Manipulated raw bleached rolled wheat
Hard spaghetti facilitated
That melts in your mouth
Burns your eyelashes
Pinches your ears and nose
Blue marinara sauce. sauce.
That's too hot, so sweet to meet
All that's left
Is a dessert plate rabbit raw,
yet it all tastes great.
Crunck! Crunch.!
As I munch, yummm!
Thisravished raw royal spaghetti
8/16/26
by James Edward Lee Sr 2026
T stands for a big thank you
For this wonderful day oh Lord
One day is not enough
To thank for your deeds
But, still I pray that you give good wishes
To all the people who facilitated with me
Thanks for your awesome gesture
Thanks for your kind gesture
Saying it from my heart
You made my day from the start
And, now that I reached my way
I just have heartfelt thanks to say
Thank you once again
Words would not be enough to thank you for your gestures
You did so much for me
It's only for me to see
But, at least I can tell you a thank you from my side
Had it not been for you, I would not have turned the tide
So please accept a heartfelt thank you
May you get everything you deserve and new!
Raised by his grandmother,
He understood the depth of life at a young age,
He delved deeper into existence as he turned each page,
Life was like a book before him.
He often asked intriguing questions,
Ones that made people wonder and ponder,
His mind was a blooming field,
Time facilitated the yield.
His grandmother told him stories about the night,
How it had concealed people’s light,
She told him about the mysteries that traversed its meadow,
And the treasures that hide in the shadows.
He dropped out of school,
His hands became his tools,
Penury wasn’t a setback,
His grandmother cried that she couldn’t support his education.
He stood like an Iroko tree,
His hope was as solid as a rock,
Although turbulence sometimes rocked his boat,
He had learned how to keep it afloat.
He was devoted to his grandmother,
He kept her teachings to heart,
He was desolate when she transcended to the beyond,
Life became a still muddy pond.
Gradually, he sailed across the sea of his grief,
He prospered in his craft,
He found love along the way,
Together they embraced both the grey and fray.
March 30, 2025.
TRANSIENT
made visible
in the eponymous
to
first appear
a
point a
in
linear perspective
relief
with expressive
intensity
a breath
a downcast gaze
with furrowed brow
a presence
of
the
otherwise
as
realism
as
is heightened
by the
remarkable
facilitated
articulated
so processional
readily available
talismanic
effigies
of imagination
realised
by
desire
Love, wisdom and power;
thus in fullness tower
oh long weary hermit,
for this is the summit.
Love, wisdom and power,
enabled hour by hour,
if our heart be mellow,
centred in stillness slow.
Love, wisdom and power,
let Mother* empower
by kundalini rise,
we behold in surprise.
Love, wisdom and power;
we become the knower
of the ultimate truth.
Let’s get to it forsooth!
19-April-2022
*Notes: Divine Mother is Shakti at the root chakra. Father is Shiva, at the crown. Kundalini is cosmic energy which rises from root to crown, facilitated by Shakti. Once Shakti unites with Shiva, head melds with heart and we resonate with love. This process occurs here, now in directly felt physicality.
When you are near me
I lose my mind
I forget my own name
As though I am waking from a deep sleep
It sounds lame
After all you drive me insane
A secret buried deep within the crevices
Of my heart, you are that spectrum
That burning flame
The thrill that I found to press my cheek to.
When you are near me it is as if
You slow time
I don't mean to play this same song
But we both have our own worries
After all who is going to love me?
Have you fallen for me?
I have fallen for you.
Feels like fifty feet down
But how did we happen?
Are we not ordinary people?
This life feels extraordinarily fictitious
After all it's been eons since we have
Communicated, exaggerated, facilitated
A thought of a whisper
We are both simmering in our own misery
Are we not?
This explains the question why
Why is what that comes to my mind
Why you took a knife and ran to my back
Why you left I don't know either why you came back
Or because there's something you left back?
Its a question with a hard answer to find
This explains the question why
After years of being away
Staying without you I had to sustain
Now you calling back, so what?
To accept you back?what for?
When you're back will I still experience the pain?
This explains the question why
Mom you have been away,but why?
What facilitated your departure from home?
Is it my fault that I don't know your second name?
Or is it an action for someone to take a blame on?
