“A heartbeat pulsating as living light
free from each and every limitation
I AM that dwelling in inbound delight
the source wherefrom arises creation”
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We are that we are that we might align as God’s designed, divine
boned souls; therefore, I am that I am that I might become all that
Spirit deems my possibilities to don and grow from.
As golden light inside earthly flesh status and matters, I densely
stumble through life’s living maze to either be conquered and
triumphant, or conquered and redundant. Only when confined
do most seek to break out and realize the divine tools we all
possess in the recesses of the ‘I am’ we are.
I am my soul’s potential of light, love and joy thus existential
credentials are essential for realizations of my nature. Intuitive
insight pulses layers of intoxicating rushes that inform and
discern the terms of who I am now and endowed to further be.
Half Time
A warning from the winds,
What the spirit carries: no fumbles.
It brings the stories of the sun to the touchdown!
Lessons from the huddle, from the coach,
Under a lunar eclipse.
Last game of the season,
In the third quarter-
We scramble for the setup.
Because our die-hard fans watch,
and our fragile lives loom on it.
Then, the snap.
The stadium noise fades into silence.
No roar from the fans, just a sigh in the air.
The inner motion of the play
is as the ball arches upward.
Suspended above the green turf.
A leap for the pylon, reaches for the end zone.
Where the home team claims its own.
The stadium clock strikes zero,
Frozen inbound waiting for their hero.
For the final score.
The only movie on this flight that's shown
is an episode of The Twilight Zone.
That's what my flight attendant said,
staring strangely at my head.
My brain thread's still mostly on the spool,
so why look at me like I'm a fool.
My eagle eye saw the wind dislodge
a key piece of the fuselage.
That's the lynch pin, says I.
Without it, we can no longer fly.
The cabin's leaking oxygen and air.
Clueless passengers sit and stare
as I see my hand become a claw
to stop the destruction I foresaw.
The flight attendant meant to do me harm.
She stuck a needle in my arm.
I was on that accursed flight, inbound.
Now, I'm sleeping safe and sound.
Guilty Conscience
Spare my soul
Forgive my Spirit
Cleanse my mind
Redirect my thoughts
Rebuild my sense
Boost my motive
Energize my strength
Heaven isn't far away
Hell is always inbound
My eyes are hazy
My faith is wavy
The graveyard is ready
But my salvation is steady
Surviving_Pawn
Late November and spring rain falls the glen,
dry nor-westers shed pine needle and cone -
and “koork kok” crows the cock pheasant and hen
who outside my window have always flown.
In the thickets and hanging gardens from
calls my ring-necked friend, my avian muse
who, silenced by the Iroquois’s loud thrum,
shines in the dappled sun its copper hues.
Behold his red faced wattle in the grass,
a white collared chromatic blue-green head
and long tail feathers that before me pass
as to the heavens his princely wings spread.
For in these hills in wild and wondrous sound
echo game fowl and the choppers inbound.
Written: November 1994
Ripped from submissive
timing employed empowered
by selfless energies I tired
beneath the notions of hidden
tangible lessons entrusted
entangled by mastery cleverly
designed inbound communication
I catered to endless emotions
that dissipated dissolved on
impact tampering with desire
holding on to the mere essence
of my own adoration beyond what
is next what is covenant what is
protected upon a chess board
protecting the queen’s soul body
and heart at all cost a rapture of
surety creating mastering safety
above all else saving protecting me
Losing it... things don't mean .
Can't just make it fit.
Take a knife and make a slit... no... won't do it.
Time to get lit.
Trust it. Don't know yet.
it. Not literally, ...
don't know yet...
gotta stand my ground, unstable,
it's gone, can't be found,
my mind isn't able, not alone...
A storms coming, clouds inbound,
find the cable, tie down, no sound...
take a number, sit down,
it's too late, too soon?
The alarms went off but clouds were already circling... this storm turned into a hurricane
don't want to feel anything ...
get rid of it all just to numb the pain,
Can't fix my heart or my brain..
too late, already ingrained.
Make me feel insane
scream it silently
it's all in vain...
time to let go
and let the others take control before i fumble...
sitting backseat watching the waters rise and buildings crumble...
the game plan was botched who dropped the ball?
I'm giving in before I fall.
I'm becoming locked inside my head but maybe it's for the best...
let the others take a turn while I try to get some rest.
Can they tell it's not me?
I guess we will see... set them free...
so mote it be.
Losing it... things don't mean .
Can't just make it fit.
Take a knife and make a slit... no... won't do it.
Time to get lit.
Trust it. Don't know yet.
it. Not literally, ...
don't know yet...
gotta stand my ground, unstable,
it's gone, can't be found,
my mind isn't able, not alone...
