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A Rainy Train Journey - Happy Father's Day

A sudden rain
cloaked the rail path
Lightning strikes were furious
Thunder storms drum big
Windows drenched in rain
Unable to see the scenes
Uncertain about the future 
As we were trapped inside 

Dreading the journey,
Holding my dad's fingers
I closed my eyes;
Leaning on his arms
Lamenting the harms
Frightened me, cried

To wipe out my tears,
he made me hear
his childhood memories
and funny stories

To obliterate my fear,
he enunciated his, failed cracks
and success tracks

"Beleive in the driver
and relish the journey"
He boldly advised

By sharing his life's journey
He made that messy journey
The memorable one

The stories I heard on that ride
could be correlated with all the current
and future circumstances

The lesson I assimilated 
Is my guiding light 
Even after the halt of the train

The words he uttered
resonated deeply inside
and still resonating
even after his demise 
and will keep on resonating
throughout my life 

Happy Father's day

Recital

When her presence trod the oak-hewn boards,
barefoot on the bees wax, lyrical on the shine,
the cypress calm coughed ruffle of her dress,
soaking slapped applause, her heart raged saturnine.
Thus before the altar of the grand,
when silence fell the expectation soared,
precisely correlated to the bated through,
cut musical astrology with every silver chord.
Carved of the detailed crystal shards of sound,
with fingers dipped in symmetry and fire,
each avalanche crescendo stilling breath,
perfection wrought from ivory and wire.
And as she mourns of marrowbone and men,
coitus with the discipline’s demands,
her metronomic thought has cause to dwell
on what possession haunts her phantom hands.
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On the Mother Moon

On the Mother Moon

Between the lipatospace and terrloid of two techtronic plates, great fountains of terrasawl pour from a captured dormant lake,
Crimsondands of cluster clouds, and seep oily resin amidst, smoking craterlike angulated compact pressing fleeing corralmist.
Giants shift as if anger was a pledge, where anglights spear trogalights in a nightmares purple wedge,
Hematite between two gifted globe’s, motionless she slips, dombing underpasses amide horologic cliffs.
Crippled vanes compressed afar across and gaping cheels of light, scream tearing peaks encounter triapoks silent ghostly nights..
Uneven acropolis’s acrylic tombs conceive, monumental infinity in calculating reprieve.
Formulated gas clouds envelope acrid crystal mists,
Amidst aggregated life forms recriminated, encrotelamented correlated twists...
Electro formations spiral tide, escaping eraptulites risk,
Riding seahoppers that do collide, encapsulating risk.
Ruthless. And Immortal diseased micro iridescences float away, on mirrored purple sky lops corroded into apparel, Where mammoth tuskers flounder and sing alongside the screaming whale...life breathes toxic gasses in a criptalonic lung bored in senapods underbelly slung.. On this moon now encapsulating life,
Grotesque forms of female genital the size of giant hands, like tortured rubber bands, Lay naked here on tectonic plates on volcanic ancient sands.
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The Journey

I have breathed you in it seems a lifetime of times, correlated in seconds becoming rarer.
Each shorter than the last, each with more adoration as i exhale every molecule of trial and error.
My cup artlessly empty at the commencement of our eternal long embrace.
Filling gradually my cup of discovery, tracing the lines of wisdom leaving their trails on my face. 

Fighting my knuckles to the bone, then wishing you would leave as the paint cracks on our master piece.
Dropping to my knees as the hallways loose their luminosity, becoming filled with cries as they echo for your kiss of peace.
Without delay you cup my face & replenish me with hope, love & serenity. A few of the beautiful un-held possessions you grant this fading vessel. 
Perceptions changed, ties undone, silver linings captured by flashes of gratitude,then plunged into the weariness as i tire
showing the threshold in our trestle.

I have waged war upon war on you just to be met each time with another venture.
Relentlessly picking at the wounds attained along our way, whispering promise of astounding adventure.
Ungrateful! I am guilty! So many a times i have put to shame the vastness of your beauty.
Demeaningly i have shunned your guidance & care. Blind to your intention of growth. Forgetting you are loyal to the exemplification of duty.

Vicious to be benevolent. Timelessly this shall be your aspiration.
In your ways and in your time you pulled the wool from my eyes to see the suffering as my inspiration.
With each collision comes a valuable lesson. You taught me to embrace even the darkness a gift in itself through wisdom.
Appreciation, love & patience! You created every situation for me to hold in my hand the key to freedom.

