Stanza 1
Lost in a loop again,
Where assurances polished,
But actions stay missing.
Stanza 2
Lost in a loop again,
Hearing lips craft carefully
Sentences,
That collapse once the room
ejects.
Stanza 3
Lost in a loop again,
Where apologies come
Pre-packaged,
But accountability never
Conveys.
Stanza 4
Lost in a loop again,
Listening to voices rehearse
Integrity,
Like a script they never intend to perform.
Stanza 5
Lost in a loop again,
Caught between what they
Say
And what they refuse to do.
Stanza 6
Lost in a loop again,
And the echo becomes a
Warning,
That lip service is just
Another silence.
Awaken me to your amorous assurances
Bind me to your sweet, sensuous soul
Connect me to your comforting care
Dance with me in dreamland's distant skies
Embroider me in harlequin patterns
Forge me into a freeing form
Gild me with that golden stardust
Hold me close to your heart, darling
Invite me into your inmost inbox
Join me in affection's joyous journey
~ "Kiss me when the sun sleeps..."
Love me till forever lasts
Make me your miracle moonbeam
Nestle me in your nurturing arms
Overwhelm me with outstanding devotion
Please me with pure tenderness
Quiet me when trouble trotting comes
Ravish me with rambunctious passion
Savour me slowly in silken shadows
Touch me with your roving, romantic hands
Unwrap me with "your fingers around my soul"
Veil me in velvety embrace
Weave me into your heart's tapestry
X-out my fears, tears and smears
Yoke our hearts into one essence
Zoom me into Zephyr's whispered promises
The Adventurer
The Adventurer
No, I tell you, Elon Musk, I will not
Go to Mars, it is dry, and has pink nights
and wind-blown days
Settlers will live in caves without
dogs and cats to make life on Mars
livable without caresses
No, Musk, I refuse to go unless your
assurances the cave living will be
temporary and live will last forever
I have found a planet that is lefty
Where right is left and left is right
with a teddy bear for every child
Shattered glass and broken promises,
reflections of how plans once made
can suddenly become just memories...
Crystal clear and shining hopes
that sparkle in the mind's array
of hopeful dreams and quiet fantasies.
Thoughts of wine sipped by the fire,
the tenderness of spoken words,
the sweet seduction of an eager soul.
Quiet moments, conversations,
assurances that love would last
but wine soon warms and passion can grow cold.
Sullen thoughts, a broken heart,
the sound of silence in the air,
lingering echoes of a closing door.
An overwhelming silence
that is only interrupted
by the shattering of a wine glass on the floor.
The worst day is never quite as bad
The best day always better
The valleys never near as deep
The mountains even higher
Its not optimistic fervor
Or romanticized observation
Its simply the effect you have on me
Every time you trust me more
Yes it's true you're beautiful
And sinfully sweet as well
But none of that holds a candle
To the way you lean on me without fail
I promised never to run away
But that seemed a slight cheat
If I'm honest
Because while you may think it's noble
Its the easiest thing I've ever done
So you may worry that I'll run away
Anxious you'll over share
But the only thing that worries me
Is that you won't when you know I'm there
I don't help because I have to
Not even to fill a want
But the reason that I do it
Is I can't imagine my life without
RADIANT BLISS SWEET KISS-
Every drop of rain
Reminds me of your heartbeats
Every beautiful petaled flower
and fragrance from it
Alluring I'm yearning for your scent
Those the beautiful cascading colors that Elohim shows I long for
My eyes to hold to embrace
I can't wait to place my face against your face
These are the hearts desires Assurances these are the beauty of our love
For our love everso special
And our Father is The Giver of Life and Love
And may we taste it together dear love
For I long in this
Radiant bliss
Awaiting your sweet kiss
6/3/25
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.2025
Can you hope
to guarantee
the truth
of conclusion
The paradox
of confirmation
the duality
of illusion
Can you swear
on ten bibles
only lying
on nine
With assurances
granted
before losing
— your mind
(Dreamsleep: May, 2025)
Winter nights.
Soft lights.
The fog floating around reminiscing of the ghosts of your past.
Two souls, bared in silence.
Whispers of doubt and assurances of love,
Touching your skin with cold hands feels like sin.
But the pools of brown look like altars.
Where I worship you and continue to sin for my mortal body.
An excerpt from my new short story:
After Adolf received Alois' final inheritance in 1913, he moved to Munich, Germany. During his Vienna years living in squalor, Adolf was keenly interested in the makeup of Vienna's multicultural society. Those living in the upper class were a mixture of cultures. Mostly made up of Jews. However, at that time, negativity stemmed from all the races. During his last years in Vienna, now as a young adult, the dark lord remained diligent. Adolf had a circle of friends who were Anti- Semitics.
