Dance me slow...thrill me on moonlit flights
Graced by warmth heart's fondness delights!
(Voices of Galileo & Pythagoras)
On this day—
September 9th, 2025,
an echo rose from the ninth portal of the universe.
Galileo spoke:
"Mathematics is the language
with which God has written the universe."
The proof was everywhere—
the ninth month,
the ninth day,
the year 2025
folding into the number 9.
A trinity appeared:
999.
And when I added 9 + 9 + 9 = 27—
it fell again to 9.
A cycle completed.
A circle closed.
Galileo’s voice trembled:
"This happens once in nine years.
The world has finished one chapter—
and now, it begins another."
I asked—
“What does this cycle mean for humanity?”
He answered:
"Nine is compassion.
Nine is wisdom.
Nine is completion—
and awakening.
It calls the soul to service,
to live for the greater good."
Then Pythagoras appeared,
his face burning with sorrow and light:
"The world was in meditation—
now it awakens.
The true hearts of compassion
will rise for humanity’s sake."
We raised our eyes to the stars.
They shimmered as if lifting glasses with us.
And we whispered:
“September 9th, 2025—
the day of 999.
A cycle ends.
A cycle begins.
Cheers.
Look at us catching the sunset together
With some light talk to get us going
Nothing but nature and sheer tranquillity
And a nice glass of chardonnay
If you ask me what the occasion
I'd say we're celebrating life
And we should do it more often
Cause we don't get great sunsets like this
For we are always on the move
At times when you're catching a sunset
I'm out there catching a breath
Cause my day is barely over and I can't get home
That's why I'd want to take this moment all in
To enjoy that sweet fragrance
'Cause the streets can be suffocating
And it's hard to go fast in a crowd
At this moment tomorrow is a distant place
Yesterday is a messy place
Today is pacing by
But presently, memories are all I picture
The PO£T
Oooh yeah, finally I get to piss
I've been turned up all night
Trying to shake off this girl
And she couldn't leave me for a sec
If it were up to her she'd have followed me here
Saying I might disappear on her like the others do
She almost took my drink for me
I told her I've got two hands, I can handle it
I'm so uptight,it feels like I'm about to burst
And not exactly what I'd have wanted
It had made me have a long hard-on
And the ladies were blushing, thinking they'd done it
I've been standing long here it just keeps going
It's like the gates were opened
And damn am I relieved
Cause I don't think I could keep this in
Lemmi just flick it one more time
And roll it back in nicely
Cause it's just past midnight
I've got the whole night to rave on
The PO£T
Double-dutch ropes slap the sidewalk -
snap - snap - snap -
braids whip air,
girls jump in, counting
uno, dos, three,
feet flick like drumsticks.
The ice cream truck jingles off-key,
icy lady shakes paper cups,
piragua man shaves ice into snow -
his knife scraping the block awake.
Pastelillos pop in hot oil -
spit, sizzle -
plastic cups clink with rum and cola,
congas crack, maracas shake salt in the air,
horns blare like chisme in heat.
Heels click-clack over concrete -
punctuating each spin,
each swirl of hips.
Whistles split the air -
one from the lifeguard at Jefferson,
two from the men on the corner,
three from abuela
when the coals are hot.
Somebody throws meat on the grill -
ssszzzz -
smoke climbs windows,
neighbors bring foil trays -
yellow rice, ribs, roasted corn -
each dish a downbeat.
Kids yell cannonball,
water smacks back,
lifeguard’s whistle cuts through splash.
Old heads tap dominoes on tabletops -
crack, slap, smack -
hands older than the stoops they sit on.
The block fills itself
the way music fills a drum -
the street hums under bare feet.
Tonight,
the moon will smell like charcoal
and sweet ice.
(“The Longest Journey”, 2020, original encaustic)
All That We Dream
When George Harrison sang,
“Yesterday, today was tomorrow
And tomorrow, today will be yesterday”
He was making a simple observation
On the nature of Life as a flow
We attach our momentary labels of time.
But he could also have said this applies
To all of us simultaneously in the flow
While attaching those labels as if outside,
And that this simple shift in perspective
Is the key to liberation, at least
From the burdens of this Life’s stress and strains.
Each day we do things
And when they are done, tomorrow or the next,
We are not the same person who did them.
The beauty of this is the one planning
Is never the same as the one executing
Nor the one enjoying the result.
So plan away, aim for the stars
Take that step, take the baton
On the endless journey
The endless stream of doing
As time and being flow together
Effortlessly accomplishing all that we dream.
(9/5/25)
Truth is a dagger—painful,
yet healing when it cuts deep.
History does not lie:
the Imperial Japanese Army,
once a beast of discipline and fire,
marched on arrogance,
believing steel could bend the world.
But time betrayed them.
China, unarmed, hungry,
with no advanced weapons,
stood in defiance,
its discipline sharper than any blade.
And when the dust settled,
it was China, scarred yet unbroken,
who rose from the ashes of war.
Now, eighty years hence,
the drums resound again.
Parade of steel,
columns of might—
Putin watches, Kim nods,
and the world is forced to witness:
“The China of yesterday is no more.
The China of today rules the century.”
Is this victory,
or a warning written in banners of red?
The West whispers,
“If you cannot beat them, join them.”
But Japan, silent,
remembers the shadow of its past.
