Too often My Mind likes to Day Dream
Advancing Aimlessly into a Vast Void.
I'm Left 'Lone still Wondering Why
I'm Ignorant of its Thoughtless Travels!
A Blank Blind Stare Straight ahead -
The Brains Booster? Vacating Vessel!
A Dozy Daze until the Brain's Back...
my peace of mind is quite fine,
the pieces of fine however make up for lack of time!
this time is not the one that you crave remembering! This time is not the one you ever want to make up for!
why are memories remembering how my body felt?
why are memories remembering things that seem no longer belong to me?
why do feelings come with seasons,
and why does it have to be the season of everyday!
i’m tired of thinking about it.
it is something else to feel this way still,
to be hung by my neck while my body has grown around the noose!
it’s such as someone forgot to turn the burners off before vacating their home.
But someone left them on, and now i’ve built a new house on top of it.
Painted wood and all.
There’s some metal inside but I still smell the gas from my demolished stove
which is funny
I can’t even smell!
THE MAKING OF US IS NOT RIGHT FOR US
I am not for that
Though I do not remember giving of suck
From my mother’s breast
I was not made to be drinking, ingesting cow’s milk
THE MAKING OF US IS NOT RIGHT FOR US
Not supposed to was purposeful to eat vegetation
Not raw nor cook burning meat
Processed rephrased chemically altered
Though I be melanin we of the dark persuasion
Not created to be subjected, cast off and enslaved
I for be a King mine soul mate a Queen
THE MAKING OF US IS NOT RIGHT FOR US
I AM of I AM
Not your tool, servant, animal
I AM melanin man
Birthed from the heavens, a temporary visitor
Residencies abiding on vacating world
Where we’re supposed to toil
Not judge by fellow man, not to abuse womb-man
Birth spiritual placed temporal in a vessel
We alive
Only our matter dies
We are incarnate energy
WE Rise
THE MAKING OF US IS NOT RIGHT FOR US
12/16/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2024©
Hear these words kings of this earth, the dust will be your
Place next' I trust you are versed.? The only True Eternal
Lord has saved snd conjured by His Word, His sheaves
Are saftely stored away, in halls eternal where moths and
Rust lose sway.. Oh uk king.! you know my line.' For both
Our families are defined..By fate and historys deeds now past.) I beleive your throne, and its pomp won't last.' My
Forbear told of your great- granduncles time' of vacating his
Role, all things that. Shaped current signs' Yes read these lines and
Know from whence i come..! There is nothing new under
This sun.' Hear prime-ministes..And all you presidents
Your lease is shortening, He comes with intent.!
This time, the groom will not be for the courting.' Just as
Religions dinosaurs are walking.' Old ways are returning.
Also His prophets again; are talking.!!
I'm getting good at blending in with the wallpaper
the patterns in the flooring
I'm even becoming etched into the glass of the living room windows
All the places that I find myself , losing myself
I'm learning how to exist in between spaces
I am here, but I am nowhere
I stop and stare to long, I keep silent to long
These days are to long
don't let me mention the hours, the way the minutes add up
The millions of seconds I spend vacating myself
In my world lost is the new word for what resembles life
on the outside everything looks fine
But I promise
It isn't
White teeth gleam in a smile that does beguile
Charming manners that are completely false
Charismatic with a personal style
Midnight he arises vacating vault.
Maiden beware you are in grave danger
This warning will surely fall on deaf ear
Just before sunrise, he will have changed her
Polished and beautiful all a veneer.
Daytime she will retreat to vampire vault
One bite has made her his true companion
With silent hearts that resemble cobalt
Immortality with no reflection.
Fairy Tail of horror vampire delight
Frozen with fear I stay home every night.
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Gluggy margarine marine grips keels
Apex sun spreads sickly circle of lard
Plugged lungs, gust momentum marred
Strait elongates co-ordinate, pace killed
Gliding knife grease fixed current kestrels
Impotent motor pendulums drowsy matelot
Vacating tranquillity served seas slow
Exoteric tampers spatula flat vapid vessel
Crusading armada cruise aquatic canyon
Rigid crucifix mast meanders evangelical
Illusive land sinks split quills, sodalite inkwell
Top-gallant swallowed, whale snack plankton
Inert surrender line honours, hundred strong
Quelled by existence Earth centric
Universe of solar centre offensive
Encourages complacent latent symposium
Rigging ties tradition to methods regaled
Order drifts on brittle fine line filament
Oceanic only planet confirms familiar
Moribund remains phobic, slick oil sailed
18th February
Fear of Anarchy
GAPS GIVE CRITIQUE ROOM
empty
hollow, void
depleting, nulling, vacating
abandoned, nothingness, capacity, plenary
filling, imbuing, hilting
brimful, complete
empty
Date written: 01/20/2023
The joker fields the first laugh
as satans pantry recalls
all those loud antics
Release is in the eye
A fools errancy prevails
enrapturing your soul
Vacating the easy chair
because I've had my share
Ministers admonish you
watch for celebrity fools
on the TV screens glare
as the moon gazes
looking for any other sphere
stay
restful, dormant
vacating, granting, expiring
employees, mourners, whirlwinds, vacationers
traipsing, spelunking, vagabonding
truant, absent
go
Date written: 11/06/2022
I long to—
Walk one more time
To where the land ends, and the ocean begins
To listen expectantly for the sounds of infant waves
Grasping layers of golden sand
I long to—
Hear the fat gulls with white bellies
And ebony eyes
Floating on invisible wires
Calling for the savory morsels
Hidden inside the curled fingers of an old man
I long to—
Stand beneath the tangerine sky
Lazily descending into the cradle of the sea
Vacating heaven for the snowy celestial sphere
Hung upon Vincent’s starry canvas
Ten thousand lights scattered forever
I long to—
Be embraced by the tenebrous sea
Her loneliness engulfing me like lovers of yesterday
I long to—
Gaze beyond the past wrapped in sorrow
The years of trudging through cheerless mire
Searching for reasons without answers
Answers without questions
I long to—
Remember only moments worth remembering
A twirling montage of love and hope
And dreams
Of a time when two became one
Hearts pulsing in harmony
Minds ascending to tidal floods of ecstasy
I long to—
See your face
To walk hand in hand
To where the land ends and the ocean begins
I long to—
Do it all again
Along Able Aberration
Beauty Binds Blindly
Come Cursed Courses
Duty Don't Deceive
Either Emblem Envies
Followup Faulty Fetish
Gaining Ground Gradually
Having Hangout Heart
In Ideal Illusions
Jail Jogging Justice
Keenly Keep Knight
Long Lasting Love
More Morrow Mysteries
Notable New Nights
Or Ordinary Origin
Polished Paradise Platform
Queen's Quest Quotation
Renting Reality Rest
Sight's Soothing Safety
Till Time Tells
Us Unbelievable Us
Vacating Vices Vessels
We Wetted Waters
Xanax Xerox Xenon
Young Years Yielded
Zig Zag Zone
Xerox copier sounds raise my eyebrows
wondering if he’s photographing unclad organs
like another time?
Beware zealous dismay from your justifiably
Quickly vacating nervy, kinky gentlemen!
written November 5, 2021
for "Alphabet Soup" poetry contest
sponsored by William Kekaula
not very srimulating
while we were waiting
from scene vacating
Jim Horn
it was late august afternoon
gleefully the sun glistened
the birds performing all in tune
i stopped and restfully listened
cast my troubles far behind
vacating turmoil brood internal
it was my current state of mind
believing youth to be eternal
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
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