Past every known horizon, held inside the stolen light,
A flicker of promise rises, wet with Aegean’s salt.
The echo of Mount Parnassus, where the Muses walk at night,
A spectrum of reflections—the first Promethean signal, sharp and high.
The flames are finally free from the chill of the earth.
It pulses through sapphire-blue data cables, beneath the sea.
A swift code humming on an electric tongue, a wire thin as glass,
Where silicon and soul now challenge mortal walls.
The warmth upon my palm, a fragile circuit’s heat,
A digital dawn breaks now, on seas of light where ancient stone dissolves.
A frequency rings through the gulf of years,
The world's true voice, unsynchronized, is fiercely held and heard;
Through every force of nature, this bright pulse speeds on fiber-optic lines.
We seize the future's turning, watching the past unwind,
This hard-won wisdom guides the human quest for freedom.
Against the dark tyranny that starves the seeking mind,
The truth we need is held deep inside the spirit of mankind.
Simply divine as such matters
communication and understanding
Depth of understanding beyond belief
Authentic thoughts spoken loud
Complexity of language encrypted paragraphs
Clarity of intention simply simple matters
Heartfelt communication not trivial chatter
Seek authentic expression.
Value heartfelt communication.
Embrace simplicity in
Sorely words, a tapestry, woven with care,
Conveying depths, beyond surface air,
Simply matters, from heart to heart,
Communication's beauty, a work of art.
SIMPLY MATTERS
Understanding those things
that are not understood yet to understand
Beyond belief to retrieved
Those thoughts spoken loud
Bursting erupt from the thoughts
Spewed regurgitated letters form to words
Verse fiber optic encrypted paragraphs
Concerned formed validated cryptic scripted jargon Confiscated communication calling understood to be Understand it's not just trivial chatter...
... it's simply simple matters
11/25/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.2024
nspiring scriptures:
1 Corinthians 2:10-13: "Spiritual discernment"
Proverbs 18:21: "Power of life and death in words"
Matthew 12:34: "Heart's words"
Christmas 2023
I met my friends
We laughed at the same jokes and stories
We have been laughing at for the past ten years
I did not cook or clean
until I had been home a week
Then I broke down and cleaned the kitchen table
So we could eat there if we wanted to
We ate there once, my husband and I
We did not have to decorate
I have had my three foot tree up since 2020.
It is a flashing fiber optic night light in our living room.
My husband asked if we could take it down.
I gave him snake eyes, and he shuffled off.
I am the Queen of Christmas around here.
It is one of my favorite do-nothing-holidays.
in the cosmos, communication is constantly zipping and zinging
on fiber optic wavelengths only evolved aliens can decipher and see
imagine them as firefly rhinestones in lavender, coral and turquoise.
Used to be a decorating diva, spent days making my house Christmas.
Twenty years back I realized what a bad place un-decorating landed me.
Putting away spirit was a three day job, and put me in the worst mood.
I gave away almost all of my Christmas decorations -reindeer, elves.
I breathed a sigh of joy as they left my house, realizing I was “free” at last!
I continued decorating a giant Christmas tree for about five years.
Then one of my daughters asked for it, and I was glad to see it go.
I gave her tree decorations too; it felt like an ape had leapt from my back.
A twinkling fiber optic Christmas tree has been in my house three years.
My husband usually asks “can we put it down now?” in June or July.
I am never taking it down. It puts me in Christmas mode year round.
Reminding me that every day should be “Merry Christmas, good will to men, and thank you Lord Jesus.”
I used to be insane about decorating for Christmas, it was a breeze.
Santa, Mrs. Claus, Rudolph, Dasher and Dancer covered my house
Gingerbread bedding and toilet seats were blinking Christmas trees
had a Frosty the snowman light switch and a large nutcracker mouse.
One day an illness came to call, and I discovered how to live without.
I had to let some things slide, so Christmas decorating had to go.
Was not happy at first, had a huge fit and more than one big pout.
But being worn out has a way of changing priorities and so…..
I told my married daughters to swing by and take their pick.
One daughter refused to come, saying Christmas is not her thing.
But the other two filled up a minivan and pick-up truck real quick.
Christmas is in the heart, so the holiday still makes me want to sing.
But now I have a fiber optic blinking light Christmas tree I love.
She is not brought out merely on that week or even the month before.
She has been blinking in our living room for three years now.
A nightlight that reminds me daily of the Christ that I adore.
Halloween witch rode in on the most fantastic looking broom.
It was fiber optic powered and it made her body fairly zoom.
It also had a hot-rod sound, so she came in with a Var-oom!
But someone had hot-wired it wrong; she was gone with a boom.
When will we take the Christmas tree down he asks me.
