I find myself reflecting on many things I have long forgotten,
including the invaluable wisdom imparted by my elders.
Yet the memories of the pain inflicted by others remain vivid
as I navigate the complexities of friendships and past betrayals.
I have also released numerous reassurances that were extended to me.
"You can trust me," they often proclaimed.
I try to overlook the fact that a large breadfruit serves as a meal
for my siblings and me, while our dog receives only a small portion.
My weary mind strives to preserve my memories.
the faces of familiar individuals gradually fade from my recollection.
The promises and falsehoods from our leaders linger lightly in my thoughts,
drifting like a feather in the breeze. I sneeze—particles of brain cells.
Today I chose to take it easy; I wish Metal AI could decipher this as well.
There are rumbles of thunder,
Yet, outside, a bird
Is chirping; I wonder
If he has not heard.
For rain clouds have started
Ejecting some drops
At Nature’s imparted
Commands; movement stops
In the trees, where each leaf
Hangs there quiet and still
For it is my belief
They’ve a job to fulfill,
Which is follow the lead
Of what Nature decides.
To survive, they must heed
Their instinctual guides.
As the raindrops increase
There is no other sound
Than the cloudburst’s release;
Not one bird sticks around.
I left my Father from my space from a place called heaven.
I came down into a womb
Out the womb into a room
And in 1 day, if the Lord says,
If I'd accepted him as my personal Savior
I will return back to belong
Just a traveling soul,
Just visiting this OLE World,
I've been saved safe and imparted.
With the love of God,
His Amazing Agape love
Hallelujah,
I belong to HIM, I am of I AM,
I am the righteousness of God
And in 1 day, if the Lord says,
And if I'd accepted Him as my personal Savior.
I will be returning back to belong,
Just a traveling soul
Just visiting this old world.
Father, Lord, my mighty saving Elohim God,
I will be back in a minute. Second,
if you don't come back here,
first I will be back why I belong.
8/25/26
written words by James Lee Sr. 2026
It appears the apple doesn't fall far from the tree, they aim to spread ignorance and they'll start from a seed, I saw the apple cut in half and what I did find is fairly funny so funny I might lie and say: if these two halves make a whole, then such wisdom like no other will be imparted for sure. I didn't think much of symmetrical finds after these apples fell and were worthless in time. The apple, the apple, the apple, the apple, I do indeed see farther than most and none of these apples disjoined for seeding make good hosts, the apple, the apple, the apple, the apple.
The first time I invited
you into my life
I thought you were
my friend
and my rock
I thought you
were a genuine soul
a peacemaker
innocent like
a Yellow Elder in a garden
But now I feel guilty
for trusting your words of folly
like those of fool's gold
instead of those of wisdom
which are imparted in me
224.
Ode to Mary, Mother of Virtues
Oh Mary, Mother of Faith
You taught us to obey God
Your humble submission we congratulate
Oh Mary, Mother of Hope
You offered us God's Messiah
Your fruit of salvation we interlope
Oh Mary, Mother of Charity
You granted us God's abundant grace
Your genuine generosity we credit sincerely
Oh Mary, Mother of Prudence
You confirmed us that you are guided by God
Your sinlessness we adore with magnificence
Oh Mary, Mother of Justice
You imparted us God's impartial mercy
Your intercession we always please
Oh Mary, Mother of Fortitude
You showed us patience amidst God's trials
Your endurance we praise with servitude
Oh Mary, Mother of Temperance
You astounded us with your chastity before God
Your immaculate heart we want to glance.
-09/08/2013
(Dumarao)
*for Mama Mary's Birth
WORLDS OF DREAMS-:-
derived
illuminations
shaped
elaboration
all-embracing
RECURRING IMAGERY
profuse
compositional
connotations
eternity
contrasted
as TRAINS OF THOUGHT
emblematic
reminders
imparted
before
after
A gnat a small winged insect
Gnats often fund in large swarms
Cohabitated with a house fly inept
They lived together shared a room outside a barn
In the blink of an eye
The fly spied waste/manure
The gnat said hey, wait what ya doing, sigh!
The fly licked and washed his hands maneuvered
Opened his mouth and the fly liquefy the manure waste
He asked the gnat, oooh yum you want a taste
Making it substance, suitable for their taste
The gnat said no, he’s got a better taste to behold ooh! waste
The gnat at the dusk, flying in swarms near water Sources Rivers and streams
Declared his attraction to moisture, clean organic matter
And wet soil Fungus and human eye water
No, thank you I’ll settle for sweet fruits know what I mean
And vegetables, nectar, human blood and plant roots
I don’t want no part of that manure
the gnat imparted, I AIN'T EATTIN THAT MESS?
