Where did it go.? That sustainable world.' Its been promised now for decades by
Those well meaning? nerds! who grew up
In a world where in an hours walk along any high street, you could get most items
Everyday needs were covered, replete.' And for a little more outlay, we'd afford an
Odd treat, then inside fifteen minutes you
Were inside the door, packing out shelves
With priducts galore' all this could be
done in any village, or regiinal town, there was no need to go to a city, though as always they were around.' What a novel way of living.' In fact the nerds stole its soul.! Packaged that fifteen minute reality
And swapped it, for a lack-lustre gaol, mafe of techy non-sense and remote overviews.' That serve no real
purpose that it seems is the best nerds can do.' A
Cold austaire experience..An
androgynous extreme,.' An existence
gated with passwords, its quite thi cludo-esque nightmare.? Not even a dream, and the saying that, makes sense now of wool
Pulling over eyes.' Is manifest when i realise how many sheep exist, mentally in
The human guise.'
creepy crawlers surrounded juicy Jack
whispering wicked missives, not having his back
he is feeling bullied, so leaves the pumpkin field
the corn is sad to see him leave with his sack, sealed
Jack’s sack has magic tricks that keep witches away
goblins, gargoyles and gravediggers will soon enter the fray
sharing Halloween antics, laughing until the light of day
come back Jack. Corn whispers can be heard down in the bay
Jack takes out his spells and elixirs and more
keeping his eye on the werewolf on the distant shore
green gooey glops of glycerin help him to disappear
he probably will not return to the field until the next year
a witch with a wise eye has seen what Jack has done
a magic elixir! she says, running toward it, for fun
The sack and its contents fade away into the night
Soon no evidence of it is anywhere in that old hag’s sight
Calm down.
It's steady as she goes.
Shadows flutter in the curtains of the open windows of my heart.
Fall days crisp the edges of lips in incomplete connections.
Feelings play together with a butterfly in the panic room.
Clouds pass.
My heart races from phantom fears.
Sighs cherish light years of youth that is on the edge of these streets.
Fall down.
I move too fast.
The way I miss you is on the flutter of angels wings.
Just an undreamt state of mind.
The way we are stuck in moments of time.
Haunting the various passerbys.
Stuck in these dreams where you come back to me.
Sitting on the edge of sunsets summers fade, fall embrace.
You were my one wish, an arcade cocktail of hymnals that we cannot preach.
Find me where we let go.
Moments in spaces I cannot yet speak.
Homesteads echo, on the sunlight, and farewells.
Come down.
Because I can't forget.
I never thought
I would get this old
I never thought
I would feel this cold
I never thought
that my sight would fail
I never thought
I would lose the trail
I never thought
that my friends would die
I never thought
that the truth could lie
I never thought
that the time would come
I never thought
— that my race had run
(Dreamsleep: September, 2026)
I know the night feels endless,
like the darkness found a place to stay.
But even the longest nights
eventually give way.
You may not see it yet,
but morning is on its way.
And the heart you thought was broken
can still learn how to beat again.
So breathe through the silence,
and hold on through the pain.
You don't have to have all the answers,
you just have to stay.
Because someday you'll look back
and realize you made it through.
The light was never gone,
it was just waiting
to find you.
Heaven invisible and holy.
1 Cor. 2:9,10; Rev. 21:27.
¦¦¦ eye hath seen, ¦¦¦ ear hath heard,
¦¦¦ sense nor reason known,
¦¦¦¦ joys the Father ¦¦¦¦ prepared
¦¦¦ those that love the Son.
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ good Spirit of the Lord
¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ heav'n to come;
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ glory in his word
¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ guide us home.
¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ the joys above the sky,
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ peace;
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦
¦¦¦ see or taste the bliss.
¦¦¦¦¦ holy gates ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦
¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ obtain admittance ¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦ followers of the Lamb.
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ Father's book of life,
¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ their names are found;
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦
To tread the heav'nly ground
(Blackout of Hymn 105 by Isaac Watts)
Cme out
Door closed, surrounded by walls
sealed inside , darkness, cries, sadness, lost soul
Look around, alone, scared, confusion, cold
I scream, anyone there?
No responce
I scream, please help me?
NO responce
stand up walls too high
reach out to feel something
nothing but darkness
I scream is this real
No responce
weakness, no strength, my legs collapse
I fall crotched down in a ball , rocking slowly, tears fall
my hands grab my head, am I in trouble, the yelling echos in my head
I look up and see the light, but I cant reach it
the only sound is the voice in my head,
I scream Please stop talking, I scream STOP!
