Marillion On My Face
Marillion In The Twilight Fell Upon My Face
Filling In The Voided Space
Unfulfilled By Human Race
I Think I’ve Found My Place
Within The Swamps Of Belamour
Liquored Honey From The Gods
Brought There By The Mods
Who Escaped The Plastic Pods
Rising High Above All Odds
We All Go Running In The Streets
Being Chased By Suits And Neats
Who Have Stolen All Our Seats
Never Admitting The Grand Defeat
Disillusions Much Abound
With Squawking, Frightening, Sounds
Exhibitions All In The Rounds
Cunning Smiles And Noble Frowns
Before My Insanity Does Set In
And The Razors Brings The End
I Will End Were It Begins
Finding Comfort In A Friend
Filling In The Voided Space
Unfulfilled By Human Race
Sanctuary In My Place
When Marillion Falls On My Face
Within The Swamps Of Belamour.
The Spector Wept
In days of yore, when nights were long and cold,
A jester wept, his heart so strong, so bold,
His tears like dew upon the sodden ground,
For a long lost love, his soul is so profound.
Shakespeare’s quill didst etch his name,
Elizabethan sonnets, fortune, fame,
Chalice filled with poisonous brew,
Skull’s empty eyes, Tis all is true.
In 1970, a hallucination,
Jester’s laughter, wild elation,
The woods, where unicorns no longer roam,
A Garden of Eden, my luscious home.
Messiah’s love, pure and true,
Heart’s desires, shining through,
Love’s music magic, forever new,
Eternal dreams, for me, for you.
Three days of weeping and gnashing teeth
And now we hang the jester’s wreath
When peace doth dwell throughout the land
And beast will eat from mortals hands
All oceans will merge into the sands
And death and life will merge as one
All black will darken the brightest sun
Blood in veins no longer run
The Spector’s work is finally done
In 1970, a hallucination
Jester’s laughter, wild elation
The woods where unicorns no longer run
One day will be peace for everyone
Who will seek salvation in the midnight sun
No living souls left on the wheel of fate
No more words to be written, no more times to be late
His work is all finished, well done job that he kept
Such a sad revelation
And…The Spector Wept
Long Live The King!
In James Lee’s own words: I like to be evocative and introspective in my verse . . . to capture the essence of emotions and experiences, inviting readers on a journey that I hope will touch the depths of their own feelings and perceptions but rethought, reimagined and given new vision. I try hard to blend vivid imagery and poignant language, to craft compelling narratives within the confines of verse and to showcase the mystery of the written word. My main aim is when someone dives into the world of James Lee, ( Odist), they are transported to a realm where emotions run deep and the human spirit is laid bare.
Amen! Odist 🙂