They say that the world isn't flat , and that is spins around
It's sad.That the sun doesn't come out.
At night
And why is it that sometimes the moon's on high in the skies during the daytime
And who says that it's not right for a man to shed tears and cry
Humanity you are the reason why
Humanity free will the choices you perceive , we try
Shamed guilted and invested
We walk away from the righteous
As we stand before the ---nevertheless
7/13/26
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.2026
The psychic tattoo
of paternity
darker than
fate’s blackest ink
The guilted knife
of maternity
cutting you
near to the brink
A prodigy alone
in the shadows
offspring of
scorn and disdain
Begging for love
and acceptance
from parents
— called heartache and pain
(Dreamsleep: June, 2025)
to the knowing of lies
and the buildings of goodbyes
in not relying on how
only poetry indents and cow
none doth go without
shallow pools of salt and drought
yet the agile defeatest's tower
criminaling the dangerous boughe
yeasts beneath rotten waters
stirring none salve and bothered
the witnesses of the guillotines
unclean and guiltied behind that door
Another age passes unmeasured.
Giant calms; in placid time waking
guilted warmth irradiates. Unbroken
calm aether heralds the next age.
Past embers cooled in God’s eye,
forgiveness of imagined betrayal.
But the turning cycle weighs not
amassed sincerity; the matter of energy.
Unworthy, may be, the ruling Giant
ignoble reign birthed in fiery crucible,
ordained; inevitable is the beginning
Settled worlds worship, at last.
Seen, finally, upon the black vista
The Giant illuminated;
Burning passions turning close,
always facing God’s blazing glare.
Hopeful siblings stand centre, balanced
desperation or absence awaiting
calm waters. Vulnerable to the cycle.
Even distant wretched flock see warmth,
icy hearts melt; lingering love bequeathed
of their noble giant.
Their Mighty God.
Three crosses stood still that faithful day
As the skies sadly wept a guilted grey
On the highest hill, they would be seen
Ruled by Roman eyes that did demean
The middle cross covered in a rustic red
Where the blood of Christ, sacrificed shed
The limpid lamb died for our shameless sins
With whispering winds spun by Angels wings
The Christened cross was made thus Divine
For Christ awaited ascension to the Holy Shrine
And the weathered wood of dogmatic Destiny
Dexterously dismantled bereaving blessedly
Christ was carefully rested in a timeless tomb
As His Loving Light created a newly found womb.
Revamped from an older poem...
Feb.27.2019
Cross - Your Interpretation
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Placed 2'nd...Thank You
looking around,
all that is seen are the ruins of the life before this moment.
searching for guidance.
received are the
torn pictures,
bruised walls,
fractured ceilings
of a broken childhood.
the dark side;
my dark side.
facing the truth with love or with guilt.
the guidance was never received.
captured by what was thought of as guilted love
you brought me to the light side.
December 15, 2017
Faceless Fear
Inside of me there haunts to be, a pain that never seems to go away,
Within a darkened room, of a dismal day...
Hell compounds and will confounds, my demons come out to play,
Within a darkened tomb, I faintly pray...
Help me, Lord, for I’ve cut the cord, my shifting spirit has gone astray,
A fateless fetus fume, the unborn made of clay...
Wasted years of tormented tears, progressions of my punitive pay,
Within a woeful womb, a distant dormant stray...
For fear has no face only a place, in my mind a weighted weigh,
A deceitful doom, within a guilted gray...
The fear of losing love with a shattered shove, an enigmatic inveigh,
Where the Jackals loom, a wandering decay...
The fear of losing mind only to blind the only thoughts that I portray,
Thus my fear abloom, a bereaved bouquet...
A faceless fear my soul to steer, the inner wounds need to convey,
In my darkened room of my dismal day.
Sept.14.2017
Fear II
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Thoughts at the cusp of my breathe
begin and end with the ease of no darkness
but the gaze that only were to seethe
and pull away the warmth that I once harnessed
There was no crimson, or yerning
no signs of ill, but silence being softer still
no form of fracture could be seen burning
and the passion died with nothing, not even a shrill
though 'twas there; being deepened elsewhere
lies being spoken; promises broken
Passion built upon dead feeling
In love mending their hearts bleeding
She was from me, and he from his
removed from tortured ceilings
they envelope themselves with remiss
discarding what was for what will be
Leaving me stowing guilted feelings
With memories I'm ashamed of like dark dealings...
