I was living with my family,
And was a happy child.
My Father helped me grew up,
To live a struggling life...
Messy hairs with darks
around my faces,
Everyday I woke up
with tears in my eyes...
Pictures of my journey might look
so colorful and bright,
Darling you call it beautiful,
I call it Black and White...
My Mother makes me count,
Every year that passes by,
Thirty years have passed,
Still my life is linked with traits of lies...
Now I have wrinkles on my face,
My hairs are grey and white.
I hold a wooden stick,
That carries no delight...
Sitting in my old chair,
I see the sunset time.
I made a cup of tea,
That always cherish my mind...
And at the edge of my journey,
Counting days and nights.
Let my chance to come,
When its better for me to DIE...
Let those failed lights
keep their starry darks,
no hidden treasures have
they –
gems who hoard
their sparks, as bushel
a-cap heaven’s dearest
light,
blessed with angel appearance
and nature
now in free mirror fall
kingdom sovereign pool of self
worships self-love, that’s all --
wind hissing through sky
the clouds hidden by darks veil
weathers war proceeds
Afloat
Not drowning
In murky depth
Nor hover
A single wit
The darks below
The glares above
Keep still
Afloat
God hides into darks,
true love shines hearts.
August 10/2023
Night is dark, but He is light;
Humanity wrong, but He is right;
God’s a spirit invisible;
It’s gonna be alright, it’s gonna be alright
The Savior going to keep us in His sight
I’s gonna be alright, gonna be alright
Father God gonna turn on the light;
QUANTUM--
QUANTUM--
There are deeper depths, and darker darks;
There’s higher highs and lower crest;
Our heavenly Father knows best
Night is dark, but He is light;
Humanity wrong, but He is right;
God’s a spirit invisible;
QUANTUM--
8/9/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2023©
Life is endeavored in ramification;
A striver in pain
Someone been blackmailed
Highwayman got caught
A failure/loser lean down
Old age,hair changing to Grey
Candle been burn out
Sun left a view,
oh changing to dark(Night)
They all hate it
They want it to stop(End)
They prefer death to disgrace
Fear of being called out
Wishing for peace
Thinking death saves
Oh just like he hated darks,
Thinking a new dawn will refresh it
Oh No No!!!
Life is long enough for us all
And short also
Depending on you
Life can’t favour us all
Death is a blessing,
in disguise and sometimes it’s not
HARDEYNIYHI.D??
okayReality score in the midst of the rain I'm okay
In my pains yet I gain I'm okay
My reality is assured sometimes I am bored
And in the chaos in the rain yet I'm dry I'm okay
I'm okay because I speak forth life
I'm okay in my kindred spirit I move past the strife
I'm okay while in the deepest depths of the darkness darks
I'm involved in my journey's vest in the wrong and the right I'm okay
Deepest heights highest depths
meaningful presence I am kept
I survived I'm alive I'm okay
in my gratitude further into my substitute I'm replaced
I'm rejected I'm embraced I am blessed
attested above below for sure assured resurrected standing on life's projected
I'm firmly found, I am presently bound
embrace by His righteousness my God above
showed me His I got the love
and in myself beside myself inside me I'm okay
6/3/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2023
I miss the ride
memories burning bright
burning clearly, burning slowly
seeing things as they unfold
seeing times, we spent in tangles
If I could turn the hands of time
then I will ride luck, in wish's horses
To have you back in my arms
and never let go
I will go back in time
If only to reminisce the good times
these spots keeps holding me back
Oh, what a time!
living fast, forgetting time owed no man
youthful lust clouded decisions
wasting moments with reds and blues
bottles took the wheel
Now you're in sixes
partying with the darks and solitude
with deafening silence
regretting lost time
hoping if there will ever be a second chance...
My color almond color
Beige, brown, tan
I am of darken persuasion
Realm of the purple invasion
I am Royalty
Darken
a son of the Father
Abba
Darks of brown to occurring hair, skin iris of eyes browns and black
Indian of India darkest black browned African
4/1/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. ©2023
Just before release
He was frozen in time
Releasing those standards being captured
Just before the sun so rises
Glory, shuns over the horizon
Barring darkening darks soul
Sun star planet flares just before release
Blood running down the streets
Just before the release
Darkness swollen up by pin of light
Just before the release
Balloons free stand held in hand by human fingers
Burning in Hell fire wanting a finger dipped in water
Just before release
The Waters Rivers, lakes, oceans and creeks and ponds
Give up evaporations
Drops of moisture pellets
Rain storms roar, rain falls
Night goes, night comes
Just before release
Bittersweet
11/23/2022
For Just before release Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Unseeking Seeker
During
your
twirling
soliloquy
&
throbbing
zeal
for
endless
dalliance
beckon
me
will
come
again
&
again
to
your
eyrie
on
rainy days
on
frosty darks
exacerbating
flames
of
queasy
symptoms
wren
winnows
mesquite
ambiance
magnifies
relish
crave
&
devotee
shake
leaves
nodding
piano
&
softer
cuddle
drums
memorabilia
weary
in
perky
straits
Written: November 18, 2022
A Brian Strand Premiere Choice Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and responds thus making this enigmatic form a two way interplay & interpretatIon unique to the moment& changing according to mood is inherently variable.
Clothes thrown everywhere
Darks mixed with whites and colors
Who would want pink socks?
April 5, 2022
Spring's latest colorful fashions are out,
All along the winding, lush garden walk.
Pastels and darks in a season turnabout,
And new fragrances are the flowery talk!
All along the winding, lush garden walk,
There are blooms both large and small,
And new fragrances are the flowery talk,
As trumpet vines wander the stone wall.
There are blooms both large and small,
With petal styles both curly and straight,
As trumpet vines wander the stone wall,
Just as beautiful green days regenerate.
With petal styles both curly and straight,
Pastels and darks in a season turnabout,
Just as beautiful green days regenerate,
Spring's latest colorful fashions are out!
Ebony sparks;
Lighted darks;
Hall of rooms;
Impending doom;
War of words;
Never spoken, never heard;
I am bond by those stranger things;
Bound by the strange of things;
often called upon those things of burdens;
Like mosquitoes with plucked wings;
12/11/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2021©
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