A storms coming, clouds inbound,
find the cable, tie down, no sound...
take a number, sit down,
it's too late, too soon?
The alarms went off but clouds were already circling... this storm turned into a hurricane
don't want to feel anything ...
get rid of it all just to numb the pain,
Can't fix my heart or my brain..
too late, already ingrained.
Make me feel insane
scream it silently
it's all in vain...
time to let go
and let the others take control before i fumble...
sitting backseat watching the waters rise and buildings crumble...
the game plan was botched who dropped the ball?
I'm giving in before I fall.
I'm becoming locked inside my head but maybe it's for the best...
let the others take a turn while I try to get some rest.
Can they tell it's not me?
I guess we will see... set them free...
so mote it be.
Losing it... things don't mean .
Can't just make it fit.
Take a knife and make a slit... no... won't do it.
Time to get lit.
Trust it. Don't know yet.
it. Not literally, ...
don't know yet...
gotta stand my ground, unstable,
it's gone, can't be found,
my mind isn't able, not alone...
A storms coming, clouds inbound,
find the cable, tie down, no sound...
take a number, sit down,
it's too late, too soon?
The alarms went off but clouds were already circling... this storm turned into a hurricane
don't want to feel anything ...
get rid of it all just to numb the pain,
Can't fix my heart or my brain..
too late, already ingrained.
Make me feel insane
scream it silently
it's all in vain...
time to let go
and let the others take control before i fumble...
sitting backseat watching the waters rise and buildings crumble...
the game plan was botched who dropped the ball?
I'm giving in before I fall.
I'm becoming locked inside my head but maybe it's for the best...
let the others take a turn while I try to get some rest.
Can they tell it's not me?
I guess we will see... set them free...
so mote it be.
Losing it... things don't mean .
Can't just make it fit.
Take a knife and make a slit... no... won't do it.
Time to get lit.
Trust it. Don't know yet.
it. Not literally, ...
don't know yet...
gotta stand my ground, unstable,
it's gone, can't be found,
my mind isn't able, not alone...
A storms coming, clouds inbound,
find the cable, tie down, no sound...
take a number, sit down,
it's too late, too soon?
The alarms went off but clouds were already circling... this storm turned into a hurricane
don't want to feel anything ...
get rid of it all just to numb the pain,
Can't fix my heart or my brain..
too late, already ingrained.
Make me feel insane
scream it silently
it's all in vain...
time to let go
and let the others take control before i fumble...
sitting backseat watching the waters rise and buildings crumble...
the game plan was botched who dropped the ball?
I'm giving in before I fall.
I'm becoming locked inside my head but maybe it's for the best...
let the others take a turn while I try to get some rest.
Can they tell it's not me?
I guess we will see... set them free...
so mote it be.
Why is the middle where I put a book down?
My anticipation dies at that half-read interlude.
I lack the discipline that keeps me inbound.
A famous author's endings should be praised, and not eschewed.
Let the moment continue
there’s no peace to make
no past to refight
or future at stake
Uncharted not lost
forever inbound
the instant repeating
—with memory refound
(Dreamsleep: May, 2023)
(Contest Rules: Use as many words that sound like:
bound, browned, clowned, crowned, drowned, found
frowned, gowned, ground, hound, mound, pound,
round).
On the forest ground, Fred quickly found
a small bird downed and interwound
inside a nest mound- brown twig bound;
looking around- she chirped a sound.
Inbound winds made the nest unbound!
The bird was round, blue feather-gowned,
and must go homebound to rebound-
away from hounds in the campground.
Now, in the background, was a foxhound!
Fred, helmet-crowned- with bird spellbound
inside downed nest- climbed up, branch-bound,
to rebound nest a safe compound.
The once-downed bird chirped thanks abound!
The newfound branch was safe and sound!
For turnaround, Fred was renowned!
Saved the downed bird- blue feather-gowned!
Contest: Nursery Rhyme 3
Sponsor: Eve Roper
NaPoWriMo
NaPoWriMo Day4
Adveristy
Shorts
Termination inbound on the day
Ruminating over the cause
Sudden pain caused by fellowship
Heartstrings hand-plucked, wrought with strife
You take a bow, adversity on your fingertip
Perfectionist performance, chimerical display.
to walk in the wilderness how he was lost
in a laid down position I was found horizontal asleep
I open mine eyes awakened by the sounds spoken
the sounds of life posterity around me bonding me
the impoverished I'm inbound in my own self prolific
rubbish incorporating my situation I found provisions
and correlation I turn myself to the left to the right
as I walk from the south to the north it before me east and west
no longer arrested no I'm confessing I'm in just I'm a sinner saved
by grace misplaced yet still lost I found it when I look up I raise my hands and I am redeemed and I'm yet saved I'm found in Christ
11/1/21
Written by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
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