(19th century Tibetan Wangden rug)
Primal Properties
I look around at all the art I have collected
An assortment of inherited, home made and bought,
Ranging from African to Asian to Persian
With a smattering of European and American
In paintings and ceramics, carvings and weavings,
And the quality of primitive earthy energy
Is what strikes me most.
There is a refinement of technique in many
But it’s the primal essence
This technique is serviced to express,
The marriage of natural materials
And natural sensibilities
Through the transpersonal lens
Of a supernatural force
That defines it,
The definition being one of feeling/perception
More than verbalized thinking.
What is this irrepressible force
Our bodyminds create with these primal properties?
Life.
(11/18/24)
Something To Ponder
Miracle Man
January 24, 2024
Our thoughts come and go.
But once verbalized, remain,
forever spoken.
The branch lays across the brook
blocking the water's flow
Some things in life happen this way
A conflict, a blockage, things to say
So much verbalized, but nothing heard
Trying to help, facing each stubborn word
Bring you in circles, trapped in this place
Where is the welcome, open space?
What makes things backwards, tangled, twisted?
Brewing in what feels double fisted
Bottom line is, it's not worth it, times like these
So, be that branch underneath the trees
Sometimes, silent is the best to be
Listen, care, but let the advice flee
To somewhere else in the water's flow
One of so many lessons to learn, this I know
Heidi Sands
1/20/24
(C)opyright
I see it now, a Highland stag
Magnificent!
I felt no love for it,
it also was free of such bonds.
Yet animal to animal
we shared the same shadowed soul.
It moves away,
disappearing behind a ridge,
strange, but now that it is gone,
I miss it as if I loved it.
So it is with those
who have appeared and disappeared
over the strung-out years.
Many went away,
then came back as ghosts -
not dead, but ghosts, nevertheless.
That word ‘love',
maybe I am misinterpreting it,
I know I have been misled often
by its appearance.
There is something much better
than that ill-defined verbalized face,
something worth missing.
Again I recall the stag,
how only after its disappearance,
only then did I love it.
PURPOSES
loose
&free
everything
&
no thing
verbalized
peeling
splendour
fading
an absence
of
atmosphere
solid
& audtere
squashed
by the
natural
into
the occasional
by the
traditional
teased
into
the surreal
Truth is a silent scream behind closed doors.
It is lost to our mind, unable to be verbalized.
It is pooled, festered piss on the carpet floor.
It is a mattress soaked in silent, unseen tears.
Truth is reliving the nightmare, and cries in the middle of the night.
It is waking up at 2 with heart racing from reliving.
It is a fear a girl cannot express.
It is a life destroyed.
Truth is obfuscated between lawyers and affidavits.
It echoes the footsteps of the court.
It is early puberty, and unseen scars.
It is placed behind the lock and key, and the red seal on paper.
Truth is a frozen girl, naked on the shower floor.
It is a drawing of stick figures doing unspeakable things.
It is being scared to open the blinds, and unable to open doors and windows.
It is a girl hiding in the cupboard.
Truth is the silent scream behind closed doors.
Spoken said
Verbalized declared enunciated
Given aired voiced
Brought out whispered
Proclaimed commented
Blurted breathed broadcasted
SPOKEN
Asserted affirmed promulgated
Spoken truths and untruths
Advertised where am I to be casted
Publicized overwhelmed subdued demoralized
BROKEN
Talked discussed uttered thrown up despaired
Vented broadcast gasped phrased up and out
Broken
Snarled shot ripped (out)
Silently diverted screams of dispersions’
Vocalized shouted articulated denounced
SPOKEN
Shared passed announced Be it so,
Spoken is the broken speech at naught
Alleged ventilated averred formulated
Drawled avowed
Doubted Be it so, spoken is the broken
BROKEN
Vocalized shouted articulated denounced
Shared passed announced
Be it so, spoken is the broken speech at naught
Broken is Spoken
Quiet marks the spot
5/4/23
Written by James Edward Lee Sr. 2023©
As autonomous space
is to empowering internally uniting Matter,
So too is eternal stasis,
emptiness of incarnate co-relational,
changing,
flowing Time
to enLightened Energy,
Whole OpenSystemic,
universal
Lose/Lose past ZeroZone
absence of verbalized memory,
through Win/Lose present
window to Win/Win future
nondualistic Ego-place
within EcoSystemic synergetic Time
Left/Right bilaterally hemispheric
intelligent SpaceBody/MindTime.
