Charles.Lee.Poetry.Entry 882This pen a plow, myself an ox, The page my field of labor. I scratch only the surface. Meandering. I cannot unearth purpose. Desolation…1 min read·Aug 3, 2019----
Charles.Lee.Poetry.Entry 881I have never met a page that contains the poet soul in full; The sum of one human is too vast to fathom.1 min read·Aug 3, 2019----
Charles.Lee.Poetry.Entry 880The wishing well within self Was naught but a bog — My inkpot a watery pit — In which self-seeking satisfied itself With distorted…1 min read·Aug 3, 2019----
Charles.Lee.Poetry.Entry 879The two-sided mind knows&denies the world traversed as well as the illimitable inverse.1 min read·Aug 3, 2019----
Charles.Lee.Poetry.Entry 878Wick unwavering, awaiting flames, entombed in honeycomb patterned wax;1 min read·Aug 7, 2018----
Charles.Lee.Poetry.Entry 875The city at night is where I belong, walking the long streets of sleepless observation, drinking the sound of shutting books and locks…1 min read·Aug 7, 2018----
Charles.Lee.Poetry.Entry 874Moon of my mind, guide the restless tides, give light to my eyes, so I may dream again and observe the outcome of inner work.1 min read·Aug 7, 2018----
Charles.Lee.Poetry.Entry 873From ecstasy a rhythm was twice attuned, vocalized&forgotten: lust of the lost.1 min read·Aug 7, 2018----
