Fractured shards of grief
collide,
Chromatic tears of sorrow
fall.
Vibrant pain refuses to hide,
A kaleidoscopic, mourning
wall.
Splintered hope refracts the
light,
Geometric sadness fills the
night.
CHROMATIC AGONY
An iridescent ache blooms
deep within the heart,
As iridescent sorrow swirls
and offers no rest.
The mind fractures into a
thousand jagged planes,
Each reflecting a different
shade of bitter pains.
Prismatic desolation spins in
a dazzling wheel,
Making the heavy weight of
anguish feel unreal.
THE SPLINTERED SOUL
A kaleidoscope of silent,
weeping hues,
Blending the deepest blacks
with melancholic blues.
Beautiful catastrophe dances
in the dark,
Leaving upon the fragile soul
a burning mark.
Yet in this swirling tempest of
emotional grief,
The brilliant colors offer a
strange, sharp relief.
VIVID SILHOUETTES
bedraggled
claustrophobic
thrillingly
sourced
imposing
a resonate
view
in
a
definite
rampant
strange
compelling
covering
to
radiate
animated
oozing
bizarre
& vigorous
struggles
untamed
inconguous
precarious
translucent
compelling
study
so exceptional
with
potential
renderings
subtle
accomplished
splendid
& a
sophisticated
painterly panache
a
colossal
gushing
&combining
the
original
curious
naturalistic
reserve
sublime
in serene
expansive
creativity
Your beauty crosses my mind again tonight,
and once more, distance turns my thoughts to silence.
For though your voice still lingers in my days,
your touch remains oceans away from mine.
I try to busy my heart with lesser things,
but every road still finds its way back to you—
And perhaps that is all I truly know now—
no matter the miles,
I’ll have to admit that,
I miss you.
Burdened by a boulder,
That once was a star,
Dragged by the colder
End of a scar,
To feel a wish
Bleed from a stab,
To die among fish,
To be pinched by a crab,
Alone in the sea,
Envying the summit,
What I was shaped to be,
I cannot over come it.
Gental despair,
A coffin from sorrow,
A storm in the air,
Killing tomorrow,
Tangled knots,
Numbed by a blade,
A line of dots,
The heartbeat fades.
What is mine,
A thief takes back,
A paralyzed spine,
Wine in a rack,
Locked by a knife,
Yet stabbed at the heart,
Miserable short life,
The sadness of art.
A spray of gold, a sunflower flash,
a feeling, a sinking before the splash.
A sea of blue, a sapphire sky,
a glitter, a twinkle within your eye.
A stream of orange, a citrus glare,
a scent, a smell that lingers on your hair.
A flood of green, an emerald smile,
a sigh, a whisper, to make it all worthwhile.
A fountain of red, a ruby glow,
a love, a passion of which no one knows.
A river of yellow, a sunshine bright,
a compulsion, a need to hold you through the night.
A shower of silver, a crystal song,
a taste, a glimpse, before it's all gone.
A wash of pink, a rose descript,
an urge, a longing to taste your lips.
A rain of purple, a violet hue,
a moment, a chance, to say, "I love you."
Here's a tribute from me to you,
Recalling the old pet cockatoo,
His very vivid vocabulary,
Cathartic swearing, so funny,
He rose at dawn, would greet the day,
Sat on perch, screeched away,
Acquired language eagerly,
Nothing polite from that old he,'
Shared his emotions with us all,
Ended each day with his call,
Sleep tight now, so suitable.
Good night, bird beautiful.
Skip-skip-skip
like a cd
that stops playing once it hits
track number nine
current mindset is one of which
I can't skip over.
I'm reading my life through these
lyrics
Humming to the melody of my own heart.
beating anxieties being featured in a listless motion
remixing into a sadness few summers have known
Attention! Attention!! Attention!!!
Take note, be aware
As we rewind it, let me remind you
What was your aspirations
When you were a kid?
Did you achieve it?
Are you still on it or forgone?
Another reminder, without rewinding
Are you dreaming or having vivid imaginations??
If it's when you're sleeping at night
Wake up, it's an illusion
It's a collection of your thoughts
During the day
The inner man always alert
Rewinding and reminding while sleeping.
If it's vivid imagination
Getup and make way
Imagination
Without action is an illusion
But with actions reality is attained.
Dressed in all black - I'm a fvcking ninja tonight
In search of my princess - to do hee right
In seach of a lady I keep seeing in my dreams
To fulfill the destiny of a young, legendary Queen
For many, many years, I've seen her in visions as I sleep
In my R.E.M. dreams - she's always gonna creep
I'm frustrated as fvck that I don't know where she's at
But I know she's also a witch with a black cat
She'll be about 20 years my junior when we're supposed to meet
Her pure heart in my hands I know I'll want to keep
She'll manifest in ways where I know it's always her
Sometimes in my visions, her body, torso, or lower half is blurred
I'm wandering through a forest - I've never been before
I smell the rain - it's going to begin to pour
I slid my hood upon my head from my witchcraft robes
The hood went over my eyes - and partially my nose
My face will be distorted - to anyone who looks upon it
I've now started this mission - I can not turn around and quit
So I'll keep walking on - picking up her essence to guide
This vivid dream feels so real - but I'm asleep in my bed inside
Romantic moments caught in paint
Robert Lloyd Sherriff - Australian Poet (Born: 8th July 1954)
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Sunrise majestic, vivid bursts of magenta
and pink streaks of sunset present a dilemma
as to which of the two inspires me more
the promise of daybreak or moonlit night’s shore
Yet I can’t sit here and plumb the depths of this question
lest sun’s promise fade ~
and clouds mar the night in rapid succession
Sunshine
Radiance brightness
Suns light rays
Natural light sparkle bright
Solar
~
Daylight
Sunshine brightness
Gleaming phosphorescence
Luminance coruscation rays
Vivid
7/15/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2024©
There you were right up there
Front and center stage
I looked at you from where I sat
All senses did engage
My eyes fixed on your movements
My ears locked on your song
Vanilla rosebuds in the air
Embraced and held me long
I tasted of your sweetness
Your voice a voice that calls
It grips my inner being
And echoes through its halls
The jeans you wore were faded
You always wear them well
Thoughts of you persuaded
But to you I won't tell
Lately I've been writing
Lots of different things
Most of them are love songs
Through words is how I sing
They're just my way of saying
The things I want to say
Uno, you know, very much
And it's the only way
Where I can get to give you
Some little petit fours
Tiny bite sized pieces
Of sweets from my heart's stores
And though I sense I'm slowing down
Don't take that to mean
I still won't write them now and then
Because of you I still do dream
Bushes with white flowers,
Leaves yellow orange and green,
Large trees like flowers,
Gray sky, looking mean
A pond full of frogs,
Near an old factory of paint,
Many laying logs,
The weather today is saint!
It might rain,
There is a chance,
It will be insane,
I long to see it dangle and dance
The grass will get wet,
The smell of mud, set
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