It's gonna be cold tonight
They predict one degree
The polar vortex has a bite
Unheard of here in NYC.
Global warming is the crime
It allows the cold to break thru here
So we must push for offshore turbines
While we sip on frozen beer.
Its gonna be cold out there
They say polar bear numbers will wane
But those bears are unaware
They're making cubs like clouds make rain.
In Antarctica it's negative sixty one
Coldest its been for 44 years
But ice shelves are melting in the sun
and nothing is as it appears.
Florida's freeze made dead bananas
Carolina towns can't cope
The reasons we must hammer
Renewables are our only hope.
A vortex opened in the sky today
I laughed as a long eyed creature
came out to play. A bloody past and
a bright light only those with a certain
mind could sight.
A roar brought my to my knees
as a feared for the life. As blood
dripped down my hair I loss my
sight. My ears pierced with sounds
of trumpets, my mouth watered
with a black abyss. My finger melted
in my hands, I could not feel my lips.
A vortex opened in the sky, as I
glanced to the ground. A grave site
appeared beneath me as I was
lowered into the ground.
The arctic
a wet dog
shaking off the cold
Winter
a feral dog
won’t do what it’s told
The b*tch is
it’s happening
exactly as foretold
***
Of time and space, I am one and I am none.
Anywhere, anytime.
Knowing what you see and what you do not.
Living past and future.
Time and space are irrelevant to me.
Why? I don’t know.
How? I don’t know.
Nor do I care.
I don’t know.
Or I think I don’t know.
Whatever the case, I am.
A vortex of energy surrounds me,
Its shared collectively.
Full of possibility,
And my responsibility.
Bare feet grounding my body,
I begin to see Its capability.
Spinning uncontrollably,
It has a Hold of me.
Affecting my whole reality,
Directing where it carries me.
Puzzle pieces swirling,
Holding me down.
I begin twirling,
Turning it around.
Reversing rotation,
Pieces fall to the Ground.
Changing the motion,
A commotion,
Kicks up dust from the past.
Coming in fast,
Blasting the momentum.
Where did that come from,
Another Conundrum.
This Energy,
The Negativity,
All the broken parts of me,
Taking responsibility.
Sifting thoroughly,
The ashes of my choices.
My final approach,
Silencing the voices.
Dust settling into place,
My body happy with the change.
My Vortex reforming,
Conforming to a refined design.
My energy cleansed by the Divine,
Love now embracing,
The twirling thoughts in my mind.
I fend with the wine
I hide with a laugh
I jeer at my time
Forlonging so as it pass
I stand with my defiance
I fall with pride
I swim through my failures
I lay my faults by the side
I never cease to care
I don't want my love to end
I stare at a vortex of hate
And i lost to that which i depend
The sky is a cloudless crystal blue
with a breeze to chap your lips
I’m grateful for it, it’s heaven-sent
the dawn was a celestially stamped, angry red
sailors take warning
It’s going to get feisty cold,
I’m told
about the time we go back to school.
A polar-bear vortex with all its features
will spread its icy paws
What jumps out at me first
is how it could be worse.
if unapologetic nature
pounced sans disclaimers
with a cold worth semi-Shakespearean verse
What follows, star-crossed
is a week storm-tossed
a winter holocaust
with heaven-kissed frost
that only madness would call a judgement
We’re steered from harm
by precision alarms
stay warm
sweet friends
wrap up, stay in
.
.
Songs for this:
Come In from the Cold by Marc Broussard
World's A Changing by The Bingtones
Gusting
Trees swayed by breeze
Leaves blew across the field
Dust lifted into a vortex
Whirlwind
Weep, vortex of a lineblurrer!
Asleep you can view far beyond;
Keep your chaotic spiral close,
sweep clean leave ideas en ronde;
Deny who you are at the core,
lie to those who need honesty;
Try if you must to stop spinning,
spry holds the keys to fantasy.
Within the gyre of life self-centered,
Spins mental debris long since splintered.
This maelstrom of memories stretches and lengthens
Until a breaking point is reckoned.
Do bad dreams, and sins forgotten,
Lurk in minds long roiled and rotten?
And where is the relief from nocuous nightmares,
Vexing romances, and unanswered prayers?
When does the circle of life bring closure,
And will it end in full disclosure?
Life is too short for questions long.
And it should not end like a tragic song.
For my friend who is struggling right now. Take care and stay safe. Faith over fear, together.
Dark vortex
By Michelle Morris
19/01/2023
Don't go to that dark place
It will grab hold of your soul
It is a dark abyss
That will devour you whole
These aching moments
These teardrops that you still
Fighting to escape from
The bitter taste of ashes from hell
If you go into that dark vortex
You may not return again
But if you must proceed therein
Please take me with you as your friend
I will hold your hand, dear
I will stem the tide of fear
I will keep close to you
I will be there 'til the end
I accept I cannot rescue you
I accept that I'm no superhero
But everyone needs someone strong
Who can help them with their sorrow
Don't go into that dark place
But if you go, don't go alone
Let's light up the darkness together
Let's work to find a safe way home
© Michelle Morris, 2023
Rushing toward the desert monsoon
I sought to capture a rare midday storm.
We arrived to the valley of ever-changing dunes
with quilted layers shifting in cadential form.
Isolated and distant beneath purple majestic peaks
whose grains of time find harsh deposit.
Ocean winds once prevailing now serve faithless creeks
meandering through limestone composites.
An expanse where time ceases and wind erases,
sounds existing only between the spaces of my steps.
Shimmering purple hues and tumultuous lightning amazes,
awakening childlike wonder in sacred vortexes.
This afternoon midnight sky sings to me a quiet minuet,
falling upon the desert’s newest sapphire silhouette.
forty years late for death
uprisings toppled civilizations without hurting my eyes
at the apex of the vortex and inside this antechamber and shelter
the euclidean dome engine where i move the galaxy
I sweep the creation with the neural scanner
around here I became brutish and for each failure
I adapted the respective lie
I've been layering things for a long time
solid blocks of ghostly mist
but complacent with the physiology of what is organic
I know it's time to disappear into the pale palace of time
the vacuum unfolds like a three-dimensional ball of wool
each house of heat rises and blasts the stars
the dark and infinite field of the universe spews flames
quasar beams build the checkered web
where I'll be stuck while I die.
too bad die
never again at dawn
hear the restless land
the dogs barking scared
the wind raping the window
too bad not to see more
you dreaming in the warm bed
and across the bedroom floor
the empty chocolate packages
that have sweetened
our two bitter hearts.
Pour l'amour de votre amour
For the love of your love
I pray to God for
your love
discreetly ever so firm
and completely shall I love
you and just only you I choose
To Only Love you
And be in love with you
You and God in a present now and forever
More in love and love forever my love
I choose you for my love
Just us together with God here on Earth and in heaven
In love in love I choose you for my love
Forevermore forever my love
Pour L'amour de votre amour
My God today, this I say
I thank you now father God for your daughter
For the love of your love
3/9/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2021
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