As the demons I carry weigh down on me heavy, shadowed and restless, they cling to my skin, a battle un ending both outside and in. Regrets with sharp teeth sink in my chest. While doubt grips my throat denying me rest. The anger ignites like a flame in my veins, feeding the fire of my unspoken pains. They live off my anger and suffocate my mind. They promise me power, but leave me confined.
Guilt is a phantom that watches me weep, echoing voices that never will sleep. Fear is the chains wrapped around my soul, mocking my steps, taking control. They slither in silence, they howl in the dark; carving their sigils deep in my heart. With venomous whispers they twist every thought turning me into the monster they sought. They poison my kindness and shatter my grace they wear my features, my voice, my face.
No priest alone can force them to leave. They’ve become my nature my blackened seed. But a whisper of mercy, the darkness won’t know, I call on the lord, so the devil will flee ,for christ alone holds victory. Jesus wept, he felt my pain, he bore the cross, he took my shame. The demons within will deceive me and lie but Jesus will come, redemption nigh.
Far down below it's taking
Taking away the tandroms of guilt
Pain and cries.
I have felt, seen and heard
The rocks , flowers trees big
But here, it's a tomb of joy which sweeps
Sweeping away the ridges we have built from fear
From great theft of injustice
From cries and depression
Weakness and failures
We have come to leave the ill fate
The shock of being unwanted
As the winds sway pass,
Let your, my weigh down drums
Castles and rain of pain sweep away.
LOVE can conquer all, they say
EVIL cannot prevail
LIFE is sweet when lived this way
FILL, with wind, the sail
LIFT me from this darkness, the darkness where I drown...
TILL, floating, burdens fall from me, none can weigh down.
LITE and free, oh let it be, where 'ere love can be found.
Beneath the knots of time hidden in fallen planks,
Feet dangle, shattered by the shadow of oblivion.
Through an eyebrow of sun clothed in pollen and decline,
A hand strikes a bargain to see how light spins a new face,
A shadow play mimicking that all is sublime—
Will the morning be born with another chance at rebirth?
Deep are the marks of denial that weigh down my efforts,
In the tomb of night's silence, I find myself a fortress.
Abandoned in thought to rise from the prayer of the evening,
I reject the bitter pulp of disillusionment that poisons my palace,
Love has left me with yellowed skin, a testament of solitude.
Moved by the peace of the darkness that enwraps the blinded sky;
A queen in a black onyx gown with a crown on display.
Cleansing my strength through the weakness revealed,
I regain elegance through the Spirit Father — I felt you guiding me in the night.
The cool balm of twilight for my scorched wounds,
You witnessed my ascent towards dawn;
Rising above the fissures of insanity,
It is as you said it would be—I am alive,
Enriched by the supreme gift of existence.
Little face crunched up with a good loud cry
welcome new baby good to be alive
As there ever a face so sweet and complete
as a sad eye dog begging for a treat
Or cunning and sly as a cat's grin
that face assured it will win
Face of a boy surprised in glee
first home run hit running bases with speed
A girl's face overcome with joy and tears
seeing absent army dad in her classroom appears
Face of stoic confidence leading his team
to a come from behind victory crowd roaring in screams
A face weigh down by pain and sorrow
heavy love's loss with the emptiness of tomorrow
Fear in the eyes with mouth wide open
shock of fright unable to let a scream be spoken
Face of love glowing with passion and desire
that sparks a heart to burn deep with fire
That face in the mirror smiling back at you
not bad for a long life and all you been through
The face of eternal sleep at rest
peaceful with the calm of death.
?
My body aches, burdened by your sins,
Heavy shadows cast where light begins.
Each step I take, a struggle to endure,
Your deeds weigh down, a pain so pure.
The weight you bear, I feel in my bones,
In every whisper of wind that moans.
Guilt and remorse, an unending sea,
Their waves crashing, engulfing me.
Yet I stand strong, against the tide,
For in my heart, a fire won't subside.
I'll carry your sins, though they cut like knives,
In hope that one day, our spirit thrives.
My body aches, but I'll rise above,
With love and forgiveness, and strength to prove.
Winter
Black cloud enshroud blue horizon while migrating birds tweet their last goodbye
Arctic winds weigh down bare naked branches watching blinding storms streak by
Above forsaken lodge tower sequoias like sentinels safeguarding an empty citadel
Hungry bison scrapes damp earth for green grass then uncovers a nourishing well
Immaculate summits shed kaleidoscopic colors pondering the splendor of next fall
Snowflake encrusted serpentine rivers inside the path of an imminent frigid squall
Taking agile steps shivering wolves defend lives at stake to outfox predacious gun
Aging leaves tumble toward battered ground envying the sky waiting for the sun
Penned:
01/10/2018
12:37 P.M.
West Palm Beach, Florida
Place a stone under any banyan tree,
Decorate flowers of all sorts around;
Apply crimson or sandal-paste or ghee;
Hide, to witness, how devotees abound...!
