nothing remains in the pause
where we are still as the cause
poised in peace with bliss beats pleased
potent power unreleased
focus firm undistracted
by life being enacted
we do at times enter trance
to feel fully each nuance
polarity rotation
animates our cessation
though there is a rebound time
as the slope on which we climb
bilocation holds the key
to be at each moment free
which is granted when we ask
on disrobing ego’s mask
although there is no desire
in objects we would acquire
just as waves with moon align
for love’s touch do we not pine
Its always aches,
when it becomes too late.
When you finally realized,
those and things you forsake.
And now,
like a coward,
I yearn for eternal rest,
rather than walk this journey alone,
without true.
left to wrestle with fading thoughts,
of unkept promises.
I slip into the void of this endless black hole,
of what might have been,
goes on to be forgotten,
where unreleased words
and wandering feelings of love,
gets relinquished,
into the forever what if.
Lost love seeps from curling words
into a floundering bloodstream flow of tears, sketches echos through the heart.
For it is your acidic tongue drips venom,
and only God holds the serum
to cure the Scars of the dark.
I can’t help the impulse to call you
When it’s dazzling sunlight in the morning
Your smiling face beckons me through
The dark days and nights and the yearning
I know that my calls would be missed
You’ve been out of reach for awhile
But the sound of ring like a track unreleased
Starts to play in my worried mind
‘Grisha is calling you’ was what you’ve seen
Sometime ago, when the time
Was on our side, and it really did seem
To keep us safe underline
‘Judy is calling you’, the sign used to appear
Prompting to pick up your call
What have we done to be exiled from here?
I bet that we both can’t recall…
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
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
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
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
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)
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.
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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.
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.
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
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
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
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