I left my Father from my space from a place called heaven.
I came down into a womb
Out the womb into a room
And in 1 day, if the Lord says,
If I'd accepted him as my personal Savior
I will return back to belong
Just a traveling soul,
Just visiting this OLE World,
I've been saved safe and imparted.
With the love of God,
His Amazing Agape love
Hallelujah,
I belong to HIM, I am of I AM,
I am the righteousness of God
And in 1 day, if the Lord says,
And if I'd accepted Him as my personal Savior.
I will be returning back to belong,
Just a traveling soul
Just visiting this old world.
Father, Lord, my mighty saving Elohim God,
I will be back in a minute. Second,
if you don't come back here,
first I will be back why I belong.
8/25/26
written words by James Lee Sr. 2026
It doesn’t depend on a choice but rather
You have it innately, or not
Though it can’t be derived from mother or father
Inevitably, with a lot
Of all other merits and habits they can
Subliminally pass to you
Either you belong, or you’re not one of them
Who live as if splat in two
The national mammals like to care about
The superior meanings of their tribe
But what goes around swiftly comes around
In reverse, from another side
When it comes to a whirlwind of echoes
The nationals can’t discern
Their own voice, and from what of ghettos
A heavier smoke returns.
“Dear Kurt
“It’s Patsy calling
this afternoon
I’m looking so forward
to seeing you soon
“The cloud next to mine
is now empty and free
Your wish was to someday
be right next to me
“In heaven everyone
sings like an angel
Harmony waits
our voices enabled
“This spot will stay open
till you call me back
Saint Peter’s inquiring
I’ll keep him on track
“I’ve heard your kind prayers
to the Lord for my soul
And thankful for every
new blessing extolled
(IMAGINE)
“A songstress and poet
in joyous refrain
Forever a duo
— as heaven ordains”
(From Patsy Cline: May, 2026)
Once I had a little Country
Used to keep her on the lead
One fine day she did break free
What a naughty kind of breed
I was calling “Country, Country!”
But she went away too fast
Craving freedom desperately
She went loose alone at last
But came back after a while
Then I saw it’s not my home
Where I live, and she’s not mine
Where on earth do I belong?
You belong to me, she barked
I’m the master, so don’t worry
It was topsy turvey marked
Now its different kind of story
To belong to can’t be equaled
To possession that you own
You’re just one of those I peopled
You’re the servant at my home
Thanks but no thanks, little doggy
Help yourself, I’m not your kind
You can make my life bit foggy
But I live inside my mind.
Existential.
Just like that old car.
Haunted.
I have energy, I have magnets.
Spatter within me.
Jumpy because I have light switches.
Pluddles.
Mercy.
The crisis started with a stranded feeling.
Like I was a pumpkin patch.
Whoosh.
It’s all old cars now.
Existential hope.
Because the car.
Because the withering-
Belongs.
I dreamt last night, about 'Home'
My 'home', not the place I grew up in, not the space I've adapted to...
My own home...
Where I can breathe freely,
No need to rush,
No tense environment,
No tough routine,
A home where I can rest without guilt, without being judged..
A home where no one counts what they provide..
A home where I can wear, eat, sleep according to my whims..
A home where my heart wouldn't break...
A home where I wasn't stressed about what 'they' would say...
A home where I didn't hear anyone say bad things about those who raised me...
A home where no one insults me...
I woke up...
It was a dream...
A weird one...
8 Feb 2026
Venezuela’s vast oil supplies
Sit square in our president’s eyes
For their petrol drums
Trump gives away crumbs
And loves that land as his franchise
Between the noise of becoming and the silence of now,
Every heartbeat asks the same small question: am I enough?
Light gathers in the cracks I tried to hide,
Offering proof that broken things still shine.
Not every journey is forward some lead gently inward,
Guiding me back to the place where I’ve always belonged.
Message to Readers
Hey guys ! This little poem is written as an acrostic if you read the first letters of each line from top to bottom, they spell the title. But more than rules or structure, this piece is really about feeling. It’s about identity, about wondering where you fit, and about slowly realizing that you don’t have to change yourself to belong. Read it like a quiet conversation , the kind you have with yourself when the world gets loud. And if any line feels like it understands you a little, hold onto it. That’s enough.
Unfortunate isn't it
That we only see a roses beauty
Once its been plucked away
Torn from it's roots
Shaven thorns
Simply there for
self preservation
Put up nicely in a bouquet
to look like the rest
But as for me,
I will kiss your thorns
I will leave you at home
You don't belong to me
Long to be where you belong
Where deep roots make one strong
Where we never feel lost or alone
Where the heart finds its home
And lays it head on pillows not made of stone
And where there are solutions for wrongs
We are many, yet one earth we share,
Bound by dreams, by hope, by care.
From distant tongues, our voices rise,
Different songs beneath the skies.
Some speak of freedom, some cry for bread,
Some whisper prayers for their daily bread.
Each voice a river, strong and true,
Flowing together, breaking through.
No wall of hatred, no chain of fear,
Can silence the truth that all must hear:
That every soul has a rightful place,
To live with dignity, to walk with grace.
Peace is not silence, nor quiet air,
It is justice lived, it is love made fair.
It is hands uniting, hearts that defend,
The rights of all, till the very end.
So let the chorus never cease,
Diverse voices singing peace.
In human rights, our truths are found,
A harmony that circles round.
Rome’s underwater goldmine - traversing history best left upset
The notion of performance
Isn't the trait of nature
The notion of performance
Doesn't belong to nature
What differs machine and science
We will find out with no razor
The notion of performance
Isn't the trait of nature
Logic and sense reforming
We do understand the danger
The sharp edge with minimal factors
Encompass does not complexities
Black or the white your judgement
Versus makes truth your unethical
What for do I need your zeroes
What for do I need the ones
Computer and I play Osiris
Repair your imbecile stance
Is their job MY computer
Shall we to cook the cook
Removing associations
Will we be using spook
Bark my friend with tail at cars
They don't care about us
Veterinary cloud choose you
Or adopt the pet
Drink water from the bottle
I will produce the set
Milk fat
This woman is unlike anyone I have ever seen.
She keeps pumping her money into the machine.
Her displayed irascibility is causing quite a scene.
A casino is a place that she should not be.
Lady, just because you are losing, don't take it out on me!
Just get up from the machine, and get yourself free.
Present cannot set advantage
Over past, that seems like gone
Though it’s always on the verge
Of the memories you prone
To belong to, while intending
To break free from shades of time
Partly loosing understanding
Doesn’t look at all sublime
But it goes like Latin dictum
Drive the nature out of door
Then it flies back home to victim
Through the window, like before.
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