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I am a spiritual being I am the Righteousness of God
“intangible seen”
more am I than an angel
light in God image
02/17/26
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2026©
I adore your smile,
your wit, and your style;
You've shown me life can be fun.
Soulmates and best friends,
bonded till time ends;
Our souls have morphed into one.
And your aura gleams
as bright as sunbeams,
guiding my soul with its light.
You've taught me to laugh,
fought on my behalf,
and cuddle close every night.
Love flows from your heart;
it has from the start,
no one's as loving as you.
Your heart is unique,
mild-mannered, and meek,
with a compassionate view.
Two halves of a whole,
we share but one soul,
forever sealed with a kiss.
Cupid's aim was true
as His arrow flew,
guided by feelings of bliss.
4/30/2025
Glints of Spring starlight
Light April ‘s flowers tonight
Hearts melt in moonlight
Anger smolders like burning coals;
igniting flames that consume souls.
The Gaza Strip is bombed in mass,
as hearts shatter, like broken glass.
Torrid tongues of fire lick the sky,
tasting Death as the jets scream by.
And there is no safety in caves
nor shelters that morph into graves.
Israelis don't believe it's odd,
Muslim blood stains the hands of God.
For words scrawled on banners of hate:
tout that Gaza will rue its fate.
Mother and child, entombed by Death:
pray for vengeance, with their last breath.
And spilled on the altar of pride
an ocean of blood: drowns each side.
There is no pity found in age;
for the young and old, share their rage.
And as righteous flames sear the ground;
hate, mistrust, and revenge abound.
Birth and death are but stepping stones,
on our path to eternal life.
Beyond physical skin and bones,
birth and death are but stepping stones.
From our cradles to our tombstones;
life leads souls to the afterlife.
Birth and death are but stepping stones
on our path to eternal life.
I don't seem to know
the right words I want to say;
you're all set to go
but I hope you'll stay.
Please take back your ring
I will make things right;
believe me, she was but a fling,
I played the fool last night.
[Chorus]
It's all my fault, all my fault;
my fault all the way,
I'm so sorry that I lied;
now I’ll regret it every day.
All my fault, all my fault
my fault all the way;
I'm so sorry that I lied;
I’ll regret it every day.
I'm a human
being, and thus, emotional;
I can be selfish or giving and kind.
I am optimistic,
and realistic: traits imbued in our species.
I am a man of compassion, conscience, and heart;
struggling with internal conflicts
that differ from the reality I perceive.
I'm a poet;
a wordsmith who forges feelings
out of experiences and shared truths.
I am an observer,
and a participant in this mesmerizing
journey through life, with hope, love, passion, and desire.
And I've an inquisitive heart,
which often leads me to question God and blind faith.
You're an Angel, Heaven sent from above:
what did I ever do to deserve you?
You offered me unconditional love:
something I doubted anyone could do.
You are my world, my hope, my everything:
conjoined soulmates; together, we are one.
You taught me to listen to songbirds sing:
and find the beauty in a setting sun.
You are my conscience, my match in the dark:
my muse, my tether to reality.
Without you, life would feel empty and stark:
you're the only one who believes in me.
Providing me with a reason to live:
you've given me what no one else could give.
I wish my eyes would open up its arms,
And let the necessary tears fall,
Like due drops of rain to wash away,
The state of emptiness that I feel –
So, fill my beating heart like a yard glass;
May the limits of my soul,
Be not found as broken, though wholly at peace –
Summer is over; kids are back at school;
Everyone is thankful for the cool nights.
People are beginning to drain their pool,
Thankful, there are no more mosquito bites.
Each day is shorter than the day before,
Moving closer to Autumn's color change.
But the forest is still green at its core;
Even though the lack of songbirds seems strange.
Red tinges are spreading amongst the leaves;
Fall is now entering its start-up stage.
And people are unrolling their shirtsleeves,
Like they're getting ready to flip the page.
Little things keep September in my heart;
Such as the fact, Fall is about to start.
The continuance
of our beliefs, cultures, and dreams,
remain steadfastly anchored within our children:
it's no wonder we love them so.
We assure them that the bogeyman doesn't exist
in the real world:
warning that fear can affect lives,
harden hearts, and displace love.
We teach the emergence of man
from animal to human beings.
And though young minds bristle with questions:
we help them figure out the answers on their own.
And emphasize the importance of truth:
garnering Karma from both our failures
and our successes.
We introduce them to faith:
where compassion and forgiveness flourish,
fueled by hope and God's eternal love.
And we pray, when we pass Life’s baton to them:
our children, like ourselves,
will carry on, as ambassadors of love.
Life is an amalgamation of chemicals and elements
Independently functioning to attain and maintain the whole.
From stardust and chaos, cells fashioned themselves into existence,
Evolving, propagating, and achieving higher consciousness.
Have you priced a roast or a steak lately,
or tried filling your tank with gasoline?
The cost of living has increased greatly,
while companies blame it on going green.
Corporations are raking in billions
while some struggle to buy food and pay rent.
I recall when houses didn't cost millions
and people valued coins, even a cent.
Greed sets the price that we're willing to pay;
with no limits and no apologies.
Those in power view poor people as prey,
and bleed us dry with new technologies.
Rising costs fuel the anxiety
prevalent in modern society.
Nothing is more precious than a child's love;
innocent, they instinctively trust you.
And with hearts as pure as Angels above;
every expectant mother's wish: come true.
Nothing feels as honest as a child's hug;
as they tenderly squeeze your heart and soul.
Children get along with a simple shrug:
finding ways to laugh, play games, and cajole.
Humanity's hopes live on through a child;
they are the inheritors of our dreams.
And though they can be rambunctious and wild;
it's hard to resist their smile, so it seems.
Nothing can match the love that a child brings;
its intimacy, tugging your heartstrings.