#writtenundertheinfluence

A future fading fast.

An old promise broken.

A fatal car crash.

A heart on the mend.

The other in the blender.

Resentment moving in.

Another great pretender.

Things will improve.

So they all say.

May prove to be true,

But I can't tell today.

Because I miss her hand

Holding my thumb.

And I ache for her love

Like air to my lungs.

Those bare feet dangling

As I picked her up to dance

Round and round we'd go

We were in a trance.

I could go on forever

She meant everything to me.

I could never regret her

My garbanzo bean.

-kirkshiresloss-

e.v.e.

As the sun hung overhead upon a late May sky I felt the burning on my skin as my yearning towards my sins pulled me deeper within your heartache. Play the music in your soul while the flotsam and jetsom of your being screams for bitter beings of a fire down below.

Breathe.

Surrender to the wilds of a bitter pill devoured inside a turning point embraced that your name is soon embraced and forgive the holy Father of a tone soon ensnared to a torment long embraced while your ludicrous emotions halt and stare and erase a morning glory now forgotten to the memories untrodden of a fire long forgotten while my words may seem unloving I'm so lost without a soul.

Where were you, where was I, where do these demon forms arise as we wrestle with the lies of the alcohol.

I miss you.

An Echoing Of Death

The wine cellar needs replenishing

Greens and meats readily ted

When I am hungry I am fed

Nourishment is now diminishing

An empty vessel echoing its death

A sound of thunder brings the rain

Clear sky is an open mind

Stillness of a wasted wind

Complaints are all in vain

Waiting to harvest before death

©Johnny J P Lee

19 January 2023

Gogyoshiren Poem (10)

did you think this poem is about you? did you think that this whisper floated along radio waves just to kiss your ear?

did you think after all this time your name still sits on my shelf waiting to drink in the rain? did you think my lips still wrap around your name? did you think every Spring I traveled to your door in my dreams?

that I made the motions how the sun lays to bed or how the grey wolf sighs at night? do your fingers still search for the light when you want to keep a secret in the place even God doesn’t know?

even now that dust has settled and a new sun rises on an empty bed the place between coming and going is dead did you think this poem is about you?

it is. and has always been

My shadow hangs

So heavy,

It drags behind me

Down the alley.

And I don’t wanna go

Home

Again.

I am just a hollow soul

Sighing

In the wind.

But, if I came

To you

With only empty hands,

Would you still

Help me

Stand?

Would you sing to me

What has never

Been spoken?

Would you heal

In me,

All that is broken?

I am so hollow,

All that’s left

Is

Belief.

Oh, carry me,

I am

Weak.

Don’t leave,

Don’t leave me.

aquamarine

we found a piece of glass by the sea

caressed by water and crusted by salt

like every wound of mine

traced with your lips

and cleansed with your tears

until all of my edges

were smoothed away

by your sheer presence

that night

you pierced the shard right through

and i plaited a beautiful tear-like bead

into your hair

honeydew

i can't remember a single word

of that made-up story i told you

to make your voice vibrate

with careless laughter

only the lump in my throat

when the early spring sun

teased your eyelids

and painted a halo around your face

over our pale green walls

mint

i spilled hot tea

all over my thighs

and after you treated me

with water cold like winter morning

you wrote

'please don't hurt'

over my fevered skin

with the tip of your

tongue

chartreuse

i froze in the middle of the street

helplessly captured by the sudden wish

to look into your eyes

so i tightened my grip on your hand

slightly raised the wide brim

of your flamboyant summer hat

and you caught my gaze

sweetly ablush

as i gently kissed

the tips of your

eyelashes

emerald

you knew this wasn't a real precious stone

a cheap pretty piece of colored plastic

(not eco-friendly too) 

but still you gave me that necklace

fidgeting nervously, flustered and shy

saying how it reminded you of that

deep green transparent blouse i'd worn

and how it went well

with my golden skin

shimmering around my neckline

i saw it in your eyes

you weren't sure i'd ever wear it

while i knew i would hardly ever

take it off

viridian

the darkest mystery

resolves

as even the deepest parts

of my ocean

roar restlessly

under my palms

pine

let's have a picnic

he said

soaked wet from rich lavish rain

as we were hiding under a tree

cocooned in tight embrace of the forest

and then we had one

full of innocent romance

i was keeping him warm

and i gifted him

with the prettiest cone

i'd found

fern

he told me to make a wish

and i made him up

in my hands

in my mind

and desperately begged the rare flower

to bloom with our love

moss

fine membrans of skin

stretched over the arches

of your feet

blueish and almost lacelike

but you still walk bare

as you are

and the undergrowth

bursting with life

covers your path with

intimate caresses 

that sense the same as those

of my wet lips

persian

my eyes were diving deep

into the greenest ocean

as i was fucking you senseless

letting myself go

you

pressed against the curtains

in my best friend's parents'

bedroom

me

tearing you apart

olive

whatever deity there is

for whatever reason

happened to gift me

with you

i called them l o v e

since then i'm a believer

and you're a blessed sapling

i'm bound to take care of

with everything life-nourishing

there is in me

— green palette // julzzz

poetic cycle 'the hues of us' - jules ed.