We were not built to sleep.
Or stay. Or slink in the shadows.
We were forged in the fires of primordial nebulae
To seek, to search, to know.
Born longing, we grow reaching.
First faces, then here, then out there.
As did the ancients, we look to our stars.
Stars of wonder, light, elsewhere.
As centuries pass, so too does the torch.
We stand upon the shoulders of giants.
Still we climb higher, held up by our histories.
To fear, to dark, to standing still; we are defiant.
We ask-
And from neurons that mirror that nebulae,
Knowledge is given.
We seek-
And from the wonder and the beauty,
We do find.
We knock-
On doors from the abyssal sea to the distant stars,
And they open to new horizons.
We are no cosmic accident.
We are stardust.
Longing, reaching, seeking.
Returning to celestial skies.
Faster, higher, stronger, together.
For all humanity,
We rise.
See the walls,
entering is forbidden,
power must be kept
at all cost
nothing is forgiven.
Walls rise to the heavens,
but these heavens
below our own feet,
fire is there
stifling contentment.
These barriers
of bravado built,
bluster its foundation,
hot air maybe good for foliage,
but foolish for sound construction
The sun will continue to rise every day
true heaven always above,
and these devil doers as always,
will all be on their way.
What hastens a head
Up to the heavens
Questioning or pleading-eyed
To so angle it?
Reflex, instinctual, rather
Child's to a father?
Upfaced for a look
Of lone neediness
Earth's, too, yet dawned on, yet warmed
Of its own god's love
Have sensed. And at which same hour;
Night-deep, fogs devour.
Standards within the Heavens
Virtues with honor
Calm waters, but focused
Crystal clear inspiration
The Sun glistens with assurance
Strength enduring
Sea creations refresh through the waters
Treasures deep
Safe keeping below
Boats and swimmers enjoy the cool feel
I am the ocean being ideal
I understand being the ocean
Even the Sea Gods wonder with curious
My waves with convictions and thinking its own
What are they thinking?
Each wave having a message in being caution
Sometimes the waves can propel during a storm
Other times being calm
Through every storm
There is a lighthouse watch
The Heavens create and observe
I am the oceans with vision of horizons
Eyes seeing as far as can be focused
Angles to the shores
Being an ocean
What do you see?
Distance with possibilities beyond the seas and depth of inspiration.
There is a light in this world, it exists in you and me,
The beauty in the heart is brought out for all to see.
Kindness and grace, and all of the gentle things,
Settle in the heart, where we heal from old stings.
Mercy, forgiveness, and love, heaven's bestest friend,
Is its driving force, a soul that starts to mend.
Stepping through the shadows, we walk out of our night,
So we take our mask off, standing in the light.
With each mask we take off, we are finally free,
There is hope in this world, if we truly choose to be.
To give place to this light, yes, we can do it every day,
As we step out of darkness, casting the shadows away.
Weaving webs of tomorrow, from the light that we can be,
The beauty of this world is brought out, for all to see.
If seeing is believing, then we all know this is true,
When we walk in the light, Heaven, uses me and you.
My Angel she walks many miles with me
Through stormy roads , footprints I see
I experience near death, It swarms! Hence!
Beauteous the wings beneath my soul, although feelings tense
I endeavor the road day by day, I see oblivious skies
She rides the clouds when away from my soul, she flies
I awake each day she will comfort my being
And she'll call my name someday to the calling
For now reflections set my very mood
And her wings carry me as they protrude
Through thick and thin I'll cherish the beauty of thought
And recollect the spirits charming me with her love
Remembering love can't be bought
God's love promises us the real thing to comfort time
The angels from the heavens knocking at the door- take us sometime
Lol
I Look to the Heavens
Kevin Davis 2024
I look to the heavens—what do you think I see?
The sun and the moon, gazing back at me.
They link me to the world and all its wonders,
watching the wind dance with leaves on tall trees.
I feel the gentle rhythm in nature’s ways,
the sun rising in the east, setting in the west.
How long this has been true, who can say?
Yet it has endured, and I know it will stay.
I look to the heavens—what do you think I see?
Eternity shining in the summer sky,
Soft white clouds that sometimes turn stormy,
bringing rain and thunder so the earth isn't dry.
Seasons transform the world from warm to cold,
Then creatures sleep and life renews in kind.
Sunrise and sunset in lands untold
give meaning to all, as life and time unwind.
So, I look to the heavens—what do you think I see?
