Must be something in your heart passionate
Someone stirring in your mind so passionate
As the dot of light shines bright
Instantaneously engage is light
I am of who I am before
Must be something in your spirit that purges
Pains of this sorted I'm compelled with urges
As the waving of the winds
Copopulate the solar blinds
Floating in mid summer skies
2/19/26
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2026
Humans are the most selfish creatures on Earth,
The original parasites.
We latch onto each other, claiming life is unliveable without them,
Trapping them into our cycle of destruction.
Every human has a cycle of destruction,
Some slower, some more rapid.
Most people destroy themselves through drugs,
A quick hit that makes you feel instantaneously better, yet fades quicker.
Others destroy their thoughts, poisoning their minds.
Some destroy other people, gaining a small relief that the other didn’t hurt them.
Forget a fight or flight mentality,
It’s kill or be killed.
That is human nature.
We, the most selfish species on Earth,
Hunt our enemies, our friends, before they hunt you.
Vulnerability is our biggest weakness.
I am a fancy talker
I could talk and make you feel good
Mind you I am not a motivational speaker
But can galvanize you into action
In both negative and positive ways
I could talk you into a world
That only exist in the imagination
I could talk and you feel your Situation change instantaneously
I could talk you into a decision
That you will regret all your life
I could also talk you smoothly into your breakthrough
Therefore eat with me armed with a long spoon
And be weary of me when I talk to you
And choose wisely so that you can live
I mean live life in abundance!
I need more than what you’re giving me.
Don’t ask because you already know.
It’s past time to leave unsaid on the floor,
grind fastened into dust and go forward.
Don’t ask because you already know,
tell me what you need to give honestly.
Grind fastened into dust and go forward,
let it run through shaky fingers and fall.
Tell me what you need to give honestly,
perhaps I can reciprocate if you let me.
Let it run through shaky fingers and fall,
instantaneously there is a lighter load.
Perhaps I can reciprocate if you let me,
I’ll take a little if you give in just a bit.
Instantaneously there is a lighter load,
reciprocating will make us both stronger.
I’ll take a little if you give in just a bit,
it’s past time to leave unsaid on the floor.
Reciprocating will make us both stronger,
I need more than what you’re giving me.
Lord Jesus uttered in unbearable pain
‘May God forgive these adamant people
unaware of their guilt, mostly insane.’
That’s the spirit of a graceful holy heart.
Me basically, kind-hearted, and soft minded persona
feeling intense urge to respond prompt
at need of person in misery.
Instantaneously I act and become ready
to lend a helping hand expecting no return.
Soul reacts spontaneous and unbiased.
Kindness is basic realisation
to sense and feel pain of one another.
Self-centered person does never bother.
Kindness builds up right civilization.
I believe in power of kindness
But in cases of malice, offences, wickedness, tortures,
I feel no pity, but wish to punish tormentor, not to forgive.
power of kindness
to apply not supporting
an offence or crime
Lord, grant me peace within this day,
make each thought be undefiled.
Let your light only illuminate my way,
so when stress comes I won’t be riled.
Sometimes I forget that I’m not alone,
then I see your hand reaching out to me.
As today’s issues make themselves known,
I’ll instantaneously think of thee.
A Drink of Let Go
Hardy Levis shorts
Stuckup seesaw
Let go of forgot
Now playing
To my mistakes Sounds of chord Shapes in time
Echo at the end before
The meeting has begun
I can't let go
I say what is life
On any casual day
Will I miss the flowers and the.trees
There's a girl over there
we latch on instantaneously
To each others soul
Maybe she can help Maybe setup my life
Maybe I can live again and always do whats right
But I am really living in someone else's dream
Iam seen praying to a human replicator
Praying not to be changed
Serving mischief
Marinated reefer
Wrapped up and traded for gunpowder
The money man
Final wish
Shark food
you've got a tenderness...
about you; instantaneously
e v i d e n t
in your eyes and bright smile.
you are creative
in more ways than one,
sharing your God-given gifts
with your community, the world.
incessantly inquisitive;
whatever you lack
in e x p e r i e n c e,
you make up two-fold in curiosity.
Standing at a dusty crossroads,
The sun brutally beats down
Upon flesh left for dead.
