Oh Echo why, did she beguile.
Queen Hera with loquacity.
Thou mountain nymph whose winsome smile
Did mask Zeus from complicity
With sylvan nymphs, his sole desire.
Those dalliances once revealed
Set jealous Hera's heart on fire.
Echo was blamed, her fate now sealed
To never speak, till others spoke.
And only then, those last words said.
Then bite her tongue, or she would choke.
This punishments inside her head.
A woodland hiding place she found
In solitude and loneliness.
One day she heard a youthful sound.
His voice her lips, it did caress.
Then " do not hide " Echo replied.
This paragon of many charms,
Bemused he said " please do no hide "
When Echo ran towards his arms,
Narcissus cast her to the ground,
Extolling death, to her embrace
As from her lips, his words resound.
She disappeared without a trace.
To wander evermore alone.
Those mountain caves were her domain.
Soon blessed death, turned bones to stone.
Her voice was all that did remain.
8 / 16 / 2025
Dead Babies
You know where
silence is complicity
insidious war crimes
dance in this vile air
Holocaust encore
My friends, you are indispensable to the completion of their suffering.
Neither the sheep nor the crow,
or the heirs of official sin, cousins of the murderers,
trapped by their incandescent un-virtue, reeking of disaster.
You are, my friends, the voice of reason, of morality
the heirs of civility, of nobility, of humanity,
Heed your calling and stand, raise your voice
on the devastated land, and cry for justice.
Palestine will be free,
Free from the smug of genocide deniers,
Free from the yoke of repression,
Free from the chains of mass starvation,
Free from the unrelenting bombs, and sniper fires
that kill children at food lines, without mercy, without any remorse.
You are my friends, the voice of consciousness of an entire generation.
Silence is not an option, silence is complicity, a badge of dishonor
Weighing heavily with crushing implications.
Stand and release the quantum energy of liberation in the words, and tears in your eyes --
that speak truth to power and empathy to the heart,
Palestine will be free.
feels so close I could walk up and
with my finger touch the moon
seems like nothing else
exists and i’m alone
swaddled in a tranquility
that’s magnificent and surreal
i can feel it pulsate to the beat
of Mother Earth’s cadent heart
there’s a distinct aura of tangible complicity
and this is where i belong
right here in the now of it
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
To triumph, all the wicked need is our silence as they pursue their tyranny.
For in that silence, we will sadly find that our path lies beside complicity.
True courage stands and speaks its mind; it is undaunted, damn the cost–
It knows the power held in every voice and just how much could still be lost.
This is why, in these times, we must all speak–loud and proud and clear;
Why we must have faith in one another and why we cannot give in to fear.
Why we must stand firm in the face of hate, even when it feels we must move the heavens;
Remembering, always, the simple, eternal truth that from our lips leap weapons.
Blossoms line my laden descent
down to the perked watering hole
that plays empty theater,
awaiting my creative path,
a royal welcome -
represented by accumed variety and presumed clarity,
of intentional therapy of renewed sensable youth.
Periscope complicity is channeled by heart's stereoscopicity,
Dryad/Satyr Satire, no dry ads, only wet views.
Season facets a wild cherry scent to your vantage point
of attitude and beauty proximity, of dripping cues.
Draw the liquid curtain on the canvas
of insanely intimate hues.
To a crash on the rocks of the mind-blown
by windswept rescue chasing you behind a messaged massage,
Baywatch, Oasissed Dunes and slow Djin mirage.
Nature is no stranger to being the muse,
Rebel with a cause,
cause maybe this time you stay
and snuggle awhile, sailor.
When youth is so vibrant and sets us aglow,
and no words are mentioned through sorrow:
we are the seekers of wild adventures,
pushing hard beyond all boundaries!
In the prime of everything that sparkles joy,
we aren't afraid to explore the great unknown;
falling to earth and savor the complicity of sin
as the Fallen Angels did: we will pay too dearly!
A motivation to declare life and safeguard it:
is to cleanse ourselves of all wrongdoing,
of all vanity to pursue vainglory as the great ones did;
are there precious thoughts that gathers no dust?
We can find them in acts done by saints living or dead,
or in a hymn to love: whenever it's rejected as a vain thing!
When we witness those tragedies that make us cringe:
is it a punishment from cruel Nature or angry God?
Young lives are mainly lost to Fentanyl and syringe!
Should we go on, making believe each mind is sound?
The silence is deafening.
The Devil capers madly.
Soldiers revel in atrocities.
Demons slaughter the innocents.
The silence becomes thunderous.
Beasts brutalise the oppressed.
Their resistance is legendary.
Famine stalks the rubble.
The silence is shattered!