Its becoming a bitter herb for me to swallow alone
This explains the question why
You got me thinking this much
Do you have another family of your own?
Or you meditated and enjoyed life alone
Accepting you back is a question I do not have an answer for
My love to you melted like snow in summer
Feelings fraught with fright fend off the fun
Facilitated in time to run with the happy aura of the sun
To lend an air of amiability that sends my bliss bend to niche number nine
Where I learn in earnest Fidelia is mine which is fine.
Feelings fraught with foibles foil festival frenzies
Fabricated by fads and duds that detest the sight of McKenzies
Alleged to smudge and disparage the image of the page
That flatters Fidelia and Delilah alongside their selfie stage.
Feelings fraught with fantasies freeze frenetic feats
Fidelia and I achieve as we arrive to scoff at seats
That promote the vote and mote to put us asunder
Though by dint of determination our marital management refuses to go under.
Feelings fraught with flux and bucks freeze freaks
Fidelia fights and finishes for several wintry weeks
To pave the way for the realization of our penultimate plan
To endorse essential events in the custom of our common clan in our vestibule van.
The world is a thick forest
big trees, weeds, twigs, twines
growing together in confusion
but time is coming quite soon
only big trees that provide timber
only the ones that stand out strong
shall be facilitated to live
the weak and minority trees
the weeds and twines growing
shall be cut down and burned
to give way for the useful trees
to thrive and husband the forest
You don’t see the defects,
You only see the muscle,
And when he is accused,
You cause a kerfuffle.
Adjacent to beauty, truth,
That youth so lively and vital,
Vibrant with colour spread,
He speaks with his amble.
Two sociology’s merge,
Into one lovely scene,
And technology assists,
With where you’ve been.
Having only conversation,
Through looks and kindness,
Facilitated by still silence,
Interspersing strong keenness.
Bed lying open to anyone,
Enclosing only the two of you,
Glueing that modish freshness,
That expects to act and do.
saw a demo for the glasses being
developed by Google,
which will be the first step in
the direction of
an “augmented reality”
that will be totally facilitated by
the glasses on your face &
while the Google Glass will allow
for internet capabilities to be
accessed via voice commands, etc.,
it makes one think about the
debate regarding the legalization of
pot, nationwide…
for when pot is legalized, there will
no doubt be new DWI-ish laws,
which will confront the influence of
marijuana on motor skills, etc.,
but when the Google Glass is
updated, upgraded,
when an augmented reality truly is
reached, will there be new laws
entailing the
impairment of motor skills
for driving while using the Google
search engine through your glasses?
will there be a law dealing with
DWG’s?
FACT I:
That decisions are in the form of electric impulses and chemical reactions in the brain…
That these electricity and reactions are facilitated by different chemicals…
That chemicals are just aggregates of atoms…
FACT II:
That we do not have control over atoms.
AND THUS,
we cannot control the chemicals in our brain;
and therefore,
cannot control such reactions and electric impulses;
and therefore,
cannot control our decisions.
These littel details
Facilitated by the atrosive legacy
Plague my write and will
Deadily weapons you call words
Seemed to forever haunt my dreams
But why do they do so?
When you walk up again
And with no fear I tell this
You may never seize my heart, no
Not again you will know
My love or my hold
So wish to stay awake
Through my mind you ran hard, but my heart you stomped
Play your cards once again
And claim the prize you have won
I'll kill you
What did you think you'd acheive by destroying
I'm not going to hold your hand here as you fall
You'll burn in Hell while I'm living it up
Just picture my face
As your arms whore out amongst
All that is and ever was
For the time being, tears run
With rampid detail
Down the face under feet
Redundancy, you see, has been your expertise
The words you spit at me
Pray you're not the only one
Who will suffer at my hand
In you last bleeding hour
Will you choke on the blade?
Your blood soaks my shirt
As the throat is cut
And this nightmare will end
In your final slaying
Traveling laugh but jokes apart,
lets talk of something,
which won't but have to depart,
time is that friend that won't end,
but for us there is one dead end.
Left alone but with someone,
nights galore under a scorching sun,
time is the catalyst that has driven,
behind me there was someone who facilitated the reaction.
Always a leap of a frog,
never makes a turtle move,
time has surprised everyone,
gloomy one's get ready to groove.
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