Climb the tree
Friend of many yours
Time passes like I know, you free
Freedom is mine to share, the news of clarity of the world
Press for togetherness
When a time has come for us, like a promise to save living
Done, for us by the rise of integrity we seek, to imagine a bless
Today is the freshness of the sky, an air to claim the dream of giving...
I earned a fruit, for you to see
Long looks of worldly fate to compare
Avidity with cope, are we hope to tread the let of me?
Follow me to heaven, a strength of all and any is ours to share...
Completely unrelated, a note from me and godly people
When the wind decides a friend is stealing fruit, its time to look and consider
The tow of truth comes for the better of examples, not the lie of a wish realizing
The act of an enemy is to let peace believe what it want's, even when peace comes from a liar?
the snow
undissolved
amid my heart
wanders eternal
as does my avidity
its difficult to accept
“to move on to forget”
six feet yet unreachable
how will this feeling melt
my everything lost tomorrow
‘we’ wander, separate, absent
as I hang by the blistering icicle
I want to accept but never forget
will a 'farewell' do me as to liberty
my tears frozen yet sentiments warm
let our memories perpetual we coexist
as you’l love in summer and I will in winter
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Coyote has a rabbit pounding in its heart.
It’s brain is cowed by a teasing infatuation
one that snatches meat from its open mouth
even as its belly swells with a sly avidity.
The rabbit within
stamps its paws, coyote skips,
frolics in a dance of hunger.
Soon a plump chicken will offer
to be its dance partner.
Chained dogs bark but coyote is away
masked now by a clouded moon.
Coyote crunches the thin bones in its blood-wet jaws
as if they were its very own.
Preferably, today will be a day of the reassess.
We, as a whole, work to clear the street of progress.
To protect our quiet from disdain and slandering,
The ailment appears as a refusal to swing.
I'm trusting that there would be a propensity.
However long we stick to the appropriate strategy.
It is the thrill of faith and the feeling of adhering
Family is something that makes one's heart sing.
May today be loaded up with a lot of approval.
Sharing of realities and insight will be feasible.
We are delighted with the spawn of our avidity.
Seeing family stashes joy and warmth internally.
I pray that God bestows you peace today.
And not let our spurious deeds lead us astray
May we, as a civilization, be blessed beings.
Run and start soaring as if on Eagle's wings.
Written: November 26, 2021
When I opine back, I recall a forlorn mood.
An honest child, loaded with hopes and wound,
The flame of a grown-up has washed away.
Most people voiced their craving for disarray.
I've never heard of them asking for a reward.
Aiming for a judicial affair or an inner accord.
They would coercively sustain if I didn't work.
They said I was fortunate to produce a spark.
Helpless souls have failed to focus on avidity.
Look at your thoughts and draw the inadequacy.
Set forth an endeavor not to yield to cynicism!
Strain not to accept less than your sybaritism!
Don't become distracted by your aim.
Refuse to be dragged down by claim.
Written: October 19, 2021
Seductions of Sin
With the lusts of the world:
do I thee; threaten more?
Is this what the world has to offer;
since its originated defiance?
That set the scene for this world;
to attest and set afire,
for the rest of 'sin' to complete with such desire!
The call is strong in sin here:
am I too weak;
to resist such pleasurable temptations!?
Is it that, vainglory, do set in from the laws of God,
do I shame myself for the dishonor to self-control?
That 'sin' of the lusts now turns to otherworldly desires;
that the dark spirit brought to surmount humanity!?
Voracity, of man for the embellishing of the world,
is it glamorized in thy eye?
Being envious of what others do have;
only does it dispassionate me too?
And does, avidity, bring on our destruction;
from the wraths and vainglories of man?
I have a chance to survive when darkness has swallowed up;
the virtues that have been set out in front of humanity?
To battle, the end, when that day does it come;
is to bring great sorrows upon the world?
In the middle of the desert,
The land dominated by little water and few plants;
The land ruled by proficiency and inadequacy.
Does not disincentives me, but incentives me,
To be more driven to my dreams till they come to pass -
And my avidity for success and deluxe life,
Brings a smile to my face, because in the end I will enjoy desserts.
During the journey of destitute,
The journey where everything is in dearth;
Does not deterrent me, but motivates me,
To be single-minded and passionate to my dreams.
And to develop my keenness for outstanding success,
That will make scarcity the story of the past -
And makes me to live in glorious for the rest of my life.
