Oh what joy does love bring
Seed in garden in belly in spring
Green and growing hearts sing
Two merge to create another one
Just as blue birds lay eggs in sun
Bunnies seen mating on the run
Any living thing in nature procreates
Beast or yeast plant or animal great
Blessed to grow behold God creates
whimsical gnome created colorful flowers as she walked
Her expressions were a delight, but she hardly ever talked
We watched her walk from limb to limb, blooms following her feet
The vines of florals she left were truthfully breathtaking and sweet.
A bedroom door that never locked,
Footsteps heavy like thunderclocks,
Mother's wine glass, cracked and red,
Words that bruised more than fists ever did.
A closet full of whispered screams,
Apologies lost in fevered dreams,
Father's belt, a sermon preached,
Love, a language never reached.
A dog buried in silence deep,
Secrets traded instead of sleep,
Schoolyard eyes like hunting knives,
Laughter echoing butchered lives.
The smell of ash, of plastic burned,
Lessons no one else had learned,
The joy of breaking dolls in two,
Just to feel a shadow move.
Windows rattled by unseen guilt,
Churches built where lies were spilt,
A hand too firm, a voice too loud,
Praise withheld like poisoned shrouds.
The grin he wore was not his own,
But stitched from pain he’d never shown,
And in the attic of his skull,
He catalogued what makes life dull.
Not born of hell, nor born insane,
But carved by years of steady pain—
And now the world must guess his name.
her charcoal mind makes meaning of colors
Favorites included turquoise, orange and yellow
Red is always prominent in her frontal lobe
Dancing and singing, leading her into her own society
She used to dabble in cobalt but there was insanity in it
A poison that can turn your dendrites into mush, right?
No one has ever used the word serene or calm to describe her art.
A mental picture appears as her muse subconsciously creates.
She feels she is clear-headed, though there is insanity in her family
Her artwork is continuously clever, concise, and colorful
People respond to it on an aesthetic plane
Red leads the way
As energy accumulates,
It also creates,
Operates,
In different states.
Obtaining traits,
Learning to propagate,
Designing a substrate,
Continuing to circulate.
It starts to vibrate,
Concentrate,
Learning to duplicate,
A code to translate.
A way to activate,
And begin to animate,
As the air mutates,
Into shapes that fascinate.
Molecules starts to migrate,
As they rotate and calibrate,
Delegate and designate,
Into something great.
One able to captivate,
Encapsulate,
A being to dictate,
How its energy will create.
Yet, I do know a little of the law:
For all its forms but fortify from flaw.
To that which renders beauty must it serve,
Nor from this purpose, may it ever swerve.
From solemn silence, symphonies upswell,
And half the year I’ll dwell in Asphodel.
For I have found that - there are autumns, too,
And ice of winter doth the springs renew.
Turquoise chalice was terrified that she was not as curvy
As the fade- out banana who had a touch of scurvy
Clothes pin cousin laughed at the chalice's distress
Lightbulb filament rolled his eyes at this jealous mess
Screwdriver did not have anything much to say
Lockset said “I’ll come back another day”.
Cork found himself surrounded by disturbed items now.
He waddled off, looking for a piggy bank or a snowplow.
The Heart of Life is Love.
Moments in life are the tender touches of Love.
The Creation of life is the intimacy of Love.
With Imagination and Compassion, our hearts create Love.
Forgiveness is the Power of Love.
Healing is living in the Joy of Love.
Return to your soul, for it is pure Love.
Our soul is the image of our Father in Love.
Sacrifice is the ultimate protection of Love.
The Gift from our Father to humanity is Love.
Don't give it out
What you don't want
What you're getting
You gave time past
Your input creates
Your output doubled.
Galatians 6:7-8
Do not be deceived
God cannot be mocked
A man reaps what he sows
When the clock ticks
Times unviel it all.
Ecclesiastes 3
Time to be born and to die
Time to plant and to uproot
Time to kill and to heal
Time to weep and to laugh
Time to mourn and to dance
Time to search and to give up
Time to keep and to throw away
Time to tear and to mend
Time to be silent and to speak
Time to love and to hate
Time for war and for peace.
He played the piano the way he did everything – incredibly well.
He’s a maestro, his mother told everyone who stopped by.
They did not doubt it, he was busy too, always composing.
Writing screenplays, creating operas and musicals.
When will he publish? Some of the noisier ones asked his mother.
That’s not important, she told them. That he is living with me is.
He lived with mama until her death, which delighted both of them.
His creations were genius, we discovered after his own crossing over.
Darlings open the lids of thine eye;
Expire look into the surrounding sky;
Witness the beautiful reflection of the space;
Pupils at large for the love you see is grace;
My eyes witness what God brings;
From His Father God makes beautiful things;
And you see yourself and valued worth;
Is received the reflection of our Father hope:
You are, you're beautiful God;
A beautiful Lord, whom I love so;
My eyes witness what God created
Hallelujah made you so look upon;
That of the beauty upon yourself;
Look upon the beauty of God Himself;
Look upon the beauty of the world and nothing else;
Mine eyes sees beautiful things;
My eyes witness what God brings;
My Father's heart creates beautiful, things;
1/23/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2o23
Zero is nothing
And so we came here with nothing
And we'll leave here with nothing too
Life is a confrontation
We live to build up wealth from zero
From nothing to something
A trillion has a number combines with 12 zero
We leave without all the wealth
That it returns to zero
From zero goes back to zero
Maybe this is God's formula
To create man's belongings
And so don't turn to evils to attain your wealth
It shouldn't be God's will
recommendation
when you will have inflation
causes inflammation
spiritual self
encased inside physical
shell God creates man/center>
2/17/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2022
Lo! empty universe
on course
perfect witness Omnipresent
in the midst
of the realms
He created all things
darkness left
black space
God's grace His face
His choice
He voiced
planets universe
in existence
humanity and animals
follows dark night
what's left might God call
The light day in the darkness
He called light and there was evening
and there was morning the first day
good morning humanity
12/26/21
Written by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
Genesis 1:5
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