Time used to be gentle
like bike bells singing harmony
with a summer breeze.
Time seems to be picking up speed.
A freight train without an engineer.
A Hendrix electric guitar on amphetamines.
When did time become a runaway brute?
A trickster, a taker-a mass grave maker.
The shell game player. Raper of dreams.
Whisking everything you love to the far away...
Putting your cries on mute.
Time is picking up speed.
Withering things but never planting seeds.
Plucking the shriveled blossoms of memory.
Dumping them in a landfill.
With broken dolls, rusted 5 speeds, black lantern dreams.
Time is yellow rings of selfishness.
Forever hungry- lacks any empathy.
It devours the cream of life.
Turns the radiance of innocents into junkyard eyes.
Splashing gray onto the temple.
Welding bent hand to crooked cane.
Smashing everything in its greasy path.
Time is endless clownish-black comedy- a careen off a cliff.
A vintage violin at the bottom of a winter stream.
Time blasts into celebration when you're down to your last breath.
When neutron stars collide they
unleash immense energy plasma
jets, creating conditions extreme
enough to produce heavy elements
like gold, A single collision can
generate gold equivalent to several
Earth masses, outshining entire
galaxies in the process;
An armageddon of brilliance
may well one day fill the heavens
the blinding age of enlightenment
in the end as neutron stars collide ~ I fear a great healing old nick
hell shalt get a golden sarcophagus ~ several thousand miles thick
said god to satan arc welding his eyes ~ with plasma rich alchemic
There comes a young lad from abroad.
He wants a car but can’t afford.
So he gets scrap metal
And this he does fettle.
Then calls it a Honda Accord.
He took it out for a test-run.
At first this seemed to be great fun.
But in metal he fettle
The welding was brittle.
Suddenly it all came undone.
Hiccups
The of no colour soluble flammable gas put to
use in welding metals
is
the source of
hiccups.
soul tenderly I embrace her
our hearts beats within our collective paired
times two 24 ribs
salty sweet are those the tears our eyes jointly share
physically for better or worse
Spiritually under God blessed birth
greasy jointly strands of our trich
must be love or lust our two lips touch, we kiss
So soul tenderly we're embrace ourself-
in the spirit realm mere not mortals
we stand and stare our spirit melt
physically for better or worse
Spiritually under God blessed birth
welding together
covenant expelling joyous bursts
of intangible actions of love hosts
So soul tenderly we're embrace ourself-
our hearts beats within our collective paired souls heart
spirit eyes so stare as we share
soul tender soul mate you and I
covenant cry
physically for better or worse
Spiritually under God blessed birth
covenant cry
So soul tenderly we're embrace ourself-
12/11/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.2023©
Fleas, ticks, and parasites are the bane of pets and pet owners. They require medications. It is a well know veterinary fact that to administer medications to a dog is simple: “wrap it in bacon and toss it to the dog”. Cats, however, are much more medication savvy and resist the idea that descendants of Cleopatra’s litters need any. Thus, the dilemma, send the cat back to Pharaoh or battle the ferocious Fang and Claw Master. He assembles the towels, the eye droppers, the welding gloves, sends out a prayer request, and proceeds. To date he believes he has been successful as the cat is still stalking the neighborhood. He understands the cat as he will take no medication “willingly” and is a complete “joy” when visiting his doctor's offices. He also understands the dog as he too loves bacon.
John G. Lawless
©4/29/2023
MOTHER NATURE
Come,come, and see,
Yes,come and see mother nature at her peak,
Come and see her in her roual majesyic robe,
Full of beauty and awesomeness,
Welding the scepter of surprise mixed witj Joy,
Joy mixed with satisfaction, satisfaction that can't be explained.
But see now,
Mother nature is going to sleep,
For she sleeps because of her agony,
Oh,how she wept,yes she wept,
For her offsprings are destroyed every seconds,
Don't let her go to sleep, please don't,
For if she do,am afraid she won't wake.
The iron workers from Wales are slumbering now
They have earned the comfortable rest of the dead,
For years they got up in the dark and began their work
Clanging and banging iron together, forging and welding
That is all over now, their ears are quiet, and they have peace.
It was their life for over fifty years, but now they are refreshed.
Happily lingering on their cloud beds; they have earned their sleep.
Hard-working iron workers from Wales are slumbering now
They have earned the comfortable rest of the dead,
For years they got up in the dark and began their work
Clanging and banging iron together, forging and welding
That is all over now, their ears are quiet, and they have peace.
It was their life for over fifty years, but now they are refreshed.
Happily lingering on their cloud beds; they have earned their sleep.
Her power was the burn; she loved doing it.
She could snap and crackle an entire forest in minutes.
Engulfed, helpless, startled into submission.
She loved welding her sword of flames.
No forests? No worries. She could self combust.
Shooting her red, orange, and blue flames into the air.
The others stayed away, fearful of her strength and her temper.
She was an inferno now, loving her power to burn.
Oh, gentle love conjuring such love of us earnestly together
Fleeting falling sprawls as listus light welding fleeting as a fallen feather
Loyal beating hearts pumping life-giving blood
Solemn spirit journey soul embellished love
So my darling love welcome I your unrelinquish love
10/8/21
Written by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
Dancing in the Void
Dancing in the void
Sanctuary delighting in the sparks
Welding contemplation to an ever exploding new creation
Flash dancing in transient exploding flickers
Stampeding through transient ethers
An arabesque leaping from opaque to lucid
Elegant grace unclothed in transparent cabrioles
Of eloquent staggering bliss in currents
Flowing visceral electricity
A revelry revealed in electric leaping caprioles
Charged with revelation
In flaring truth often viewed with eyes half closed
Illuminated luminosity embraced
On a stage where stoic suspended anticipation
Finally emerges to be energized -
Artistic synchronicity -
Where leaping quandaries, charged dark enquiries
And ascending aspirations for moments of beauty
Pirouette in soaring surges
Dancing in the void of veracity uplifted.
8-10-21
Contest: The Void
Sponsor: Unseeking Seeker
what will you write of the apricot,
when the fruit has fallen for the last time?
'and the last apricot was
like his last letter
received a decade ago;
that was very little to quench my thirst
but his memories were enough to last for the lifetime'!
He fuel the flames of her esse
He is the essences of her poem
He was in her beneath like inebriation
His philtres and potions arouses welding
"He never returned and how time flies;
The apricot jam spread over the toast was his favourite
The coral fruit enfolded his tastes and touches
And the aroma of the juicy flesh dampen his ardour"
All I remember is 'the apricot and his last letter'.
blue sky meets azure sea
awesome panorama,
brilliance of sun smiles wide
at scene of harmony,
daily baptism occurs
as waves sing joyfully,
a welding of nature
present before my eyes
March 17, 2020
Nature inspired theme
I walked out
I walked towards a house of horror
And ate at its gates for many years
They gouged out my eyes
And made me bleed rivers of blood from my mouth
They drove six large spikes into my skull
So as to affect my mind with horror
They dragged me listless and faint through a dark street
And crucified me on a steel beam
By welding my risks and my ankles to its scaffolding
I hung there while I was alive
And when they discovered that my body could not stop producing blood like a river from my eye sockets
And from my gaping mouth
They electrocuted me
And I disappeared from my steel crucifix
To wander the universe with God
I still wander the world to this day
And when I ascended like my Lord
From out of my invisible tomb
I did not smell of smoke from a furnace
Therefore my oil is as clear as water
And it flows like gentle wind
Singing in a tempest
The martyrdom of Hineni
Amen
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