Similar keenness
Her fervor warmth passion
enthusiasm
His zeal zest gusto
zealousness
What bliss
A kiss of liveliness
Vivacity of vivaciousness
dynamism vehemence of fire
So dire excitement
exuberance ebullience
avidity
Their fervor warmth passion
enthusiasm
Their zeal zest gusto
zealousness
What bliss
devoutness
enthusiasm
gitty bliss
earnestness
oomph
zing
zip-zap
A kiss of liveliness
Vivacity of vivaciousness
fervor warmth passion quite
enthusiasm
7/11/20
written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2020 ©
When I goggle at the screen
Of wild black yonder,
O Stars! I feel a blazing avidity
In my vital limbs
Elan eyes of the angels,
Invested in with thousand finesses,
Show your cloudless sparkle to
the ignorant world
The magnetic star adjacent the Moon
to guide the sailor way out,
My heart responds to
thy flickering with life,
You ignites my bituminous soul,
With an immortal spark
In the swaying middle of a dangerous voyage
To climes of far sunnier look and ripening age,
I often fight the doubts of a death-daring wreck;
Questioning the exact wisdom of my lonely trek.
Not that I midway could my courses amend,
Nor make room for ruings and ebbing hopes;
Or dreading harsher shores first wishes trim,
To cry in sync with sad martyrs' effete tropes.
Verily there’s a shadow where clear roads stood,
And tripping blocks where defter legs easily trod;
There slashing ogres their charging scrolls shout,
To put to rout the wearied walker's untiring mode.
Yes dispiriting detriment picked routes obscures,
With every unthinkable wall and slowing mounds;
Forcing fatigued legs into impromptuous detours,
Which bite with blighting pain and chilling sounds.
The labouring voyager shall move on in truth,
To the dream-born Idylls of his unshorn youth.
I am the reminiscence of you, since you were once me –
stirred among the strings of sense.
I am the reminiscence of everything you love,
since the vivacity of things you praise most.
I remind you of dark of the sky enlivened by stars, blue,
Or grey miasmas scurrying towards the horizon.
Or I remind you of undaunted tide of time clenching fist against you,
Or perhaps, I remind you of the marionettes of dead
Danced by twisted delusions.
Perhaps I am horror to you, or joy
Of trivial surprises which you long for with avidity,
But cannot quench your insatiable thirst.
Perhaps I am your reminiscence, really,
Of stardust slowly fading somewhere in your past sojourns.
Yet I could have been me apart from your reminiscence,
Instead of an endless strive of hauling eyes above the sea of us,
As I know, the corpse of poets’ floats for a show
While the living ones are dragged down to be trampled.
Free will has become like greedy hunger,
each choice bestows selfish avidity.
Teaching benevolence when they're younger
may make life devoid of voracity.
Let’s lead a path to a will that redeems
all the kindness existence can provide.
For life is never as bad as it seems,
there are always good people by your side.
I shall educate those who need guidance.
Be a beacon of compassionate grace.
Let’s hope the world can offer reliance,
making God’s splendid earth a peaceful place.
Please take my hand and show faith in the Lord-
so that we all may live in true accord.
December 10, 2018
I make a mockery of the chasm
I exult in my sarcastic enthusiasm
The space between us causes
A sweet reunion amidst the pauses
I feel a vicarious, carnal avidity
Awakening within me a certain lucidity,
An impetus to slake my yearning
To adorn my heart with your returning
Though I know that after I ignite
I will thus extinguish my appetite
I seek such concupiscent opulence
For this room's two occupants
Though I know this oasis is transitory
It's still such a silken and sumptuous story
Springtide has come with great ease,
as all the frigid temperatures cease,
and mother nature’s devoid of freeze.
I see the lavender fields in the breeze,
and fall down onto my grateful knees.
There’s such beauty in the willow trees,
and marvel in the blooming of lilies.
I see the magnificence that no one sees,
as I plant and pick my fresh green veggies,
and make homemade jam from raspberries.
The roses bring nectar for the honey bees,
tending to my garden I have great abilities,
as I show a knack for nature in expertise,
and shine with excellent and fine capabilities.
I start to grill with avidity and gain calories!
The leaves bloom on my maple of Japanese,
playing in the sandbox, Ella’s cheeks I squeeze,
and I sneeze from all my hay fever allergies.
May this season of Spring stay to appease,
so with my loving family I can make memories.
March 9, 2018
She moves so abstract when she smells my blood
Dancing so effort-less and free with euphoria
The cerulean sky casts overhead
Time is flowing as we give to the casting melodies
I can feel her coming near with the feeling of murderous embrace
The feeling of her gentle touch is so demanding
Listen closely you can hear her purring
But she can hear your heart beat rustling
Her sweet caress is forever shinning, hypnotizing me
Through her eyes I sense curiosity, eternity divine
As you kiss your idol the emotions feel bridal
Beneath the black veils that are pleasing lies hormonal fantasies
It’s ripping the heart of us
The lust trickles slowly, flowing like a peaceful river
It must be astral romance
The hours are devoured by passionate beauty with me, within her
Are time of grace, seduction of a dearest land
Blinded by an admirer’s tale of avidity
I’m in hold of her aphrodisiac
This scenery is Are’s to hold
Something so holding will not lose its devotion
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