Breakthrough roadway ahead
faithful is God,
all while slipping in sin.
New journey is His Rock
Rock His is journey new
sin is slipping while all
God is faithful.
Ahead roadway breakthrough
The nature of reality is clear and luminous
But we miss it because of obscurations
Like a cloud filled sky
Or flawless diamond covered in mud.
We miss it to the point of complete unawareness,
Which means we don’t know who we are,
How we got into our current predicament
Or how to get out.
Getting out is as simple as stepping out
Just letting go at last and popping out,
But it takes a lot of perseverance
To get to that point, so many never do.
And so the journey begins
A journey of discovering just how ignorant we are
And just exactly what we have been ignoring
So assiduously in our foolish bliss.
Breaking through is essential
And the natural result of earnest inquiry
But it takes effort, one-pointedly determined
To arrive at the effortless ineffable moment.
And when we do…
The sky opens to reveal its natural radiance,
Unsullied by clouds, none other than,
This radiance condensed into its own veil.
(5/1/26)
antelopes eat cantaloupes
hellions eat melons
bears feast on pears
leeches on peaches
parakeets eat the wheat
~ leave the chaff for giraffes
Thanks to Darles Charwin for his
posthumous advice ~ gw
The struggle
The pain
Storms that erupt
All temporary
Preparation necessary
Barriers broken
Peace of mind
Reflection less
Walk into your present
Move Forward
Don’t ever let go
Heaven will direct
Words are sharp
Swords that hurt.
Loyalty ends
When disrespect begins.
History claims
Fans follow talents.
It's better to break
Than destroy the marriage.
It’s a shame, really
This feeling
It burns
The only way
That I can explain it
To the Non-Addict is
You want something
A specific something
To change your mood
But at the same time
You don’t
Yet you act on it anyway
Rehab
That
You didn’t teach me that this would be a lifelong sentence of surveillance
You just gave me a certificate
Slapped me on the back
And said
“30 days was enough”
Why is it so hard to climb just 12 steps?
opening rose bud
in the sun
warming my cold soul
Toys for children
Easy fun way
Give simple joy.
Gadget for teen
Mellinnial way
A new fad play.
Online for all
Fast way new geek
Short life breakthrough.
Cyber highway
The road that's new
Run through space.
Breaking apart
your verbal
sledgehammer
demolishes me
words that crush
all that I am
all that I thought
while I try to find
rhyme or reason
for the assualt.
Broken down
As floods of malice
pour out from wounds
I could not see
in you, from you
I am broken
beyond repair
It's only cold now
now that I see
you no longer care.
Break through, a must
to breath.
I deconstruct
everything I am.
It's no longer of import
why you eviscerated
me with your words
why you left me
as you did.
In the end
you didn't love me
was what occurred.
Fear,you once held me tight,
A prisoner in shadows, trapped in the night.
Your whispers were poison, seeping through my soul,
Leaving me frozen, unable to feel whole.
But I’ve risen, I’ve taken my stand,
No longer held by your trembling hand.
I faced your darkness, shone my own light,
Exposed your lies, and reclaimed my sight.
You once whispered, “You’re not enough,”
But I silenced your voice with a love that's tough.
I've embraced the unknown, welcomed the new,
Found strength in all I’m able to do.
So goodbye, fear! Your grip is now gone,
I’m free to live, to laugh, to move on.
I'll rise above, whatever you try,
And shine so bright, in this life, I won't shy.
No longer swayed by your shadowed sway,
I'll live my life in a brighter way.
Free from your chains, I’ll spread my wings high,
And never again will I let my dreams die.
Once again, another failure.
It’s like the pick of the litter, it’s my flavor.
I climb the mountain, and I am almost there.
Then the wind of disappointment comes out of nowhere.
Yet again, I am at the bottom,
hopes and dreams again forgotten.
Why is my life up and down?
Should I keep trying or shut down?
Sometimes I am through with this rat race called my life.
If I cannot conquer my destined plight.
I break down on the playground and find myself in lockdown.
I don’t know what is worse, fighting an entity that I do not know,
Or facing the horrors of my former shadows.
The fruits of my labor did not start with me.
Perhaps I should search for my family tree.
In the roots of my ancestors, I might find the key,
To break the chains of this cyclical misery.
With each branch, a story, a lesson to learn,
A beacon of hope, for which I yearn.
For in their struggles, I might see,
The strength and resilience passed down to me.
So I rise once more, with renewed might,
To conquer my fears and reclaim my light.
For every fall, there’s a chance to rise,
And on my journey, I’ll find the prize.
Changes are necessary
Pressure helps the process
Less we forget that we all
Only have a season to fulfill our purpose in life
Sometimes a breakthrough
Comes from a breakdown
Sometimes a storm
Shows you the path you need
Breaking the mold
At times we need to be bold and
Remember that a broken heart
Can still be victorious!
We all need to grow in our thinking and
Remember that sometimes a breakthrough
Comes from a breakdown because
In the middle of difficulty lies opportunity!
My fountain pen found its way,
onto the internet,
it was a transformative process,
for both ink and blood.
There were thousands before me,
many talking in a strange language,
of signs, signals, and digital squiggles,
a code I had to break.
The nib of my pen broke
its golden crown.
My fingertip's had to study
how to not blunder,
like a bull elephant
into a wide-open frat house.
Slapping words down
onto this new plastic virtuality
I crashed through,
pages of self-deleting paper,
struggling to compute
the mysteries of 'write' and 'send'.
Daily I had to deal with this,
almost psychotic urge
to shove my thoughts onto
a seemingly infinite white wall,
hoping I was not,
just going to splash stuff on it,
only to run away.
Glistening cheeks
With emotions swirling high
Stormy sky
Just like the one inside.
One seeks answers
To the curiosities in mind
Why is life like this?
Who really am I?
When our conscience
Fails to hold us back
Only for us to wander
Along darker paths.
Perchance an angel may descend
A messiah in common wear
Mayhap a blessing in disguise
To guide us back.
At times like these
We may lose sight of the truth
And forget why
We struggled all this while.
One might doubt
Or even reconsider the goal
But to stand one's ground
Is to stay strong till end.
There's a breakthrough when,
where are hearts in God;
There's breakthrough when,
we allow our hearts
to be His
To part from those evil woes;
Those bad behaviors we have chosen;
I am growing, growing in the Lord;
Let us adapt to impart to just love like He so does;
Breakthrough---
Breakthrough----
Breaks through wen we forgive those whose wronged us;
Let us forgive and love like Jesus;
Does;
Father God breakthrough our Hearts softening them as such
Father, O God I thank you for my
Breakthrough
written words by James Edward Lee Sr.
2/14/23
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