National Socialist German Workers Party, better known as the Nazi Party. The dark lord's student has advanced himself towards a teacher's status. He is still on the ropes but is ripening from green. He has exceptionally distinguished himself as a notoriety. His prospectus holds assurances. Hope builds a future as evil takes the lead and lays down the foundation.
Little hands, whispering gently,
Embracing the hearts,
Who love so intently –
Little ears, listen to the song,
Spreading melodies,
Never expecting any wrong.
Little eyes, considering the heart,
Breathless as the spring,
Full of grace, they’ll impart.
Little smiles, glimpses of rapture,
Stirring the light within,
Reflections of hope they’ll capture.
Little treasures, blessings of love,
Falling on the spirit, wonders
Assurances that come from above.
Little lives, breathlessly moving,
Hearts to believe, to see,
Beyond the night, where love is the key.
Little souls, only God knows…
They bring life so much reason,
More than words can expose.
Little ones, from God’s own hand,
Filled with light, adoration,
They are the poetry that I understand!
upon this precipice of change
where all must succumb
hues of brown to orange to yellow
where limbs become bare
shadows dance in skeletons
once bodies in fullness stood
the air no longer needs temperament cooling
a cold wind dances in, destiny unafraid
and only the most hardy of those with wings
sing in the early morning stillness
feast at feeders, grow fewer in numbers
it is in this moment of seasonal beauty
my heart aches for a time
when all this landscape holds
is a war that rages among the transition
from ice to mud
i wait within most deepest
the breath of the robin's song
dancing joyously upon the lawn
when at last the inner eye
sees the blooms waiting in the sunrise
it is here my faith is deepest
where all the promises are kept
so i sit on this bench as time
calls the next season in
when change permeates all i see
the inner eye knows
all assurances are waiting
when life takes me past time
in my own war of mud-to-ice
i will be forever free
where blooms greet the sunrise
where the green sea turns a deeper blue
the morrow of no more sorrow glistens
Oregon 9/23
Let me create a solace-filled symphony for my broken heart'
Among the humming waves and starlit heavens.
Love's affection once brought me happiness,
But as time passes,
Its strands cling to me like thorns and pierce my soul.
Let's create a cocoon of pleasant disappearance where pain's hold will wane.
Let the pain of love be softly put to sleep,
By whispered assurances of tomorrow's better suns,
And may the symphony of restoration wash over like a comforting rain,
Leaving only the delicate flowers of fresh beginnings.
Someone once said
“The only assurances in life is death and taxes!”
I’ll let you read the fine print, I’ll send the faxes
All there is; is death and taxes!
Watch me grind my sliver axes
Watch the blade gleam in the slow moonlight
I like the way it sparkles in your hooded eyes
You have paid your dews, your pound of flesh for glory,
Fury for the masses…
You have been taxed & now all you have is me
Here too reap my rewards
As your vain opens, crimson flows like wine at the Eucharist
Unholy is my communion, your blood is my life!
As I watch your eyes go relax
All you have now is me at last
What a trip, as I wander to the holly-caust
The people I meet, the things they say, and do! Oh, My!
What a wonderful thing his Creation is…
This life you mortals live
As I have mentioned before
I’m the one assurance that some say is inevitable
As death and taxes, and your taxes have been paid.
In my foamy bubble there 's ample room for
free-floating and even, once in a while, submerging for a while
beneath the surface, where the wild things are and disturb
tranquility.
And when I free-float my head spins in only one direction, peace. It's quite
comfortable inside my bubble, and nothing can burst it, not even the bullets and bombs and, certainly, not the usual drumbeat of words, such as get a hold on your life and or stop deluding yourself. I've put a tape on my ears and, thankfully, am deaf to disheartening needles aiming to burst my bubble.
In your inner paradise find a priest to wed you to yourself and wish you eternal happiness. Barely I survive my own demons sometimes, and today there's no sign of them. Surprise, we 're off to a long vacation and you can come along, as long as you don't bump into my bubble and drag me to the real world, okay?
I have received many assurances and can rest now knowing my bubble is for the foreseeable future fully intact.
No need to worry about the day after, it will hit you unaware.
If I show you love in actions
Give of you those things you need
If in showing love in action wanting nothing in return
In deed
NO payment in kind
No physical demands
Just honest, agape love
Just honesty
No repercussions
Just honest assurances
To God be the glory
Always
12/3/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2022©
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