Stick-incense smokes spread with nose-drilling scent,
Oil-lamps lit, by men and women unknown,
Heaps of coins, like hills and peaks, soon ascend,
Faces shine, masks of blind faith balloon-blown...!
Tent erected; Altar constructed; hymns broadcast,
Priests pop up, like white termites after rains;
Grab all gifts as though, for self, God had asked,
Rational beings laugh at their lost brains...!
This is frequent in my precious nation,
Midst her classical wisdom abundant;
Pull of heart toward easy salvation,
Drowns our masses into myths inundant...!
Rituals, like rocks, heavily weigh down,
Blood-cum-heart chain-like link with the divine;
Wisdom, not blind faith, should become true crown,
Shouldn't new wine-skins be filled with new wine...?
18 November 2022
Heavy burden
My heart solid oh, Lord
Lord would you carry me
I'm solid weigh down
Heavier than a rock
Oh, Lord my Lord would you carry me
And like a pebble thrown in the lake
Skimming across and I'm falling
There was too late, too late
Tumbling, tumbling down to the bottoms
Heavy burdened my heart solid
Oh Lord , Lord would you carry -
would you carry me
3/6/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
In a shadowy sphere
a girl flaunt her beautiful faces
to the pallid look of the sun
- rolling blackout.
A sweet reminder of her refulgency
waxing from waning.
Girls are roses
Purple roses
with scents of cherubic
that effuses blissfulness;
heaving and glamorizing
haunting and hunting in sublime beauty.
Fine inflorescences
that lay in the garden-
budding into a woman
to grace her man.
All flirting out in packs
& springing into chic's-
sexy mortals indeed!
Roseate glow
to her blushful beau
that staggers to her cave.
An empyrean dish
carved out from Eden;
strumming the sacred calling of motherhood.
These there love are territorial!
A youthful maiden
that visualize a woman
into something they can enchant,
aiming for a transition
with little or greater expectations from her family.
Girls are roses
Untamed roses with enough concoctions
perfectly crafted to colorize the universe,
but still they're envious
& are weigh down by too many indifferences
from opposite sex.
A jealous mortals indeed.
snow-capped trees weigh down
roots hold council’s needled hope –
trinkets hang from twigs
12th November 2020
The heavy wet snow weighs down the limbs of the tree as trials weigh down the soul. Trials come unexpected. Creeping and accumulating slowly, as we try to hold ourselves up for as long as we can until the weight is too much to bear. Some come blowing in like a squall and dump piles so quick we don't have time to even try. The weight of a heavy burden is not easy to bear, but there is always the promise of spring when the snow melts away and our limbs like the limbs of the tree spring free and full in the sunlight.
a rising sun nowhere to be seen
autumn clouds hang overhead
montreal dreary skies weigh down
metropolis threatened under siege
skyscrapers reach but come up short
smothered by a blanket of grey
unfurled over a sleepy cityscape
everyone scurries helter skelter
seeming cold and eerily distraught
autumn colors peppered about
in a panoramic october slumberfest
Published in my photo/poetry book ~MONTREAL UNDER CLOUDS~ 2019
AP: Honorable Mention 2021
Posted on October 26, 2019
Cold hands of the doctor in gloves and mask
lay her on the hard surgical metal table.
A numb sensation travels down arm to wrist.
Sedation spreads to an EGREGIOUS sin.
Breathing deep through monitored heart rate
eyelids weigh down in heavy haze.
Frills of a DELICATE flower shrivels
as a mother prepares to abort her child.
In OBTUSE position an ultrasound image
still haunts her in false INDIGENT hopes
In slurred words, she sinks in quicksand.
A blissful DELIRIUM of noiseless chatter.
Epiphanies of painless moments
when foggy memories forget to eavesdrop
Nothingness of empty feelings
when clogged synapses trigger only to stop.
Eyes AWAKENING to a bleeding world
find a graveyard heart pumping relentless pain,
and camouflaged stories rehearse in veins.
Promises that could not CONSECRATE
Conflicts that could not MEDIATE.
An Indifference that was worse than hate.
The nurse says ,' Do you need anything? '
She needed analgesics...she needed amnesia.
She craves, "Can you put me back to anesthesia?
29th August 2019
Sponsor John Hamilton
Contest Name Eight word challenge 9
Gray hills of impenetrable coppice draw down clouds in misty rain.
Limbs and leaves weigh down with invited teardrops that keeps their soul alive.
Forest floor whose dress adorn with verdant ferns, shrubs, and young trees.
Picturesque waterfall's resounding clamor rushes forth in abundance
and streams upon an outcrop of epiphytic moss draped rocks and woody roots.
A tree hollow speaks of creature’s footstep on land of encouraging beauty.
3/31/2019
Poetry Contest: Best free verse 2019'
Sponsored By: John Hamilton
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