In all the time it took for you to understand my love,
The more you see the hearts conditions and stay within the call,
No opinions or assumptions can stand against its way,
For what I bring together will always choose to stay,
All this time you knew within and practiced without even knowing,
To prepare your heart i placed you to keep your patience growing,
Because assumptions can deceive you until you see the truth,
And fear can try to interfere without even seeing the proof,
You were the shine
that glistened my eyes
your care healed
any wound of mine
It was your concern
that stole my heart
A soul so kind
too hard to find!
It was your eyes
that did the talking
the day when we travelled
far together walking
The beautiful smile
that was genuine
It made me feel special
to be in your company
The day is beautiful again
to remember you
It leaves me mesmerized
since I could never find you
I'll let this imagination
fly high towards you
and...maybe our lost ways
might bring together ME AND YOU!
Life is like fruit salad
It bring together a variety
Of flavors and textures
Making each bite unique
It’s all about taste buds
Balance and contrast
Sweet, tart, crunchy, and juicy.
“The cycle of existence is a mysterious meadow. The hands of nature and time hold sway.”
- Quote by Poet
We don’t see everything in the cycle of existence,
However, some things become visible at our insistence.
The cycle of existence is a vast sea,
What lies in its depths is too numerous to see.
The cycle of existence is an endless ring,
Engraved upon it are all that we bring.
The writings depict the soul’s travails,
Some of which tell dark tales.
In the cycle of existence, there are many pieces to bring together,
Hope helps us feel better.
As we journey toward the light,
We cast away the garments of night.
In the cycle of existence, the unseen shapes the day,
We’re confronted by its display.
We ask the Divine to help us,
As we embark on the dawn bus.
November 21, 2024.
Every person has an attributes
That differentiate him from others
Some people are attributed by wisdom
Others are attributed by reason
And some people are attributed by honesty
But good morals bring together all good qualities
And you will leave an imprint
That will not disappear
Even after your departure
Hold on to your morals and you will rise.
In dreams, I’m where the music plays.
I’m listening to the laughter, like it’s in another room.
My drink is dark, bitter and oaky tasting
and the peanuts taste like soap.
There aren’t any napkins.
Others are lines of light and shadow.
I feel an anxiety that I gnaw on,
like a dog works a bone.
My dream’s conflating memories.
Suddenly Lisa’s there,
she comes up from behind,
“Aww, your tag is sticking out,” she says,
but before she can fix it,
I hear tower bells.
It’s my alarm.
.
.
Webster: Conflate: “to blend or bring together.”
"The ones who have passed
will never be seen,
The ones who were tasked
will always be where
they have been."
"What we have done to
the world, I do not
know, But what we can is
the though to me
which glows."
"The glory we can bring together
as a whole, The legends
we can make together with
these roles."
Frozen air and frost gripping the ground
within the mystique mask of twilight,
bring together in seamless proximity
the living and the dead.
They meet at the edge of time,
the identities dissolve in seizing silence
of the graveyard in wasteland reclaimed,
all enclosed within life’s winter frame.
Defoliated trees wrapped in dismal grief,
stand static as shadowless sentinels,
lest those lying beneath the cold stones
fly away with the northern wind.
The lonesome bouquet laced with love
lays the frozen fragrance of remembrance,
enticing the defrosted soul to rise someday,
hold the living in warm embrace.
________________
June 17, 2022
For A Brian Strand Premiere Choice Contest
based on words by PARIS-MAREE BOREHAM
At the river song in progress
She was walking on watercourse side
Upright I was just there I cry
Our aperture optic orbs spied
Each other's visual spear
oh! I come as a river song
As I stand here I come
The words of angels beloved I sing
Sing a river song
Come with me darling
Singing come, come along
come along
We see each other
Let's walk along edge of rivers edge cover
Where we stand on the edge
at a river song in progress
Come with me darling
Saying come come along
Come along
Start across standing on the rocks
We walk closer together we stop we talk
I must go I shall show
She's a beloved angel
Embracing and starstruck giddiness sturdy
I will go
I must go
I shall show
Show her my ways
It's time for me to embrace her
As we walk we talk on the land
alongside the Riverside
As we both whisper water I spy
By my side a woman
We bring together
We sing in harmony In progress at the River song
Just two persons in progress singing the river song
1/5/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr & Paris-Maree Boreham ©2022
Go forth and seize the day
for you will prevail
and with your victories
assemble the fragments of your dreams
To connect the Indians
From rural with urban
Is the need for time
Before it comes to concern.
Today two India
Live in the same country
Think differently
But still live happily.
The concern is not happiness
The matter is about the differences
Of traditional beliefs with modern
Time to fight for the ignorant.
Let's bring together
The life of urban with rural
Being different but love each other
A strong India then to prosper.
Rohan Dhabade
Six strings that speak to me
Of love and anguish
That talk to my soul
About things of the heart
Lift my spirits when times are low
Speak the words I want to say
To those that mean the most
Bring joy to those who are feeling down
Move my feet to dance
My arms to wave
My voice to raise in joy
When times are dark
They speak of light
And celebrate the important things in life
Bring together black and white
Help fight the Lord's good fight
Deliver valentines to those you love
Break hearts with messages of lost love
Paint a picture, tell a tale
Make you laugh or cry
But one thing's constant
Those six strings they speak to me.
Might it speak to the lonely
Those who wish to be loved
Might it speak to those who
want and need to be loved
Might it bring together people who
wish to be together
and those who wish to see people happy, engaged and loved
Might it speak to those who need someone
and are loved enough to be loved.
and those who wish to expose themselves to newness
and overlook differances
to be together in the newness of coupling
but that newess is never dulled and always same
just like the first time
just like the first time
the newness of beginning from day to day
Might it speak to those
that one might love me
There was a day when God blessed me.
But the ship got lost in a hazy sea.
And now like those who had to wait.
I have to hope it's not too late.
That you will find me once again.
But only God knows if and when.
I woke up two months ago.
Waiting for God to let me know.
The currents have changed over years.
I know now it's him who steers.
And love lives deep inside a dream.
And hope lives up on a moonbeam.
May the light shine in your heart.
Bring together what's now apart.
Open the door to tomorrow's world.
Where forgiveness and love is unfurled.
I pray for patience to wait for God.
But I am mere mortal, I could use a nod.
I live in hope and dream of you.
Until God says, I will be blue.
1.
Murders in congress
grimly ponder on parapet walls
on the grim reality of lost homes
and loved ones yet unborn -
their casual caws more muted
than the usual cacophony
of careless camaraderie.
2.
The still dark night
of scintilla-ed canopy
and eerie filigreed fingers
of flora bereft of foliage once lush
limned against the pallor of
moonlight mocking at men
reduced and humbled now
from their hubris then.
3.
Candlelight dinners
bereft of the trappings and finesse,
a gourmet's grumps bring together
rediscovered ties
of familial bonds under the thickened web
of electronic sludge and slime
now briefly removed.
4.
The sweet lullaby of a
distant mercenary generator
puts me to sleep
in the comfort of knowing
that i am not alone.
Troglodytes in surreal settings.
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