It felt like Autumn
on this morning’s run
I want it to be fall
with its syllabus of vibes
I’m signaling a stance
I’m autumn’s undoubted champion
wearing my choice like gangland colours
- I could give my all to fall -
summer only ever had my subdivided attention
Summer’s just too needy: it demands relaxation,
bare legs, sun block, beach plans, hydration,
barbecue, and relentless fun, with scant variations
I want the visual promise of leaves falling
the flattering autumnal colour palette
my whole devotion crowns shortening days
fall always serves as a competent stylist
complete with venti pumpkin lattes
and mornings with a costume of frost
Unbind the theatrical heats of midsummer nights
and let the season's advance revive us
show us falls slanting golden afternoon light
let crisper darknesses harbour counterfeit witches
and lengthening dusks warrant winter wishes
Let fall assume her russet throne
and give us autumn’s cool agenda
without the influenza
.
.
Songs for this:
Ping Pong by Dimie Cat
Messy by Lola Young
Mind like an ocean
Full of empty spaces
Yet filled
with exotics
and colors
of all kinds
and varieties
Depths
of daunting darknesses
Devilish uncertainties
–likely
Godlike unknowns
–maybe
This love is an ocean of Oman, to this, there won't be a territory or edge
My evidence is secret of Quran, one who knows this will not be shamed
If you are in love with lover, do not be deceived by rest
In this rose garden nobody burns, like Abraham fall into blaze
Sword of Allah is happy with his words, it's his master's consent
There is no pen for insanes, whatever they say will not be blamed
Look this is secret of Quran, every being will taste death
Whoever enters does not stay, with two doors a house of rest
We are lovers we never die, we won't become soil decaying
We never stay in darknesses, to us there is no night and morning
Pray be upon you dear messenger of Allah
Peace be upon you dear lover of Allah
(Chorus)
Written by Seyyid Seyfullah (Sword of Allah)
Translation Onur Ünlü
Sugar cubes and coffee grounds
May skies beckon birds soaring
Sunlit paths lead to fields of gold
An exodus from darknesses’ gloom
Sail away to transitional fame
In route to where u’re meant to be
Appeal scorn’s judgement of you
A freedom sought is one to cherish
Pages turn and chapters burn
Poetic notes break the mold
Offbeat tales bold and untold
Dare to carve thru the untamed path
Play in the margins where rules decay
Strive to recognize unstructured grace
Time to open up your world.
Let them jump right into your mix.
Taste the vast mind pool of your existence.
No need for the ticket man.
Worthy journeys commence for free.
Though impossible-have no prejudice.
Everyone's invited into your destiny.
Some will yearn to stay. Some will beg to leave
Show them nothing or show them everything.
Take grand chances to be truly free.
Time to open up your world.
Shower them with your spirit-shine.
Parch them; sift through your coal darknesses.
Let them sip your diamond shine.
Some will pray to stay.
Some won't even say goodbye.
It's important to show them your entire story.
Time to open up your world.
Let them jump into the heart.
Only a few will stay; most will leave you far behind.
It will be the way it was meant to be.
Either way, it'll be just fine.
Many times our experiences are temporary,
Passing by in the fleeting moments of time,
Unknown to us, as change comes,
The harmony disappears in a rubble of our lives.
Being a traveler in space and time,
Thy creation borders the interlude,
As our visions turn dark brown,
It leaves tidbits of loneliness abound.
The palette screams across those years,
Where we find our blind-less fears,
Can you see through the darkness?
Living a scattered life that's clear.
Now that's a picture for all to hear!
I
why stars shine
what is it?
presence of darknesses
is to show
II
why darkness is dark
what is it?
existence of stars
is to show.
My demons, I see,
Though they are quiet
But are never silenced
They still want to riot.
Some of the demons leave me,
So, it's quiet in my head
Some of them travel with me
Yet, they roam inside me, dead.
I'm sure they'll always be around,
In my darknesses, I want to sleep
They want to pull me, tied-up into
My abyss, deep in the steep.
