Some say I am ahead of my own time
My journey propelled me through the storms that one wouldn’t be able to stand
Experiences shown me the possibilities full of vision and reason
A mind that circulates the before into enter
Some fear my entrance of philosophy
Wisdom leading out
Boundaries in knowing how to get around
Bearing the storms alone
Through the fierce and mighty fortresses
Reality and courage settling in
Uncontrollable thoughts
Unseen that nobody knows
A world that doesn’t understand
My tomorrow is not Secrete, but wide open
No secret, but just expectancy
Clever tongue
Beyond one’s own imagination
My indication
Simply far out.
Three months and you're gone.
We keep up to date
Make up time lost to closed windows,
Re-open doors and
Let the light in all
At once blinded and dazed.
Make up time lost to petty fights
Closed off minds that wander, sometimes,
towards each other-
Now unrequited.
Make up time in people
Like roots, expanding,
Respirating, out-with-the-old that never
really dies because water never really runs out, but circulates
Bones. Muscle Fibre. Tendons. Joints.
Talk to that small part of yourself that remembers a piece of her
A tiny thing that never fits quite right,
Made-up time that can teach only
In hindsight
The poison of idle hope.
Pitch colours and throttled laughter.
A pain in the back of your skull that you wish was something more.
Make up time in sensation
Relive the inanimate
The comfort of its permanence.
Water circulates somewhere in the US
Where rain isn't left to condense,
To well, like life leaves space for time.
I'm fanning my hands on a street in
London, Soho, where we never went
But an unplaceable conversation is in the tides of heat, one that spoke of Her.
I decided I needed something disposable -
A balloon-buoy swayed with an unease that carries -
Eyes that make mothers cross the road.
I bought one and he gave me two more, haggled, too hot to... fight. Paid, left with this in my hand.
On the bridge. Wish I had a weight.
It's a pain to hold but I don't want to watch my money sweep past Big Ben and the disgustingly scenic city scape.
Water circulates like these e-bikes.
Round the pre-plotted roads -
I think of the Romans, dead in the ground.
There's probably a few still in the Thames.
Death feels so historical.
We discovered clouds that hold rain forever.
I have everything in my pocket.
Within arms
Reach
The clock strikes twelve bells,
the time is here,
all in their minds
seemed reasonably clear.
Time to go home
and find one's bed,
uncertainty may be welcomed
for others instead.
Light breaks
as the horizon starts to shimmer,
pillows and blankets
lay a peculiar shape.
Eyes are closed soothing pain
from the cheer and wine,
now the pillows are moving,
it is not too late.
The telephone rings
which hangs on the wall,
the alarm clock goes off
from down the hall.
The blinds shutter up and down
dazzling sparkling light all around.
The fan overhead
circulates the air,
cooling the pillows
nestled between our hair.
Sleepiness is calling
and the pillows now quaint,
the simpler days
of collegiate dates.
wealth prosperity abundance not synonymous
accumulation leads to conceit of rich
complex opulence
dualism anxiety
inferior-superior byzantines
wealth increases mentality illusions
fierce finance hoarding arise
this happens only in material plain
having does not guarantee prosperity
second always embrace aspects of being
relationship and active community —
when prosperity focused
simplicity flows, transparency results
philanthropic outlook gives
circulates
flourishes self and others
breath within breath clear
core strengthens
organically
prosperity, abundance a potency
in mentality
subtle vibrations move heart
slowed frequencies develop
transmuting third dimensional character
increases focus on spiritual as
starting point
abide quietly, knowing
abundance moves each sand grain
ear of wheat, water atom
every thread of chromosome
it moves in circles
live spirals in human flesh
giving back to family, community
ultimately to divine
fresh moulds are circulated
dances authentic
powers stability, serenity, peace
contentment births clarity
of godly purpose
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Earth:
Take off from the mass
Grounding oneself means standing
Barefoot on the grass
Water:
Fills every cranny
Obscure holes are discovered
Circulates freely
Air:
Time to rise to heights
Flight welcomes the curious
Breathe in wise insights
Fire:
Light shining above
Beckoning all Cosmic kin
Through beams they all love
Spirit:
A dream sparks on Mars
Spirits beam us way up there
To converse with Stars
Dream:
Dreams give hope to all.
Why not fly upward in Space?
Bright elementals!