I hold my breathe, 1 minute, 2 minutes exhale deep breathe in
open your eyes, stand up, leave those thoughts in the dark
You know it will come again, maybe less time
Written down: Come out, the world is right outside your door.
The child inside is an adult, fighting whats behind that closed door
In this world you come and go
Is all what folks can all say,
My days of hustle and grind all timing
Like it's a story of my life.
I feel like an outsider in this world,
As if I'm living in a place so cold
That my heart gets frozen
And my soul can't be trusted.
I put my pain in my written words
But they all come and go like a train,
Yet not understanding what I'm going through
And now I feel like same old rubbish.
Intelligent answers
Come from intelligent
Question
Might I mention
That's an undisputed
Claim
One is one
Unless divided
That's the way it
Is ain't no time
For foolish games
Do wop auh we-we
It calculated
Worry about the
Whole part
Stop worrying
Bout me
Down to the wire
Down to the last
Minute ah champion
Proud and tall
A man
For ah World to see
Do my best go out there
And exploit the tension
Science majors, and grapplers
Compliment me
Hold my trophy high
For the world
To see
Excited bout the night
I defend my title
Boo's and jeers greet me
But there is some who
Appreaces championship
Quality
Theres a lot of fans cheering
For me
His wealth and notarity
Talents line up
Too face me
Got that rizz
Something about me
Ya'll come down and see me
I'll do my
Ooh
Do my
Auh she muh golly ooh
Do my
Ooh do wop ooh auh
Do my
Auh she muh gallie
Muh dew
In grand lehengas, women gather beneath the waiting sky,
Thaali in hand, their hearts filled with faith and love.
Their voices rise together in melodious bhajans,
A chorus of prayers carried softly into the night.
The day has passed in fasting, patience and devotion,
Now every eye searches for the moon behind the clouds.
For the moon is the long-awaited blessing of the night,
The silver signal that turns fasting into feasting.
Slowly, the clouds drift, hiding and revealing its glow,
Testing the patience of women dressed in festive splendour.
Then, little by little, a white ball of light appears,
A milky diamond glittering in the dark sky.
The thaalis shimmer, the prayers grow softer,
And love waits for the moment of breaking the fast.
A little water, lovingly offered by the husband's hands,
Becomes a sip of affection, faith and togetherness.
Gifts follow, smiles bloom, and prayers turn into gratitude,
For a husband's long life and a marriage filled with love.
Moon, come out soon—shower us with your pure light,
And bless our married lives with bliss, love and everlasting light.
When I awoke this morning
My love you weren't here
I doubt you ever do return
That is what I truly fear
If only you'd come home to me
I'd hold you dearly in My embrace
Kiss you softly on your forehead
And wipe the tears from your face
I've already forgiven you for leaving
I hope that you can forgive me
I pushed you away with my temper
This is my fault anyone can see
But I realized your love is better
Then getting loud to have control
There will be no more outburst
Think of all the happiness they stole
The air in my lungs is less important
Then you being here in my life
I'm sorry for every tear you cried
I'll be a better husband for you my wife
COME AND SIP WITH ME
My cup overflows…
I’m sipping from its saucer—
God’s cistern pouring:-
One day a message will come
Delivered by some
profoundly bored face
Or a voice to trace…
Barely a sentence spared
For such news.
Nobody cared—
Nobody halted, nobody stared…
But one day
a message will come
From the other end
Of the world
—Suddenly all sand—
Spent to the core
And blind
Shutting the door behind.
I don´t want to see september come,
Wake me up when it is done,
on the 11th I failed again to silence the voice in my head...
now I wonder what if I actually were dead
I don´t want to see the 9th month again,
I wonder what my bed looks like since then...
how are the other sparrows in the cage,
And are the walls still beige?
I am done saying I am okay,
Because it will be a year since that day,
no I don´t want to wake when it´s september
I rather burn in flame and ember
Meet me at the watering hole
This is not a bar nor tavern
We shall drink the muddy waters of cool delights
Restart.Bass and bave our souls in a twine
Coveting me the debris , the disease in the sickness and the boils
We lay our vessels on the dirt. We're in the soil. Take me to the watering hole where we can dance, where we can drink the filthy liquid and be enhanced. Take me.
To the watering hole, we shall both go.
And bear witness.
To the juices that feel are hard
8/25/26
RinwWritten words by James Edward Lee Sr 2026
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