HIGHLIGHTED INTENTIONS-:-
naturally
achieved
positions
customarily
conceived
MINUTE BY MINUTE
discovering
sympathetic
reality
instinctively
established
in NATURAL SIMPLICITY
commonly
exhibited
affinity
repeatedly
tasted
You Sure Take
A Lot Out
When You Decide
What You Want
To Idolize
For Whatever
Reason You
Are So Obliged
Or How Obligated
You Are Customarily
You Feel You Feel
You Must ...
Be.
Easy There: "Important."
It's A Spot,
Even A Singularity "Exists."
Chill.
-Gray Squirrel
02-20-2026
Lag B'Omer, a little-known Jewish celebration today
arrives in just one night and two more days
A bonfire is built, there's singing and dancing
What's there to celebrate on this holiday...
The great Rabbi Akiba had 24,005 pupils
all of whom died in 33 days, except the last five
Is it cause to rejoice that they finally stopped dying?
With only five left, you'd think we'd start crying!
The reason to remember this less-than-stellar occasion
is that old graybeard Akiva saved the whole Jewish nation
He never gave up; rather, he dug in his heels
With five students left, he doubled down on ideals
Teaching the Torah, his fiery enthusiasm renewed
Spreading God's Light, reigniting the Jews
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Rabbi Akiva lived from 50 - 135 C.E. He taught Torah after
the Romans destroyed the Second Temple in Jerusalem.
His school was immense -- 24,005 pupils -- all of whom
died one year between the first and the 33rd day of Pass-
over, primarily on account of the sin of not showing their
fellow Torah scholars the honor and respect customarily
due them.
1.The dogma of atheist does not contain any stance
(positive nor negative)about any form of incest.
about pig eating,about swine soup,about fried frogs,
about consensual gaang baang etcetera.
2.Moreover,most atheists do not customarily condemn
the very practices that religion condemns,
for example,idolatry,adultery,and homosexuality.
3.Atheists do not constitute a cohesive or powerful group.
4.They argued that as long as sex is between two consenting
adults,then it should be permitted.
5.It is an act that is morally or naturally wrong and it should
be punished by law.
My Lydia, my Lydia,
You undoubtedly have contracted chlamydia.
During one of your sex-capades,
In a beloved city, somewhere in Syria, or India,
Or presumably from the talented guy,
You willingly met at the cafeteria in Nigeria.
maybe it was the Presbyterian at the meridian?
Oh My Lydia, my Lydia, you say its just trivia
Remember Olivia from Bolivia contracted diphtheria.
She customarily wore a bougainvillea in her hair.
After every consensual affair, with eccentric millionaires
I saw her today she looked worn and in despair,
Even though mature life was unfair, she still had a little flair.
and wore a fragrant flower in her flowing hair.
My Lydia, my Lydia what's that, you say, you don’t care.
Productive habitat overrides destruction
Rousing happens atop ground otherwise reluctant
Entities touching, same faith entertained
Grass burst brave weaves together cracked terrain
Gaia time turns pages, plot twists threaten pattern
Arrested in laughter at last season's barren
Nudging sprouts mouth new determined language
Terra pushes Spring, customarily established
16th December
- send in the cow -
The seldom branch
Takes a glance
As it waves at me
The cottonwood trees
Through the breeze
Applaud me
And as the motions
Comes and goes
Something you should know
God has made the harvest
And the harvest, glows…
The eternally, ever, everlastingly
Rivers flows constantly
Recurrently, repeatedly perpetually ever increasingly
Like a spark that’s burns into a flame
God has named…
Invariably, perennially continuously, evermore
The rivers waters flow
Routinely. Always, constantly, continually
The dirt, clay and lava go. . .
Customarily, generally, habitually, ordinarily, ,
Continuously, endlessly, forever, invariably,
Perennially, perpetually, unceasingly God is nature, and He’s plowing
The seldom branch
Takes a glance
As it waves at me
The cottonwood trees
Through the breeze
Applaud me
And as the motions
Comes and goes
Something you should know
God has made the harvest
As the harvest, grows…
God has made everything as the harvest
As the harvest grows…
10/10/19
Written words & arranged music by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©
Feels right to wake up fore the sun
Make coffee.
Sit up, not stopping over in a corner
Customarily unaffordable mornings
Trapped against my own wall
The chattering is soothing
When the back drop of the noise box
Has subsided.
My dreams I care not for
The pretty dresses or tap shoes
Just a vulgar display of my worst side
Never the deep sleep caches me
I exclude it, hides around corners
Drifting in and out, between
Awake and terrified.
He was customarily of pristine attires dispossessed
In his eccentric shabby tunic dressed
People pondered why didn't he repudiate it
For they cohabited and so declined to quit.
All I need is a coffee and some Advil
A little selective remembering will help.
Caring is far too inconvenient.
Your indifference is startling.
Your beauty is unoriginal
And it unoriginally takes my breath away.
When I saw you, our eyes did not meet
Creating
Manic ripples of uncontrollable fears
concerning my shortcomings.
Your beauty
as it goes
Allows you a life free from expectations
Selfish lovely thing.
Attaining forgiveness with your thick lashes
Who could stay mad?
You are driving me mad.
Customarily unaware of your power,
My body explodes when strands are swept from you face.
Millions of my little pieces sticking to white walls
Slowly sliding down
Creating red roads
And yet your world is undisturbed.
I wait
Religiously
Possibly knelt down . . . if you so desire
For your words.
As if they could gain me admission
When they fall from your mouth with delicious unattachment,
Such distance.
And
I scurry around you catching them with a sieve.
But you are so beautiful
That I wait for your acknowledgement
Of my own worth
Your beauty is unoriginal
And it unoriginally takes my breath away.
When I saw you, our eyes did not meet
Creating
Manic ripples of uncontrollable fears
Concerning my shortcomings.
Your beauty
as it goes
Allows you a life free from expectations
Selfish lovely thing.
Attaining forgiveness with your thick lashes
Who could stay mad?
You are driving me mad.
Customarily unaware of your power,
My body explodes when strands are swept from you face.
Millions of my little pieces sticking to white walls
Slowly sliding down
Creating red roads
And yet your world is undisturbed.
I wait
Religiously
Possibly knelt down . . . if you so desire
For your words.
As if they could gain me admission
When they fall from your mouth with delicious unattachment,
Such distance.
And
I scurry around you catching them with a sieve.
But you are so beautiful
That I wait for your acknowledgement
Of my own worth.
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