High noon mingles with midnight;
Diminishing reality becomes increasingly threadbare.
Brittle tumbleweeds drift tragically away.
Beady-eyed vultures swoop, circling.
Gravity's pull feels increasingly heavy
Against unrelenting waves of sorrow—
Karma's come to collect its dues.
Squinting in due south’s direction,
A dilapidated shack instantaneously appears.
An invisible pull propels me;
Fate’s hand opens the door.
Forward I march toward uncertainty.
long in the attic,
now unboxed,
treasure trove of
old Polaroid photographs;
priceless!
pulled from
the gaping mouth of oblivion.
one family album,
in particular,
sucks me into the vortex
of nostalgic memories.
instantaneously,
I'm spirited back
to my salad days.
ah, my youth...
an opulence of memories;
fun times with Dad,
and Mom, too.
oh, wow, a family portrait...
look at how young we all look!
questions, questions, questions...
so many rhetorical questions
flood my mind...
"who took this one?"
"where was this?"
"what became of some of these folks?"
"how many are still living?"
bringing a smile...
baby photos of mine,
a kindergarten photo.
bringing a tear...
photos of long deceased relatives;
I miss them so!
precious moments in time
I wish I could relive.
photos I haven't seen
since childhood;
many taken before I was born
hit me like a jolt of electricity!
some, faded
some, still vividly clear
i smile at so many young frozen faces
- familiar and strange -
smiling back at me.
myriad of emotions
on my face
as I rummage through
a dusty box of memories.
Mom, Happy Thanksgiving
Wishing You Were Here
A Tree Grows In The 18th Spot
With The 18th Tear That I Shed
I Stop On 18th Street
To Sing A Song
That Is 18 Minutes Long
18 Memories Come To My Head Out Of Nowhere
Then I Turn 18 Again
And I Rename MySelf Benjamin Button
When Some Stranger Named Paul,
Who Dwells In A Hard Castle On Avenue 19,
Plays A Nostalgic Tune Of Glorius Therapeutic Effervescence,
I Will Be At Your Burial Site With Flowers ?? For You
I Will Treasure The Memories In Tributary Showers For You
Without You Here, I Will Always Be Alone
Still Searching For Replacements But Failing Instantaneously
My Love And Appreciation For You Has No Expiration Date And Will AllWays Be A HolyDay EveryDay In Every Way More And More Each Day In Every Phase Like A Metaphorical Phase That Confuses Me With Similes, HowEver, I Still Find A Way Via Ginseng Vibes Of SunShine Inspiration Thanks Wholly To You......
I Miss You And Love You, M.O.M. (Mother Of Marty) Like The Purification Of Simplicity's Kindred Spirit In Its Maternal Essence
Keep Resting Easy........Love Infinity........
sentimental
eccentricity
ironically
earnest
quaint
& quirky
extravagent
phenomena
instantaneously
understood
11/15/2023
You are my midnight love chimera.
Beneath a turquoise sea.
We met innocently and affably.
Giggling and smiling, so innocently.
But…passion’s gates opened wide.
And its aquatic , aqueous mouth…
Swallowed us, whole and most divine.
Our soul’s instantaneously intertwined!
What entity, created such instant intimacy.
An under the deep sea, exotic gratification.
.Chimera~ something that exists as an aspiration…
but is not achievable in this world at all.
Of Greek etymology.~ a fire-breathing monster
that has a lion’s head, a goat’s body and the
tail of a snake!
What is as close
As one's breath
Not the last one
Nor the next one
Rather at the
Momentary point
You wonder if
You are inhaling
Or exhaling
What granular
Invisible aspect
Of this precious gas
Is entering the lungs
To exit as
Carbon dioxide
Or find a capillary
To take a ride
On a blood stream
Rush to the brain
Keeping it alive
All without intent
To do so
Whilst processing
Information received
Instantaneously sending
Electrical impulses
To fingers hovering over
An imaginary keyboard
All which are immanent
Yet transcendent from
breathing
Kindred spirits, instantaneously.
It was unbidden love written in the
Stars for the erstwhile strangers.
Magical was their connection, an
Explosion of vermilion; passionate,
True romance; 'twas sheer kismet!
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