"As the leaf of life sleeps upon my lips,"
I will see the "foliage of farewell."
"When the soul-stars dream and die,"
I see red leaves covering the fall trees.
"O fall, let this lore of love be the last,"
for I now see "I am the Eyes of Time."
The green leaves must change colors for the fall,
but "neither dusk nor dawn can delude me."
Far beyond the stars
Can you hear me now?
Through the endless dark
Breaking somehow
Oooooh, reaching out...
Reaching out to you
Oooooh, breaking out...
Breaking out for you
Calling, calling through the night
Sending signals, burning bright
Calling, calling, can't you see?
There's a space where you should be
Miles of empty sky
Still I send my sign
Though you're far away
Find me, make it stay
Calling, calling through the night
Sending signals, burning bright
Calling, calling, can't you see?
There's a space where you should be
Beyond the stars
Beyond the dark
Beyond time
Is loneliness a mediator
One life’s uncompleted symphony
Must be completed later
By voices of others’ memory?
You’ve reached out to nowhere
They wish you to rest in peace
But you can’t answer from there
Being released of all this
I’m dashing to you, my darling
But met with silence that stares
Right into me while I’m calling
Calling to you from downstairs..
The Press
should serve
the governed
not the governors
A voice
of truth
untethered
running free
A Journalist
the highest
calling
with words intrepid
To save
the struggling nation
child
— and thee
(Dreamsleep: July, 2026)
Oh God save me
From the substance
That are dangerous
But I think they are pleasurable
Liberate me from poisonous substances.
Oh God save my soul
From the things
That are wrong
But I think they are right
Broaden my awareness
Sharpen my intuition
Guild and lead me to glory.
Oh God restore me
Restore my lost glory
So, I won't be telling old story
That I was once on top
Just to feel among
I want to light up
Any room I enter.
People love to say,
"I have trust issues."
Like it's a confession.
Like it's a character flaw.
Like it's something we're supposed to apologize for
before anyone gets close enough to see it.
And for years,
that's what I called mine too.
Trust issues.
As if trust was the thing that broke.
As if I came into this world
with my arms crossed,
my walls up,
and suspicion stitched into my skin.
But that's not my story.
My story is that I trusted.
God, did I trust.
I trusted people with the softest parts of me.
The parts I hadn't even learned how to hold myself.
I believed promises
because I wanted to believe people.
I believed "forever."
I believed "I've got you."
I believed "I'd never do that to you."
I believed words
because I hadn't yet learned
that some people speak in comfort,
not truth.
And every time someone broke that trust,
they left carrying only the pieces they needed.
Better days ahead
The song of ages
A song we always sing
In bad times or days
After the dark is dawn
What we've always believed
Whenever we're down.
Freedom is a must
The song of ages
A song we always sing
Whenever we're fighting
For liberation of all forms
Standing for our rights
Independence our goal.
Justice must prevail
A song of ages
A song we've always sing
No room for injustice
You won't know the damage
Until it's done to you
Calling on karma to take charge.
433.
Calling
Call me, my Lord, and I will be there
Choose me and I will answer
You are my Lord I cannot reject
Your holy voice I must respect
Let me come to the Holy See
Be ordained and serve Thee
If I am Your priest, even death cannot do us apart!
-12/12/2015
(Dumarao)
*40th Daily Reflection from Catechism Booklet
Calling Your Name
Chasing the distance
making love to a memory
Living in the space
between heartache
— and dreams
**
The Devil’s Alleyway
I follow the river
whenever she calls
And answer mountain winds
that blow in the fall
I cross mighty deserts
through cactus and thorns
To brave city streets
— bereft and forlorn
**
Choice Undetermined
Life is about freedom
freedom is about options
Spread out before you
like lines on a map
Choice undetermined
awaiting direction
Venturing forward
— wandering back
**
The Present Surpasses
Never embrace
what history rejects
March to the clarion
as virtue begets
The present surpasses
what the devil demands
When free will bespoken
— the moment commands
(The New Room: May, 2026)
371.
Voice from Asia Calling America
I'm a victim of ungratefulness & rejection
My works no longer gain merit & appreciation
Yet by God's mercy, it will not take so long
With my millions of pesos, I will prove them all wrong
Wrong for ignoring me, wrong for not liking me
Because I am a person of zeal & quality
Oh Men of the West, show your Manifest Destiny to this voice from Asia
Calling you to fund an enterprise from the East to America!
-07/04/2015
(Dumarao)
*MY Prayer Poems for Ultimate Victory Collection
--WINTERS CALLING SPRING
so I AM gain tired
of the winters song I long,
for warm, hot springtime
gaged dial-up bright
flowers and butterflies such
exchange them for snow-
men and ice storms frost
winter calls for spring hurry
hot springtime bossoms
02/17/26
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2026©
I listen
From my seat on my pebble
Taking in the sea of galaxies
Only dots to me as they speckle the Black
I listen
For a how, a what, a why, a when
A calling, a comfort, or clarity
There’s a pull out there
From the light years away
From an anchor or lure I couldn’t say
I think
I think I think I think
Too much
But the Black from closed eyes tastes sweet
Familiar
And when the lights from my pebble fade out
It’s quiet
I can hear it now
The Calling
Hidden among others
Lost in the crowd writing in the shadows
Living in solitude
Pen to paper
Black ink bleeding off of the pages
With endless story telling
Each poem is a short story
For we are writers in the dark
No one knows my name
Poems last through eternity
Sometimes trivial
An artistic pen writer
Literature and foot-notes
Where does the story even begin?
Your imagination is limitless
Through melodies and honest rhymes
These are your words
Freely written toward a completed manuscript
Each poem can be whimsical
Just an old soul writing poetry that echoes
I dream of the foggy sky;
quiet whispers start my endless morning.
Is it so wrong to want you;
my soul seeks the light.
I can’t escape these tidal waves;
needing you to breathe.
I’d cross the stars to share;
a single embrace with you.
I brave the storm to feel your heartbeat;
break through to the light.
I can’t endure the darkness,
without the sound of your voice.
I’d give it all; I have no choice.
Can you hear me calling?
I picture you in every fading hue;
etched in my heart, a masterpiece,
shades of golden blue.
But you’re far away; like a fleeting ray.
I chase through endless time, because;
I miss you; I miss you so.
Can you hear me calling!
My Entry "D"
'Pick A Line Poetry Contest'
1/15/2026
Sponsored by: Hilo Poet
Call for you, Ms. Warren
Who is it now?
Says he’s Donald Trump
Suddenly in her throat
a little lump
Can it really be? Is it he?
Ms. Warren speaking
Good morning, Senator,
It’s Donald Trump calling…
Say what you will about the man
He’ll engage with anyone
Even those whom he can’t stand
The kind of dye-in-the-wool opponents
from whom Obama and Biden ran
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