the sun lit on the
flower bud torrent heat dried
plant up blazingly
8/18/26
written by James Edward Lee Sr. 2026©
.
"um
you wan'it
do you
look
do you do you
hmmm
(((what's that)))"
,)>
whut
My ground is pretty solid
My statement is really worth
I many inadequacies foiled
I really respect force
I am mightly explicit weapon
The credit of AF defense
My engines your brain boil
I am drone that distills essence
My electronics prone to tectonics
My sensors a lot sense
Use power of sonics
The diligent phonies
Physics of cyber dense
Light
a match
let it spark
red, white, and blue.
Each hue’s so distinct.
Three, but truly we’re one.
Devour pain now and free peace,
consume the flame become fireworks.
A clear mind stems from understanding
dense differences build United States.
If I were to speak, would my words pierce the dense silence that surrounds me like a shroud,
Or would they be lost within it like a dream adrift in the morning mist, forgotten and unknown?
Not every sound penetrates this stasis, heavy and filled with mysteries hidden in shadow,
I watch the crowds pass by me, as if my pulse were a thread of smoke, invisible.
My whisper is a gentle murmur, always on the edge, never loud enough to matter,
What silent pains do you carry, my love, like stones hidden in your soul?
Does guilt overwhelm you when you ignore the fragile things that dwell in shadow, unknown,
Or do they lose their power in your heart, like memories that slip away like sand through fingers?
In the dust I breathe beneath the wooden floor, I trace lines through cracks, a hidden sanctuary,
A secret refuge of cobwebs and shadows, where everything that disappears seeks to find its place.
Here, all that is unseen searches for meaning, to weave its story into the eternal silence,
Like an echo vibrating through time, in search of purpose, of a calling beyond the horizon.
dense mobility
of learners in chairless room
stops at wet market
.
Behind mine
the creek's ripple
Front
hern nymph came
bearing
pink flowers
tap
a dense fog
followed the rain
like the billowing steam
of a locomotive train
yet the fog never left me
just denser, insane
If I were to take a sledgehammer
Grip it tender but tight
So its iron skull may send
A scathing speech to your sternum
Would bricks take flight,
Or are you truly that dense?
Amidst the dense forest
he found rays of light
for the high-wire act
he enacted each night
From the arms of one branch
he leaped, to land in another
Embracing love's chances
in risque romances ...
With dawn, a tiny voice stirred
deep down within him
'It's time to go home
no more this night roam'
Yet the thrill of the high-wire
enticed him to stay
Just one more branch
and he'd call night a day
So he leaped one more time
but missing the arms
Crashed into a trunk
that raised an alarm ...
... in the pale light of dawn
that hung o'er the woods
before his eyes his true wife
~ forsaken, she stood
Tree is standing still,
Oh! the tree is standing still.
Dense difficulties stiff it,
Still its muscular branches ready to beat it.
Atrocious time will land and soon will reach its end,
However its sturdy branches never let it to bend.
Tree is standing still,
Oh! the tree is standing still.
Dense difficulties stiff it,
Still its muscular branches ready to beat it.
Adaptation is Adaptation living is born to learn,
New change rise in trun.
Tree is standing still,
Oh! the tree is standing still.
Dense difficulties stiff it,
Still its muscular branches ready to beat it.
I never go to the doctors much at all.
My new primary inherited me when
my prior doctor left last fall.
I made the appointment because I was sick
and feared I'd been bitten by a Lyme's tick.
When I asked the new doctor to order a
Western Blot, the most accurate test,
this is what I got.
"I've been practicing medicine for thirty years,"
his volume increased as it burned my ears.
"Your blood pressure is high", obvious to see,
and then he proceeded to lecture me...
"Your vessels have narrowed, probably full of plaque.
Your going have a stroke or a heart attack".
This doctor must have thought me deaf or may be just
dense. I got a good dose of his arrogance.
I don't remember asking for a prescription for mean but
he was definitely the angriest doctor I've ever seen.
Well, off to see my cardiologist.
His bed side manner is the best.
AGAPE LOVE
There's a heart of infinite love
Which reaches down to man
But oh we have a tarnished view
Of our great Creator's plan
The Father sent His Son to us
To give us such a glimpse
Of what His glory's all about
And yet we are so dense
He wants so much for us to see
His love is really true
But with all the evidence
We barely have a clue
We have so much more to learn
Of what love is all about
But as we open up our eyes
We'll begin to sing and shout
Because when that love is in our heart
And we understand it more
Our love for all will grow intense
As we near the heavenly shore
Copyright, Kathryn Search
A story of suffering, two people you know
one of them close, the other not so
a painful experience mutual for both
you made about you and off your head blows
missing the point and taking offence
it included close family and one of his friend
somehow about you making you tense
respond to me rudely because you are dense
Preconceived notions see this acceptable
I'm rude to your rudeness but yours aint detectable
with me it's acceptable to show no respect at all
you made it about you and now you're upset you fool
My story, my suffer, it was not about you,
some people are stupid, but what can you do
they upset themselves and justify too
the brain doesn't work, it just never grew
Learning and not gaining the knowledge of truth,
virtues loss that talent is sold by reason proof.
The intellect in doubt when stupidity is confident,
the ignorance and its conscientious consequent.
The atheist’s ego and stress to believe in higher power,
recognized by being corrected and turning sour.
The loss of integrity by prudent act of knowledge,
but foolish expose that folly inferior grudge.
Delight of senseless proof in fact,
killing the potential of embrace in act.
Emotional intelligence the sphere of love,
believing or not are desperations for all above.
The power to control needs a story told,
ageless entities forever bold.
Entities of numbers have endless frames,
giving scientist room to theoretic claims.
Belief is the freewill of individuality,
where big bang becomes a lollipop sanctuary.
Expensive education the holy drag,
where every degree is a smoking ***.
By turning times to become a admired elite,
the evolution to turn into a Aphrodite.
The consequence of ego’s appetite,
making love to ones owns satisfied.
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