Mum’s the word
Mummer’s paradise by way of Philadelphia
High School Marching Bands competing on who is the best
All out contest
Each having musical and entertaining themes
Marching Band Captain strides
Vibe of dazzle and pop
Capturing the audience eyes
Sparkle with a surprise
Mummers only know
They never let go
Reminder in realize
Tempo lifted up a notch
Movement through every coordination
Every theme getting the audience attention
One example of one marching band
“America on Independence Day”
Centennial moment
Suddenly a finale
Confetti as fireworks of Red, White and Blue
America in pursue
Then salute
Don't engage in Negativity
Don't come around here, Don't bring it
Don't carry it, Don't promote negativity
Around here.
Miss me, I for one with that fiasco.
Release it now, Release it now, Release it now.
Can you read the room? Can you detect the
Energy? It's the aura that borders us.
Stop in the name of love. Don't bring it,
Don't carry, Don't deliver no negativity
Around here.
klausie little exposed again.' yet but shrinking
Interest i have to pen.' Maybe some trans-formers
Would like to play? Yet I think? poor old Klausie
Will soon, be in the closet to stay.'
(“The Heart of It #4”, 2007, original oil)
(for Erika)
Yesterday you faced a congregation
That filled a stadium
And a hundred million homes
Shattered yet resurrected
Burned and reborn like a phoenix
And as we watched
Our hearts also broken
And needing to mend
You rose to the occasion
Bright, fierce, like a modern Joan of Arc
Armored and ready for crusade
Willing to show your broken heart
And the turning point of its healing
Through forgiveness
Yet all the time
Looking here and there
For threats and prey
With the eyes of a hawk
Hell bent on caring for its young
Young which in the moment
Included us all.
(9/22/25)
There are days I drag my shadow slow,
heart too heavy, yet I go;
tears become my secret rain,
washing corners full of pain.
I smile though broken cracks appear,
a mask of strength to hide the fear;
but deep inside a fire burns,
a lesson whispered life still turns.
Some nights I cry, my chest is sore,
asking, must I fight once more?
The silence answers with a sting,
yet still my tired hands will cling.
I stumble, curse, and taste the dust,
but rising feels like sacred trust;
each breath declares, though frail, unsure,
this fragile heart will still endure.
I laugh sometimes through bitter skies,
with tears still fresh beneath my eyes;
for even grief can teach us grace,
and carve new light upon the face.
Love reminds me I belong,
that weakness too can still be strong;
and though the weight may bend my knees,
I rise again the choice is me.
So when the world demands I fall,
I stand, I stand, I stand through all;
not flawless, no, but fully human,
aching, breaking, yet still moving.
The road is hard, but I’ll not hide,
for storms will pass, and I’ll survive.
This is my truth, my battle cry:
I live, I love, I fail, I try.
There are days I drag my shadow slow,
heart too heavy, yet I go;
tears become my secret rain,
washing corners full of pain.
I smile though broken cracks appear,
a mask of strength to hide the fear;
but deep inside a fire burns,
a lesson whispered life still turns.
Some nights I cry, my chest is sore,
asking, must I fight once more?
The silence answers with a sting,
yet still my tired hands will cling.
I stumble, curse, and taste the dust,
but rising feels like sacred trust;
each breath declares, though frail, unsure,
this fragile heart will still endure.
I laugh sometimes through bitter skies,
with tears still fresh beneath my eyes;
for even grief can teach us grace,
and carve new light upon the face.
Love reminds me I belong,
that weakness too can still be strong;
and though the weight may bend my knees,
I rise again the choice is me.
So when the world demands I fall,
I stand, I stand, I stand through all;
not flawless, no, but fully human,
aching, breaking, yet still moving.
The road is hard, but I’ll not hide,
for storms will pass, and I’ll survive.
This is my truth, my battle cry:
I live, I love, I fail, I try.
(“Bardo Dreams”, 2017, original mixed media encaustic)
Maybe so in Hollywood, yet
We all dream, not just fags,
And in our dreams we are all equal
Equal in being dreamers
Disembodied spirits on the way
No matter our sex, no matter our race
No matter our age or even species.
Disembodied spirits on the way
Dreaming like lovers do
Lovers of Life.
(9/20/25)
Doctor or Patient
The need is there
Being told by either
Is evident you care
In order to give
The thought
And or to Receive
Is Evident You Have Given
Another is with you
Caring
Sharing
Once was Distant
Never to forget the cause
But to embrace
The Healing Love
You Care
Which then is it?
Are we so ashamed or so proud of our mistakes,
That we call them experiences.
A.R??
Last night i dreamt
Of being around a dead Charlie Kirk
Strategizing with a small group of guys.
I was just there, like at the next table over,
And got the feeling that while it was clear
Charlie was dead, his advisors/friends weren’t.
It was fascinating to hear them talk of his death,
Its impact and the way forward.
The vibe was upbeat
Energetic and inspired
As I imagine it was when he was alive,
At least alive on Earth in the body he had.
I was just a fly on the wall,
But it was cool to see
The show must go on
And on indeed it does.
(9/20/25)
Divine must meet whimsy before magic happens
Leaves are falling down
Pumpkins will be ripening
Fall is coming now
She wore a caramel covering;
Her heart beats as a little one;
A jovial girl, lovingly cared for;
A mother's joy, a father's girl
Be that portion subject to trauma;
Yet still be a Holy Daughter;
A Daughter of a Holy God;
She is formidable:
She is a righteousness of a almighty God:
Selected Carmel Sister;
She wore a caramel covering which is her skin
9/17/25/
written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2025
You will Never again cause me
doubt in believing
Admitting your emotions had
purpose and no meaning
Looking closer I understand
my running
Going forward and No hope
Believing
Amazing people you fake
care and destroy
I pray barriers surround your
false words of friendship
I am Stronger thank you,
Your energy gone
Reward is inner truth and
more confident
All the people of the world today
Recognizes Christmas on !0-1-24.
Spoke the salemens. he made know reference
to Santa Claus. Nino Jesus is
our refuge on him we rely.
The grown people of our world
clean chammies, to
prepare for winter.
We harvest and store to
make it through the seasons.
Christmas restores our faith in one another.
Thast during the harness of the season
we have time to stop and prepare for gift giving
and giving thanks to one another
for being human.Oratorio: Music to include us all
the sounds of Christmas! The full worship of Jesus
expressed through the love of God.Cantata, solo
and chorus, rehested to perfect the sound. Seasonal Carols
and Cultural hymns. Some which change throught
out the ages, to include those who had been excluded
in the worship of Jesus.
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