Being more socialized than I would ever be.
I kept a Christmas wreath up once until July.
I give him the “look” and he tiptoes away.
It is only Valentines Day. I am using this tree as a nightlight.
It is only two foot tall, after all and I love her fiber optic lights.
Mister Thought Police,
my twin electrodes agree
with your Mind Kontrol policy
It’s a laboratory disgrace,
that the free speech troublemakers
get to protest this way
Such a predestined malfunction fiber optic outrage
Ms. Chief of the Microchip Morality Division,
your prompt commands
are embedded deep
inside of my loyal neural circuitry
Every Hive authorized memory wipe decision
tightens the beta bands ~ Obedient oscillation wavelengths
don’t come robo cheap
Propaganda protocols are docile necessary
Mr. Automaton Dispatch Operator,
my artificial pump mechanism
has an ultra-jolt affinity
for your Pavlov call-response methods
Mind Kontrol orders are retinal scan template embraced
Unplug the free-think I.T. instigators,
who want chaos burst aneurysm
Queen emission insanity
will force a droning, self-destruct buzz
It’s a lobotomy shame,
that the non-programmed Grey Matter radicals
get to freely act this way
Miss Thought Police,
discourage any disloyal circuitry
This is my Mind Kontrol plea:
Thoroughly erase any freewill trace of cerebral cortex tampering
Actually I am not a her, I am a Thee, The Pink tree told the Evergreens.
But you are a Christmas tree, right?
I have not figured it out yet.
The ever-boys did not know what to say
To that. They had been in and out
Of Macy’s display closet longer than she had been alive.
What do you mean?
See my light up fiber optic capability? Pink tree asked.
They nodded, mouths dropped open. Both surprised.
I may decide to be an Easter Tree or a Grocery Tree or a
Pharmaceutical Tree. Thee is not limited any more.
The old-fashioned evergreens stared in amazement at her confidence
and her ready answers.
Amazing! They said, “ A Thee Tree!” They were truly in awe with Thee,
which is what Christmas is all about, right?
Written 12-04-2018 Entered Contest: The Christmas Tree
Sponsor: Shadow Hamilton
the fiber optic cables are swollen with grief
blood clots the airwaves
faces beyond despair stare from half a world away
newsprint is smudged with the tears it’s reporting
the world’s absurdity
nature’s cruelty
man’s depravity
all in high-resolution overdoses of reality
there are too many claims on my sympathy
too much need for the morphine of apathy
to preserve my faith in humanity
I have to ration my pity
stop my ears
turn away from the carnage
lest my heart grow cold faster than the bodies
so I exchange the funereal for the farcical
take sabbaticals from the news
and seek refuge in the world of Pixar
I’m happy as a pig in poop
cavorting through the soup
this lovely day
some internet play
I’ve been lacking due to goop
*it’s been rumored the recent poor internet service was caused by moisture getting to the fiber optic lines. Sounds a bit goopy to me;-)
A sunset, pixilated, colored RGB,
a virtual bit world envelops me.
Watch .gif waves break upon a gravel beach,
in endless patterned loop Mew glide and screech.
Each click leads to another, yet unplanned,
connected all by fiber optic band.
As users pass with only offered tweet,
hash tag emoticons, each is so sweet.
Sound in MP3 and addictive chat,
all input loads in digital format.
Adrift in the world, internet my link,
a dance of keyboard in a hi-tech prink.
No further need of bio world to be,
just digital internal cache of me.
Robert Gene Stoner Jr
1/9/16
You glide through this virtual space
surfing bravely across the fiber optic
pressing your big wide lips onto my delicate skin
rising ocean waves matching heartbeat pulses
You have surfed into my mind and soul
building sensations throughout my nerves
blessing your soul onto my human form
praising each moment our bodies unite
Your serenading voice leaves a mark
resonating deep within my chambers
wrapped in your breath of love
I surrender my all into your whole being
Together we are One
A FUTURISTIC CHRISTMAS
Christmas under the dome
Home of smart cities of crystalline towers
Her lights lit golden, emerald green, red, blue flaunting
Fiber optic trees shining with whisper purrs of Christmas music
Billions of stars lay a path for Santa in time warp shooting stars
Mercedes – Benz red ride, to the future and back
To be taken to a concert of the past playing guitars, drums, and loud rock music
"Promise I’ll be back home in time for Christmas dinner"
Nostalgic warm holiday cheer singing Christmas carols, and presents to open
I want most under the tree is an electric hover board and an electronic kitty that purrs
Time warp Shooting stars Mercedes-Benz red ride, to the future and back
Santa’s cheerful hologram appears to keep the Christmas Spirit alive
12/4/2015
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