Articulate clearly.
Express wishes
Wavered
Compassionate dearly
Emotional conviction
Deviating from distinct behaviors
3/29/26
written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2026
I signed up for a tour not knowing it even existed.
The grand canyon of the inner working mind.
On it we visited the train of thought, the big divide and dilapidated amusing parks.
Even though the skies were open, it lacked the coolness of a planetarium.
My tour-guide's name is la-la-la Lloyd.
And was told to flow and follow with him closely.
But dealing with distant distractions kept me deviating.
Tried using divination to get back on the path.
Yet there was no signal or reception of intuition.
Don't mind my wandering, as I will eventually come back to the handed t-ask.
As all logical functions are lacking in this fuzzy world of Quantum Reality.
Finally, a local spirit animal orientated me to a last known marker.
Making me rendez-vous with your rounded-view.
Luckily made it in time for the last spectacle.
After picking some contraband souvenirs.
Got me wondering what percent should I be tipping?
For this all knowing tour-guide that provided me this a-maz-i-ng trip.
If I could go back in time,
I’d go back to when I believed in soulmates
the way I believe the stars in the night sky
guide us to a predetermined destiny.
Poorly illuminated by the moon,
leaving you to seek yourself intentionally.
Well,
I’ve learned you can throw away fate
when you make an extremist choice,
deviating against that destiny.
Like salmon in the springtime,
we kill ourselves only to respawn,
and reinvent new regret
in search of things we think we need
but already possess.
Now,
I don’t mean to come off as nihilistic or depressed,
but I’m slowly starting to stop believing in prepackaged outcomes,
and have come to the conclusion
that only children believe in soulmates.
At least I did when I was a kid.
Now I know for certain,
love only exists when it’s convenient,
and the stars, more often than not,
pick favorites.
Easy to entrance the sycophants watch their helpless dance their back and forth swaying and swooning, in cunnilingual somniloquence.
Droning and drooling with flattering and fawning, turgently swelling, spouting placating pleasantries, a mess of gushing adulation.
Self exultation, craving congratulation by consensus for another conventional sensation, clamouring for congratulation in lurid inflated infatuation.
Curtailing castigation, striving in strides as pedestrian asperation gives rise to typical inspiration, stillted it saunters soulessly, provoking predicable platitudes.
Dreary dedication denoting the humdrum and the ho-hum, tirelessly tiring, offering effortlessly banal bestowments bequeathing a tepid tranquillising testimonial.
Uniform, unchanged, unilateral applause, amplifying abysmal analogies, articulating dearth depictions of derivative denotations.
Cryptic quips collapse carelessly caused by cumbersome correlating contradictions, deviating detrimentally forth fatuous flutterings.
Stale sentiment, sterile superfluous suppositions, garishly guilded in grandure,
Repetitious rudimentary ruminations, repackaged and retold.
Concentrate
So you can penetrate
Through that concrete
Which are obstacles, denials and more
Into your concealed dreams or visions
Without deviating from your mission.
Focus and keep looking ahead
So you don't loose guard
Then fall back or resent
That's what a coward does
Relenting or forfeiting dreams.
Distraction is an enemy
That steals your glory
Gain victory over you
If you ain't focus or curious
So; concentrate on what's ahead of you
Concentrate on the necessities
Forget about the naysayers
People always have something to talk.
Weekend clouds remind me of home
Deviating myself not to be alone
The sky during sunset turns pale
I fell into a loophole the day after.
Many hold you during the first breath
They will be there behind, watching you
Even moments with mates never fade,
You hope to have eternal time again.
Get the one-time opportunity to excel
Unleashing potential aligned with purpose
Unveiling fair play with the time I have
And make my purpose a mighty farewell.
Many surround you after the last breath
They will be there behind, watching you
Make the most of the time you will have
Make it glad as you left home with pride.
How endearing the innocence of life was,
When blissfully it started, with a blank canvas,
Cherishing in mother’s love and warmth,
Happy as can be, cuddled in loving arms,
Flaunting vigor of adorable, zealous charm.
Life ran into hurdles as it learned to walk,
Stumbled, yet got up, after every fall,
Giggled and babbled, learning to talk;
And from gibberish, as cogent words formed,
How flawless, pure, beginning of life was!
Soon, as it donned unique shape and form,
Colors adorned fabric of once empty canvas,
In brushstrokes of inspiration and resolve,
Enlisting hope, amidst despairs of loss,
And beams of light upon tenebrous clouds.
On ambitions it thrived, braving passionately,
Yet, encountered unbearable abyss of grief
As doubt and dismay churned in defeats
And failures sprouted within complacency,
Deviating from path of purposeful deeds.
