Stay dangerous
Even when you are in pain
Stay sharp
Never retreat into darkness
Stay alert
Dont be caught off guard
Stay disciplined
Don’t succumb to weakness
Stay mysterious
Until time is right
Then fall like lighting
The Fourth rose hard fire tracing lines across the sky
Then you went quiet slipping past the noise without reply
Vietnam lived in you like a shadow that never left
A war carried inward silent disciplined and deft
At fifty you stepped out of the world with no parade
While fireworks kept burning blind to the cost you paid
Now each July Fourth stands rigid cold and bright
And July Fifth returns thirty years held in that light
Stay hopeful , optimist : Continuous.
Ignore indolence , be active, serious.
‘Forget frustration. Obtain options.’: Various
‘Have confidence on yourself.’ Be ambitious.
Explore world, being inquisitive, curious.
Zeal, enthusiasm should act spontaneous.
Follow Truth and Honesty being courageous.
Moral efforts can never run superfluous.
‘Devotion, diligence bring success.’: Marvelous !
‘Taste of descent disciplined life’: Delicious !
On journey of life, be precise, righteous.
Life is wonderful. Make it hopeful, glorious.
Each day begins with pain refined to grace,
her body bent but never breaking—not yet.
The mirror has no room for soft embrace.
A leap, a turn—each muscle must erase
the doubt that lingers like a hidden debt.
Each day begins with pain refined to grace.
The music calls, a disciplined and silent chase,
no step misplaced, no ragged breath to fret.
The mirror has no room for soft embrace.
Bunions and blisters bloom where satin ribbons lace,
for pirouettes she doth obsess, refusing to pause or let~
each day begins with pain refined to grace.
The stage demands what training can’t replace:
a will that burns but never leaves a sweat.
The mirror has no room for soft embrace.
And when the final curtain begins to close,
the aches remain, ghosts the ballerina does not forget.
Each day begins with pain refined to grace.
The mirror holds no room for soft embrace.
Longevity does not belongs to , how many years a person lives,
but how meaningful life becomes.
True path of living , Life should be joyful, healthy, and prosperous;
The right meaning appears ,when health and life walk hand in hand.
There are three essential dimensions—
physical, mental, and social, Remain healthy and balanced;
only then you can contribute positively to society ,and perform meaningful work.
Keep yourself aware and disciplined.
Do not place to much stress upon your head.
Do exercise , not stay idle ,Do not remain lonely or withdrawn.
Keep moving along with happiness; take the path of joy and continue forward.
Then you will understand
what the meaning of life truly is—
health and happiness together is the meaning of longevity .
it is not merely living a long life.
The real purpose of living
is to live with purpose,with good thoughts and meaningful actions.
That is only true longevity.
He came bearing
a polished memoir,
wrapped in the grammar of duty,
stitched carefully
with the threads of allegiance.
The pages marched proudly—
disciplined, measured,
dressed in the language
of statecraft and survival.
Yet beneath the polished sentences,
ghosts wandered barefoot.
The ashes still remembered
the names of children
history buried too quickly.
Mothers still carried
silence like broken calabashes
upon their heads.
And the rivers of the East—
they have not forgotten.
For memory is stubborn.
It sleeps lightly.
It wakes
at the sound of old justifications.
He spoke of unity,
of difficult choices,
of burdens carried
for the preservation of a nation.
But nations are not preserved
by eloquence alone.
Sometimes history kneels,
not for defense,
but for repentance.
And so the book arrived
like rain that touched the earth
without entering it.
For many sons and daughters
of the red soil,
it sounded less
like a full reckoning
and more
like a door left half-open—
an incomplete confession
standing quietly
before a wounded generation
still waiting
for language heavy enough
to carry sorrow.
Her efforts were meticulous
she was picky, persnickety, fastidiously present
her reputation for thoroughness was pristine
her plans were methodical and orderly, disciplined
her operandi clean, clear and correct
we all let her do it her way and by herself
My Dogs
How happy my dogs are to find a tree.
