By early '71, or was it late '70?
I had fallen in love, or so I thought,
For the very last time.
From the summer of '69 until then,
Many short romances died on the vine.
Some of them came and were very pleasing
For a little while. But I must confess that
Some ended with questions at the end of
The trial; Questions of the type to which
There were no answers and from which one
Was forced to move on.
To the young and yet untested: To the beginner
With love not yet invested; I advise that you
Wait and not hurry love. Let love find you and
Lite gently upon your shoulders like a dove.
Duly noted that neither of you is hidden from view. I found my dream girl sitting in the pew.
To the restless and immature, too hasty to
Understand, be advised that just ahead lies
a relationship filled with much sorrow and
quicksand.
Romance is much too beautiful to be
Mared with sorrows. So, don't hurry.
Allow NO ONE to belittle you
for the position or field you have
either chosen or landed –
whether it be temporal or permanent,
whether it be a job or a career –
to you.
If it’s legal –
regardless of what it is you DO –
It is most definitely HONEST living.
There’s NO shame whatsoever,
Only MODESTY and DIGNITY
in TRUTH and HONESTY!
Hence, give NO regards to those that underestimate you
For whatever it is you DO for a living in your occupational field.
Let NO ONE speak ILL of you for doing NOTHING else for NO ONE!
If you have EVER been EMPLOYED, you are SELFLESS – not SELFSH –
By having worked for someone, you’ve invested in THEIR dream, contributing to THEIR success and constructing toward THEIR achievements – NOT YOURS – one brick at a time – even LONG AFTER you’ve already been honorably resigned or abruptly terminated!
For the term you’ve served or filled – however LONG or however SHORT –
You’ve occupied “the vacancy” and fulfilled whatever “the need”
you DO or DID…every day you reported for work in exchange for a
“stipend net change” of the business founder’s “gross pay dollar…”
YOU, SELFLESS DREAM-BUILDER, YOU….?•
I said I'd do it myself
one branch at a time
I bought a house
and invested in a life
seven years ago, here
The storm was small
but strong enough
to break the tree in half
I am forty
I like a challenge
once in a while
Bitter end of July
and I'm hauling logs
and smiling
Either:
the devil is afraid I'll take over
or God will laugh when I ask
"Can I come in?"
If I had of never loved
Would I actually know
What it really is
To love and let go
Was the love sincere
Only God in heaven can understand
How I invested so much in someone
Who was only out to get all what he can
Was this my karma
Am I meant to be alone
Circumstances chirp at my very existence
Meanwhile I hang on to a demeanor that is strong
I cannot fight for yesterday
That is pushing tomorrow away
I can only surrender my visualization of love
And pray for a soulmate who will stay
The pattern maker measures his guest
neck, shoulders chest, and breast,
arms, back, wrist, waist, hips,
pivots for darts on a block bodice
drafts designer dupe requested
a choice rose-beige mini is invested
on paper made of parchment
a muslin fabric fit first garment
The dressmaker sews the formal
zig zags seam ends, snips as normal
finishing floral, attaching appliques,
the courtier knock off is complete
I get out the chips and merlot
It’s time for the fashion show
They say that the world isn't flat , and that is spins around
It's sad.That the sun doesn't come out.
At night
And why is it that sometimes the moon's on high in the skies during the daytime
And who says that it's not right for a man to shed tears and cry
Humanity you are the reason why
Humanity free will the choices you perceive , we try
Shamed guilted and invested
We walk away from the righteous
As we stand before the ---nevertheless
7/13/26
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.2026
It’s the simplest question with the most complex answer
If I asked I wouldn’t want to know the truth
I wouldn’t even want to know why
I can play this game of ignorance
…Correction…I could live it
I could sit back and push you to the back of my mind
I can manipulate myself into believing that you didn’t mean a thing
I can choose what I want to remember and hide you in the closet
Along with all my deepest fears
But one thing will always haunt me
It’s that fact that I meant nothing
That all my time was invested
Into someone who doesn’t even remember my name
I call this poem,
K...
Nothing that I have projected has made you come around, by this time all that I've invested, it is in you my heart is bound.
I remember that very moment, it was our first rendezvous, I was so very nervous to have finally encountered you.
I ask myself was it all just pretend, for him to make love to me, then never acknowledge me again.
I couldn't understand what it was that I had or hadn't done, Did I do something wrong causing him to run.
I've tried to forget you like you have clearly done to me, I tried really hard to think it all as just make believe.