From inner peace, as wisdom vibes chimed,
Life freed from mundane, agitation of strife,
Triumphant when dreams and reality rhymed,
Questing for tranquility in eternity of time,
Retouching feats-unfinished on canvas of life.
I think big of a new day,
With expectations on my way,
Of being a better version,
Of what I was yesterday.
A new day begins, a few minutes pass
I hope for motivation to long last
But never does it happen, it's an ugly fact
My mind keeps on deviating from its actual track.
I spend a couple of hours
being absolutely unproductive
"I'll stop at the nth - hour"
That's a fake truth comforting
Watching pointless stuff on my phone
I have truly mastered
The art of wasting my time
It's an unpaid job where I've prospered.
But when asked about my productivity rate
by those relatives with whom you can never relate
I start panicking and create a whole mess
Of coming and going stories but still no progess.
I look back at myself,
the n - number of days wasted,
tears roll down my face,
and my heart is full of regret.
That's when I realize,
that I have a hard way to go,
and so my journey begins,
but just then something happens,
"A notification sound?" perhaps my best friend,
and I believe you have predicted what happens next,
by now I have made this journey for more complexed,
yet this cycle keeps on repeating itself.....
Psychic energy that is misspent on an idea,
perhaps an object, and often on a person,
is referred to as a cathexis, an action
to satisfy an urge or need that can worsen.
In his explored psychoanalytical theory
of personality disorders, Sigmund Freud
theorized about this rather unhealthy drive
in which a life can be hindered or destroyed.
He believed that psychic energy is found
within the id, the ego, and the superego
The id directs a person's most basic needs,
deviating reality, but just how far will it go?
To satisfy the fanatic compulsion it craves
it can throw someone's energy into disarray,
This personality disorder is totally cognitive,
borderline psychotic, leading the mind astray.
Ego cathexis is a median nature of narcissism
causing a break down of stored up emotions.
Anger may occur, irrational to say the least,
often filling the brain with devious notions.
May 9, 2023
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A catholic priest from the Scottish highlands,
Scotus treaded a nonconformist philosophic path,
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Digressing from the prevalent dualist tenet of his times,
he denied the distinction between essence and existence,
the abstract concept of living in monism perception
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He countered the contention of divine illumination,
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I have nothing to declare
But my genius
To when it comes
To the friend's i choose
to keep me company
along my way
And steer me from deviating
from a righteous path and
a life well lead
And not into a self inflicted
head-on car crash or wrong
direction i was hell bound
on taking
And was destined to follow in and
person become without their
honesty and privy council
The gravits i so was in need of
in order to keep my feet firmly
planted down on earthly ground
And my head out of the
fluffy clouds enveloping me
thus far before they discovered
i
Anchor buried spurs ensure attachment
Hatches battoned down forbid intrusion
Watertight twine form fidelity's augment
Underpinning intimacy, disciplined union
Ashore in our two mortal trampled petals
Synchronisity sings in branchless canopy
Rose vine vital blood throbs bloat vessels
Deviating tracks twist thorns into arteries
Wants collide on potpurri crackle pungent
Reliant psyches quiet a cyclic voyage solo
Duo devoted woven dig sea floor plummet
Adherence bouys forever's precious cargo
10th April
Exception defines nothing
In wartime, is it not?
It is only the softer sound
Of a poem
The laughter of children...
Stories of old aged buddies...
A Deviating sound
From the norm.
With a resonating effect his warm
breath breathes me in
Within his gentle vibrations and
unwavering discipline
Treats me as a goddess taking
note of my equations
Loving my lines never deviating
from my smooth variations
Inspiring my creativity allowing
my determined mission
Leaving apprehensions to be
lost in perfect condition
Flowing with my curves
caressing my contours
Abstract notions becoming
lifelike and obscure
Protecting our heavens celestial
lights from above
Experiencing every emotion in
the name of love
10/24/2020
the seasons always treated him with all kinds of rain shine and storms
but he was never the fall guy and enjoyed deviating from dogma and norms
with fresh springs in his step he rebelled as if there was no future tomorrow
which brought him satisfaction and joy but also fierce rejection and sorrow
summer brought heated adjustment to society’s wishes and compromise
he sold out for a while became calmer but was still rather foolishly unwise
now he is in the autumn years of his life and calls for reflection and balance
but harmony still eludes his equilibrium and sometimes he drifts into trance
the rational mind fights with the emotional counterpart for solutions in vain
does not always resolve differences and contradictions and leaves him in pain
but while his branches get brittle the roots shaky and leaves turn into fine dust
of winter composure with longer shadows he knows that all seasons need trust
12th September
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