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Nightmare

Myriad of wired scenes consumes me
Stained by Hades , shadows lurk 
Within a lunar widescreen of a dream---
Voices raking with madness...lost
On phosphorus wisp of evening

Despite frail  light in the shade-
Bleak visions cascade on damp floor
Ghastly these shadows crawling
Through serpentine weaves , as if
To pluck my soul, their angst unreleased:

I slither into deeper caves of dreams
Rummaging my last trails of grace,
My faith begging for prayers to lilt...
Until my body wakes, rocking gently
Changing macabre hours into twirls
Of calm,  a behest from morning god 
While I finally slay my own ghosts.

1st place

Unreleased With Management

Power is dynamite
Power is unleased
Unleased for evil
Unleased for good
Good brings joy
Good brings love
Love is of God
Love releases
Releases happiness
Releases freedom
Freedom to live
Freedom to be responsible
Responsible in relationship
Responsible in life
Life opens doors
Life for living
Living is a joy
Living each moment
Moment slowly make minutes
Moment do make hours
Hours to use gifts
Hours to understand
Understand oneself
Understand others
Others are important
Others make secure
Secure in life
Secure in all
All aspects
All that's worthy
Worthy ideas
Worthy duty
Duty of motherhood
Duty of home
Home is where the hearth warms
Home fills the heart
Heart filled with good
Heart filled with sympathy
Sympathy for situations  
Sympathy for one's position
Position of underling
Position of powerlessness
Powerlessness at home
Powerlessness in business
Business of the world
Business of management
Management unrequited
Management of strength
Strength
Unrequited

Vibrant Emptiness

moistened eyes, dew drops swallowed
pain that tugged bleeding heart plugged
bliss beats led us and we followed
surfing suffering soul shrugged

no one sees unreleased sneeze 
wide awake, nothing at stake
the stoic soul aims not to please
divine entwined, for love’s sake

My Heart-

HallelujahMy heart has a mouth and it speaks life
And my heart's eyes sees visions of angels in the skies
And my heart beats rhythms essence flowing

Alas my beating heart afflicted in my chest
Lungs that hold the breath given to me by a living God
He who caressed me he kissed me gave me his life

My heart has a mind within my soul
My heart has hidden treasures unreleased untold
My heart beats rhythm essence flows 

My heart has a mind within my soul

My heart has a mouth and it speaks life
And my heart's eyes sees visions of angels in the skies
And my heart beats rhythms essence flowing

Alas my beating heart afflicted in my chest

Lungs that hold the breath given to me by a living God 
Hallelujah

7.7.23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2023

Calling My Name

In the sandbox of my memory
reasons come and go
Castles worn in corners scorned
left without a moat 

Granulated laughter
idle unreleased
Waiting for a last return
covered over deep

The jungle gym sits dormant
a mass of rusted links
One ring missing ladder gone
the rope swing short and kinked

The teeter totter frozen
its pivot rusted tight
The sliding board a one-way trip
fading into night

The sandbox of my memory
where feelings go to die
My childhood friends whose echo’s rend 
timeless bye and bye

Still one last voice is buried
deep within the grains
The one I shunted until now
—calling out my name

(The New Room: August, 2022)

Bewitched

The sparks in your eyes,
the persuasion in your voice,
I’m bewitched and it’s out of control;
Kamikaze pilot right into this spell, 
becoming your submissive voodoo doll;
 
Left incapacitated by your fire
you walk me over such white hot coals;
Inhibitions melting under your wanton gaze, 
I kind of like all these pins and needles;

I don’t want to comprehend you
it may break the spell;
Every chant you’re exactly my curse;
Uncovering every unreleased craving
I Succumb;
You leave me bewitched and longing.

War Dance

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1932 Pinehurst

The memory black and white
#4 taps an unlit sign 100 feet away
Slow galloping horses trail one another
Enveloped by a wooden fence that died twice
Now that the tornado is gone the damage fizzles'
Onlookers faded grimaces match their garments
Lucky thing top hats were created
Those same clothes that don't smile, giggle
An equestrian event models a movie unreleased
But the actual Barn is a scene of its own
Standing a gawking 1000 ft tall from 950 ft under 
This unusual place sets a setting on repeat
Probably where my grandmother's dream wedding
would be hosted
Suspenders snap to the chests of law abiding government
aides
As time passes the crowd of onlookers assemble inside the 
biggest home for horses I've ever seen
Color erupts in every inch of sight imaginable and hands
are held by whoever sits closest.

