He's everywhere
being the answer to
everything & is
the ultimate quotient
Omnipotent displaying
more than sufficient
omniscience
The run on sentence
that makes sense
of everything
The word of all words
a part yet connected
to everything
The maker
of all dreams
lucid & vague alike
The light
in the darkness
but also the darkness
that covets the light
Witness to every reality
with an eye for
all potentialities
This sight for sore eyes
is both the pupil
& teacher
A preacher
with many dimensions
using planes
like churches
It comes as no surprise
to those that learned
to see deeply with
inner eye urges
The immersion
offers you a peek
behind the curtains
unveiling what lies
therein
There are no lies in him
for he personifies truth
in the form of matter
It's the explanation
at the top of the ladder
after questioning
every step that matters
When she winks and gives me that smirk
It opens a labyrinth where my pleasure lurks.
I walk inside her eyes so kind
Into a garden of madness so divine.
Grapes that grow freely in the snow
Roses that flourishing in blazing glow.
Berries bustling in thick marl and clay.
Dogwoods that rise from the beach of the bay.
Polar bears juggling wild coconuts.
Dolphins on ice skates preparing to lutz.
Kangaroos pirouetting in ballet shoes.
A shark with a guitar singing the blues.
She cannot view all of the beauty I see
When the girl I covets has eyes for me.
My weaken body lay motionless on the rock covered beach, as the night time moon shines its light upon its waters, its own shadow cover it like a blanket of death..
I lay motionless my breath sloweth to a snails pace, my body covets in seaweed, no more fight do I have, not even a slightest breath.
I yearn for the coming of the outgoing tide to carry me out into the empty sea, my love, my kindness no longer felt on thus earth, my family has turned away as so has all the others.
So has the sea bird spreads its wings as to lift off into the darkened sky, my eyes are searching sadly for the waves of grief, death, its waters have swept beneath my limp body, my empty saddened, shameful heart, takes its final beat.
God has made HIS choice, “it is well with my SOUL” He giveth, HE take it away” My empty soul I leave here for whomever I have hurt, I have nothing left to give thus world, I feel my body carried out to the SEA in which GOD created.
Goodbye my Souls, please do not stand and weep, for the sun shall rise again, another day has come.
Filmed by strangers,
a story doomed not to last.
Beauteous verse
wrapped in barbed wire—
each sonnet
a blade to the vein.
Eyes like jade—
not diamond,
but cut rock.
A granite heart.
Tar recedes
into stone.
Still, the boy covets
with hunger.
And the girl—
she has appetites too.
First love:
a pigtail yanked,
a giggle echoing through time.
Innocence dissolved
with each year gained.
But the eyes—
they never changed.
Breathe life and fire into love’s nest—
reignite the spark of youth,
peeking through years like iron curtains,
framing the fugitive selves
we left decimated.
I still see her—
not in dreams,
but in the hush between songs,
in the way a door closes softly
when no one is there.
She has appetites still.
And I—
I feed them
from a distance.
Let her starve for once.
A day so fine, no ills on my mind,
then it's late and angst lays me down
those rude intrusive thoughts
those bruising, bad night thoughts
They come at night, enter my head,
when out the light and prone in bed.
Lay me down with my brain's views
and intrusive soon fiddles my pillow.
Nighty, my sane fights madness
that night covets as a faved toy.
My good is erased, my sleep chased
when in bed dread slaps my face.
those rude intrusive thoughts
those bruising, bad night thoughts
So few will ever see
A clown’s sorrowful tears
His hopes, his dreams, his fears
Hidden so expertly
Can it ever be known
A clown’s most cherished thoughts
His soul, tangled in knots
To us is never shown
He lives but to perform
He seeks that center stage
The actor’s gilded cage
He covets as the norm
It’s heavenly to him
To make the people smile
And laugh for but a while
For life is awfully grim
May God bless every clown
Who brings a bit of mirth
Who lights this darkened Earth
In ways small but profound
Huzzah! Now let us cheer
The jesters now and past
Who place their feelings last
Who hide from us their tears
Old man is named for years gone by.
In this era, health can receive support.
The old man’s dull ears and eyes,
And lost teeth can be rejuvenated.
But an old man with feeble reasoning
Confuses both allies and foes.
Self-image as a historical king,
Reviving territorial ambitions.
Doctors cannot heal a wicked brain.
Old age forgets what has been said.
Forget the motto: Make love great again
Smith shopping is like playing the lottery.
Old age covets the assets of others.
Messes up Freedom and Dictatorship.
Looks down at the other leaders.
Followers who love you will depart.