11/20/25
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2025©
At Stirling Castle, history,
Imparted by a guide,
Allows us to imagine
What the artifacts provide.
The weapons and the uniforms,
The chambers and decor,
All displayed in ways to show us
Things we’ve never seen before.
Yet upon some walls are tapestries
Depicting what we know
Of the story of the unicorn
And how they laid him low.
For most visitors, they’re magic
And, although we were impressed,
They are copies of originals
And don’t quite pass the test.
In New York, we have the Cloisters
With those tapestries on view
And we’ve seen them many times
Because that’s what we tend to do.
We may not have ancient castles
Back at home, but we have art,
Often purchased by the moguls,
Super-rich and super-smart.
I don’t know if it happened quite yet.
The tinkering that caused the roar.
The gruff feeling in my mind.
I think it happened around that time, maybe.
The diagnosis came at a funky, furious time.
I languished and laughed.
So the year became memorable.
Not from swimming on the beach or anything.
No, not a beach.
Or anything gentle and nice.
The first year.
The year everything felt scratched up…
I do have that diagnosis now.
A nodding feeling.
I didn’t do much that summer.
In 2018.
2018.
I got torn up laughingly good.
And so that year imparted a piece of itself.
So I’m thankful.
My love for you didn't come by my
Feelings
It was imparted in my spirit when He spoke
To me
Then His pulsating surge overwhelmed
Me
I couldn't let go again
I am in a high state of delirium yet it kept
coming
I never wondered how, and never wavered
Because it was imparted in my heart.
Then I knew we were meant to be for
Life
Two decades and still counting it has not
Diminished
Its worth is invaluable than gold and
Rubies
This is for you,
my babe my Ibilate,
My one and only love.
(Written 14/06/2025)
D-o
I-t
O-nce
N-ature's
I-magery
S-tarts
I-mparting
O-nto
D-irection
O-f
M-ind,
A-iming
N-ot
T-o
A-nnoy
Y-ou
©bfa052225
Monocrostic (Birthday of Dionisio L. Domantay)
Soul my soul in me
Black and white keys
Dominate, the Rapsody
Celestial Holy energy
I receive huggINGly
Abreast and believingly
Above all things,
Glorious harmonies, we sing
~
Ivory cares;
Level yes;
Heartbeats in chest;
Soul my soul breathe;
Rainbow colors black and white,
Embraced colors ivory black N white;
Lovers of melodies prominent
~
Lo! music love vocals of heart;
Rhapsody imparted elephants march;
She played the chords of voice;
The band levied the coarse;
Touching all the keys;
Melody
~
Black and white keys
Dominate, the Rapsody
Celestial Holy energy
I receive huggINGly
Abreast and believingly
Beautiful Aesthetics Oneness in
Matter oneness is spirit for we are
Above all things,
Glorious harmonies, we sing
Piano Keys
And Skadi had her way much snow today
Imparted volunteer job hopes soar high.
Each Thor’s day , a shining star in a black sky
Orange in my throat and gob smacked, what to say?
And never let the blighters beat you down
And the sawbones mention you cannot heal .
And show them I work with plenty of zeal
I am cook too at the depot uptown.
The doctors state see you are strong ,
We think you are weak ,die in a care home.
My star is dimming do I fight or take flight?
My job like an void vessel I felt dead
This must be the rehabs typical syndrome
Hard to feud with sawbones reason-they’re right
My mood tastes like bad lime pulled down by dread.
#I_am_an_Afrikan
Rose from dusty arid land of these great mountains and forests, guided and quenched by life breeding rivers and lakes, my mind and head kept at landscapes soo nurturing and grinding, the rare breeding ancestorline of blackmen. Breathed into my nostrils and system, is sharp crafted wisdom, meant to keep me sane and in perspective
vested in me, is compassion, humility and diginity, the great inheritance imparted to me by my forefathers. I speak in staticness and great courage and boldness in my voice, unwaveringly saying"I'm a afrikan"
weakness and cowardness make way, whenever I ascend podium of expressing my whereabouts, intergrity is what warms my mind and voice and I feel elevated beyond measures, Afrika is my begining and my ending, Afrika! Land of my forefathers, great origin, reach and strong culture and heritage, then who stand to question me, when Afrika is my breathing land, dare not to say how nor why for I am an Afrikan
#Poetic_Ink
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