A musky, burnt haze sears slowly into my nostrils.
The twilight hour pulses steadily, bathing stark walls in an eerie gloom.
Too awake to drift to sleep, yet too tired to drag my bones off this sinking mattress.
Thoughts cyclone like a tsunami within a withdrawn mind,
picking at scabs; the half-life of my darkness pools in red droplets.
Licking the wounds, the taste of metallic and melancholy blends.
Loneliness wraps its arms around my dejected shoulders like a winding sheet.
A howling wind rattles the paper-thin glass making up my windows,
as I ponder how I became the living dead.
Traumas poisoned my sanity,
slowly paranoia replaced reason,
delusions became my nightly bedfellow,
whispering sweet unpleasantries into tainted ears,
leaving hallucinatory trinkets in my repeating nightmares.
The world is shrinking, withering,
yet as I am becoming paralyzed by fear, I am unequipped to stop it.
Like a freight train derailed,
bellowing at full speed towards the inevitable,
I too am racing at the speed of light towards oblivion.
Categories:
unpleasantries, angst, dark, death, gothic,
Form: Free verse
It was a flash
and it was a bang
out of the night held sky
her electricity sang
tendrils to the touch
tongued insurrection
and we were done
with unpleasantries
we walked effortlessly
out towards the sun
our back to the moon
and where we had come
and we came
together as one
the music played
again and again
black and white
white and black
harmonic delight
where sparks
stood still
while we did ignite
faith in the forestry
of life
pushing the pedals
before the daisies
erupt
Categories:
unpleasantries, love,
Form: Free verse
In the midst of time and space are we at all of who we are
Drifting in the cosmos vaguely conscious within our soul
Aimlessly pointed we go
Weightless in space our former self with all of life’s unpleasantries still weighing us down
To shed all of that like a super nova
Releasing life’s torments I will explode
Life
To create in any shape or form
The foundation that is there home
It determines their path in all of our worldly trails
Love and relationship can flourish beyond the boundaries of space to all eternity
Love, secure
Secure
Taught from examples of love
Distinctive path that if missed placed can be learned
Categories:
unpleasantries, love,
Form: Free verse
Unpleasantries
Simply asking for
Our attention Inward..
This the purpose of
Those unpleasantries we
Are right now confronting..
These are both major and
Subtle..It is the pull of
Grace..which has been
Pulling since we were cast
In the dream of separation...
Categories:
unpleasantries, heart, i am, simple,
Form: Blitz
I should have known all these
Memories
keep on coming back to me
all the dreams of those Daydreams just...
Memories
Day Dreams of yesterday and today
I loved the man who wore a hole, in my heart
he meant it from the start
he had planned to break it all apart
I should have known you all these memories
we keep coming back to me
all the trouble that man calls to me
he took away that quality of true love
Oh was it love
what it could have been should have
been ought to be
I had stored away in my presence tense
is a little body for so long was it him
Was it meant
that I had wrong was it myself
that I'm right that I kept
holding on to these those unworthy memories
I've got these unpleasantries stored in my...
Memories
2/19/70
Written words by James Edward Lee 1970, 2020
Categories:
unpleasantries, feelings, for him, heartbroken,
Form: Lyric
What's a 'vacation,' anyway?
It should involve 'vacating' --
But need one vacate his place
of residence and 'go somewhere?'
Isn't it enough to vacate one's job
to rid oneself of the headaches, the
worries, the deadlines, the politics
the gossip, the backbiting and the
backstabbing, and all the hundreds
of other job-related unpleasantries?
**********
For three glorious weeks I've been
unplugged from my job. Completely
untethered. And it's been wonderful
I'm a new man-- renewed, refreshed
ready to go-go-go back to work
I'm excited again! Bring it on!
And isn't that the whole point of a vacation?
Categories:
unpleasantries, how i feel, vacation,
Form: Free verse
PROCRASTINATION
Whence studying takes you where you don’t want to go...kicking and screaming in tantrum, lackadaisical, with need for cleansing and refreshment. Mind takes mini trails to anywhere. The task must be accomplished at some point and with fervor but not today. Not tomorrow...not before Thanksgiving vacation. But after that will look for those needles or nettles in a haystack, pick my teeth and continue the grind, probably wearing them down to the nubs. An A student shoots for a B or C because this class has not been my thing.
procrastination —
unpleasantries that destroy
one’s spirited smile
11/11/2018
Categories:
unpleasantries, education, motivation,
Form: Haibun
So I’m not looking good, you say
From where you are sat
Well, let me tell you, sonny Jim
You’re not all that
I haven’t quite lived up to your
Lofty aspirations
A bit too old, a bit too poor
Too many affectations
Incapable, impoverished
And just a bit autistic
Not even slightly racist
Or amusingly sadistic
You say I’m sadly lacking
Say it’s sad perhaps, but true
That I’m no longer good enough
Not good enough for you
An eye for an eye, methinks
A tooth for a tooth
Would deem it fair enough that I
Should now tell the truth
That I should air our dirty laundry
On the corner of the street
And vomit dark unpleasantries
In puddles at your feet
Tell everybody everything
You’ve ever said to me
Let the fly on the wall that saw it all
Shout from the highest tree
But I shall never stoop so low
To down where you are sat
For let me tell you, sonny Jim
You’re not all that
by Gail
Categories:
unpleasantries, abuse, anger, feelings, pain,
Form: Rhyme
The contradiction of the rager
So youthfully endowed with unpleasantries
Of a child-man high in cumulus clouds
Stratospheres of anger that rain
Down like spoiled fruit
Falling from the rotten vine
Futures of grandeur, illusions of manhood
Snuffed out by his own created prison
Keep on poor unloved wretch
Held too little in drunken mothers’ bosom
Does this pain, the soulful pain, so selfish
Have bad dreams, can’t walk away
From a life being destroyed
While looked upon by passer-byes
In awe of intelligible language
Lack of tangible mind
Showing deep-seeded ignorance
God’s forgotten creature
Does man, woman or angels cry
For such a broken psyche
We coax you to depart
Back to the toxic womb you were bore
I effuse my delicate sensibilities
With my ears shattered by the jagged
Plaintive noise that I can bear no more
Categories:
unpleasantries, anger, psychological,
Form: Free verse
Tables turn
And you’re that dreaded man
The table’s stacked
So high above your means
The table’s set
Without you being served
Neither fork nor knife
No platter at your side
You’re uninvited
At your own dinner
A two legged table
With no chair
Requires you squatted
No fair
To make up the third
And fourth legs
As you host
The other dinner guests
Seated and comfortable
Enjoying the dinner conversation
The food is palatable
So they say
You smell
They taste
You swallow
As they chew
Balancing the table on your thighs
Careful not to fall down flat
On your laurels
Lest you spill the wine,
And ruin the entire cuisine
And embarrass yourself
Lest you show any discomfort
And make everyone else
Around the table
Get up and leave
Taking on the weight of the world
The unpleasantries of life’s drudgery
Enduring the suffering
To ensure their enjoying
Tables turned, lessons learnt
You’re the mercury rising
On the periodic table
And you 'ruin' the dinner
Categories:
unpleasantries, death, emotions, life, pain,
Form: Free verse