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on the window sill
sits a blown, delicate leaf
message delivered
Heidi Sands
3/19/21
Flavor, he tasted flavor
sorely, she savored
his calling flavored savored and delivered
heartbeats unified
eyes collide
eyes collide
Embracing strides as they walk side by side
In lovingly
such as married, embracing hearts, souls impart(ing)
Father God has joined them up
Purposed for his glorious, righteousness
Savored, she embraced his heart so
Savored, surely she's in favored of his
Covering God has instilled in him, in them
A worship a covering a light that shines beyond, beyond
eyes collide, embracing strides
As they walk side by side in lovingly
Souls so married as purposed and God allows
Embracing hearts, souls impart
Father God has joined them up
Purposed for His Glorious, righteousness we are bound
we are found
they are found
Flavored savored and delivered
3/31/25
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.2025©
Rational thinking,
Wise to choose.
It's a little bit harder,
Nothing more for me to lose.
-Broken dreams.
-Broken hearts.
-Broken wings.
-My broken parts.
Rational thinking,
Wise to choose.
It's a little bit harder now,
Nothing more for me to lose.
I'm struggling harder,
To stay alive.
I'm struggling harder now,
To say goodbye.
Rational thinking,
Wise to choose.
It's a little bit harder now,
Nothing more for me to lose.
-Please come, fix me.
-Please, fix me now.
Rational thinking,
Wise to choose.
I'm struggling harder now,
Nothing more for me to lose.
A perfect cup of coffee
launches the perfect day,
but coffee must be ground to bits
completely
smithereened and thoroughly crushed
no trace of completeness,
to release the aroma
that permeates my senses
my maligned sensibilities
distorting both.
I am grateful for these distortions
distractions
As an old perception attached to them
brings hope, that perfection might bring tranquility
or that perfection brings peace
space
lebensraum
Aroma's that can dull
the internal microscope len
that i'm under this morning
and every morning
my sick friend and perpetual free will
gets granted clemency today
a slight reprieve,
momentarly granted insight
on how to let go,
get sloppy
live a life worth living
I don't think about you in everything I do like I used to.
But a part of me still holds on one year later.
With memory of glassy eyes on top of the parking garage
I laid down in your lap, looking up and feeling the seatbelt dig into my back.
I didn't care, because your hands were holding me and tears were melting down from your face meeting my messy hair.
I felt it though.
Digging further in.
Bruising pressure.
Imprinting in my skin.
I ignored it as you asked me to stay.
I ignored it as you told me things would change.
I ignored it as you said you had never felt this way.
I was ready in myself.
I could've jumped that night and been at peace,
And you were almost going to let me.
But then you begged and pulled and pleaded, not wanting me to go.
How selfish of you
Acting as if you loved me
Pretending and putting on this show
I came back for you again
History repeats itself, haven't you heard?
...I should have jumped that night.
You were poison and
By now
By now I should have learned
One month went by
And we ended up at that same very spot
Overlooking city lights
You held my hand all the way to the edge
My toes curled, gripping onto what balance I had left
Now you say you're sorry
But you told me I was safe
Lies lap around your lips
You're the one who pushed me to this grave.
You try to apologize
Swearing you're going to make things right
But you can't take back the water That fell like glaciers from my eyes
You can't take back the whispers
All those talks late at night
...You can't take back those words That slithered from your tongue
That tempted and persuaded
Braided the rope from which I hung
And you cannot take back those letters
Because I set them all on fire
I watched them go up in flames
But darling, the words you wrote,
They're still burning in my brain
When I hear your name in passing
At first my chest tightens up
My face looks flushed
And my palms get sweaty
My stomach is in a knot
And my heart gets heavy
I don't know when I'll finally be able to go a day
Without you crossing my mind
I spend my life in the fires that burn but do not consume
And even though you sent me through hell
I hope you're getting through this better than I am...
I hope you're doing well.
