I generally mean mine mien mental state
moost occasions heavily marinated stupor
long established as external trait
psychologically time tested trooper
impossible mission to kickstart sanity
doppelgänger regularly revisits his soul asylum
hellbent antimatter he cannot vitiate
despite therapeutic laxative merely exhausts
well bred literate smoking doobie brother
eliminating aforementioned pablum
witnessed courtesy one floundering grouper
among plenty of fish schooled
hyphenated (high finned haggled)
burn hushed scaled poem
courtesy one unionised rebellious party pooper.
Spellbound with colossal mental grippe
(i.e. all-consuming figurative cerebral
obsessive compulsive forced membership)
magnetic resonance imagine indicated jagged blip
and/or nsync microscopy
showed telltale genetic authorship
regarding above stated mental health crisis,
whereby Sigmund Freud analyst did flip
lid freeing leeches imported courtesy Philip
Hansel and Gretel a mere slip
o' lass whose nose she always did turnip.
they say "hindsight is 20/20"
is it easy to validate what is behind us
like a storm that causes mass destruction and death
get indemnity for what is lost, even when it's time?
spring had sprung, winter clung
no way to vitiate the damage being done
as we sit inside looking out
watching nothing but time passing by
even shadows are stilled in silence
while we stare across the horizon's edge
at morning's rise and fall
counting stars more than days
just to fill the voids in life
we patiently await for something more
seeing our tears trickle from skies
as our screams fall from birds gathering nearby
volant in their freedom while we are caged
trying to find our way out of this maze
that 2020 has become...
awaiting on hindsight
5/23/2020
No one has that voluble to alter my thought
Towards the confines of the mortal world
When the futile began to repent for being guilt
Despite they vitiate their counterpane to proud
I've now siezed all the majestic course
To pageant and impart all the morals
Homage is what I'll do to be gratifying pride
And defeat all that dense over their depressions
Biological motivations vitiate.
Episodic bursts discharge it’s your opinion.
Alternate spells imply.
Unexpected whirls scatter.
Tall lilies beat it’s your opinion.
Youthful geniuses blow.
Basic goals
Evident truths it’s your opinion.
Oral perversions speaking pretty words out.
Light passes roost looking over your shoulder
Divine communion inner spirit.
Empirical golden truths it’s your opinion.
Rough real motivations beauty in the eyes of the beholder
1/7/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. ©2020
Monopolies, duopolies and oligopolies spell danger
Collecting scraps of personal data, averting due tax
Mingling with and tingling a ribald ranger
Displacing, misplacing and suppressing the affable axe.
Monopolies in information technology cyberspace
Slay democracy, lay foundations for autocracy
Manipulating and circulating data in stealth space
Pandering to and engendering artificial aristocracy.
Monopolies obsessed with data consolidation
For trade with bundles and blades of profits
On the back of tax evasion pursued with premeditation
Incinerate and vitiate users and account holders’ benefits.
Monopolies drunk with megatons of megalomania
Kill and spill incentives to build a fairer platform
Bereft of insignias of data kleptomania
Bent and meant to degrade and invade users data tome.
It took me time to embellish
myself
And long to reach you!
And there I stand confronting
you and lionise,
Behaving uncontrived and
candid!
And now you waste golden
moments talking to my better
half,
Bereft me and become
nonpareil!
Your fairer half still sits staid,
Not inveighing our inexorable
closeness!
Do not evince your antediluvian
ideas,
And undulate perplexed
disconcert!
If you vitiate my selfhood
today,
It would addle and might moire
me beyond identity!
Look into my eyes I am
dogmatic,
Very positive that Love will
triumph!
Written on 22/9/13 for
' Charles heigh wood contest'
Over long winter hours
Feeling angst about the enduring absence of a pleasant stasis,
The ninja like treachery of nature, camouflaged in the subtly sweet aroma of hyacinth and spring dew, sneaks past the awaiting anticipation of discomfort.
How long has it been since Nature’s sweet halter was again shown,
Torturing lost companions with its overbearing presence?
The relinquished thoughts and plans replaced. Uncomfertability, tension, and a sense of impuissance take hold of all decisions and actions.
A pill for such things causes more than dry mouth and hot flashes. The treatment has been known as the cause in many a heart’s aches and sudden collapses.
Pharmacopeia fails to vitiate the limerance of one’s soul for the unattainable warmth of spring’s wrath.
Once again, winter is preferred over possible allergic reactions.
Adorned by crimson attire
Fangs bared a woman skulks
her designated target
engraved within her mind
though the framework of her bones
ensnares the prey of which she seeks
the universal populace
she yearns to vitiate
by way of the libidinous tones
radiating from betwixt her lips
The Politician
Political dreams
Traffic tickets vitiate
Public affairs dream
To the North, South, East, and West...
Geniuses are lost in the jaunty jewels of rakish cads,
The hazard morsel palaver allot odium on idioms...
Rankle virulent mishmash wheeze addle chagrin jives,
Loosing a volley of expletives ordure waft charmed oafs,
Self-iniquity gull maven heresy when blighted wizardry jinxes,
Ticklish cynic infidel swindle dupe cozen duress...
Squall patois and whammy sham schemas wriggle hoaxes,
Charlatans and hoodlums melange to dunce vows,
A shyster unquiet quivers with jester gestures now...
Semi-sacrilege vitiate and endemic jargon raze imps,
This collides as a white energy as dolt hooligan knaves beget...
Colloquial bilge putrefy, the rascals soon flatter us,
Bollix of potpourri lingo wanes to tutelary tongues,
Harlequin coercion argot musical novellas in history,
Pray our shifting shrapnel of karma, varnish boor minds,
Erstwhile, live grenades made of better lives are unvanquished as they are
thrown by unsung heroes into the North, South, East, and West,...amen...
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