I beseech the sun to undress the stars...
Orphan feral cat wild wanders nix the blades of high grass
Wild feral tortured by the sour taste of touch bars
Camelot fluffy wild calico cat grasps
So, wake within the urban rose wilderness
Distraught unhinged unsorted missingness
So, such distorted envisioned and homeless
Meow Roar Feral
If I am your refrain, let me embrace burn...
Meow! More like a roar, razor claws
Lonely cat hunted, by humane laws
From the slicing/cutting of my flesh feral turns
Frighten, hungry or aroused cat’s wild hounds
Laden dormant on the early autumn grounds
Until a dog catcher Captured, collared and cage
Meow Roar Wild Feral
NEVER SAY NEVER…. not ever or at no time possible is anything dormant
a blindman can see things without his eyes envisioned and focus
A face can be wash with just the tears flowing from
Just because you’re a man doesn’t mean you weak if you cry out
You can truly, truly, make it if you don’t give up just try free will
Open mindedness is the blank thought that can be virility filled
Never use never narrative because it leaves no room for changing
Because of dislikes and hardships, dislikes or doubting keep going
Even a deaf person can hear a vison sound beats within the hearts-eyes reign
Being uncertain certain that change is a thing nothing permanent wait for a change
A Saturday morning.
A peek of sun rays as indication,
And as usual
Birds chirp greetings as they pass by,
admiring MAMA as she sings along to
"Another day in paradise".
Mesmerised, Grandfather turns up the volume
on his antique radio.
A ghost smile plastered on his face
as he takes a sip of his African beer.
Oh, how peaceful those days were.
The days of our mothers and fathers
Dancing to "Burn out" by Sipho Mabuse.
Worry quivering
at the scent of peace depicted in the environment.
What a rayful day to envision such,
with fragments of nostalgia never had.
There are promises about forevermore
That sadly get pushed aside.
Their reality is beyond our comprehension
So they often get denied.
Is it because human logic
Says a beginning must have an end?
A conclusion somehow comforts us.
A metaphoric friend.
We have only known life
As we see it now.
So the idea of no more troubles
Seems impossible somehow.
The promises of forevermore
Include no more hunger and thirst.
A humane and loving society
Where we all put others first.
They tell of peace and happiness
No more wars again on earth.
Every living form is treated
With the respect and dignity it's worth.
"He will swallow up death forever"
No more funerals to attend.
No more final breathes exhaled
By a family member or friend.
No more scary stories
About how our planet will die.
"The earth remains forever"
And will expose this careless lie!
In times of fear, sorrow and darkness,
It's very hard to see
How what's envisioned with eyes of faith
Will soon come to be.
But the promises of forevermore
Are trustworthy. Are true.
For they come from the most reliable source ~
The creator of me and you.
Our expectations rarely match
Reality, it seems,
For it’s not possible to snatch
The dazzle of our dreams.
The same applies to dreaded fears
Which cloud a coming date.
The truth, when it at last appears,
Proves we can’t speculate
About what hasn’t yet occurred;
Such attitudes waste time.
Our future’s either dark or blurred
And changes on a dime.
So whether outcomes fall quite short
Or drastically exceed
Whatever we’d envisioned
What is always guaranteed
Is that no one ever knows for sure,
Including every sage,
If our hopes or fears are premature,
Until we turn the page.
A red horse deemed to be slow
A name never meant to glow.
Conceived with short-lived strengths
Energy of unknown, inconceivable running lengths.
Envisioned to tire fast
In races and places that never last.
Rolling thunder is its sounding gaits
Roller coaster in trudging haits.
Seasoned horse of the Seventies
Time of a racing icon.
Tempest of the Oval, grafitto in oblivion!
Beyond the jungle of the evergreens
Were metal points in the sky
that surpassed the highest peaks
The tones of the structure
Were of grays,
Browns,
And creams
Multi-layered with window frames,
Two outer concrete figures,
And a brown door with a pearl-like handle
That was envisioned by dreams
This mystic gingerbread-like
Fortress had no visible road to proceed
It seemed it liked its seclusion
Not even a sight of living figurines
But what kept it company were the critters
That hid among the trees and stream
Trees traced of piney, woodsy, subtle with a sweet scent
Was among the light breeze
The stream was cloud-like flowing
With its own flow-like routine
The water was so fresh it had an earthy aroma,
With natural minerals in between
After breakfast the squirrels and deer would
Watch the blue skies as they gleam
Though you may not see the fortress
While diving as it seems
You can try to find its hiding spot
Among the peaks between the trees
Newer, ever-more powerful telescopes
Crystal-clear, precise pixel images
Outer space as never envisioned before
~ And the aliens among us for decades already
I saw you only once.
