Love is a candle burning at both ends.
We’re staring at colors not yet meant to be framed.
A prototype mixture of vermilion and cerulean,
raised to the power of negative sixteen in transmittance.
Deliverance delayed, waiting in the DLC.
Within the range of projected infamy,
unnamed protocols remain unrendered, once derailed,
absorbed by parameters etched into
the Everlasting Struggle.
The unyielding, plain color of pain.
RED. RED. RED. RED.
I wish I’d never seen you from so far away.
Doppler blue. Roentgen to Gray.
But I was only ten milliseconds astray.
How did phase become so overpowering?
Amaranth-fuchsia is said to delay even faith.
Love, in its highest sincerity,
is a candle that
burns efficiently
at both ends.
If the world was run by John Conway,
or our young friend, Terrence Tao,
things would run smooth and efficiently,
and this is most provably how -
with the Sieve of Eratosthenes, it could be done.
Boys and girls would have so much fun.
and every boat and sailing ship
would glide upon a Mobius strip,
costing but root negative one.
Soiled soul salvation
that's what I'm hoping for
can these bent bones of endless sin
fit through the eye of a needle and
into heaven
Heaven is where the
saved and forgiven go
when their finished bottom feeding
from this poison fishbowl
so, I've read -so I'm told.
What we have in common
is that everyone wants to know
if there's life after this life
does lt go on forever
or does our chalky soul hit a black brick wall of nothingness
and whisper... "is that all there is?"
Doesn't there have to be a reason for all of this
one cell to a trillion stars never reached
rocket ship wishes
the blind inbred offspring of ego and technology.
Maybe I wasn't the best candidate to gift life to...
didn't pray efficiently
to many insults and not enough praise.
I was a fraud in all honesty
but you can't say my imperfections weren't perfect
I mastered imperfection
that in itself has worth
but is it worthy of better realms...
and what of hell?
Soiled soul salvation
can a bent freak fit through the eye of a needle
and into heaven
maybe I can slither in the back door...
soiled soul salvation
I'm praying for soiled soul salvation.
Life is not just about living it's learning to live more efficiently
I’m so excited about this election
about America and our direction
We’ll trust old men
to make big decisions
elderly men
of compassion and vision
Men who were there
when the work was done
when we went to the moon
and warred in Vietnam
A glorious age is at hand
we’ll be safe in those trembling hands
One who launched a murderous insurrection*
Another who can’t even follow simple directions
They will grasp what needs to be done,
our land will be free and efficiently run
We’ll trust old men
who think with precision
to keep us safe
with complex decisions
Men who were there
when the work was done
promoting corporate advantage
and environmental damage
A glorious age is at hand
we’ll be safe in those trembling hands
I’m so excited about this election
about America and our direction
.
.
Officer, Brian D. Sicknick was murdered by rioters, beaten to death with a fire extinguisher. 113 other police officers were injured trying to protect our capital on January 6th, 2021.
Tigers are the biggest cat in the wild
They love to pounce on their prey.
They lunge at animals' necks.
With their powerful jaws they hold on tight.
They pounce on and attack
Deer, wild boar and baby elephants.
When ill or injured, they will kill people
They can't catch their normal prey.
Tigers are known to hunt from dusk until dawn
When their prey are more active.
Their strong legs and sharp claws
Help them take down their prey efficiently.
Their keen sense of hearing and sight
Allow them to attack with precision.
Their unique coat patterns allow them
To get close to prey without being detected.
The Dutch were
1 of the first
To voyage , journey and discover
The high seas because they used
Windmills to mechanically power saws
Enabling them to built ship's quicker
faster and more efficiently
So had a far superior naval fleet
New York
Was
New Amsterdam
Dutch East India Company
Tulips were the 1st commodity traded
Ergo the Stock Exchange Market
The Carrot was is in fact
Purple in colour it's a bulb
They made it and turned it into
Orange in colour
Most of the majority of the Netherlands
They reclaimed built canals in order
To take the land back
And also in the process
Made it fertile afterwards enough
To farm and live off prosperously
And is progressive and religiously tolerant
Not bad and pretty impressive
All things being considered
Started simply sustained systematically
Sorted out. Out of bounds boisterously
Bombarding bombing bombastic know how.
How the hooligans hounded the whole house.
Whole house stood on stilts.
Stilts, still Waters never dry.
Dry not to drought
Drought today pray it be tomorrow's
River. River? So how was horrendous
Waters run high. High above what was.
Was dengue fever subsided so
Scientifically speaking the dam
Had burst water up high.