The mighty hand of my higher power in all surrounding me.
The skies above are clear of human hate,
They don't know temples, churches, or mosque gate.
The birds that fly from branch to foreign land ,
Don't carry holy wars inside their hand.
They sing one song, a language of the wind,
Their faith is in the worms they hope to find.
No borders etched in prayer to keep them bound,
No dogma in the nesting spots they've found.
We split the earth with concepts of our soul,
Then turn on brothers, breaking every whole.
But if the sky had chosen sides to keep,
Its clouds would split, and even stars would weep.
If feathers had a colour , creed or name,
The air we breathe would surely burst to flame.
No gentle rain would nurture life from seed,
But drops of red to satisfy our greed.
A final, bloody from clouds above,
Proving our God is surely not just Love.1
Give me but some music
- in heavens empty hours -
a piece of song, giddy-paced
and innocence for innocence
I’m a horse that never tires
While a cup of wine
makes light airs
and merry hearts
It too can unyoke the humour of the immature,
“So, wait, you think if you say a few right things
I’ll let you on it?”
Ha! No I won’t
you weak spirit
I see right through you
Oh, I’m not lily-white of hue,
I’m more the colour of blood red roses
But that one there, *pointing*
he relieves my passion
see this ring?
I frisk for him
.
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Songs for this:
We'll Sing In the Sunshine by Thornbirds
Landslide (feat. Gwyneth Paltrow) - Glee Cast
Snowbird by Rani Arbo & Daisy Mayhem
I breathe! It's I my living soul
Challenging the inevitable
Life becomes me !
Still modest with self respect
I breathe each breath
Within the dark - I see
And I become one of Rock
I stand firm - I am whole
Whoa! The heavens profitable
Peculiar that same breath
May too , beauteous be - reflect
It's my skie' s hues drawing me
Mesmerizes the very prominence
In my last spoken word
May my reflections then state
The beauty of life's significance , Hence!
That heaven if it could can wait.
A flame mounts high and bright,
A frightful dance it carves,
The dry woods starts to blaze,
A warmth against the cold,
My worn-out spirit glows.
Rain pours in a quick rush
Over stones, worn and grey,
It reflects the heavens
Washing off dust and pain
At close of a long day.
The flame cools down gently,
A dark and fading sweep,
The sizzle turns to steam,
The embers yearn to nap,
The heat within me wanes.
Fire spans the forest ground
Leaving ash, a grey dust,
Water seeks lowest spots,
Fulfilling divine trust
In every single flow.
Fire that consumes the trees,
Rain that fosters the hill,
Two opposing powers,
But meant with time to meet
To accomplish their tasks.
The spirit wants the fire
To burn away distress,
The soul yearns for water
To make the vision clear,
Each performing its role.
In truth, they don`t die out,
Each in part re-joins earth,
The embers mix with soil
That gives birth to new life,
An eternal cycle.
Rivers kiss the ocean
At end of their journey
To vaporise in air
And pour as rain again,
Nature`s endless circle.
overload of information
this brain retains
so much I’ve forgotten
the bleepers and bloopers
the Southern charm
with the likes of
well
bless
your
heart
watch out for the pretty gowns
sweeping, swiveling, smiling
Rhett Butler knows!
The gigantic acacia tree would testify
Were it not for savage ravages of rot
That erase feeble living things that die
After decades under sun’s missiles hot.
And the birds that chirruped and flew
About as he trudged over hill and bend
Long went like all weak beings of flight,
And no more can lasting credence lend.
If old baobab trunks had tongues that turn
Methinks they would solid testimony avail,
Of how devoutly he toiled in dews and sun
And never refrained from heaven-sent toils.
But since baobab trunks unspeaking are
And birds such fleeting breaths have they,
Can cold unfeeling stones their version say:
Tell how over them hopped he on his way?
Though villainous eyes those labors saw,
Witnessing their tireless winds and turns;
None would ranks of vile ignominy break
And end this betrayal that achingly burns.
And for want of witness this sobbing soul
Perishes and dissolves like a soaking loaf
Amid bootless heavens’ amnesic lethargy,
As cruel decades to a rude century morph.
Some may find it odd;
That I thank the Lord, my God;
For He is all and I'm enthralled;
I am anxious to learn more;
of He's such a mighty God;
And He loves us all from;
Heaven's host through the canal;
Then birth I am like my Father;
And I am His new birth;
1/11/26
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2026
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