Answer with passion,
or don’t answer at all
Cauterizing my questions
—as ashes they fall
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)
In your weather beaten mind;
Clouded with mistrust and filled with guile;
Alone and trouble child son of man;
Son of God;
Crashed and trashed venom cauterizing your ears;
Sneaking pass the levels of poisons;
Your on your own and yet;
You haven't been to the garden yet;
Reprobate minds buying time;
You may kill the will, but the will to kill is clear
You haven't because you ask not
Held captive retroactive;
Blue horizons
Nothing but...
true visions
There's a rainbow in the skies;
Just below God's eyes;
and this is His promise;
Not to chastise us with the flood again
Rainbow is the possible
That God won't chastise us with the flood again
Blue horizons
Crashed and trashed venom cauterizing your ears;
Sneaking pass the levels of poisons;
Your on your own and yet;
You haven't been to the garden yet;
Blue horizons
Nothing but...
true visions
There's a rainbow in the skies;
Just below God's eyes;
and this is His promise
Not to chastise us with the flood again
Rainbow is the possible
That God won't chastise us with the flood again
Blue horizons
Written by James Edward Lee
July 25 2017
Perdition's registry of effort's track,
this viscous cycle, memory causing lack
malignancy, a timeless, soulful wrack!
I pace the effort, then abstract
a set of rules, or understanding's feign
usurping dignity, a cure does not proclaim!
And magnitude of sentry, lines disdain
that negative approach is but insane,
survivor's list, miraculous acclaim!
Oh, help me God to witness my remain
as utilizing miracles not in vain,
while witness to discovery, pray the same!
A "calling", that reward that Angels seek
is more the humankind of purposed, soulful reek
I ask the countenance of trial, not go berserk!
While cauterizing failure . . . not the work!
Blinded by the Light
The lightning, it was over-bright
vengeance, slashing a darkened sky,
awakening the sins of night.
The lightning, it was over-bright,
usurper of the dead souls sight,
cauterizing the heavens eye.
The lightning, it was over-bright
vengeance, slashing a darkened sky.
6/19/2016
submitted to – First Line Prompt – 2 – Poetry Contest
sponsor – Julia Ward
Sleep denied, binding sheets
restrained hot, apprehensive form;
beneath the bed, dragons' tails rapped
red staccato on the rails,
those blaze colored beasts
restlessly groaned embered tones,
cauterizing thoughts on Fear's volcanic brand.
Heavy quiet, sinister,
stealthily slinking in the dark,
gathered like oppressive fog
about the midnight strike.
The knob chattered, teeth on edge,
a hammer blow of door
on wall before the fall of footsteps
stabbing down the hall.
Repulsive sound . . . belt undone,
colliding with the floor,
the hated, clutching heaviness of him
who roughly spoiled.
Copyright, August 9, 2014
4.
Each dawn, the cold steps back a pace,
In the lengthening light the cold steps back
As the lands rise fresh and free from deathlike sleep again,
To play the full young mother dressed in life itself,
Strolling through the warming, waxing sun.
Growth and generation give the lie
To the empty time, short before
Everything renewed proclaims exoneration from stasis
Breauty runs riot, freed from its long waiting
To declare its immortality again.
For he and she love grows anew
In hopes reborn spring's thaw
The heart's slow healing gathers force with the blooming
As they pull the threads of their lives back together,
Sewing them closer with trust and forgiveness,
Going on again in the thousand-odd ways
That make a single life of two.
Love trumpets again in smug triumph
Through the wakening world,
For it too is one of the old, strong forces,
The one that holds together what would fain break itself apart
To its own rack and ruin;
The ultimate surgeon,
Healing with slow steely cuts
Cauterizing the strangely sweet wells of pain
With unquenchable fire
That burns,
Promethean.
It’s on the tip of my tongue,
On dusky lawns where smiling is essentially
Lit parks with ghosts running along fences in the dark
And the nocturnal renewal of joy from within young and old,
A collective cauterizing over fudgecicles,
The minutiae of love exists as mist
Over long hours swinging on a patio bench
Listening to thoughts twist with an old friend from long ago
When meadows met marshes and you tossed a net into it to
Catch a frog, catch a hog, catch a flounder from your boots--catch mud!
Reach deep into well-wounded watermelons
On summers where no one ever cried
And winters where hot chocolate poured like
Recess from clouds of laughing gas
And there you are now in your tiny room.
Thinking your large thoughts.
Thinking and feeling an answer.
Sanguine fluid hemorrhaging from a contrary source
My credence wavers at your broken promises
I once abjured all of your fatuous wars
Until I too was branded on your canvas’
Some tawdry amusement you secrete
Only to emerge in your tenebrous off time
A murmured melodious beat
To make a pedestrian appear sublime
I feel your jurisdiction, forced upon me
Subservience is yours only till my hands are more
Pride in your villenage, underlying acrimony
For the malevolence in my eyes, an unbroken core
Infuriating your might, nothing can defeat you
Animosity ablaze, cauterizing me, so cold.
Behind the pain you inflict, you find impenetrable fortitude
Your brawn may vanquish my body, never my soul.
My blood betrayed me
Seeped slowly from its delicate channels
No one noticed, not at first
All inside, it did hide
I slipped away; slowly like a trickle
But they cut and tore and explored
Cauterizing and containing
Suction and clamps
Pulsating arteries and starving organs
Most was gone, but not all
Reinforcements were called in and they
Gave to me someone else’s blood to keep
I wonder if my body knew the difference…
Fresh infusion of life, delivered in plastic bags
Transfusion confusion…
Was this new blood all from one person?
Or maybe it was a mixed cocktail from many
Is it gone now?...
Replaced by my own regenerated supply?
What a strange fragile thing
That we never like to think about
Blood.