I am invisible to him and it was easy so it seems, not once has he even tried to look at me.
You misread the intentions, you didn't even want to try, now I'm left with this void inside and no explanation why.
Really, how could you do this? You've filled my head with gloom. For it is not only me in there, my every thought you have consumed.
The project was disputed and called mean by ah numberious groups.
It sought both accusations and ownership with minimum investments. It saw the bitterness of invested earniship as opportunity
Key in the it's being exploiting the neauce of exsita ce saw that miniumkum and maxasicion as equal. Monertary sce ince saw otherwise.. He wishes you as his women , might our nights of togetherness baffle him.Clout shall make him mine might I understand from ah- point of leadership might the investments of the troubled before me, be explained by the want of us being together. A conon shall be fashioned to comemerate our togetherness might the world abroad see us as something else.
That white-Bouis is cool but he wishes against the US of coniistuionality.
If I are your pussy the outcum would have been different!
I’ve tasted her heart with my mind, my spirit and soul;
I held her in mine arms in vision, I’m not letting go;
I’ve envisioned her Father’s daughter forever alive;
Eternally well, for all is well, always ALL IS WELL, sigh!
Extreme phenomenal triumphant joyous celebratory;
State of happiness invested reverence glory;
-----Jubilant
3/16/26
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.2026©
Happy Friday the 13th
We, the feminine you need
By Michelle Morris
13/03/2026
Today is a lucky day
Today is divinely blessed
It's not what they'd like us to believe
It's about holy feminine essence
We, the keepers of the Fire
We, the keepers of the Seed
We, the keepers of the Sacred
We, the feminine you need
The ethers are crackling with glee
Energy and lightning and moonstone
Thirteen chances each year
It's time for the world to atone
This world of men, sad and grey
The world of women, bright and light
Colours and energy returning to balance
It's time to put things right
Let Angels hear our call
Let life be blessed for all
Let our collective vibration rise
Let our hearts and minds be aligned
Today is a lucky day
Today is divinely blessed
We, the women, rise to claim power
We, the women, are invested
We, the keepers of the Fire
We, the keepers of the Seed
We, the keepers of the Sacred
We, the feminine you need
We, the keepers of the Grace
We, the keepers of the Storm
We, the keepers of the Wisdom
We, the feminine are reborn
© Michelle Morris, 2026
and the Lord formed man
of the slime of the earth
and breathed into his face
the breath of life
and man became
a living soul
wonderfully made
with faculties to know
wrong from right
truth from lies
and freedom
to choose which side
until slime
returns to slime
and breath like dew
to the throne
of light
to give an account
how the coin of life
was invested in time
if sheep were gathered
in love
or scattered with fear
and slaughter
There is no wolves
in Paradise
In this current epoch..The attempt was made.'
To groom the 'whole earth' a hand overplayed.?
The methods used were 'time tried
And tested'
The
Payments were billions invested...This i have not
Invented.'
There was a satanic sacrifice, the elderly were our first.'
Incarcerated like cattle, they must have felt cursed?
Yet we somehow have pulled through.'
Now they lie and hide
Yet some medics still proffer.' Sterilisation and
Volantary genocide.!)
That last day leaving summer camp,
didn't know she would be there too.
My protector, my ghost..
I expect each of us as kids dreamed,
yet scared to define the two.
Watched as she drove away, life lost a little of its taste
so far out of my league, yet always wondered,
what another life could've replaced.
Don't invest in secrets of yesterday,
and certainly not tomorrow.
Put all your coin on this today..
that which all old men
seek to borrow.
Carry your heart for all to respect,
live long all precious days.
Don't trust your soul to intellect,
for it'll abandon you..
just when you trusted it
to stay.
There's genius in a child's clutch,
and love in life's brocade.
Without it most don't hold to much,
and see all wither that they made.
Don't know if the past matters much,
to me remains ever just the same.
When two lives shared all in touch,
and one just a picture in a frame.
We all have many fragile parts
and life throws many sharp honed darts.
Do you find comfort when pain hits its mark,
inside the blackest of your dark?
Is there someone who would hold you
should you abruptly fall apart?
Is there someone in your life who is
truly invested in your heart?
Pain and joy are same hand deal
both have rope to claim us all.
Some pain we cannot conceal.
We need arms as a healing shawl.
Even the strongest in faith
may break from all life takes.
We will all bear pains that scathe.
Healings are what love can make.
Is there someone you could hold
should they fall apart?
Is there someone who believes
you are invested in their heart?
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