Goal:
I'm flying to Mars.
I am on Mars in spirit.
Will be there on foot!
Violent screeching among the sea of vortexes.
Lightning emerges from the cyclone of terror.
The power of the cosmos,
integrating with Mother Nature.
Unstable energy striking down, splitting the ground.
Lightning with violet hues ignites a wildfire.
Releasing dormant toxins, poisoning lungs.
A continuous pattern of destruction and creation.
As the heavy wind circulates, fire infiltrates.
Heat and friction, a furnace of shadow and flame.
Say hello to the entrance of Hades.
Solar Eclipse Brokenness
The moon covers the sun’s bright lights
And brings a total darkness in our sights
Fades out the figure of fake possessions
Cuts out the string of short time connections
It brings cold feeling and gloomy emotion
Suddenly makes a person stuck in motion
The beats of the heart skips for a while
Not longing for love, the heart is now fragile
As dark as the eclipse, the broken heart was
No rhythm is on point, the melody is bass
The flare circulates the tears of longing heart
The dim hue deleted the hurt of the start
Let it be, the hurt, and pain, feel and endure
Like moon covers the sun, safe and secure
Love as the eclipse, embracing the flaws
Love as you love, ready to break the laws
Her Impression imprints and invites
Delightfully smiles
Seductively replies
Her reflection reflects that night
Aspiration desires to be right
Whether the notion seems a bit bright
Souls reunite and excite
Sprinkle the sparkles and penlight
Strangers strike
And rewrite what’s inside
Devotion defines
Inclination inclines
When coherence collides
And faith decides
Emotions swiftly guide
Her Impression imprints and invites
Wondrously Wonders
Mystically twists
Gloomy shadow fades away
And her brightness circulates and portray
Thoughts replay
Imagines convey
Her Impression imprints and invites
She survives and is alive
Thrust of hope will describe
Beauty designs
Emotion divines
Her Impression imprints and invites.
You know, a Prez is numero uno,
And then there’s First Lady. Yes, we all know.
But murmur tinnitus
Says, there’s more to this buzz:
A guy called First Buddy and big no, no.
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Happenings |05.01.2025| USA, political, humour
Poet’s note: There’s already some buzz about this guy called First Buddy. His area of influence is DOGE, an advisory body outside government. But a moniker ‘co-president’ circulates widely. Close to Trump, this guy has his vibes matching with him. He even dances with the president elect. Watch out how he parties at White House to know how bumpy ride 2025 would be.
An infant is brought into being,crafted out of earthly elements
Out of soil,out of water, breathing air moment after moment.
Nerves get nourished,strength is acquired as blood circulates through veins
The sheer love of her as nature gifts the first glimpse of consciousness.
Slowly things transform as seed sprouts into a towering tree
As the muscles are flexed,chest spreads wider and will is free.
Contained with posessions hedonistic desire hinging on self worth
The piled up matter of earthly elements absurdly tries to conquer the earth.
silent trees are spoken quietly
as they walk above ground
leaves are covering filtering the air
that I breathe
maybe all they evolve branches
massage my heart branches
whispers messages to my heart
as the wind circulates sweetest essence
As the Tree Stands it talks and walks
1/29/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2024
Tender are the hearts that flows
beating vibrantly the love that flows
through the Soul's
heart resonates mirror images
seen through the eyes the glass is clear
to see inside the soul so in everyday and in every way
I have substance to say, as I pray
I relinquish myself and embrace the blessings
of my heavenly Father whose breath cleanses resides circulates Within Me
Hallelujah
Selah
1/29/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2024
Wind circulates, lifting and flattening
an otherwise, benign, breathless world,
relying also on deeper, slowly moving
tectonics, belching foully, scattering
seas...effecting change. Seasons like Sun
rejoice and fold. An occasional comet or
meteor perhaps a compassionate
God-sent, heaven rethinking the dawdling
pace of destiny…. Man a defiant offspring,
rejecting patterns seemingly not of his own
making – good angels know better, dutifully
soothingly serving.
Birds bedded down. The cool air circulates.
Whispers of crickets. The black noise hushes.
Yawns give way to tears - the ducts erupting.
An autumnal wave crashes over me.
It’s obvious how seasons come and go,
as mom’s settled in purple urn - the ashes
keep; without incandescence in her sleep.
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