The bookstore door
startles open with
a man's hearty hand
and sincere smile
landing upon
this skirted lady,
bashful to be
coddled, but
undoubtedly
wanting it.
Mirrored cheeks widen
like the open door
with hearts extending.
Thanks is verbalized
and humbly
appreciated.
He tilts his top hat
and I am flattered
by the flirt
of uncommon
courtesy.
4-9-2021
The next guy needs to know somethings
Here are some warnings
Just thought of losing her love does more than sting
But, her cold skin should be ur first warning
Letting u know how cold she is on the inside
Once ur feelings for one-another r verbalized
Move slowly, don't hover
She'll feel smothered & not wanna be ur lover
Her entire body will be photographed by ur mind
When she is gone the sun won't shine
Ur sanity will be hard to find
Closing ur eyes brings her to ur sight
She'll pull u in tight
Then walk away, out of sight
Her need to be in control makes her pull back
Words, deep from ur heart will fall flat
No feelings from her will be shared
Nobody will hear ur heart cry
Touch her lips if u dare
Make sure that u tell the next guy
In the end, u will be the only one who cares
I waited... I surmised
I know I agonized
Of course... I never realized
Springtime was disguised
I pondered... I personalized
I know I criticized
Of course... I never recognized
Spring had improvised
I questioned... I vocalized
I know I dramatized
Of course... I verbalized
Spring had not arrived
I charted... I analyzed
I know I hypothesized
Of course... I never was more surprised
A third Nor'easter materialized
I remember... I fantasized
I know I rationalized
Of course... I never romanticized
That spring would be winterized
April 4, 2018
For Michael Vacek's Spring Monorhyme Contest
Love is wanted,
Love is needed,
Love has even been synthesized,
Your neural pathways can be harmonized, synchronized, and then verbalized.
When frequencies and sound waves organize,
It pushes and pulls to pluralize, The inevitable mortification of pride.
Love is wanted,
Love is needed,
Love is to apologize.
The brain
functions like a chef's cooking utensil
blending and mixing dream from reality.
Colors bleed and fade
with surroundings tangible
yet so close they are far away and distant.
The mind blurs and focuses
in swirls of what is there or not.
Expressionless the muscles of the face,
vex by what it thinks should be seen.
A thousand random thoughts race
wanting yet unable to speak of the reality
or the dream of being alive.
Living is a thought process
verbalized by language learned in school
but not everything taught is complete.
The eyes now therein lies the truth
revealing to the head what is or isn't there.
The heart holds steady beats
unsure of what the head is feeling, seeing, desiring.
The self plays the head games well.
Caught up in the moment of a deep dream,
Myself drifting further than it would seem,
Although unaware of one's own true self,
I leave behind all my worries of health.
As orchestras sound and play in the mind,
Taken away on this journey in time,
While violins and great horns burst out free,
Captured the act of spiritual glee.
Quintessentially verbalized of course,
Within the dream world, there is no remorse,
No regrets, no shame, just a state of bliss,
In this realm, freedom to be as you wish.
You will be amazed at what you will find,
The dream world to me has always been kind.
/|\
(ten syllables per line)
I kept drinking in the words from your lips
Over and over again I kept taking sips
Your utterances I gobbled up and ate every crumb
The taste was so sweet I licked my fingers and thumb
For your words I had a voracious appetite
I was gluttonous for what you had to recite
What you verbalized never satisfied my hunger and thirst
To me it didn't matter if they had all been rehearsed
I was unconcerned that what you spoke were alibis
I couldn't get enough of your sweet little lies
6/24/2016 for Sweet Little Lies contest sponsored by Silent One
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