You were draped in a saree,
The cerulean colour of the sea-waves,
Your hair was in braids,
Reminded me of the darkest cloud in the rainy season,
Your face was devoid of any embellishment,
Your body was not adorned with ornaments,
As if you, the woman of my dream, my treasured beloved,
had risen from the bottom of the ocean,
Only for me.
I felt numb when I found you,
You are the one I was searching for all my life,
an image of perfection I envisioned,
You are the one who I want to cherish all my life,
You are the one I feel fortunate to be with,
You are right in front of me,
But you are not mine!
Where were you so long, which corner of the universe?
Why did I never have a chance to meet you?
May be on the sandy shores of Arabian Sea,
Why not in a far corner of Thor desert?
Why didn’t you appear to me under the canopy of a starlit sky,
wiping all darkness from my life?
You are the eternal gift I waited for,
I saw you once, only once,
We never met again!
I looked up to them as ideals
But they put me through ordeals
Of compassion, of respect, of kindness—
The people I envisioned were too unreal.
Strangled and throttled by the vines
How could I forget to read the signs
Of beauty, of hope, of fairness—
The life I strived for was too unreal.
Unnoticed, I'm fading away
So tired now, I don't want to stay
Of serenity, of tranquility, of happiness—
The world I dreamed of was too unreal.
I had to let someone know
But you had to deliver the final blow
Of love, of empathy, of humility—
The concept of you in my mind was too unreal.
I’ve tasted her heart with my mind, my spirit and soul;
I held her in mine arms in vision, I’m not letting go;
I’ve envisioned her Father’s daughter forever alive;
Eternally well, for all is well, always ALL IS WELL, sigh!
Extreme phenomenal triumphant joyous celebratory;
State of happiness invested reverence glory;
-----Jubilant
3/16/26
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.2026©
I am totally aware when you met me,
I was nothing like your mind envisioned
me to be,
or wanted me to be,
or desired me to be,
at least not visually.
But are you aware that the inner me,
the part of me that you haven't
taken time to see,
is the true essence of me.
Get to know me
before you judge me,
learn of me internally,
and you'll be
introduced to my spiritual integrity,
my heart's generosity,
my mental creativity,
and I guarantee in time
you'll recognize the value in me.
I am totally aware when you met me
I was not your cup of tea,
it showed in the way you looked
at me.
But get to know me
before you judge me,
I could be the one to maximize
your dreams
see
what you don't see
is the best part of me
get to know me
learn of me.
You come, and we welcome a new beginning.
You arrive, and we celebrate your presence.
There is an outpouring of joy,
And a feast of thanksgiving.
You come and open the door to a cycle of 365 days.
You arrive, and we turn to fresh pages,
Embracing a new way of living,
Counting the days and nights.
There is a door that leads to you,
And we are eager to pass through it.
We embark on a journey,
Though some are called to the beyond before its end.
Your arrival brings awakening for some, They discover new ways to blossom the meadow.
They dispel the pervading shadows,
As you guide their steps, lit by the sunshine of your embrace.
Yet some do not perceive the light you bring.
They stumble and search in the gloom,
Singing songs that are not their own,
Following paths not envisioned by their minds.
January 4, 2025.
"In Time we trust.
Fate; foreknowing!
Resisting what heavy, pensive
Hangs in this place.
Confined as we are in The Now.
Dingy of face".
Proclaimed from out
A patient wait.
Heart's, temple-like. For what blows through
Fans, impassioned.
In whose light, sacred to Venus
Smiles envisioned!
Because love is an emotional enchantment
that captures the heart
with ethereal dreams, born from longing
to carry you across the unknown realm of mystery
empowering your soul to rise from its slumber
bowing to the silent sound from an affectionate embrace
that will quiver your fervent heartbeat
and inspire a solitary universe of serenity
with waves of vibrations that shimmer the soul
arousing a cascading rhythmic melody of desire
played to the ardor of your hearts' contentment
enthralled by the length of days envisioned
and the length of years savored and lived
to pursue the shared jewel of love
Where eyes slowly lift
offered without restraint, asking nothing in return
while seeking the precious crystal of trust
exchanged on the threshold of certainty
finding freedom in love's abundance
that will feed the heart for eternity
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