Strangers fight the iniquity.
Nations condemn the deaths.
… Still the murders continue.
The silence is deafening…
How is this “war”?
The victims are blamed.
The “chosen people”, praised.
Are all lives not equal?
As she saw dead bodies of some innocent people
In east of D.R.Congo before sleeping,
she had a nightmare.
Seeing some goons
wearing dangerous masks with guns
attacking her family.
She screamed for help and no one came.
So the bandits killed them so badly.
She was so confused,
crying for losing some relatives.
Woke up morning frighten terrible,
thought of some bad things
to happen to her family members.
Her husband tried to clean her mind.
reminded her about the last news of the war
in east of DRC which could be the cause of that nightmare.
some terrorists cut some people with bush knives.
Some civilians stood to defend themselves
as they suspected the complicity
of the international community...
supporting the rebels M23 and others
behind the troops from East African Community
in northern KIVU
to fulfil to balkanise D.R .Congo
into many countries
Which many Congolese
hate the most.
October 29/2023
The sticky summer heat lingered on my skin,
Much like your hand on my leg.
As my feet swung back and forth, I tried
Not to look at you.
My twin size bed couldn't fit the both of us, yet
You sat. I thought I saw something in your eyes,
And by saying nothing, you knew
I said everything
Mute words fell upon deaf ears
And with a searing pain in my chest
And a pinkie promise condemning me to complicity,
The truth was sealed away.
Like a beast, it grew in my chest
Devouring my insides,
With no regard or perhaps too much,
Consuming me whole.
O' woman that I adore
Teach me how to be reborn
Firstin me a love soul real
teach me how again to feel
Caressedmy spirit soul
Speak Life to me renew me so
I'm : was lost but you found me cold
O' Beloved woman so grow
Embrace me more
Your praise is my virtue
You're my holy Hallelujah
Beautiful call on me whisper
Love embrace my heart as I taste
Your light you're fired sparks
That ravish me with complicity
Speakto me ever so sweetly
Dearest heart speak my life whole
I am yours forever more
Once again speak my life whole
I am yours forever more
Come unto me my love COME
7/10/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2023
Evil number Thirty-three
Will chill you with toxicity.
Six feet, neath root of tree.
Though it reeks, Complicity
Wicked, Evil, Thirty-Three.
How perfidious is it to hide,
not to be found and be recognized
for the values not revealed
but shamefully being cast aside?
How deplorable is it to renounce existing,
refusing the crown of meekness,
a life of peaceful days, of a lesser complicity
and accept the glory of vanity...
when feelings of betrail resurge, contesting
the perception of loss beyond credibility?
Does one choose loneliness so voraciously sought,
that retreat from a squalid existence that fate brought
to a secluded place that lacks colors and sounds
allowing horrid darkness to descend upon defeats,
blocking out the brilliance and blighting the thoughts
of a mind in search of solitude and self-awareness?
How pathetic us to turn
into a lurking shadow
to conceal the frown of scorn,
the angry look of hurt...
rejecting soothing comfort,
accepting horrid sorrow!
Do all have the same principles of idiocy
and follow a deceiving voice
swerving them from reason...
does it offer delusions that attempt treason?
How strong is their effect on honesty;
how will it coordinate with their choice?
Death is
The eternal silence
We often say under this sky
Where the enemies are ubiquitous
Even among thugs and fools
That the dead are wrong
Oh! That’s ignorance!
That’s incompetence!
That’s complicity!
That’s bad luck!
That’s vanity!
That’s nonsense!
That’s voracity!
That’s imbecility!
That’s impunity!
That’s criminality!
That’s an idiotic thing!
That’s nonsense!
That’s foolishness!
In this life
We are right or wrong
We make decisions
Sometimes vain or useless
We were born to be useful
To society, to our family
And to our dear country
Silence is the absence of life
Eternal silence is death
Regret or remorse
Causes pain and trouble
The eternal silence
Is death
We are always
In front of the material
Far from what’s essential
Far from eternal salvation.
P.S. This Poem Is Dedicated To The Victims Of Countless Criminals And The Corrupt.
Translation of ‘ Le Silence Éternel’ by Hébert Logerie
Copyright © June 27, 2022, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poetry.
and all your worth is in vain
and your gaze dips wrong again
if you do believe you are drowning in the truth
in the mind of man every neuron is another world
and they're all called insanity
manuals are wrong and you
when you seek complicity
static in front of the mirror
see that we are all loneliness
bumping into lost and desperate
without realizing the darkness itself
that in your cells awaits
only the numbers are correct
fully predictable and sequential
indifferent to our insane quest
by the chimera of a world of equals
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