High up to spaces never seen
Then it rained.
Feathered friends flying high
To perch upon evergreens.
Evergreens are sacred.
Now you know.
Excellently Exceptional say all
Words ending exploiting those
Efficiently ending in enders echoes
Etching out effecters effortly ends
With intended specialty especially
Enders game.
Game ending
Check mate
It seems to make a difference
when my personal
sadly mortal lifespan
unfolds a lively competition
against time
for lonely win/lose
0-sum expectations
Shared by individual EarthTribe species
unfolding a cooperative
win/win NonZero soulistic
eternal co-arising inside/outside,
contextually valued time
for cooperative
co-empathic lovely anticipations
reconnecting peak experience
transubstantiation
Which feels like rather too much to ask
and yet not enough
for deep sacred learning
sufficiently
efficiently
win/lose 0-sum
LeftBrain dominating
solidarity's resolve
with a solid Yes or No,
a simple Fast or Slow
individualistic anthroprivileged answer
to competing questions
WELL HERE 3rd John 1:2
Effectively, exhaustively, efficiently?
Be it’s well with you;
That you be?
~
As fit as a flea!
Provident;
Conscientiously!
1/30/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2023©
a LUNE POEM
The quick fix had worked so
She slipped the needle away,
Her little liquid friend that helped
Through each long working day.
A toot of the horn told her
He’s out there with her lift
For her to work the punters
From the pub leaving shift.
Only a whore they said
When the body was found,
A battered shop mannequin
Lying on waste ground.
With their numbers cut the
Police couldn’t do much more
And, as the papers had said,
She was only a whore.
Somebody said there
Was a child somewhere
Quietly and efficiently
Taken into care.
Three girls at the funeral
Hardly a significant memoriam
Then she was ushered off
To the local crematorium.
A cup of tea in a cafe
In memory of a working mate
Quickly slurped down as
The afternoon was getting late,
The girls went back to work:
With their habits to feed
Any fear they may have felt
Overcome by addiction’s need.
Not high class call girls
With upper class clientele
Just a poor exploited women
With only one thing to sell.
So, Austerity still rules,
Unfair decisions are made,
And poor women are still driven
To the rough end of the trade.
Have confidence in mind
And a strong will to achieve,
Solace in God if you can find
Great plans you can conceive,
To injustice if you are blind
Justice, you won't receive,
Clear mind has no fear,
Cheer will dry off tear,
Dear pal, God is near,
If God's name is chanted
Your soul works efficiently,
When boons are granted
Bliss comes sufficiently,
Problems are by fate invented
Find out a solution patiently!
The onset of construction
Left a gaping excavation.
They built a chain link fence
Around the hole.
Once the footers and foundation
Were sufficiently established
A dump truck load of gravel
Did its thing.
I have faith the task
Will be accomplished.
I have hope the work
Can be efficiently done.
But until I shovel
All that broken stone
Into the trench surrounding the slab,
This jobsite won’t be up to building code.
Of the virtues,
Faith, hope, and charity,
The only one that requires
Personal action
And accomplishes anything
In this world is charity.
Faith and hope are mere freeloaders
That only look after themselves.
My spiritual vulnerability
to feel persuaded
and powers to persuade
emerge curiously informed
by Others speaking suggestions
and my own inside power digestions
not yet said out loud,
uproarious
Yet co-arising
from life's multi-generational crowd
EarthDay choir
cyber cloud
singing and dancing every day
for Earth's integral potential,
sacramental organic health
reproducing GREEN capitalized wealth,
fabulously non fatuous
inside
as outside
nuturingly nutritious
above
as below
delightfully delicious
Suggestions that land
sync
resonate
with percussive persuasion,
efficiently efficacious.
Like
"Maybe you need appreciation
for who you are
already?"
non vindictively victorious
Maybe I want
more integrity,
synergy,
positive neurosystemic
organic
healthy
sacred holonic energy?
non glamorously glorious.
What would deem biding our critical concern?
What tolerably deep association would we learn?
Is it fair to firmly assert we utterly understand?
What has loomed and shielded stiff mend?
Do we promptly make every second count?
Is it sprung to say we are doomed to idly die to flout?
Heed the placid quiddity we are endeavoring.
It is drifting us by, oblivious of our lone value levering.
Is it genuine that these requests typically exist?
Because of the way that nobody can be sure?
They overshadow you like a goliath can desist.
It's unsatisfactory what the disposals efficiently are.
The vista is sorrowful, and the future looks bleak.
We expect a required course yet lack the will to seek.
Written: December 12, 2021
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