Belated but felt i stand with new discoveries astoundingly compelled to give to you a tribute.
Perceiving your perseverance enduring. Sharing now the secrets i hold! The greatest thing i am able to contribute.
To my ever changing paramour i tip my hat! Owing to you my praise for revealing there can be no beauty without strife!
With refreshed vision radiating from my appreciations for my abecedary. Known by all. L.I.F.E!!!!

Muddled In Mud

Wrangled truths consistently warn
wrinkled ideals persistently withdrawn
blatant bargaining the hopes of the new-born
banned are the muscle and the fighting brawn

Attained and sustained consciousness abide
ardent and absolute realities adorn
slowly creeping down an unforgivable slide
slated by an over souring scorn

Red and black bandanna's revered
riled and vile of a rebel royalty
land of lakes and volcanoes leer
lost in furore of a forgotten loyalty

Partitioned by purity of parity
pride of blood begins to pour
cloaked in the simplicity of clarity
correlated and formulated by the core

Democracy left hanging and dangled
demonstration of a presidential dud
messy, madness forged and mangled, 
mired, muddy and muddled in mud.

(Sandinista realpolitik)

Premium Member Atheist Riddle

What is the difference between an atheist and a panentheist?

Atheists cannot discover any signs of divinity outside ourselves
While the panentheist uncovers what organizes interior landscapes 
and exterior climates.

In Buddhism we have a principle of Emptiness
and a correlated principle of Interdependence.
Atheists stop rather abruptly with the Emptiness platform
while panentheists are bogged down by all us Interdependents,
sorting through co-dependent relationships
but without the therapy bills

Emptiness feels like an unfamiliar but theoretically endarkening relief,
like co-relational belonging 
before association turns into sour longing loneliness.

So maybe a LeftBrain empty atheist
is also a RightBrain interdependent polytheist,
and the two together are a panentheistic Buddhist.

There is no inconsistency here.
just two faces of eternally timeless
human longing to divinely belong,
just as time is lost to sensory review
when it becomes most sacredly replete.

Other than that, one is harder to spell
and takes a whole lot longer to say.


Should Be For Gun Control

Should Be for Gun Control

Subjects were considered to be highly correlated
And they could also be easily coordinated
Not only that both of them were hale and hearty
Were members of a different political party.

Would they straight and narrow try to walk
While being able to talk the very same talk
Being so nice as can be as well as kind
Also always having all of the voters in mind.

We wanted someone who would be our savior 
Not a political plumb who wants your favor
Willing to only think about each other's need
And with no one else have they ever agreed.

After all of the trials, tribulations and tedium
They still could not arrive at a happy medium
And then their faces were found looking pale
When we started to put both parties up for sale.

Not aware of knowing what a moral may be
Was perfectly clear we were starting to see
And according to political poll we all extol
Winning candidates must be for gun control.

James Thomas Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
RiverSea Plantation
Bolivia, NC
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Pesky Phil

Groundhog Day 
What is it they say?
If he sees his shadow, six more weeks of winter 
Should we let something like this become a hinder
After all, this started as a Pennsylvania Dutch superstition 
Who thought of this proposition 
Was this used for farmers to seed their fields and grow crops 
If it was I have to give them props
For such a foolish thing 
To predict the coming of spring
The holiday spread throughout the United States
And into Canada surely the groundhog’s reaction had some meet their untimely fates 
Silly enough, this is not the only superstition of an animal predicting spring 
This surely isn’t a thing 
German speaking areas believed a badger could predict the weather 
All of these superstitions came from someone clever 
Supposedly, these are extensions of a Christian festival called Candlemas
Someone most have been smoking the grass
After all, studies have proven them all not correlated 
Still, some cannot help being elated 
It’s still unbelievable that studies were actually done 
They might as well conduct studies on black cats or another one 
Other animals like the bear, marmot, and fox were also used
But don’t worry none were abused 
It appears these lores all come from Europe 
I wonder if they drank too much of their special syrup
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Cherry Blossom

Oh, look, the cherry blossoms bloom
The time anew has come
The flowers shine all around me
A sign of hope and peace

I have drowned in the waters of the night
It seemed like the sun had stopped giving off light
How many times have I imagined you, with me
Standing under the cherry blossom trees?

