Detecting a red hue on earth’s outer edge,
we cannot deny heart anticipates dawn,
which although seems promised, we yet take no pledge
in predicting how and when we’ll be reborn.
When bliss magnetism rises day after day,
why would we pretend to look the other way,
more so when now we do clearly understand,
that it is God Who lovingly holds our hand?
No pressure, greater than
That from within
It awakens something within you
Picturing the future
Detecting and reflecting your setbacks
Playing back your competence.
No pleasure nourishing
And memorable than
Those you gave yourself
Doing whatever you like
Buying whatever you like
Without bothering or depending on anyone.
People decorate lies
Then disfigure the truth
No companion
Greater than
The one built on/with
Trust, loyalty and respect.
Love and harmony their everyday life.
Mr soldier
Drop your weapon, your gun
Here is not a war zone but a city
Use your wisdom, ain't you educated
Harassing a civilian, instead of protecting them
Your duty is detecting the criminals not a commoner.
Mr soldier
You're not stronger than the people
You're only armed and authorize not the mighty
Drop your arrogance, it's not important
Stop the intimidation and pick up humility.
Mr soldier
I've got so much respect for you
Defending and protecting our nation
From oppositions even amidst dangers
But I despise oppression
Humiliating an innocent citizen.
The lighthouse stands alone neath the dark moon;
its beacon light aglow like angel arms
upon the restless waves that roar in tune
like flying witches screaming loud alarms.
Dark, eerie scenes most seen on Halloween;
black cats and owls that screech laments from trees.
But here, the lonely lighthouse stands between
the angry sea and mysteries that seize-
to join the moon detecting with some light
whatever fears appear this ghostly night.
Upon the restless waves that roar in tune
the lighthouse stands alone neath the dark Moon.
The babies of the fall
The fairest of them all
They live to weigh the scales
‘Cause “Justice will prevail”
They’re social butterflies
Personalities full of charm
Their smiles, you’ll memorize
“They’re sweet so what’s the harm?”
They love beautiful things
They’re into casual flings
But these ones tend to cling
Like an angel to its wings
These lovers are the sweetest
They’ll take your heart to Venus
They can also be the meanest
‘Cause kindness ain’t their weakness
With their lie detecting skills
You’ll be running for the hills
But they’ll treat you like royalty
If they know you’ve got loyalty
They’ve got the gift of gab
Their heart is up for grabs
They’re romantic to the core
They’ll leave you wanting more
Detecting deception,
our eye nonjudgmental
and blissful heart tranquil
but saw a weary soul,
slowly trudging uphill.
Detecting deception,
in a drop that rebelled,
we but saw its soul’s light,
seeking greener pastures,
to feel bliss beat’s delight.
Detecting deception,
by egos gone astray,
driven by dark instinct,
all we could see was their
yearning to be love inked.
Detecting deception,
by poets seeking praise,
all we saw was their dread,
resisting love and light,
head not by conscience led.
When big brother becomes too big
So large it has to put on a larger wig
When the inner cloister is as big as the outer
And detecting dissension becomes too easy to stir
That is when its helm begins to self-sabotage
The appeal of change is no longer a mirage
Its sheer weight disables its ability to pivot
Like Rome’s fall, emerges ignitable toxic glut
The regime self-implodes with the slightest match
The life of a fraud officer
For eight years
I worked as a fraud officer
Combating visa and passport fraud
Back when I worked
As a US diplomat.
In Mumbai
There was so much fraud
But we often had no choice
But to hold our noise
And issue visas.
In Spain not as much
But still quite a bit.
I learned the hard way
So many people
Are con men and women.
Lying, cheating
To get what they want.
One learned to not take it personally
Just part of the job
Working in a broken down visa system.
Where if the client has a good lawyer
And the paperwork looked legit
They would prevail.
And so the constant games
The lies and deceit continued
To this day.
I became so cynical
About people
But detecting fraud
Was like playing detective.
Once in a while
We were able to deny
A visa.
When the fraudulent activity
Was too blatant to ignore.
If you ain't discipline
You will keep living wrong
Going astray
Thinking you're on your way
Going insane
Living in insanity
Believing in illusion,
Forgetting about reality.
In the pursuit of success
You can't substitute discipline
Right in your low,
Discipline is the elevator picking you up
It's the driver
Taking you safely to your destination easily.
You can't and will never
Conquer without discipline
Whenever it's time for growth
Discipline is essential not inessential
It illuminate the shadows
Detecting all defects
For you to eliminate
So you can elevate easily and effortlessly.
Resilience Unveiled”
To the woman who weeps upon betrayal’s blade, Her heart’s fragile wings, in tempests swayed. Yet within pain’s chisels, a metamorphosis blooms, Mating intelligence refined, wisdom consumes.
She deciphers subtle cues in future mates’ eyes, No longer blinded by love’s sweet disguise. Her heart, a compass, guides through the storm, Detecting low mate value, keeping her warm.
But what of the other woman, entwined? Dancing with deception, love’s twisted bind. Her prize: a man who betrayed with ease, A heart ill at ease, history’s infidelity keys.
Days pass, the all-woman stands tall, Dress discarded, memories small. Her worth, her happiness—her own throne, No charity case, no borrowed zone.
Malice whispers, venomous hiss, She invokes Hanlon’s razor, dismissing the abyss: “Never attribute to malice,” she imparts, “That which is explained by stupidity’s arts.”
Human behavior, folly and wisdom entwine, And silently, one weeps upon life’s knife.
I want a daily dose of Perry Mason
(with a sweet side-dish of Della Street thrown in),
the episodic filmed in black and white one.
Give me just one hour every weekday mornin'
of charming Mister Drake detecting where, why,
when Mason's hostile witness will tell a lie,
and then confess murdering his evil boss
without remorse and not counting it as loss.
I’m going out on a lark;
That I’m not fraid of the dark;
Though I be on point;
Not living the life in this joint
Suspect
Music moment of the time;
Rhythms and themes;
Tarnished polished dreams;
Not giving of sorts;
And in all of this, we all miss
Detective, detecting---
Suspect
11/4/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2023©
detecting a subtle sense of urgency arise
we pause the upsurge, going to the source
being but the eternal aliveness of our soul
as yet playfully exploring its creative impulse
which seemingly for no reason bubbles forth
so we do nothing save distilling the life flow
in the cauldron of bliss ever humming within
neither seeking nor resisting ~ just renewing
moments conjoined in the continuum of time
24-November-2022
Your never alone when you
Have good friends to pull you through
The dark days you are feeling
That send you mind and heart reeling
Into a place hard to escape
Let your friends love drape
A shield of care and protection
As your brain is now detecting
A light that is breaking through
The heartache you once knew
I weep for days, weeks, or longer.
Tears flow quickly anyway, and the sob clinger.
Crying proceeds when tears cease.
I have been feeling my squat angel for weeks.
I clutch sacred trust to hope against my will.
I'm keen on detecting her tone and feeling her quill.
People's memories are starting to wane.
However, I abide on battling with fierce pain.
Consistently, you actually tell me to "rest tight."
You could actually toss a kiss once at night.
So every time I wake up in the morning,
Once again, it is my heart that is mourning.
Now by gone will I be a complete person.
Just proceed and hide. The agony will worsen.
Written: August 12, 2022
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