Nations bow not to friendship,
but to power.
And power, once attained,
rules the stage like an emperor.
So I ask—
when the dragon leads the march,
who dares to stand against its fire?
When life goes right
it somehow never fails
that something from the past
tries to return and bite you in the tail.
Try as it may
I stand strong and stay
on the path set before me
and nothing will get in the way.
I've been steadfast on this journey so far.
There is no way I can fall off the radar.
I've lived and loved and grown so much
that even the devil should shudder from my touch.
God got me here
and will get me there,
No matter what is thrown at me,
I will show no fear.
I've played in the dark.
Pain was all I knew.
Now I have been established as something new.
So shiny and warm where God has His arms
that no enemy can come against me.
No weapon will cause me harm.
So the darkness doesn't scare me.
The pain is already known.
I will not be swallowed up again
by the recesses of the dark.
I was made to swim
and I will not drown.
I was never alone.
Now look at how much I have truly gorwn.
Decrotive needle work
sewn ito the fabric
they were highlights to
make the invitations look exspensive
Decrotive foods samples
savoury with drinks
The Celebrants marvoled at the audeince
I heard them mention how
they wished they had asked for a $5 dollar ticket fee.
One of the members of the wedding party sent
out a letter asking the attendants to take up a collection
from the many who had come
the budget was running over
due to last minute exspentures
people filled the ballroom
and extra people were needed for different things.
the day of cordinater earned her money that day.
Keeping the many there entertained during the down sides
and keeping people feed while they waited.
Love was the theme of the day
and many in attendance
respected the theme
and allowed the usage of the laugage
of "Bliss" to over take the littlest doubt
from those who were pesitmestic and mean.
September moon,
celestial skinny-dippers,
sangria soirée, so soused,
starlight swimming,
summertide celebratory,
singing soon sepia snapshots,
streaming in soulful sisterhood
psyches of sorrowful separating friends,
sadly, still scattered,
sweetly soliloquizing of
September of ‘76. ~
Keeto the apple of my eye,
Centre of attraction, smart yet shy,
The little diamond - handsome and naughty,
A new milestone- my baby prince turns 40!
Creeping into mom and my heart,
Always loved and admired though far apart,
Champion in golf, colorful in art,
Keeto! My little star is class apart!!
Full of empathy and very humble,
Smart and stunning, yet so simple,
With soft blue eyes that always sparkle,
With a cute smile he flashes those dimples!
Exemplary and radiant like the sun,
Keeto my precious gem is second to none,
Versatile and talented rolled into one,
Admired, cherished, adored & envied by everyone.
Born from my heart, to my mum he is a son,
Shining bright like the midnight sun ,
He is a superstar, pumpkin photo award he won,
He is extra ordinary , my scottish little one..
Reaching a new milestone, on a new journey he embarks,
Leaving his footprints on different landmarks,
With exuberance he defines benchmarks,
Well aware ,CEO position for him is earmarked
On his Ruby Jubilee today,
Mom and Rima from far away,
From our hearts where he stays,
We shout loud Keeto Happy Birthday!!!
DI SOULS BE FALLING WETTING MAI SPIRIT
di souls be falling wetting mai spirit
fine well well di mercies flow;
tears flowing down mai face;
sensitive di breath i breathe;
rain falls i now embrace;
~
gather, i di sounds for nature;
holy voices sounds for jubilee;
colors souls shine fine well well di rainbow shall shine;
~
Beautiful the mercies flow;
Tears flowing down my face;
Sensitive the breath I breathe;
Rain falls I now embrace;
~
Gather, I the sounds of nature;
Holy voices sounds of Jubilee;
Colors souls shine beautiful the rainbow shall shine;
8/30/2025
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2025©
English and Pidgin English verses
Rushing back with my shout
drinks held aloft skew-whiff.
I was spun all around
like a wild water spout,
caught by brush
flush with haste
shame's a gush
blush disgraced
crowd's hush-hush
I remember! I recall how good– no,
how great it feels to feel so good!
I remember the bright colours
in the rainbows after a storm.
I remember the trees, the rivers, the critters,
the peace of our world.
I remember how to get excited,
to have goals and plans– fantastic dreams!
I remember the love I feel from my friends, family, pets,
loved ones, who I’m lucky to have.
I remember that I can be grateful for all of
the simple things that I am graced with in this life.
I remember to create, to write, and to draw,
to bring about something new.
I remember the stars as they twinkle overhead,
specks of light in the dark of night.
I remember that I can care for myself,
love myself as much as I do for others.
I remember the joy I find in a good book,
in getting dressed up, in delicious food.
I remember flowers and rocks and bees,
all of the tiny things I love to notice.
I finally remember how to live vicariously,
how to enjoy and embody the free spirit inside.
(“Peyote Dreams”, 2018, original encaustic)
The Dreamworld
I admit it
My preference is for the dreamworld
Over the waking one.
And that’s not to dis those
Who are near and dear to me in waking life.
Waking life is great,
It’s just the dream world is better,
More intense, amplified and quite frankly
Filled with more interesting beings.
Why is that?
Well, I’m pretty sure it has nothing to do with me.
I am after all merely a receiver who receives,
And what I receive is the world of dreams,
Vast, inconceivably vast, timely and timeless
Magical, mundane, mine and mineless.
(8/27/25)
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