This place functions on it own
The people outside
Looks at it with different eyes
Logic happens to them
Philosophy also happens
This place is boxed up with a certain thinking
The world is not correct on how things appear before this place
History has eyes so bright for you to see
Time has evolved for so long that centuries and circles are filled with painted writings
History knows the deepness of a river and how dark ships navigated through the souls of men
History knows the beginning and the end of all the papers bound into one
This place is happily divided
And you can hear different voices
Echoing confusion into the rooms of men
There's a constant panic of a certain tradition here
And many versions are born
This place is careful about the handwriting of love
And it's timidly written on the four corners of the wall.
No ships are mooring at this bay
No ferries dragging to and fro
The visitors that come to stay
The next day pack their bags and go
No planes are landing at this airport
The timetable display is dark
We won’t be welcomed to the board
To be ascended like that lark
The sea’s in sprawling stains of oil
A smell of burning fills the air
The birds lay dead on poisoned soil
Stay home, it’s dangerous out there
Is it the phase of evolution?
Some side effects from climate change?
Authorities have no solution
Stuck in an intermediate stage
There’s no escape, no destination
But nonetheless, I’m thinking of
A better time in reservation
When I evolve in you, my love.
Born in the shade where the cold roots creep,
a bud stayed small in the soils deep sleep.
Others rose early, all petals and praise,
while it stayed twisted through endless days.
Whispers called it a withered mistake,
a bloom too broken to ever awake.
Yet cracks in the darkness let one truth through,
the rarest flowers bloom out of view.
When dawn at last brushed its quiet face,
it opened slow with a fierce, strange grace.
Not meant for gardens that bloom on time,
its beauty waited, then struck sublime.
What Then, Lost Entertained?
I What Let Thet Be Named...
We Have Of De-every Volvoed.
I Thought Of Some, But NOT
Any More? Who (Please!) How The Art
Un-applied Suraprise Adaptadept...
I Think It's My Fault!
Hahahaha... Oh, You'd Be There.
Scratch Your Goose Jump Raven Feathered...
Smooth Flesh Was Wasted Anyway...
It's Why A Punch Line, For Realizing
It's Humorous.
!*!*!*! Uh-Oh.
-Gray Squirrel
01-08-2026
Once again I look at the man in the mirror with disgust
Do you even wanna change?,
That's what the voices in my head always ask
If I wanted to stay the same i wouldn't have fallen in love
I used to look at the moon and the earth and think that could be us
Revolving around one another for a millennia to come
But before that I must work on the person inside
To evolve into the person you will love and trust
This is my goal, I pray that it comes fast
Have these lost flames been found?
Am I fire? Am I the scorching sun?
I am not like them.
They are Earth and Water—rooted, fluid.
But I thrive in heat and wind.
My temperature climbs as my temper flares,
especially when I witness harm and injustice.
I want to burn this corrupt world down.
I am not like them.
Is there a safe word to hold me back?
Once the flames awaken, can I control their path?
To destroy the old, to clear the way—
for something whole, something new.
Golden light ignites, bringing warmth and joy.
Is it almost time for this force to rise?
I hope so.
I am not like them.
They want to keep things going as they are,
even when it is not working.
I want to bring change to pass.
I want to start an uprising,
to bring a better life.
At first we hid in our human shells,
Frail lanterns flickering in the dark,
A few still slipped through unseen doors,
Wings beating toward a brighter mark.
But soon the skies were sealed with stone,
The stars withdrew their silver keys,
We found ourselves confined to earth,
Like birds in branches without leaves.
Mars once bloomed with rivers clear,
Venus sang in a golden air,
Yet both were broken, hushed by fire,
By hands too old, too proud to care.
So here we dwell on soil and sea,
Prisoners bound by time’s command,
Dreaming of worlds that slipped away,
Ruins buried beneath the sand.
Yet still the blossoms burn with light,
And rain restores the weary ground,
The wind is free though we are not,
It lifts our hearts with airy sound.
