Divine must meet whimsy before magic happens
Leaves are falling down
Pumpkins will be ripening
Fall is coming now
She wore a caramel covering;
Her heart beats as a little one;
A jovial girl, lovingly cared for;
A mother's joy, a father's girl
Be that portion subject to trauma;
Yet still be a Holy Daughter;
A Daughter of a Holy God;
She is formidable:
She is a righteousness of a almighty God:
Selected Carmel Sister;
She wore a caramel covering which is her skin
9/17/25/
written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2025
You will Never again cause me
doubt in believing
Admitting your emotions had
purpose and no meaning
Looking closer I understand
my running
Going forward and No hope
Believing
Amazing people you fake
care and destroy
I pray barriers surround your
false words of friendship
I am Stronger thank you,
Your energy gone
Reward is inner truth and
more confident
All the people of the world today
Recognizes Christmas on !0-1-24.
Spoke the salemens. he made know reference
to Santa Claus. Nino Jesus is
our refuge on him we rely.
The grown people of our world
clean chammies, to
prepare for winter.
We harvest and store to
make it through the seasons.
Christmas restores our faith in one another.
Thast during the harness of the season
we have time to stop and prepare for gift giving
and giving thanks to one another
for being human.Oratorio: Music to include us all
the sounds of Christmas! The full worship of Jesus
expressed through the love of God.Cantata, solo
and chorus, rehested to perfect the sound. Seasonal Carols
and Cultural hymns. Some which change throught
out the ages, to include those who had been excluded
in the worship of Jesus.
Shadows Sharing Fruit,
My reflection changes my world,
When I move towards the light I see inside,
Shining bright,
Hiding in the shadows,
My tree grows dense,
My experience holds fruits,
Soothing to the soul.
You canlet go of control,
Roll with the flow,
Joy growing as you go,
Casting a shadow,
Sharing fruit with those below,
And now that they know,
New shoots start to show,
As their world begins to grow,
To the reflection,
They're projecting,
In this wonderful show.
As delicious as it looks
gourmet feast piled up a mile high
~ blissful delight with every bite
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
A girl with a giggle so grand,
Tripped on her own feet and landed.
She fell with a spin,
Then let the dance begin.
And twirled with the crown close at hand.
Dance me slow...thrill me on moonlit flights
Graced by warmth, heart's fondness delights!
(Voices of Galileo & Pythagoras)
On this day—
September 9th, 2025,
an echo rose from the ninth portal of the universe.
Galileo spoke:
"Mathematics is the language
with which God has written the universe."
The proof was everywhere—
the ninth month,
the ninth day,
the year 2025
folding into the number 9.
A trinity appeared:
999.
And when I added 9 + 9 + 9 = 27—
it fell again to 9.
A cycle completed.
A circle closed.
Galileo’s voice trembled:
"This happens once in nine years.
The world has finished one chapter—
and now, it begins another."
I asked—
“What does this cycle mean for humanity?”
He answered:
"Nine is compassion.
Nine is wisdom.
Nine is completion—
and awakening.
It calls the soul to service,
to live for the greater good."
Then Pythagoras appeared,
his face burning with sorrow and light:
"The world was in meditation—
now it awakens.
The true hearts of compassion
will rise for humanity’s sake."
We raised our eyes to the stars.
They shimmered as if lifting glasses with us.
And we whispered:
“September 9th, 2025—
the day of 999.
A cycle ends.
A cycle begins.
Cheers.
Look at us catching the sunset together
With some light talk to get us going
Nothing but nature and sheer tranquillity
And a nice glass of chardonnay
If you ask me what the occasion
I'd say we're celebrating life
And we should do it more often
Cause we don't get great sunsets like this
For we are always on the move
At times when you're catching a sunset
I'm out there catching a breath
Cause my day is barely over and I can't get home
That's why I'd want to take this moment all in
To enjoy that sweet fragrance
'Cause the streets can be suffocating
And it's hard to go fast in a crowd
At this moment tomorrow is a distant place
Yesterday is a messy place
Today is pacing by
But presently, memories are all I picture
The PO£T
Oooh yeah, finally I get to piss
I've been turned up all night
Trying to shake off this girl
And she couldn't leave me for a sec
If it were up to her she'd have followed me here
Saying I might disappear on her like the others do
She almost took my drink for me
I told her I've got two hands, I can handle it
I'm so uptight,it feels like I'm about to burst
And not exactly what I'd have wanted
It had made me have a long hard-on
And the ladies were blushing, thinking they'd done it
I've been standing long here it just keeps going
It's like the gates were opened
And damn am I relieved
Cause I don't think I could keep this in
Lemmi just flick it one more time
And roll it back in nicely
Cause it's just past midnight
I've got the whole night to rave on
The PO£T
Double-dutch ropes slap the sidewalk -
snap - snap - snap -
braids whip air,
girls jump in, counting
uno, dos, three,
feet flick like drumsticks.
The ice cream truck jingles off-key,
icy lady shakes paper cups,
piragua man shaves ice into snow -
his knife scraping the block awake.
Pastelillos pop in hot oil -
spit, sizzle -
plastic cups clink with rum and cola,
congas crack, maracas shake salt in the air,
horns blare like chisme in heat.
Heels click-clack over concrete -
punctuating each spin,
each swirl of hips.
Whistles split the air -
one from the lifeguard at Jefferson,
two from the men on the corner,
three from abuela
when the coals are hot.
Somebody throws meat on the grill -
ssszzzz -
smoke climbs windows,
neighbors bring foil trays -
yellow rice, ribs, roasted corn -
each dish a downbeat.
Kids yell cannonball,
water smacks back,
lifeguard’s whistle cuts through splash.
Old heads tap dominoes on tabletops -
crack, slap, smack -
hands older than the stoops they sit on.
The block fills itself
the way music fills a drum -
the street hums under bare feet.
Tonight,
the moon will smell like charcoal
and sweet ice.
(“The Longest Journey”, 2020, original encaustic)
All That We Dream
When George Harrison sang,
“Yesterday, today was tomorrow
And tomorrow, today will be yesterday”
He was making a simple observation
On the nature of Life as a flow
We attach our momentary labels of time.
But he could also have said this applies
To all of us simultaneously in the flow
While attaching those labels as if outside,
And that this simple shift in perspective
Is the key to liberation, at least
From the burdens of this Life’s stress and strains.
Each day we do things
And when they are done, tomorrow or the next,
We are not the same person who did them.
The beauty of this is the one planning
Is never the same as the one executing
Nor the one enjoying the result.
So plan away, aim for the stars
Take that step, take the baton
On the endless journey
The endless stream of doing
As time and being flow together
Effortlessly accomplishing all that we dream.
(9/5/25)
Truth is a dagger—painful,
yet healing when it cuts deep.
History does not lie:
the Imperial Japanese Army,
once a beast of discipline and fire,
marched on arrogance,
believing steel could bend the world.
But time betrayed them.
China, unarmed, hungry,
with no advanced weapons,
stood in defiance,
its discipline sharper than any blade.
And when the dust settled,
it was China, scarred yet unbroken,
who rose from the ashes of war.
Now, eighty years hence,
the drums resound again.
Parade of steel,
columns of might—
Putin watches, Kim nods,
and the world is forced to witness:
“The China of yesterday is no more.
The China of today rules the century.”
Is this victory,
or a warning written in banners of red?
The West whispers,
“If you cannot beat them, join them.”
But Japan, silent,
remembers the shadow of its past.
Nations bow not to friendship,
but to power.
And power, once attained,
rules the stage like an emperor.
So I ask—
when the dragon leads the march,
who dares to stand against its fire?
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