treading inwards indicates an
embrace of valour
knowing one is held ——
a journey strewn with jagged edges
unknown detours
once on a straight narrow path
turnarounds disappear
jungles untamed appear
lame sometimes becomes our resolve
though forging beyond crags or rags
one cannot sag or lag _____
perseverance becomes no severance
seventh heaven with salvation usurps
starvation
luminosity at end of slog holds steady
in solitude we need make no haste
knowingness, as Heart’s compass
keep us safe
hazards or hurdles cannot curdle
an inward journey ~
Spirit of destined fate never late
turns burnished key into Home to be
w i t h i n is
M A J E S T Y
slowly we evolve
blinking within universes
moving forward solve
facing ourselves in mirrors
knowingness sees then stands deep
nothing becomes time
matter meaningless messy
we sing songs as chime
when awakening to truth
egos escape shiver shake
let go forgiving
untangle own threads and dread
climb green trees to see
eclipses giving clarity
on the path with sanity
“The Path towards REMEMBERING is not for the weak. It is priceless. Move inwards, without faltering & know that you are held.” Poet
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journey within is strewn with jagged edges
and jewels
both can lead to detours
walking a straight and narrow path one
traverses own jungle untamed
lame sometimes becomes our resolve
not to forge ahead beyond crags or rags
is not an option once undertaking begins
screams may merge with songs or dreams
cream alongside starvation or salvation
a luminous beckoning lighthouse at end of tedium slogs hold us steady
often makes us heady
in solitude with faith we need make no haste
knowingness with Heart’s compass surely
keeps us safe
neither hazard or hurdle makes us curdle
Soul the master of destined fate never late
to turn cherished key into jewelled Home
within is majestic prize to win
UNSEEKING SEEKER CONTINUUM
The Seeker can never be
unseeking for what is
sought is forever seeking
stillpoint is continuum
neither end nor beginning
membrane is not
holding woven
for what weaves loosens
then leaves
space expands then binds
twenty four into forty eight
at the middle disentangles
unmusically gently
three from two is enough
for now
as six is a resting point
overlapping spirals
fountaining colourless
She is quite the Mistress of the air, synchronize swimming where Eagles dare-stare, no need for landing batons or clearance, she has her own flare.
She wraiths the hapless night and the brilliance of day, rakes the sky, knowing her beauty laid, showcased on big screenery-
rewards God with a show bow and cloud kiss of why His All Knowingness plays, ~The Mistress (proud)
Ethereal gypsy queen, reader of the stars
Astrological genius, seeing much in yonder crystal ball
Gifted with clairvoyance, and the gift of prophecy,
Women of my dreams, keeper of the cosmos truth,
Someone who trusts just like me,
Who can stand in the shadow of your all-knowingness?
I dare to enter your tent, acutely aware of your gifts
And the possibility of a future with you.
But alas, I am the king’s son, and it is blasphemy to believe.
You catch my eye, and I am entranced,
Ready to follow you to death, my princess. No doubt.
Written 9-9-2020
Contest: Collaboration
Sponsor: Line Gauthier
What if I
Loved you first
With this I love
First your faults
They fault me, daught me
What If I
I celebrate your sinfulness
In knowingness
I know your not sinless
For who is
I acknowledge I shall not judge you
For u to do confess
My unrighteouness
I'm as a dirty rag yes dirty as a filthy rag
I to have fallen, I'm darken
Together we're broken
What If I
Just a token for making wrong choices
We are broken, we are spoken for
We stink with sins from within
Filled with sickness choice processes we've granted
What If I
All those wrongs that we've chosen
We are sinners saved by grace
What marvelous faith this grace
Lovers, devotionslist
Gleaned mercy graces forgiveness
We do Pondered
Where granted salvation and honor
Mercy Graves forgiveness.
