My passion is the happy fervor
That covers and moves the lever
I heard an exciting, silent flaming
To warn me about this mine anxiety
And its eyes have all the flaming
On that day my soul grew arousal
and the brainwaves never zesting
and its eyes have all the flaming
The spree seemed happy exclaiming
Not but my thought yet stilled remaining
in there stepped a flammable insight
Only this and heated horrors
I crave the scorched, splintery stimulus
Poundings of my thoughts series
I threw my illumination upon the floor
Satan stool in front of the prison door
I crave the illuminated, illuminating intimacy
While I pondered, excitatory and more
what could there be more purely offshore?
Demon angel
Take thy illuminator from out my heart
those the turmoil, 'Minded the Ecuador!'
Mentor, mentor!
And the troubles never layering
and so the good angel you came gently clattering
Get thee behind me Satan bravo, bravo
11/21/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2021©
Categories:
zesting, analogy, anger, anxiety, betrayal,
Form: Pastoral
the statues of the limits bounds me
The presence of the infinite enthralls me
Yeah I do believe that I receive the fortitude
This zesting and believing receiving gratitude
The blackness calls me
Surrounds me an infinite schemes
The blackness shines moves around
There are no rainbows in my dreams
And I am in apt and astonished by the peace
The salary of a release
The sour zest
Yet still I am pessimist
In this cold darkness
I set a president
Of this on that I lack
For missed I miss the colors fade to Black
6/15/21
Written by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
Categories:
zesting, allusion, analogy, change, confusion,
Form: Free verse
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written by James Edward Lee Sr.
03/03/15
Categories:
zesting, environment,
Form: Free verse