A strong song in mine heart
profound ever so souls awareness starts
MINE HEART MISSIONS VISION-
intense low-pitched high
Sweet essence by N by
MINE HEART MISSIONS VISION-
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contralto bass apocalypse deep destruction
alto thick mystifying grit end time revelation
MINE HEART MISSIONS VISION-
inscrutable mysterious cryptical conditions
recondite cryptic just short of mystic
Devout renditions holy missions vision
MINE HEART MISSIONS VISION-
10/6/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2023©
Thoughts can be blurry and empty.
paper on an easel, a whirlpool on a sheet
letting emotions explode into poetry,
explores the realm of cryptical and mystery
Crafting verbal art saps one's inventiveness.
I wrapped my body with a tattered velarium.
My shades can't even pass the litmus trial.
I stand without ignominy.
I am the one who folded my halcyon tripod.
My soul is the painting on this easel.
without a brush or ink, an oil drawing of intrinsic
all sins are conveyed aloud in this triptych.
It is a work of inner gloom, a magnum opus.
Drawing by the moon on a quiet beach
A painter stencil is bolstered on a pedestal.
Sea whispers reverberate in the sky.
The cosmic shyness sound
In this bewildering blend of noises and spirits.
A winter tree's naked singing may be heard.
With shades of gray, it is jubilation.
4th place contest winner
Written: February 16, 2023
Premier Choice No 1188 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
Love portrays the myriad of displays,
Much may pass, the way you feel - stays!
Crazy love song with dancing butterflies,
Cryptical sighs and puppy eyes.
Sweet whispered nothings making perfect sense
Foaming cloud nine, puff and intense.
Fond pillow talks of matters of sublime,
Earnest vows till the end of time.
Walks either holding hands or arm in arm
Have a mystique of all time charm.
Would there be a prerequisite of love
If not for increments above?!
Love portrays a myriad of displays,
Much may pass, the way you feel - stays!
January 23, 2023
There are whispers of neon swirl and spinning.
Early morning chirps amid rippling vacillation.
Shades of rainbow with pearlescent spattering.
Ruby tunes in the midst of songbird perception.
Early morning chirps amid rippling vacillation.
Melodies emitted by psychedelic wind whistle.
Ruby songs in the midst of songbird perception.
Glyphs of the cryptical script cut in the crystal.
Melodies emitted by psychedelic wind whistle.
Eerie outlines hopes and dreams in artwork.
Glyphs of the cryptical script cut in the crystal.
Glow with sonnets of a rainbow made of spark.
Eerie outlines hopes and dreams in artwork.
Onto a gloomy sky that was swamped with rain.
Glow with sonnets of a rainbow made of spark.
Is it eminently feasible to experience all the pain?
Onto a gloomy sky that was swamped with rain
Shades of rainbow with pearlescent spattering.
Is it eminently feasible to experience all the pain?
There are whispers of neon swirl and spinning.
Written: May 29, 2022
The one for Africa,
Then he to manage Australia.
While threnos in charge of Europe,
And quatrain to qoute the queens of Asia.
His fifth by love access south America,
That she will not be drenched in the loo of lucifer.
Next to his perfection surveyed North America,
That sheol spray no coquette to her.
His perfection succour in mending ocenia robe.
That she will by no means sing hynms in the lake of fire:
These are his distributions,
His seven spirits; Yet he proffer solutions.
Cryptical: Yet,i'm doubtfully convinced.
Tepids,misogynist,troupers,atheist; Be relieved!.
C.2017
“Le lacrime del Cuore”
As the tears faithfully fall on cedar wood
A chaotic still thru sacerdotal sky where it stood
And blood rapidly runs down on cypress veins
Where the palpitating pine sadly shows its pains
The birds of prey perched perfectly passive
As the heart hinders to their words impassive
Nazarene nails reveal their tenacious teeth
And the sands of sorrow bellow underneath
A bludgeoned body from east to west
As the wounded wood is gently blessed
The heavens hibernate with clouds of grey
To meaningfully mourn this degenerative day
The cryptical cross now stands surreal
For a King is crowned with thorns that seal.
(March.24.2016)...June.6.2016
Jesus Contest
By Anthony Slausen
These are the last words I'll write for you
The sugared dedications discontinue
Each word hatched from one mistake
Wanting you more than I can take
Intentions seem so futile now
Wipe remnants of love from your brow
Convinced you're white, so pure, intact
Lucky for me, I look good in black
So certain that you're making sense
As you speak of futures in past-tense
You claim the truth was always clear
Am I a victim of synaesthesia?
Human capsaicin eating heart tissue
A master of riddle and cryptical clues
But I've breached my Capulet attitude
These are the last words I'll write for you.