I’m still mad at you,
For breaking up with me,
I’m still upset because you didn’t love me,
You made me feel worthless,
You blamed me for everything,
You made me feel like trash,
And guilted me for our broken relationship.
I won’t let you get away with it.
I won’t let you scar me anymore.
Your pathetic lies,
Your charming looks and sweetness,
Your act of playing innocent,
Is nothing but a façade.
It was all phony and worthless,
Just like you…
Yes, I am blaming you,
Because you broke my heart,
You lied to me,
And used me,
And I will remain angry with you,
Until that very day,
When you get exactly what you deserve…
Sometimes, I look back,
Remember all those times,
When you didn’t always care about me,
Or appreciate me.
I think about how much I sacrificed,
Just to make you happy,
And how you didn’t give anything.
You didn’t make enough tribute.
I wonder if that was the reason you left.
Did I do something wrong?
Did I not give you enough?
If I couldn’t give you everything,
What more could I give,
To keep you satisfied?
Even though I sacrificed all I could,
You always wanted more from me.
You guilted me for something stupid,
And I realized that maybe,
Just maybe it was all over,
Our relationship,
Or what we thought was real,
Maybe it was never real…
Comes the night with a residual rampant roar
As the shadows swallow the remaining light
For death documents it final scurrilous score
And breaths are barred from taking flight
Sequestered sight with a vanishing view
The sandman serves his final daunting dream
Vanquishing vaporous veils are long overdue
A sabbatical sleep thru a scriptural stream
In paralytic phantom plight of nevermore
The sky cascades with a galling guilted gray
The soul journeys thru a celestial shore
As we float fallaciously on such a winters day.
April.25.2017
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Hibernal Heart
Yes youthful yesterday a kindred King and Queen
Till today a dust full death within a daunting dream
Oh sweet tomorrow awake before the rising sun
For tonight my heart hinders, alas I have no one
My passion remains passive and your poison permeates
As your lingering lucifugous love shuts the guilted gates
I've not any decorative diamonds nor ranting relishing rings
All I have left is a lamenting love that sadly silently sings.
02.06.2017
You Broke My Heart ... Contest
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When Love explodes with flexuous faces
No stone unturned as it defiantly displaces
Sanctimonious skies fill the abrasive air
As Love rambunctiously roams trying to pair
Sweet little lies become matriarchal mountains
As we throw our Love from fallacious fountains
In Love we beg we borrow and steal
In truth we hide and contiguously conceal
Emotions unleashed through guilted gates
For Love is no better than the one it hates.
June.26.2016
Sweet little lies...Contest by Silent One
Three crosses stood still that faithful day
As the skies sadly wept a guilted grey
On the highest hill they would be seen
By Roman ruled eyes that did demean
The middle cross covered in rustic red
Where the calamitous Christ’s blood sacrificed shed
The lachrymal lamb dies for our shameless sins
As the whispering winds wind and the sky dims
The christened cross made thus Divine
For the Christ awaits Ascension to His Holy shrine
The weathered wood of dogmatic Destiny
Dexterously dismantled while bereaving blessedly
The Christ carefully put in a timeless tomb
With His Loving Light creates a new womb.
March.26.2016
A Happy Easter
From (:^WW^:)
Night Whispers in my ear, promising sweet
Dreams from another world. My eyes lidded
With wonder of images that aren't complete.
My consciousness blurs, I scrunch up my feet.
Dream realm returns, I enter it timid.
Night whispers in my ear, promising. Sweet
Melodies drift down a rain ridden street.
Colors explode to make the dull gilded.
I wonder of images that aren't complete.
I dream in color that's full of deceit,
My journey confused but benefited
Night. Whispers in my ear, promising sweet
Souls of good fortune. The spell obsolete,
Slips off my mind. The day then comes guilted,
I linger with images that aren't complete.
Startling gold sun begins to reach its peak,
But my mind is in bed, dreaming tinted.
Night whispers in my ear, promising sweet
Wonder of images that now are complete.
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