Burning Man Part1

Suture, snip, and strife.
Busy, busy, busy.
It shall cut in to you.
Betray the kin in you.
Take you off the tit of Maternity,
on self leave.
While (true).
To your blackened corpse eternity.
Enhance.
Enhance.
Enhance.
Your seductivity-connectivity.
Urban decay, no Rural dismay.
No shame or pity, only legs spread apart for a leg up on opportunity.

Now proliferate, obfuscate.
Make them dance the dance.
Make the war at the gates.
In my spell of trance,
their own distorted reflecting pools,
are shadows in the land.
Let off your steam in the daylights
dark spectrum.
Pontificate the ugly,
strut it around the runway,
as you fly, tucked beneath my wing.

Doves unreleased, choking in my hands.
Spirits unprovoked by right and wrong, Jezebels all,
only self impunity and disappearing
strands,
stringing scar tissue, where the flesh is weak, and willing to fall.
To the whips and chains
that give you my identification bar code stripes to mark your remains.
In the driving reign.
Only too late to discover my best laid plans bleeding you, grave.

Do You Get My Tile Till

When does it become new
and when is it not
Knot nots the muscle in my mind
Memories of the future
If s become is
turning laughs to s (has)
been circumnavigating
the out thought box
changing all the locks
Stand in the dampened night
flogged by raindrop tendrils
Bristled air rushes by
like unreleased rasps
of drags from past
Darkness tastes of silence
and words inside
rage against the war
where letters seek to find a place
as heroes on the desert page
and mirages think they have
seen my face

Burden

Plunged deep into chaos Man adios
                   Love in hand and daily in trance
                           Steering rulers losing
                                Man anew with
                                      Burden
                                a poet's flame
                          to diagnose each pain
               seeking what of words can Man heal
               pen at rest the load lingers unreleased.



(Inverted Rictameter)
September 2nd, 2018

But Still Stillness

Help me
the call of the desperate
a furlong voice sent on quest
from which it will never return
Looking for hope from a god
who is not be there
Darkness your blanket and coldness your friend
Gravity pulls the sorrow from your soul
Light bares witness to your fear
Your body held together by unreleased tears
We have split the atom
but how easy the soul from the self is ripped
The stranger inside willing you to strive on
but he cant fathom your depths
I am a stranger to my thoughts
Thoughts cannot feel
Happy just a disney dwarf
Joy a forgotten bible word
Wonder the father of the end
Love a pain without source
And friendship and family lost to death
Sleep the comfort
Soft sleep.eyes and brain living the life
The self shrinking as the pain intensifies
Less of me to care
Of my careless life
That whisper with no audience
Help me
but still
stillness

Dark Chords

What am I for the world so wonderful:
the word mute in an unreleased verse,
the tormented pause in song,
fourth picture of triptych ...

In the theater of life /without sufleurs/
I'm not even an inclined tree,
I am not even a bush, and a sheet deflated,
in the order of numbers-the smallest number,

one of the ants working without memory
obedient little bee in his hive,
in a small hole returning to a covenant,
still alive, but until when, O God ...

                 translation from Bulgarian: the author

A Hurting Heart

A Hurting Heart

ceaseless pain
hurting 
unreleased
chained
tied
jailed
hurting
unliberated
hurting heart
again and again.

Drencho POET Loads

Daniel In the Lions Den

https://m.soundcloud.com/user-921599710/daniel-in-the-lions-den

To govern at large, with depth and reason
King Darius ruler of the kingdom
Presidents for a land of size
The king thought Daniel to be wise

Princes appointed honourably
Filled with growing jealousy
Daniel served so faithfully
Others watched him carefully

Faultless find, a call to stay
Devotion daily, time to pray
A plot to have him done away
Of treatment in a wicked way

A king with pride deep at the core
Presidents helped to plan the law
For no requests of thirty days
Carried forth, unrighteous ways

Such flattery, from trusted men
From Daniel’s prayer – into the den
A law in place could not be changed
A callous plan they did arrange

Into the pit, sat unreleased
Sealed mouths of savage beasts
For God knew they were guilty
Daniel saved and rendered free

Injustice that was ensuing
The truthful case of wrong-doing
Into the pit, the men of wrong
For there the righteous don’t belong

Written by Geraldine Taylor ©

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