*ENABLE
Have I ever called you lately;
Have I since initiation called you baby;
In my silents, ever so quiet
May I enable
I am available
In an act of beginning something
I’m formally enquiring
Your hand, your body, soul and mind
You’re fine, just all mine
Accept this your role in God state of being
We’re being
Subside, let’s ride provide
The authority means opportunity
Make it possible, practical agree
Come away acknowledge savor me
Give your heart, mind, spirit, body to behold
Forward, forth with, turn on
The choice, voiced thought process,
You know you want this
May I enable, I am available
In an act of beginning something
I’m formally enquiring
Your hand, your body, soul and mind
You’re fine, just all mine
You’re not a story, nor fable
You’re a special treasure, allow me our pleasure
Let me support you
Shielding you from
Consequences of you negate actions
Make it easy to continue
I empower you allow me too
Enable you
6/15/26
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2026©
Where is the dress, where I hold the edge of the seam
My formally flowing reservoir of dopamine?
Against her skin I made epiphanies of gold
Despite my tender age of several days old
I once vowed to not escape her silky touch
As I grew old, it turned trapping much
Beside her, now matured, I grasp my creation
She watches and grins; I met her expectations
Now with her gone, I must voyage for approval
For that is how the human mind copes with removal
Her warm aura of blossoming rosemary
It only turned out to be...temporary
I turn to face you now, Sir Statuary
Before I set off on this forever ferry
Could this destination become final?
Like my heart, which always ends on a high note?
Over what, grassed, for smooth flight
Softens down their drone *
Shares with these thought-exchanges
A more relaxed tone.
More beguiling; each to each
While, moon-lit, do face!
Cafe's, although served well by
Which intimate hours
Formally smiled, seemed more forced;
Heart through words' embrace.
*damselflies
People of demise, with an undeserved fate, like a defeated dream,
With dead dinosaurs, my eternity embroidered by extended time.
May new beings be born from the manure of life, all at once,
Identifiable in the ecology of the world, sometimes alive-alive.
The emotion of the sun, an immense mirror in which we lose ourselves,
I, the animalistic poet, reflecting God in verses that burn.
Blinding us in all things, our gazes are strange shards,
My words deceitful, vinous, full of bubble-poems, oceans.
Feeding hungry thoughts, wrapped in vain hopes,
For I have died formally, before my time, in empty days.
To the venal criminals, secretly scolding life's partners,
Covering the sunken graves under the impenetrable rain.
Under the rain's immensity, measurable, we catch ourselves in a dance,
The supposed heroes, pure sources of lightning, with pale color,
Bringing from the horizon the languid light, the extinguished dusk,
The humanity in me and in him, balancing the dawns in dreams.
Beloved, the night tilts the balance of dawns that intoxicate us,
In the paradox of life, where light and darkness get drunk.
Without Allegiance War Defeats Itself
Thousand Oaks California hate speech and hate crime
In passenger seat of crime as war
"Do you want my ex change"
Driving away from store front
Attempt of beauty in cowardly defeat from racist feminine face of propaganda.
In America
As American
What was not your families crime in creation of you
Identify yourself formally
Thus production as matter in universal law prevents how?
Unfinished student a financial crime of origin.
Jericho's Ballad in Walls waits for stencil?
Courageous hatred waits in your god given talents
STUMBLE AND RISE (Gravity and I)
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
A gala event, a minefield of hope and dread,
Winners announced, toward the stage were formally led.
My name was called; I tripped, planting my face on the floor,
Embarrassed was I, my ego damaged, my pride done for.
“Gravity and I are in a toxic relationship,” I said, my face turning red.
my
home
remains
commercials
like your shadow
I break down all status barriers
we settle instead for the least objectionable
stations available at the moment among couples on the job who don’t relate
but we share a unique structure of feelings rather than a formally binding us
we claim our audience with only first acting against
a fixed scale of high quality
viewers will find that
it’s easier
to stay
than
leave
Wakey, wakey!
The buzz from my advanced THRITY THREE TEN seem to yell
Opened windows slapped aging mango leaves on my face
Monday already? Morning already?
Granny’s creaking chair again!
Savoring with folks of mine the bland toast with juicy old gossip, mom’s warm smile
Welcomed into my everyday worn out NIKE with pain
Unending miles, but starts with a mile.
The bus took forever to come
Even when it came two minutes, fifty-seven seconds earlier,
Latest gossip rent the air, formally strangers banded like long lost brothers
Monday already? Morning already?
