Another "I Do," Another Pledge**
I found myself confronting mortality in the guise of the viper on the day my heart was irrevocably broken. Deep within, I understand that he liberated you, much like the Meadowlark’s song.
Once again, I utter "I do" and make another pledge. The deceitful viper adorned himself in the same black suit. He donned the colors associated with malevolence during this second endeavor, for it is indicated that "strait is the gate and narrow is the way."
His countenance radiates as he feigns a smile, resembling a contrived pose for the camera. I observed the specter of death in his expression, reminiscent of Pinocchio’s nose.
The well-wishers murmured, "No discernment; what a disgrace, what a waste! A lamentable image of a man." The pastor solemnly proclaimed, "Amen."
I perceived death upon the visage of the haunted individual. The fissures in the antiquated brick wall emitted a haunting melody: "You stand before the altar as yet another fool."
Is this a wedding or a funeral—an evening fraught with foreboding? The middle-aged groom reflects a decline in love and kindness. Love, indeed, is blind.
Neither toy nor a plaything
time on a whim squandered at leisure
frittered for sake of burlesque
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Wait up, you’re going too fast
Fast-paced and felt like the feelings won’t last
It’s the past, it’s so the past
It’s a waste of my time and I think I need a cast
I’m sorry, mother and father
I can’t make it any longer
I must hang my feelings up high
Can’t deny I feel so bad inside
I’m sorry to hear you speak fast today
Yet I can’t hear a word you say
Day by day, I’m feeling so much dismay
Maybe it’s better to keep it in this way
I’m sorry dad and mom
I feel so numb inside, there’s no where I can hide
I’m sad and so alone and feel so dumb
You broke me and my selfish pride
I have become the victim in my life
Wish I had a wife instead of this strife
I’m sorry, mother and father
I can’t make it any longer
I must hang my feelings up high
Can’t deny I feel so bad inside
I’m sorry, mother and father
I can’t make it last any longer
But, I did things in the past
I would rather keep inside before I run too fast…
Behind…
Do you mind
If you’d keep it in the past some time?
You guys are not a waste of time,
But my worrying is a waste of time
Another morning drowned in the tar of nightmares,
Where hope commits suicide at the tip of a deceitful syringe.
Demons scream insults, eyes stab like blades,
And smiles are but traps with finely sharpened swords.
Humanity crumbles in the ashes of its own betrayals,
Their outstretched hand hides a blade, their blessing, a curse.
We pray to sterile idols, we sacrifice the soul for a few clicks,
And today’s kings rule on plastic thrones.
They say evil is the exception but I see it reign,
In the streets, in the homes, in the hearts, in the palaces.
I saw kindness strangled beneath the laughter of a cynical world,
I saw innocence stoned, sacrificed for aesthetics.
I believe no more but in my rage, my pain, my memory:
They alone do not betray me, they alone speak truth.
I wander through a desert of shadows, with no guide, no faith, no brother,
A voluntary exile from this planet rotting with war.
If the universe holds a scale, it tips toward decay,
And I, surviving on principle, sink deeper into the crack.
A victim's lament, a silent ordeal, one final truth:
This world is but a circus of demons in search of humanity.
amongst the excitement of nature's bounty
summer beckons and a feast awaits
whilst the sun sets the stage for two lovers
Why waste time pursuing desire,
when God dwells in, within?
At life’s end, all that we aspire,
is to be free from sin.
Head and heart, hand in glove,
invoke grace from above,
that we be full of love.
Heed God’s chime ~
Why waste time
Trimming fat
off his soul
he searched
for the bone
With every
new slicing
his consciousness
honed
All waste in
the fire
to sizzle
and fry
Excesses
like smoke
rise forgotten
— incised
(Dreamsleep: May, 2025)
Kyrielle Sonnet
They search, phones held tightly, spellbound
moments parting in the background
phone screens, maybe the newest pill
Time won’t stand still, is this God’s will?
They’re seeking this life’s cutting-edge
is it their hearts and souls they’ll pledge?
from where they stand, life’s all downhill
Time won’t stand still, is this God’s will?
They know that life moves by, passing
finger on the screen, amassing
dreams lost, is life at a standstill?
Time won’t stand still, is this God’s will?
They search, phones held tightly, spellbound
Time won’t stand still, is this God’s will?
The ambush came in back to back
The train that came was right on track
To me, this feels like blasphemy
I won't stay how they wanted me
When I die
Will I leave by their design?
I'm not sure if I'd
wanna know
so
Tell me a lie
To me, this feels like blasphemy
That I can't breathe at all
It's just a waste of time
It's so disappointingly beautiful
when you are judged
by someone who feels like a judge
so precise, infallible and supreme !
As if all the thoughts of the judged
are pure waste
and the thoughts of the person
who dons the role of the judge
are the most tasteful sugar and cream !
(02.04.2025)
I've grasped at thought.' Then thought things over? Often
Missed that bed of clover.' For there is many a beauty so
Statuesqe.' Yet often its missed when your mind is in a
Mess.' Maybe sharing thought and reason is the best i
Can do.? I wish all blessings!! ( apart from dingo ') and
His partisan crew.' In truth he has even messed this write
Up.' How i loathe the lot of them; in-finite.)
If apple ate a pear?
And digested it, would excrementbe wine?
2/25/25
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2025©
She drifted alone, lost at sea,
Tossed away so carelessly.
A bottle, once held tight,
Now forgotten, out of sight.
She whispered stories to the waves,
Of hands that held her, days once brave.
But now she floats, unseen, unheard,
A silent ghost without a word.
Then one day, a boy bent low,
His tiny hands began to glow.
"Mama, look! What’s this I found?"
"Just plastic, love, it’s all around."
His fingers traced her weathered skin,
A life discarded, worn so thin.
But in his eyes, a spark was lit,
"What if we could change it, bit by bit?"
They took her in, they made her new,
Melted, shaped;a dream came true.
A brick, a road, a sturdy thread,
A future built where waste once spread.
She stood again;not lost, not weak,
A voice once silent, now could speak.
"No longer poison, no longer vain,
I’ve found my purpose, healed my pain."
For what we waste, we can restore,
Turning less into something more.
One by one, hand in hand,
A world rebuilt by hearts that stand.
So pick her up, reshape the game,
From plastic to purpose;we rise again.
oh generation of garbage collectors
toss it out ...buy more
he shoots ... he scores
paper plates ... plastic faced
paper hearts ... what a waste
disposable lives ... biodegradable promises
Cutting onions without tears
I need diving goggles
Clothespin on the nose
Meters of Kleenex tissues
Stinging tears come quickly
Should drop the mascara
Drops in the flood,
makes black river lines
Suffering for the onion
Kinda crazy, kinda wild
So much useful advice,
without giving you tears
Bread in your mouth
Stick your tongue out
Peel under running water
Sugar between your lips
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