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…Aug 3, 2019Aug 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.Aug 3, 2019Aug 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…Aug 3, 2019Aug 3, 2019
Charles.Lee.Poetry.Entry 879The two-sided mind knows&denies the world traversed as well as the illimitable inverse.Aug 3, 2019Aug 3, 2019
Charles.Lee.Poetry.Entry 878Wick unwavering, awaiting flames, entombed in honeycomb patterned wax;Aug 7, 2018Aug 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…Aug 7, 2018Aug 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.Aug 7, 2018Aug 7, 2018
Charles.Lee.Poetry.Entry 873From ecstasy a rhythm was twice attuned, vocalized&forgotten: lust of the lost.Aug 7, 2018Aug 7, 2018