Release me demonic spirits, I quake,
And lead me only to an endless solitude
So I can rest from the exhaustion
Your evils cause, then wants to take.
Fleeing, setting me free from your distractions,
You're this chaos, that's causing me to dread my life
With the unsettledness lurking, stirring around inside
I find myself dead, having no more strife.
I
If it's in the Bible
Absolutely said
Give me handle or epistle:
"Love is all." Not said
II
John the Revelator
Says God is LIGHT, first
John says it in 1st Letter
God showed it in Genesis
III
Light sends darkness off
One stroke, one switch, one fire
Love is of Him not "God is Love" -
Love is good, LIGHT IS HIGHER
Notes:
1. John's First Epistle, 1 John 1: 1-10
2. When Mahatma Gandhi Ji was assassinated in 1947, J. Nehru said, "The light is gone out of the world," not LOVE IS GONE OUT OF THE WORLD. Nehru, unwittingly, echoed Jesus: " I am the light of the World," in John 12 (verse 8).
3. In the Fourth Gospel (NT), verse 9, expands on he, himself, is a witness to The Light, but Jesus "is the true LIGHT," yet rejected because men love their darknesses.
New American Standard Bible : PSALM 37:8
"For the LORD loves justice And does not abandon His godly ones; They are protected forever, But the descendants of the wicked will be eliminated."
LORD, who am I that you would consider me?
David said so in his song to The LORD
The One who created the stars, constellations, and waves
Who ended Sodom, Gomorrah, two more, and Noah's detractors
Yet David - and His people - are never forsaken
Brother, Sister ... you too have tasted and seen
The LORD is good, there is no evil in Him
Light just is: darkness leaves when Light enters space
My darknesses fled when Jesus was invited in
Through the Holy Spirit. Abba Father, I have Thee
Anywhere I can remember to trust You. I am slow
But You are patient with me; rescuing me often
I greet Thee today, before the sun rises (Rain greeted me)
And people traveling (in Thy Graces) talked with me
Already about justice and Faith and Favor
I intercede for all, even ones called "enemies,"
Because You also love mercy when we turn from our ways!
Glory to our Triune GOD as we thank LORD for another 24 hours
Blown of indignities, what quiet yet hangs
Thought-beauteous well above them.
Enclose darknesses of all kinds. Still crowned
With Virtue's starry diadem.
Table of The Scribed
Only of the true muse in mind,
Being a he or she?
Can scribe of the darknesses they feel,
Being it told, indeed.
Being this breed of spirits,
Sitting at the Abysses table, take heed!
For that's the table of the;
Devils and Gods,
We are the tellers;
For we are the scribes.
Take up thy quill;
Quick hurry,
Put it in your hand?
Write down the scribes of;
Phraseology, terminology,
They're many forms in their styles!
Am I sure they will understand?
I am learning all the while;
Understand these words
Even the symbolic,
Are they written too absurd?
Revised Edition; September 06, 2021, 4:33 PM (EST)
On our promises;
The embraced darknesses;
Corrales our accomplishments;
Septic views of toxic waste;
Post makes haste;
Prominence
5/9/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2020
Admit One
He stares at the scene on the wall,
obscene shadows projecting private Revelation.
Bony fingers giving emphatic
instruction.
Calling for the call.
Mesmerized in a dark conversation,
conversion, perversions.
Darknesses etherium in condensation.
He turns to the window to see the glowing eyes staring in.
It's Sarzabella! Up in the tree.
Looking for the quickest way to a bowl of something!
Get in here you little spider-monkey-
kitty.
You little prankster-branch shaker.
You have a future in twisted trixter, puppetree?!
Lost in worldly darknesses searching for my light,Depleting every day only to reflect on the emptiness within stale daily routines,I weep for the lost and almost found,chaos has its own agenda,Time afflicts an unforgiving penance just to keep up with humanities pace, I struggle to find strength in blurred Instincts,Let my roots to my soul stem blessings upon all,For hope can grow higher than woes..
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