Lovers devoted sins erase
Now bound to heaven and life after death
We too shall see God's face
All this we will finally be on the Lord's Side
Forgiving child no longer need to cry
What if I for this we are now on the Lord's Side
8/23/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019
DISTASTE FOR ONENESS,
RESPOSIBILITY AND KNOWINGNESS.
Ever wondered in how many ways I might have killed you?
The beads of beautiful eyes and string of satin wrapped around slender legs
Thought they beguiled you for centuries?
Hah! It is the unexpected and disenchanted
That will rob you of your knowingness
My love... It is an artist's disease
To trap and be trapped
For the moon, the sun, the vast sky
And thousands of yous
Are playgrounds of my mind's children
With fences not strong enough
To disallow my phantom within.
Go play with your earthly beasts
Kill them and embrace the triumph
Start feeling wise and unconquerable
For this is all that immortality can ever gift you!
A sparkle of joy in the blood of trust
Sprinkled with vapours of guilt
Soon lost amidst new vanquishes,
You are the flesh of confounded reasons
Dwindling alongside the vagaries of time.
Ever wondered in how many ways I have killed you?
I am like a sweet whispering ghost
Who has giggled at your foolish desires
Yet reassured your sanity
I am like an innocent imp
Who has ruffled your feelings
But had never haunted you
I am like a smiling reaper
Who has plucked memories from your soul
And you shall never undo them.
In the hollow of my heart is a girl who's unafraid
Buried deep inside is a girl not gone away
I can still hear her you see
A faint whisper of who I use to be
Your Words made her disappear not out of knowingness
Mostly out of fear
She hid away but man did she put up a fight
So innocent and full of knowledge
Only doing what was right
Beaten down and degraded
Hurt and under rated
She retreated to the hollows of my heart
A faint echoing voice
I'm still hear I have been from the start
Now when I'm at my lowest
And I feel the need to die
I hear that little voice
And she reminds me why
UNSPOKEN CONFESSION
“Is there something you want to tell me?”
the words echoed violently in my ears.
I heard the grinding of the gears,
releasing the latches on the trap door
on which I was standing……
the machinations of interrogation -
and guilt - manifesting themselves,
increased eye blink rate,
uneasy scanning of the scene,
furtive attempts at indifference.
“Is there something you want to tell me!!”
the words the same, the tone different,
more insistent in its knowingness
less tolerant of the stinging silence
no plea bargain offered.
I stood there – crayons in hand –
my colorful new friends
standing behind me - backs to the wall.
John G. Lawless
6/27/2015
submitted to – Is There Something You Want to tell me – poetry contest
sponsor – Judy Konos
Absent Night
storm-of-sadness
On an absent night
The stars don’t seem to care
They flicker in my mind like godforsaken candles.
I await your return
Dreading the waves of despair
Trying to melt my distressing thoughts with the
Blackness
Of time
But it is an absent night
And there is no darkness to spare
For moments held like a loosely tied string of pearls
This is frightening
In the dark I can light a torch
To find them lest they break
In nothingness they will be lost forever.
I want to erase you from myself
but I absorbed you without a trace
without a hint of knowingness
I can’t find even a faint line to erase
Your presence has been absorbed
within me
and is in me,
Like a nomad it roams
laughing at my attempts to isolate and purge.
Why you?
I carefully dress up my thoughts of you
Into air-dropped packets
To satiate my physical needs
And then a stray thought comes
and tips over my mind
and its carefully drawn conclusions.
My thoughts rage again, trying to hide
In blackness, in the dark…
But it is an absent night.
As you complete your daily chores,
I just pace my hardwood floors;
waiting patiently to hear your voice,
knowing for me it's my only choice;
to wait and think of all your charms,
and wish you were here in my arms;
the beauty of your deep brown eyes,
lovelier than the blue, blue skies;
the knowingness of your gentle smile,
as I wait here all the while;
to be together is my greatest desire,
as you have set my soul on fire;
the fire of love and the fire of lust,
to have you in my life, is a must.
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