ex is exiting a soul
ex is exiting a building block
a soul is a building block
build is building a soul
build is building a building block
a soul exit a soul
a soul exit the building block of a soul
a soul is a cycle of a soul
a soul is a limit of a cycle
the building block of a cycle,
is the building block of a soul
ex is exiting a limit of a soul
ex is exiting a limit of a cycle
exiting a limit is exiting a cycle
ex is exiting a precious soul
a precious block,a precious soul
a soul is precious to a soul
a soul is precious to a building block of a soul
time withstand time
time withstand a block of time
time withstand a block of a soul
A child is born as a gift because that what we are
No heinostrity their birth wasn't their choice attach
Children can overcome disadvantages in our lives
Every generations must learn from that was before
Some talk about skeletons in the family cupboards
Today we are part of our past building block of old
Reaching out from the past into tomorrow that life
Yes be proud of the fact your place in someone life
The Asian version of Life
Is of a wheel that endlessly spins
Rotating in kaleidoscopic scenes
Of beings in realms
Trapped by their karmas in endless suffering
Endless until it, of course, ends
Which is what all things must eventually do.
In the West the dominant view is now
Of an endless cycle of Life
Where we don’t actually become anything
After we die, just a nutritional building block
In the ecological web of growth and decay.
It’s a rational seeming world view,
But one devoid of soul.
On the whole these two views compliment
And complete each other;
Soulful and soulless
To give a sense of life on the wheel.
But the truth is neither are complete,
Together or alone
Because neither sees what lies beyond the wheel.
Of course, they say eternity and annihilation respectively
But what is the it that endures or dissolves?
And if it endures was it ever really trapped?
And if it dissolves was it ever really existent?
Somewhere between is the middle way
Free of extremes and labels,
Free to simply be, what is, inherently ineffable.
(10/12/25)
multiple lives; each life a building block ~
when refrains replay, why are we in shock
BUILDING BLOCK
Temporal they are higher power,
unveiled to me who are temporary obstacle
that's temporal derailing me for abating power
If this be meant to be compliance unequivocal
God has the triumphant power
Always to turn around man's power
For humanity strong tower
Will fall
When El Shaddai calls
Governmental bricks will fall
6/11/25
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.2025
How does love travel...
Like a huge E-M pulse ?
Is it planned or more spontaneous,
Like a simple impulse ?
Can it search throughout the heavens,
For its like-minded mate ?
Or does it yield to time and distance,
By the burden of its weight ?
It carries with it a great vision,
Though it is often unseen.
As a potential building-block,
Joining all those in-between.
So the force behind its power,
Is one that can't be quantified.
Yet it remains to travel freely,
Amongst both common and rarified.
Human versus pre-human
Are humans born with a soul? I don’t know but I think a newborn child has yet to acquire a soul A newborn absorbs everything it sees, including colors and voices, the way it is lifted up given a bath hugged, and song too, absorbed into the new memory bank and stored The child is not aware of this, but it is the building block to acquire a soul that can rudimentarily think, hence a soul that learns right from wrong now, if an AI figure is fed information like this does it, acquire a soul that has moral knowledge? If this is true, the ramifications are disappointing because we are only equal to an AI, who in time will master how to recreate itself
Building block of life skills
MAKING peace with God through Christ.
YIELDING to what is right.
HAVING the freedom to have a voice,
AND allowing others to have their say.
PICKING my peak and climbing the distance.
PAVING the way for others who can't pave their own.
IN all things, give thanks.
NO is often the building block for 'Yes'.
EVERY season has its reason.
STEP up to the plate and swing.
STRIKING out is seldom the last 'At Bat'
092024PS
I awoke to the sounds of music that fired up my day
Time to get moving and go outside and play
Life has so many wonderful things to enjoy
Gathering up the troops and the dog, we are ready to deploy
A day at the beach with sunshine awaits
A full complement of fun in store, surely not up for debate
We all need to find more moments with the people we love
Our relatives who have moved on look down from above
How you spend your time is the building block to a wonderful life, I would have to submit
In the big picture, we are here for a short visit, we need to make the most of it
All the worrying in the world will not change anything for the better
A glorious day is nearing its end, made so much more special having our family together
In the BEGINNING, at the surface, we both met,
Two strangers, excited and uncertain, yet to set.
