When trying to grasp thoughts through our mind’s haze,
It’s like trying to escape a thought maze.
As the bits and pieces accumulate,
How will they connect, how will they relate?
We try to relate them to things we know.
Each thought should be placed right where it should go.
So many topics to assimilate,
We constantly add and have to update.
Without clear focus they may lose their flow,
By first burning to bright then losing their glow.
Without definition, they will not last,
Some good ideas will drift to the past.
Give each thought it’s time, make sure it’s defined,
It will be its best when finely refined.
Most of us have heard the quote,
“as a man thinketh so is he.”
Thoughts therefore are a part of creation.
We were created to have purpose in life.
Our thoughts effect what we become here on Earth.
As created, we are our authentic selves by the thoughts of the Creator.
To successfully meet the ultimate challenge in life,
we must align our thoughts with the thoughts of the Creator,
or just acknowledge the spirit within us and accept ourselves as created.
Ultimately, we are our worst enemy.
Many of us think we know better than our Creator,
what we are, what we want, and how we should live our lives.
I was given freewill by my Creator,
without his guidance, I don’t want it.
I give it back and acknowledge him in all things.
I’ll follow the voice of the Spirit within me,
align my will with the will of God my Creator,
and be who God intends for me to be.
Thoughts unraveling like loose strings on a ball,
then rewound to make useable opinion.
Past and future lose all their intrigue,
in the clearness and fulfillment of a present moment.
The intensity and immediacy of a brilliant thought,
becomes calm in the presence of an epiphany.
One’s time is truly blessed,
when passion and purpose are in each moment.
Ask me a question that in answering it,
I may fulfill a need of your mind.
Show me the emotions you feel in life,
that I may know the thirst and joy of your soul.
Does having a meaning for life complete life,
or is having a meaningless life even possible?
Let you soul’s destiny flow through you,
let it show others perfectly who you are.
The essence of our existence is eternal
So dead or alive, we always survive
We continually come into a form
Or out of a form either physical or spiritual
We live continually existing for eternity
Either in a physical form or spiritual form
Our eternal form is spiritual
Our host in the physical world can die or be destroyed
Spirit from a state of omnipresence becomes
Thought from a place of all possibilities
Transforming through intention
And is manifested as physical life
Eternal energy is present in each state
Spirit, thought, intention and manifestation
When the eternal energy leaves the physical state
It returns to its natural state of Spirit and omnipresence
This is the cycle of eternal energy
Which is the essence of life, or spirit
And the source of all that is manifest
And recycled throughout eternity
a thought of beauty scared away by negative thought
is easily bought as if given free
only to put on hold the bold
a thought so beautiful an angels breathe
could carry it across time
in a gentle rain shower
all living things could then feel its beauty
and be one with this beauty
which might strive to be alive
to share the air with all that lives
the beauty says, “I’ve seen things eyes have never seen
more beautiful than a rainbow in a waterfall
I tell you of things I’ve heard
melodies so pure as to melt the strings of a harp
while transcending the harpist and audience
to states of mind and emotion never before visited
open your minds and allow the essence of life
to dilute the sin nature of physical existence
imagine the soul as it reveals itself
beyond the limitations of the body
be your soul end the struggle
accept the oneness of being
you are a part of all that is
all that surrounds you, you also surround
blend in let your existence be noted
by your extraordinaire ability
to be congruent with all that is alive
with all that that is
you may become aware that the best of you
it actually the rest of you
looking through mind’s eye
as if in a trance
perhaps due to circumstance
or perchance the last dance
then again on the fly
without condescending
blending all elements in sight
I start to cry
wolf wolf the fear has arrived
disguised but still here
feel the fear
blowing in the winds of fate unknowing
death seeks to end the lie
just die bye bye die
then come again with reason
in another season
to veer out of last dance trance
to fly again in the universal wind
As a man
He wasn’t taught to
Cry or show emotion
So, he exchanged tears for
ink in the pen to express what
Was bottled up from within.
A mask of steel, he wears with pride,
As a man, he wasn't taught to cry or hide,
Emotions locked deep, a secret kept inside,
For showing weakness, he'd be denied.
The weight of his heart, a heavy load,
A burden he bears, a story untold.
But what if he could let the tears fall free,
And release the pain, the sorrow and the sea?
Perhaps then he'd find solace and peace,
And learn to heal, to mend and to release.
He yearns to break free,
But still he holds on,
afraid to show the cracks in his facade,
afraid to be vulnerable,
afraid to be weak.
And so he remains,
a prisoner of his own emotions,
a man trapped in a sea of unshed tears,
searching for a way to release
the pain that has become his greatest fear.
I sit here in this darkness, this place that feels so raw. Where the world is falling down around me and I feel I just cant take this anymore.
yet here is a contradiction, that this place i sit with a life of pain inside me… it also brings me a feeling of openness and honesty and a place where I feel creatively free. If it were not for this you would not see inside of me.
This dark place is where I can openly speak the thousands of words tumbling around and feel un judged. Unspoken words and repressed feelings, thoughts and un dealt with meanings. Shame, sadness, pain and torment, all released from their heavily shackled cage, to surface and relieve me of the tormented painful rage. Every time I feel this way I am my most creative at least in words. So this place you see as dark is something I cannot give up, for you will not see my inside heart.
an adventure
an exploration
erudition
in a turn of phrase
made accessible
thrown through space
a form of perception
with feelings speculations
full of exhilaration
profundity
in a new cry
an expression of
personality
in a thesis of ideas
abstractions
in a life flow of motifs
incarnate
full of vitality
assertions of the soul
manifestations
of memory
activity
embodied by imagination
I often think of the sea,
not so much of vastness
but of depth, and what I
can't see, all the life just
beneath the surface – sort
of like, a newborn, 70 years
from now; sunlight blotting
out the sky, until rescued by
night...each of us a legacy
of many –
we find one another again, in
the shallow eddies – where waters
meet in manageable pools,
our circles pushing back against
a far greater current –
Where tide
tips the shore, we are nestles
of shelly kisses...sharing what
we can recall of both slippery
and pointed journeys –
in a real sense
all our forms and words
are a bit cliché
creative writing
the antithetical
of language
Oh! prophetic teacher
World War II nun
Where are you now
Miss Godowski
Godspeed creative writing English teacher
Thank you for your courage teachings writings
Oh! poetic teacher
Godspeed God bless you
Where are you now
My sophomore creative writing teacher
Don't know where you are
If you're alive or dead
Prayers in heaven
Are you now with God Jesus and the Angels
Write on writer
On the clouds tablets
Of God, thank you Miss Godowski for all you did and done
Oh prophetic teacher write on
World War II nun
Where are you now
Godspeed Miss Godowski
A DEDICATED VERSE TO MY 10th Grade CREATIVE WRITING TEACHER MISS BERNICE GODOWSKI
12/2/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2020
Pursuit for writing gain
enhances my poetic creativity
not in vain!
Midst bliss, I bask
expressing faith,hope, mind, soul, heart
good task!
Truth's zest
from God, learning
blest!
Pursuit for writing gain
expresses faith, hope, mind, soul, heart
blest!
October 13, 2020
1st place, "Let's Minichu on writing or not writing a Minichu"
Sponsored by Mohan Chutani; judged on 10/31/2020
haloed trees mellow
neath a faded autumn sun
leaves fall nearby home
emotive stirring
much like a wave of the storm
surrendered passion
seasons hypnotized
mother nature slumbering
searching for the dawn
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