And now,
You're gone,
Away from me,
And I,
Will forget you,
You're but a memory

I saw the flowers bloom,
One by one they took the room
Oh, Cherry-colored trees,
I don't want you to forget me,
But it's the time I let you be

Now, Watch the flowers bloom
One by one
So enchanted
I forgot the memories
I've had with you

Now I'm done
With all your lies
The cherry blossoms
What a delight

I sat under the night sky
Watching the stars,
Watching them sparkle in the darkness
Of the moonlight

Maybe what I felt with you was but a spark
The actions that could have never
Correlated with your talk

I've watched the river
Glitter in the moonlight
Carrying my tears
To the emptiness
Of the deep soil,
To feed
The cherry blossom trees.

I'm sad, but I'm free
Watching you with her
It feels like something out of TV

The tears I cried over you,
At least they fed my tree, but,
I'm still crying over our melody

Cherry Blossom,
My hope and its redemption

I'm not over you,
But I know,
When I do,
You will watch the brightest flower bloom

It will take time,
One by one,
But once it's done,
You will see a person anew

You'll ask who they are,
And people will tell you,
She's the brightest cherry blossom
Who forgot you

Coming

Looked to see, and correlated datats, and 
When the uk women of the higher education status, sed
Highest rates of alcohol consumption in the world
And then the Oman, womens page said they are also 
High in educational achievements

My still working liver, cringed


You, government sadistic, who suggest increasing taxes by increasing prices
Oh. Jah, great idea.
Can’t you see, or don’t you care, or are you as punched in the scrotum as me
That sees the bliss the world is, and the mess of all those years of poor-me

N’ theres Zambia, with connected links to web pages, months or years out of date
And a third of national income, still owing in interest only payments, that never 
end
And theres uk, with its 5th richest world country status, and 1, 000000000000, 
quids of personal individual debt…. Owed to the systems.

If I gave up, and tried to drink myself to death. Would it help.

When we sed, I love you, with a punch in the privates, and a lisping kiss of deadly
Flowers,
What psychological warfare were we perpetrating

You proved you think 
You proved you think I shud eat chocolate, good for my iron intake, bad for my 
gums

Andd the lonely hearts column, that mooves itself to sleep each night, that the 
acrosstic pipers 
Let it dance

Drys, like a broken fist fuuned punt


Oh. Sorry darling…. Was it you I was to attend to

And daarling… shorely… you find my broken dreams arousing
Shurelly, you grin in private joy, at the effect of your masterful
Manna
And when you finally realise that dominate the earth
Means look after it

And divided means respect individual unique perspective

And mourning means, new day

Will the skin you whip with your master bait eronary, credentials
Suffice,… with its small pinprinkles and the tongue of the dreaded spite

Woven into the blanket, that next you nurture, to k ill the weak members of this 
world
So you can prove you love.

All breathing is action.
All action is a cross stick
All sticks are carrots

o. please. Master. Please proove.
There is choice.
Hope.
u.
Have.
Gone.
Dry.
Hone
i.

Premium Member Trauma History

Could chronic stress,
like sleep deprivation,
noise and light and air pollution
also derive
by avoiding barely still alive
high-risk trauma messes?

Sometimes sadly beginning
prior to economic and political puberty

Including multi-generational suppression
misogynistic sex tensions
and monotheistic depression
and homophobic repression,
hateful Othering paranoid impressions,
chronic monocultural climate despair,
uncivil disinvested oppressions

Endarkened
by a popular FirstWorld
anthro-privileged
secularizing, dividing, dissociating
evolutionary theory
of mutual assured predation
damnation
degenerating ecosystemic deflation,
ecocidal extinction
of once sacred synergetic EarthLove
elation

Or at least
co-empowering messianic missions 
for restoring EarthJustice
mental ego-health is physical eco-wealth 
co-relations.

So, go on
all RightWing
WrongHeaded;
service yourself!

But
I doubt you will find 
your God's RightHand solipsism
resiliently satisfying
much less sacredly edifying.

Uncovering ecofeminists
and recovering peace mediators
are done being your ***** punishing bag!
Your indigenous justice
community resonance hag!

Did I hear that out loud?

Oh, any polypathic way,
Does chronic lifetime-anxiety disorder,
win/lose competitive stress,
contribute to multi-generational high-risk trauma histories?