Deliver me from evil, for the unknown shadows in my presence. A deep, intense burning inside commences. Fueled by hatred and carrying around a burden, my intentions turn to such a self-loathing deep within. Becoming paranoid, my own worst enemy has come alive. Like a 747 jet, all I knew was getting higher and higher. Arrested, yet the test just began. A venomous temptation seems to be hiding around each corner. You can try and hide all you want, but the death cards start rolling once the dead presidents fan out from your hand. Your body starts to become numb, and the brain is full of smoke. It is a part of the addiction, like greed is to Nixon. You wonder why just say no seems like fiction. A thought pops in, and you wonder if taking all of this cruelty in will eventually turn against your soul.
Maybe it is time to give up, and throw up the white banner. Apologies are no longer accepted in the home grown treachery that started. Does anyone care? This runs through the mind day and night. As the fight continues, survival and health become the real issues. Bought, sold, lost, and thrown away. My religion also was lost in such a malicious manner. The fork in the road appears, and back comes all my worst fears. My hopes and dreams started to come back. I let people in, and started to believe that fate would stand in the way of going back to a drug filled day.
Awareness about behavior,
present since mine days of yore
an unswerving allie analogous
to peacekeeper ending civil war
belated insight suddenly realized
(better late than never) doth underscore
incumbent proactive communication stance
belatedly bestowed omnipotent awareness
crucial fostering ingredient to shore
maternal bond above
bejesus ear splitting roar
I admit regret (to self), there
dost belie suppressed yen to pour
out sorrows 'twixt this sole him son,
and long deceased mother, he
deprived her his love and outwore
the Scottish tartan Harris tweed
welcome (haz) mat, which pained
materialized soon after her death, nor
can compensation be made,
now ex post facto,
when futility of spilt tears got more
gauged and swept away, when
nary a trace I privately cried
amidst lachrymose lakeshore.
20/20 hindsight brought me unflagging mast
into stark painful focus,
essentially how mine
formative behavior wrought avast
dystopian emotional fractured mindscape,
which non positive coping methods
lit fuse kindling devastating catastrophic blast
from yesteryear to present silent woebegone
desolate gloomy terrain past
grandeur eclipsed by present gloom
finds yours truly stranded like cast
away bleached flotsam upon coast
amidst tempestuous rocky shoals
clinging for dear life with grasp fast,
Where tenuous, precarious,
and ludicrous ship
of state can no longer maintain
even a marginal grip
but with slight equip
age willing, wedding,
and wanting brings relief from whip
lashed incurred (within body) showing rip
pulled scarred taut welts testimony, sans
long electrified with aggravation,
excruciation, and intoleration can easily flip
a figurative switch in summary
ushering final lip
service to charade,
facade, and masquerade
at lightspeed didst clip
this...Potemkin Village,
where everything "FAKE,"
asper envisioning flickr
ring mirage recounting ancient Egypt!
signed ...
one man's horror
another man's justice
what was in the box mattered not
its representation was enough
an end ... a beginning ...
it was sufficient to know it existed
to know it bled
warm, trusted, beloved, bound -
by time and vengeance and a pink ribbon
bound, indeed ... for oblivion
as was the recipient of
the rather unique (and deafening) 9mm reply
a squeeze for a squeeze, thusly
righteous and red ...
and unholy.
(This is a fictional poem)
I'm suing the doctor who delivered me in 1971.
He'll have to file for bankruptsy when I'm done.
I'm suing him because he spanked me.
When I take all of his money, he won't thank me.
I don't remember but that spanking probably hurt.
He had his hand on my butt so he must be a pervert.
the doctor is very unhappy because he's being sued.
My mom says I'm a moron who has no gratitude.
Everybody I talk to calls me a dummy.
I may be stupid but at least I'll have money.
In the quagmires of the hell’s I’ve come across here on this plant;
Small pieces of my being were left behind that now need finding.
And as try to bring it back I can remember some possibilities where;
Harsh reactions were made over a lover with another man.
But what is this manner of life that time now serves me;
Some type of-construed delusion for the name sake of survival?
I do remember some words that hit me so painfully like a silver bullet
That numbs my soul to this day making me wish I could get it back
It is imagined one should not seek out merely the hot blood of passion;
But I thirsted beyond all reason for the essence of desire.
And did I ever love them perhaps but surely I loved loving them;
But as details become blurred old times are seen through a maze.