For though the stars are far above,
And chains of history bind us fast,
The earth is more than bars and walls—
It offers beauty that can last.
If we must stay, then let us sing,
And love the hour before it dies,
For even prisons hold their grace,
And earth still mirrors paradise.
Things Evolve
Miracle Man
2/25/2025
All that mankind can do to slow change
Is a mere inconvenience to God?
Though we may dig our heels in and resist it,
change began with life itself.
Some change evolves from God,
While the remainder is man induced.
Within this, I see two types of change,
meaningful change (which I embrace)
and change just for the sake of changing.
(This where my heels dig ruts.)
Change in my / wife’s lives, four things are considered.
Does it make our lives better / easier?
Is it cost effective?
How many will benefit?
Is something else neglected?
We don’t buy new Tech every year
just to keep up with latest fad.
I suppose that is what age does to a person.
Have a great day!
Jesus loves you.
I am Human
I am complex in my nature,
And unmethodical.
I can appear aimless, but eventually suprise you when I reach mountain tops.
And the sweetness you see can be decieving
Rest assured bitterness may be hiding
In secret places within me.
I may be friendly today, then arrogant in a decade
And that will still be me.
I constantly grow,
I constantly evolve,
Like a chameleon I instantly change with my environment.
Just a warning, Never say you know me.
I may allow you to know,
what I want you to know.
And unfold only what gives me peace,
I may deny you the satisfaction to see what eats down my spine.
I roll like seasons,
perhaps with treasons.
However, never lie to yourself
and Say "you know the other"
For, reality is "the only person you can dare to entirely circumscribe
or rather cognize is yourself"
Not me, Not another
For I am human,
and as humans we are all unpredictable.
we are extraordinary living beings
And involuted
I try and try to do my best,
Focus on my faults,
To change the way I walk this quest,
The way I do this waltz,
I watch my step, try to perfect,
I slip, I trip, I fall,
Stand back up, stay erect,
I flip, no grip, I stall,
Every moment a new obstacle,
Have to learn the steps,
Practice, be methodical,
Working on the reps,
Eventually I can change my habits,
Keep my flaws in view,
Polish, cut, and shine my facets,
Pressure bleeding through,
I have to leave this chrysalis,
Emerge a brand new man,
Destroy my inner incubus,
Transform my entire plan,
I can stand above my past,
Leave it all behind,
Molten metal, new future cast,
Time does not rewind.
Embrace the strife,
Reinforce the life,
Remove the knife,
Love my wife.
Be a better man.
Once alive physical comprehended
Hurt sorely missed not understanding this
No longer submission physically
Available miss you ever-so, bye
-beloved you've evolve
6/14/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2024©
Think,
Evolve
when walking,
take the right way,
You have the chance once,
one way ticket,
buy the best
for you,
One
I have B negative blood
If my blood type is unknown of where it started from and it doesn't match monkeys as a positive blood type which is 85% of the whole world, then this proves we did not evolve from monkeys well I didn't, lol monkeys do not have negative types of blood they are all positive blood types. A negative mother cannot give birth from a farther who has a positive blood type unless a doctor gives her treatments.
What's left?
God
''Hello, Goodbye''
More to come
Less Imma take
Sure to go
Sure to go
Away from the life of limp
Taking off, won’t hesitate
Quick you know
Quick you know
Don’t take the mind of me
I’m no longer meant to wait
Going on now
Going on now
You slow, move to the side
I got moves to make
Don’t slow me down
Don’t slow me down
We ain’t friends we ain’t foes
Passabyers in the mist
Hello, goodbye
Hello, goodbye
If you can’t give what I give;
denying reciprocity, then I insist
Fly right on by
Fly right on by
Debra Ann Harris
He tried to be good,
Equally to everyone.
“How foolish he is!”,
The comment came in return.
Has man evolved fully yet?
A BRIAN STRAND TANKA Poetry Contest
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Date: 18-02-2022
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