Sometimes beginning long before adult maturing transition
from Either/Or fundamentalist childlike conditions
not Both/And exploring inside/outside
neuro-sensory double-boundaries
in-between healthy, mature win/win resonance
and lose/lose despairing dissonance,
positively and negatively
therapeutically and traumatically
correlated

In older adults
sometimes producing increased market risks
and opportunities of dementia,
with unfortunate paranoid demise

Rather than fortunate co-invested
peaceful
pleasured 
mindbody post-traumatic surprise
of warm unconditional outcomes
in win/win Paradise.

Premium Member Duncan Hines

Duncan Hines

Long before homemade peach clobber
Just after apple pie and before fruit bowl in melon rind
Restaurateur  Duncan Hines 
Birth in 1880
His dad a confederate soldier
Mother died when he was 4
In his late teens attendance Bowling Green College
Later became a traveling salesman
For a Chicago salesman
Just doin fine
Duncan Hines
later, correlated compiled list turn to book
about locally neighboring restaurants around the country
a book called Adventures in good Eating
Hines wrote and cook mission completed
Ahh! more somethings to eat
Next was Duncan bread
With Durkee bakery proprietors
Later sold to Nebraska Consolidated
ConAgra, Omaha Nebraska
From bread to developing cake mixes
In the early sixties purchased by Proctor and Gamble
Mmm!!  boy taste great
Let them eat cake
For a Chicago salesman
Just doin fine
Duncan Hines
At the time
Duncan Hines



12/06/17by James Edward Lee Sr.

Deficit Dump At a Zero Incline

Pictorial evidence of a moon beam dancing dangerously across a road with a stripped sun is only to be depicted by a jury who knows the sanity of true speech. Whereas a gutless cuttlefish could curd if left in the heat. For over three millenia a greedy goblin has baked human cakes but used land ovens. Land ovens are often incredibly hard to clean really. So grab a sponge early. Before it escapes on that plate. How odd the oddities correlated in an oval office original order of occupation. And a fathomable bag of whiskey and chips are best served in a large bath that dangles from a ceiling akin to a giant swing. Wee wee wee goes the small beetle. Giggling grabbing garters gathering goo. And a paste of pie. Never let it be said that an ornate dish can give orders to a kilo bag of organic potatoes. Ok then. Good. Eighty six miles with a whisk. Must be such a hurtling errand really. Wow. Fantastic isn't it. O overplayed lava of volcanic news in a lava launch. Hahaha tidal travelling trains..hahaha sitting shoes shaping sacks. Xxxxx cosmography z. With the p u q at the Z moment.

Synchronized In Chords Fgh

Pictorial evidence of a moon beam dancing dangerously across a road with a stripped sun is only to be depicted by a jury who knows the sanity of true speech. Whereas a gutless cuttlefish could curd if left in the heat. For over three millenia a greedy goblin has baked human cakes but used land ovens. Land ovens are often incredibly hard to clean really. So grab a sponge early. Before it escapes on that plate. How odd the oddities correlated in an oval office original order of occupation. And a fathomable bag of whiskey and chips are best served in a large bath that dangles from a ceiling akin to a giant swing. Wee wee wee goes the small beetle. Giggling grabbing garters gathering goo. And a paste of pie. Never let it be said that an ornate dish can give orders to a kilo bag of organic potatoes. Ok then. Good. Eighty six miles with a whisk. Must be such a hurtling errand really. Wow. Fantastic isn't it. O overplayed lava of volcanic news in a lava launch. Hahaha tidal travelling trains..hahaha sitting shoes shaping sacks. Xxxxx cosmography z. With the p u q at the Z moment.

Illegal and Not Bona Fide

Illegal and Not Bona Fide

If answers are illegal and not bona fide
An MMPI scale said that you have lied
Or to commit suicide may or do desire
And indicates why you want to expire.

Abnormalities Trump has a long list
Determined by a known psychiatrist
And have also heard some people said
That he may want his mind to be read.

If Trump was up against wall or fence
Out of problems not make much sense
While world was having another disaster
His abnormal behavior might be his master.

Why take a chance and experience go for
Hillary has it along with education galore
We know she is brilliant and intelligent
Gave Miller Analogy Test with her consent.
 
She is normal battery of tests did determine
And not insane like Hitler who was a German
Results were in that for we all had waited
Being brain and success was highly correlated.

James Serious Mysterious Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
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