So like a dog of the pit whose jaw has locked I will not let go;
And though the visions dim slightly I’ve remembered every embrace
And every story I ever saw when I looked in their face;
So now I search for a world without riddles that perhaps we all know.
Another set of Angel wings was delivered today
As Jesus walked my mother through them Pearly Gates
And even though I cried so hard
I knew she was better off
She didn't have to suffer in pain
She could finally be set free again
God gave her her wings
As Jesus called her home
She is still loved and missed
But at least she's still here in the mist
Takeing my hand in troubled times
Guiding me from wrong to right
Another set of wings were delivered today
As Jesus called my mother home
She's an Angel in Heaven now
And I know she's always around
My ego,
devoid of outside voices
songs and sacred dances,
Missing outdoor ecoschools
sponsored by GreenFaith Communities
studying outside multicultural EcoFaith Cooperatives
supported by EcoVillage Guilds
and WiseElder Councils
with health-wealth optimizing goals
established with green permacultural designing
co-consultants,
suffering Ego/Eco CoMessiahs.
I have learned to expect authority
exercised as patriarchal demands,
after a bit of WinLose compromising
and egocentric truce-making,
self-defense of dueling dualistic WinLose
hard-fought evolutionary/devolutioning compromises
Informing/exformational dipolarities
In which my RightBrain mind-spirit loses
so my LeftBrain body-nature can continue
asserting it's Either/Or
Win/Lose demands
for rational anger and fear management expectations,
retributive justice against,
rather than for,
sinners like me
falling short of enslaved blind faith
in dualistic bipolar fundamentalist
escape from HellFire and Damnation addictions
Demands for LeftBrain reform
through punishing ego-oppression,
suppression
My hard way
tough love
of patriarchal plutocratic inside-voice pirates--
Not wu-wei of nondual
bilateral tipping pointed
dipolar WinWin extensions of grateful invitations,
Both/And
sacred ElderRight
with secular NewBorn Left.
My RightBrain sacred NatureSpirits
invite WinWin responses
through co-mentoring HereNow gratitude
for Earth's matriarchal health-wealth CoPresence
Forming all my WinWin cooperative days,
co-investment programs,
health policies,
PositivEnergy projects,
CommonGround propositions,
could not demand WinWin convergence,
resilience,
resonance
Because invitations express healthy-wealth
of and for nurturing Gratitude
LeftBrain attitudes
singing and prancing beatitudes,
RightBrain sacred integrity
of YangBody
with YinMind,
My EgoLeft
with Green EcoSchool inviting fellow conservationists
polycultural
polypathic
polyphonic right
feeling both adrenaline ultra-violet Wonder
co-investing Here,
and dopamine green Awe
bilateral ZeroZones
co-inviting timeless aptic Now
My Win or Lose adrenaline on demand
with WinWin dopamine
by Left-Right cooperative invitation only.
Bye
You said you’d wait for ever
But your forever means 4 days
I really need to tell myself
You’ll never change your ways
Life is to short though lou
Is what you always say
But why does it feel like
I keep reliving this day
Round and round in circles
Something has to give
This ain’t the way I planned it
Ain’t the way I wanna live
I handed you the Scissors
But you made the final cut
this was all your decision
Good bye you ing ****
Signed sealed delivered
Quote: “Lenses grant vision, perspectives determine what we see.” Poet
As faith confirmers, glorious, color-chorused rainbows caress.
Brilliant beauty as fresh delivered through Heaven’s gate,
brightens human hopes, uplifting faith to further radiate.
Sensations sparkling gloriously bright as any God made jewel
grant elation promises that soothe any doubts man may mutter.
For many, rainbows are a visual grabber, seeing faith further congealed.
Those lacking even faith’s shadow, view rain as the subject matter.
< It's not my fault
The world is made from different cults
Economic woes
Politicians saying no
I'm not to blame
When they represent us in such shame
It's a capitol crime
Like this rhythm and rhyme
You have no proof
That we're the ones that goofed
We abide each law that been laid
And to find out we've been played
I will show no shame
And point at the ones to blame
Get your acts together
Sign bills with your quilled feathers
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