Getting past Mezzo's
Meddling has been a chore
For me to
Yeah and you and the
Soprano bothered me to
Since you chose me
A high compliment
I say I do
Auh ooh auh
I'm in love
With you!
____________________
My auh ooh auh
My ooh auh ohh
Auh say she love
Me too
My auh ohh we
Mentions in whispers
Her ooh she golly
I do's
We've been together
Through storms and
all kinda weathers
My auh ooh auh
Wish to marry me
I'll say I do!
My auh ooh auh
It's ain't complicated
That's true
My auh ooh auh
He knows I love
Him too
My auh ooh auh
I will do anything
For you
My auh ooh auh
I am in love with
You
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Words flowing from the heart in my chest:
Do we dare pursue another quest?
Why must we idolize excess?
What if we buy the best?
Learn to eat less?
Eliminate the rest?
Ever sit forever on the can
as your backdoor ran, spoiling your plans
Or fall asleep at the keys
type a zillion zzzzzzzzzzzzzs
Eat a sloppy joe with your fingers
Leaving plenty for the ants who linger
Forget your cap when it rained
Ruining that new hairstyle once again…
Join the club of the ‘less-than-perfect’
of us who admit it, there is surely no surfeit
It all began back in September
Less than a year, what a year to remember
A hug on sight was definitely a must
The hunger for love was a hunger for lust
From the sparkle in my eyes to the passion in my soul
From the words that were spoken, to the ones never told
From the beauty with the fire
To the one with no desire
Our purpose was fulfilled and now it is so
The song came to an end, us and the video
Don’t know if any wounds in time will mend
But I’m glad to say, you’re still my friend
Can time ever be measured by a moment in the heart?
Can it ever learn to stand still for the times we are apart?
Love had its time to shine, looking back from now to then
With five loses up to date and zero yet to win.
Hopeless pull
like water fall
she walks with silk and breaths airs milk
I fell for her as words fell over
her mind like knives and quick like spoken
words less said shes here she's wed
I fell for her as words fell over
Her body pulsed
I fell all spoken.
There’s much to let out of the cage,
A flow out from the chamber,
But there is less room,
And restraint is the space.
June 23, 2026.
::Nothing::
~ on the tip of my tongue ~
\but lodged in my throat/
|can't spit it out|
¥only hack it up¥
¥
ThAt
fEeLs
SoMewHaT
lEss
poEtiC
Read words backwards between few lines
Of manmade markings in “bold” signs.
A wordplay is scarce, criteria are clear -
Now you, Sir John, unscramble, Dear!
Conjugal variate simplex kerosen;
Microscopic septic verizon;
How can this the dancing be;
When this person has no feet,
nor harmony.
6/3/26
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2026
Dear, I've left something behind.
Sorry to say, I've lost my mind,
but don't fret, or cry, or pout.
We'll just have to live without.
Something else, love, has been lost
or gone off to the races.
Sorry to say, what concerns me most
is in some other places.
The more they preach
The less they believe
The more they look
The less they see
The more they speak
The less they listen
The more they learn
The less they know
The more they fear
The less they overcome
The more they promise
The less they deliver
The more they expect
The less they deserve
The more they complain
The less they value
The more they reap
The less they sow
The more they forsake
The less they become
The more they mind
The less they care
The more they sense
The less they feel
The more they want
The less they give
The more they answer
The less they solve
The more they live
The less they grow
The more they profess
The less they explain
The more they judge
The less they forgive
The smarter they get
The dumber they are
Sometimes, we must go west to reach east.
Often, watching others eat is the real feast.
Sometimes, less is more,
And being more means:
To be alienated or victimized
Doesn't mean that I am a victim.
To be put down low and beneath
Does not mean I cannot rise above.
To be poor, middle class, or less than rich
Is no reason to not make many rich.
To be faced with danger and death,
But yet helping others that they might live.
To be afraid, hungry, and homeless,
Yet securing, feeding, and housing others.
Parents gladly becoming 'have nots';
Going without and barely surviving,
So that their children might have and thrive.
To live on less and without the best,
Always believing that we all are blessed.
_________________________
Something surprising is happening all over. The world is drinking less alcohol. Sales are dropping. People don’t want to drink—not as much as they used to. As per US Gallup, only 54% cent of Americans drink—a 90-year low. Maybe, the joy of drinking is found less and less on shared-high, and more and more on shared-presence.
______________________________
If Gen Z walks right in a bar
And water is all they order,
Their joys, less on shared-high,
More on shared-presence lie,
Winking, tells me a twinkling star.
______________________
Happenings | 01.04.2026| humour, joy, youth, limerick
(“July 7 Hot and Blue”, 2024, original encaustic)
I like mowing the arboretum
Because it’s relaxing
And the reason for that
Is because it’s mindless.
There are other mindless activities
Such as walking on the beach,
Fishing under an open sky,
Or playing with pets and small children.
But mowing the arboretum for me
Is especially mind-less
Because it’s a randomly planted plot of land
Which means it can only be randomly mowed.
Only an acre, still it takes a couple of hours to mow,
And often I begin with dread, because
I have forgotten how good it feels
To let my mind wander into mindlessness.
In our hearts we know mindlessness is good for us,
And that’s because being obsessively mindful
Is the same as being a prisoner, or better yet a slave,
Within and to our own mind.
Mindfulness is well and good for a variety of tasks,
I certainly want my surgeon being mindful,
But it’s simply a means to an end, and that end,
The ultimate space of a free mind, is mind less.
(4/17/26)
Our tongues are instruments of power
it has a mind of it's own
just like our hearts
the words from our tongues
can make us or break us too
before the sight of the Lord Jesus Christ
even though we believe no one is listening to us
we always have one invisible witness
available in every conversation
Our tongues can be saturated
with encouraging words of love
prayer and psalms of thanksgiving
like a bright flower in a garden
which glorifies our God
but at the same time
it maybe saturated
with bitterness, profanity, backbite
slander, criticism, gossip, lies and insults
where it become less like a flower
but more like a sword
which glorifies the Devil
flowers and swords cannot
be forced to share a room together
Our tongues should be saturated
with more things like flowers
and less things like swords
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