Down the memory lane, doubts manifold did GROW,
Knowing not how we’d together learn and know.
Through seven years our journey before us unfurled,
From infancy to youth as the coil of time curled.
Crafted with CRESTS and troughs were the weeks and days,
And you showed me my good and ugly parts lost in a MAZE.
I had asked my adolescent dreams to spin me such a soul
That completes me and becomes my true WHOLE.
But you came and saw my happy, angry and restless sighs,
And dug out my FRAGMENTS under the clear skies.
I fail to ascertain if you are a friend, lover or foe,
In musing about VALENTINE, feelings seem to plateau.
I pondered intensely what a mate, a lover, an other half is,
He is a reflection of the level of fullness within, the inner bliss.
Love truly is not in sweet cuddles, romance and gifts
It is one’s core building block, an experience WITHIN that lifts.
Through you my love, I heal the broken pieces inside me,
In our bond unbreakable, you are a MIRROR forever to be.
I lost my father suddenly with no goodbye
Oh, all of my life he had been my rock
I looked down at him and of course I wept why, why
Now, part of me is chained with a brass lock
Father had many quotes that made my young soul fly
He said life is about each building block
On nature hikes I first saw beauty through his eye
I will miss always our long walks and talk
Now, I glide in a blue sky drifting up high, high
I dip, float and soar like an orphaned hawk
And at his cold tomb I sing him a lullaby
Rest in peace . . . "as life is a clicking clock"
_______________________
June 14, 2022
Poetry/Quatrain/''life is a clicking clock''
Copyright Protected, ID 06-1465-611-14
All Rights Reserved, 2022, Constance La France
Written for the Premiere contest, A Brian Strand Premiere Choice
sponsor, Brian Strand, Judged 06/15/2022
Where are our parents?
Where is the womb of our flesh?
Where are the graves to testify
We had parents?
Why do lamentations salute us?
The sentiment of this world is confusing.
Having food is like hell,
What more about buying a slipper!
Day and night,
The dumpsites are our shopping centers,
As wrecks are our best suits.
After covering miles,
Some bath us with dishes water,
As others cherish us with sour food.
Why only the orphans?
Why agony and solitude defined us?
We prayed all night,
When shall our prayers
Be the building block of life?
Why our faces are the mother's deal of sorrow?
When shall joy welcome us?
O, God! Wipe the affliction off our faces.
I carry the world on my shoulders
but it's heavy, any moment now
like a toy building block it will come
tumbling down merrily merrily
all just a dream, a joy imperfect.
To be imperfect is my true joy
detached from the dreariness of life
no regrets for visions turning sour
I stand on a stage acting my roles
caring not if I forget my lines.
Nothing can tarnish my confidence
blunders shrugged off with irreverence
my deep play a ruminating ride
into casual elegance leavened
with an optimistic wariness.
Like aging, my competence conceals
patches of wrinkles, not to be smoothed
into a sense of mediocrity
not quite belonging to anyone
but myself and I am my own man.
@jjote 063021
Celestial sphere by sums explained,
numbers in melodic scale referred.
Trines in building block of expression,
energies and its obsessions.
The 27 club of famous death,
and the rock n roll loving it.
Jimmy Hendrix and Brian Jones,
Janis Joplin and Jim Morrison.
Amy Winehouse, Kurt Cobain,
time of death at 27 all the same.
Karmic edge of all Mars energies,
rights of passage time memories.
Self-destructive energy of the warrior,
facing death and its tragic behavior.
Mars skills to perform on the other hand,
bringing new worlds into command.
Process of generations against conformities,
speaking for the searching truth relatives.
27 or 9 when added, 3 nines multiplied,
in fight for that freedom sacrificed.
The dire soul of sorrow in expression,
seeks life through death as session.
Immortality closer to become,
messages from where their sang.
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