Do not wear pride like a necklace
For God detests pride and arrogance
Pride does not go unpunished
Pride leads to disgrace
Humility is rewarded with wisdom
While pride begets destruction
Cause it takes credit for God’s accomplishments
And covets God’s glory
Pride demeans others
It arrogates sense of Almightiness
To a mere mortal
Pride stifles growth of other virtues
Makes one to reject help needed
Prevents one to listen and help others
And deludes one into believing
In one’s self sufficiency
But in reality Pride is admission of weakness
Pride leads to extreme selfishness
Pride does not gratify
Pride does not exulte
Rather it dehumanizes and belittles
Been dismissive, by the absents of her father;
Made more, whole and strong in strength she’s farther;
Not meant to be strong in body vessel mind and heart;
Been abandon coping extremely potion set apart;
She is whole man
Yet Wo man
Left alone in hands
Embracing bands, of fingers working hands
Toiling working
In the absents of a man, those men
Not in her life
She doesn’t need a man to be whole
She Wo man
And in her womb comes humanity
She covets and covers the seed
It incubates and grows
Multiplies fleshly vessel
Woe unto men whom misuse and abuse
Father’s God Woman those our sisters, mothers
All who offend?
Been embraced, now in engaging with her heavenly Father;
Made more, whole and strong in strength she’s farther;
Newly emerged strong in body vessel mind and heart;
Been embellished coping renewed set apart;
2/3/25
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2025©
On spewing wave, our departing ride
Crazed currents crack, an azure slide
Freedom mingles in sea foam seethe
Cobra throat coast gulps river relieve
Estuary entry rests, rushing ruthless
Canoe oar dip downtempo soothe us
Convulsing closing, seen from stern
To mayhem mouth we shan’t return
Silver silt filters salt, lake lap littoral
Ranges ahead etch graduating blues
Drift beside reeds, bird pews hymnal
Harp strum seraphim strike chords
Nacreous nematodes writhe towards
Tiny sun centre lace tutus feverfew
Pirouette pirogue wet on dawn dew
Papery apron snapdragon bonnets
Bloom ten a stem syllable sonnets
Cut log capsule covets its heritage
Forested foothills fix ship wreckage
Fir hands welcome hung hammock
Cosy ocean recoil, mountains titanic
Sixth of November
- upstream -
Romance, indulge--
on Valentines.
Embracing cove
scarlet's desires.
A pure rose covets
an ardorous kiss;
Bowed Cherries,
a wedding ring,
Sapphires.
“Better to shun the bait than struggle in the snare”
William Blake
With a fragile earth warm, I lure my Labeo rohita.
Minute minnows manage many magical Mackerels.
Shrimps attract snapper, arowana, and tilapia.
Aren't baits also in the form of bread, biscuits, and bagels?
Best cows as baits to lions, fleshy fawns as baits to tigers
Live dogs lure the crocodiles, and greens charm the elephants.
Covets, cravings, wants, wishes, inclinations, and desires
Are poured into the human psyche to find their relevance.
We consume the bait. Baits consume us. Irrationally!
With their colour, form, shape, beauty, and lure, I'm imprisoned.
I enter this trap, this hole, and this grave casually.
I struggled all through my life as though fate had commissioned
The piece of butter and cheese, with bread and fish relishes
Which being, I do not know, enjoys each of these dishes?
She droops her head in drowsy snooze
awaiting for the rise of dawn.
She covets eastern sky pale hues,
as she stretches and stifles a yawn.
She cares that soon ol’ Sol will rise,
her head ascending with his light.
She’ll follow him across the skies
until it’s time to fade at night.
Every blooming flower knows
that jolly orb that passes by.
He smiles and shines for only them
and sings to them from lofty high.
In field, in garden, or in pot,
they wave in silent voices bold.
"Hello!”, “Goodnight!”, and “Worry not.
We’ll soon again your face behold.”
Truth has many faces and voices~
Mostly that of the liar, who never
does what he says – the politician
a perfect example of imperfection
perfected
who perfects only the lie!?
The mass consumer of masses –
Christ said, give to Caesar
what is Caesar's...while Caesar
Covets what is God's
Never within monetary reach
No face on the coin of Heaven
A cooperative of all that is Good
When He exceeds the sum of all,
Still they covet their windfall.
When success needs His blessing,
Still they covet transgressing.
When consequences hold sway,
Still they covet their own way.
When He sets prisoners free,
Still they covet the carefree.
When praise should carry His sword,
Still they covet being lord.
When trust is His way of life,
Still they covet real-world strife.
When His curse begins to burn,
Still He covets their return.
"Your corpse will come back to life,
Everlasting joy is rife!"
When His trust lesson they learn,
Then they covet His return.
When He exceeds the sum of all,
Then they covet His windfall.
Man is not the cure, or fix,
Says Isaiah twenty-six.
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