Raising one leg, what fun it is to pee.
They are a disciplined crew.
All three line up in a queue.
When they are done, a flowing stream you’ll see!
My Cat
I have a pet, a little tabby cat
She likes to curl inside my frilled brown hat
She has bristle like whiskers
Not strong as that of tuskers
In daylight she sprawls on my woolly mat
Big complex words often disguise
how good design begins at the nitty-gritty,
with clarity, accuracy, and precision,
pointing straight at the essential core idea.
It is not endless conceptualizing,
brainstorming, strategizing, or theorizing,
stacking abstractions upon frameworks
until the original purpose dissolves.
Strangely, the path toward simplicity
often means wandering through complexity first,
through failed attempts, diversions, and revisions
slowly stripping the unnecessary away.
Every trial removes another layer,
clearing noise from the heart of the problem,
until only the kernel remains—
often requiring the courage to start anew.
In the end, simplicity is not pure genius.
But a disciplined understanding made explicit;
nothing left to add, nothing left to remove—
Simplicity is elegance in design in retrospect.
for my Son Frankie
The way that
you live your life
and the things that
you do and accomplish
Amazes Me- - - - - - -
It baffles my mind
how you can
be so composed
while going through
your daily existence
You are driven
by a higher force
determined, disciplined,
dedicated and devoted
to your goals and desires
Your makeup is tremendous
all while only
23 years old
You never stress,
just handle what
You have to do- - - - -
Amazing!
Blessed union covenant
Beloved you and I together
Is in the center, of this
As He God allows we assist
When God is in the center of this relationship. Agape, you are my center, covenant, love God, you are myself. Control my disciplined, hold. My heart beat lord, my breath, my life, my covenantal love
Got you are myself control my disciplined, hold my heart, beat lord, my breath, my life
Blessed union covenant.
Beloved, you and I together,
God is the center of this relationship.
Agape, you are my center convenantal love
My love God is in you
My heart beat true
Yorm given me a true love
In you and Him a sure love
Covenant blessed union
As Christ love the church.
Jehovah Jireh
Jehovah Rafa
Jehovah Nissi
5/2/26
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2026
toast with one leg
pink gurus mocking
but don't bother to beg--
their pedestal secret,
such disciplined form
starts from the egg
The church is small.
The paint
peels
in disciplined flakes.
Candles lean toward each other
like conspirators.
I light one
for reasons I cannot defend.
The flame trembles,
but remains.
Outside,
the wind practices disbelief.
Inside,
wax insists on hope.
Seeing her through the painting, I behold a lady who is:
Artistic in her own right
Beauteous midst obscurity-blight
Courageous to expose perspective's plight
Disciplined along desire for remaining bright
Empowered upon angst toward freedom flight.
Looking at her, I see a woman who:
Fulfills her roles with dignity
Gears herself through bliss' spontaneity
Hoists hopefulness upon firm faith's tenacity
Influences others through good works' sincerity
Journeys along life via divine control of the Almighty.
Psychological Pain — a quieter Fire —
That eats the Mind by Degrees —
No Smoke betrays its Occupation —
No Cry confirms the Breeze —
Psychical Pain — a subtler Guest —
It enters without a Door —
And rearranges all the Rooms
We thought were Safe before —
Old Age — the Keeper of the Keys —
Turns softly — one by one —
The Locks that held the Yesterdays
Till all their Work is done —
Untreated Grief — long disciplined —
Behind Compartment Walls —
Now hears the Mortar loosening —
Now feels the Plaster fall —
Each former Hour — released at once —
A Crowd without a Name —
The Child — the Wound — the Aftermath —
The Echo and the Flame —
The Mind — astonished by its Weight —
Bends under Memory —
As though the Past — mistook the Time
And claimed Eternity —
Yet even here — a strange Relief —
In Ruin — Truth appears —
For what collapses — also frees
The Heart — from silent Years —
And Pain — though absolute — may teach
What Stone could never say —
That Survival — is the bravest Art
The Soul performs — each Day--
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