Of course, the day went by quietly as usual
The honking of tired vehicles continually pierced my ears
It seems like the beggars made a fortune again
Afternoon ended, the sun is setting.
Inspiration Mode: LOADING
Obviously, this early dinner has become part of us
Worth it though, because I was stolen by a dreamless sleep…
Wakey, wakey!
Morning already?
My buddy wants me to go.
In the midst of that made-up nature,
just for the general attendance
and just as a general creature,
to a gathering I sometimes find
so fake and shallow.
She said so formally,
"Why would you need anybody ?
Go, be by yourself, and have fun !"
But buddy, if you could only tell,
"Just go for me,
breaking your aversive shell",
then that would have spun
the fondest reason for me to go,
an angelic reason, oh! my buddy,
you would have emotively done.
(27.01.2025)
Your country, my country - I guess we do not
Own assets of such validation
More likely they own us, pretending we’ve got
The innate desire of nation
How do we recognize our ethnicity
Must be ingrained in the genes
But what if my genes sign of non-specificity
Regardless what nation there is
From the basis of my DNA, can they tell
Who is me, am I real or fake
What will generalize the AI from my cell
If I came to this world by mistake?
I feel morally exculpated
Every time I get blamed for the tribe
To which I’m formally related
But I don’t get that tribal vibe
People tend to have idols they trust
Something easy and wise, like AI
Out of a clay back to dust
Same old route through the horoscope sky
I wasn’t inventing a nation or country
If you’re going to charge me for this
I was born to live far from my favorite sea
So have mercy on me, wave a kiss.
IT STARTED WITH A BLANK CANVAS
Come lay your paint on me, it pleaded
I’m here in this garret, naked and cold
So what could I as a sensitive artist, do
Except comply, dabbing shades of blue
Reaching for indigo, as if I’d been told
Then pausing, to hear what it needed
Canvas relieved it was no longer blank
Stood there proud, and eager for more
As if formally bloodied in its first hunt
And so pleased, I almost heard it grunt
To win this creative battle, if not a war
For every new daub, the muse to thank
Coloured layers, streaks and a smudge
To which even a rainbow might defer
But now an abstract image has its day
It now had a life of its own on display
And for myself, expression is the spur
Unpainted areas still bearing a grudge
Both the brushes and I played our part
The canvas with a coat of many colours
With a final flourish, it is finally signed
And now it seems to have its own mind
It’s access for all, with raised portcullis
Now a painting, perhaps a work of art
Why is there now hope for the good rescued people of the formally doomed
South American country of Venezuela? Their people gathered courage and
they gathered together fortitude by voting out their Latin American puppet
dictator carefully groomed by the CCP--Chinese Communist Party.
Instead they now are blessed with a born again conservative president.
What tree looks pretty in the fall?
Twas ! Spender to mine eyes;
I spied the presents of autumn;
Formally dew the crisp warm breeze;
Fall’s early leaves, leave;
Autumn fall color blue skies
Fall autumn leaves, fall foliage;
Maples, oaks, and sassafras
Gray-black branches snake
A bang, through clouds of yellow
and burnt orange leaves, leave
A fall scene that is a familiar herald
Beautiful, ever so miraculous brilliants;
Colors of Oranges, Reds, Yellows, Bronze and Browns
Alas so tree looks pretty in the fall?
Twas ! Spender to mine eyes call;
I spied the presents of autumn sounds;
My Father Elohim paints such a beautiful, Autumn Fall-Picture
"nothing compares to you"
the princess kissed
the frog's lips
hoping
happily
hopping
the frog
turned
into
the
artist
formally
known as
Prince
many people wished to know why president Macron
was denied to participate to Brics summit
in South Africa.
Could he spy on them?
Was he thinking to join Brics?
Could he interrupt the summit with his personal agendas?
President Putin could not participate to the summit
as the International Criminal Court was pushing
South African officials to arrest him which could interrupt the Brics summit.
Brazil’s president " Lula da Silva" called on Wednesday
for the Brics nations to create a common currency
for trade and investment between each other,
as a means of reducing their vulnerability
to dollar exchange-rate fluctuations.
BRICS formally announced Iran,
Saudi Arabia, UAE, Argentina,
Egypt and Ethiopia as full
members starting from
January next year.
President of South Africa received many appreciations
for the good role of negotiator and organiser
of a successful Brics summit.
August 25/2023
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