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In shadowed halls, I've followed the quiet threads of power,
Charting each muffled cry, its subtle sway in time,
Silently navigating the veiled histories held in their gaze.
Indeed, the world is more than a stage for veiled hands,
And the moon a silent sentinel of their secret rites,
In hidden rooms, the sacred vow shifts to silent betrayal.
I turn not to the relics of old secrets worn thin,
Nor seek the stark truths in ruins of ancient bonds.
Shadows are draped like promises, speaking of deeper dawns.
I've roamed the archives under the quiet moon's watch,
Untangling the snarled webs of alliances that bind.
Yet, they hold fast.
Sometimes, I long for the veils to be drawn back completely.
In the quiet corridors, triumphs speak their tales;
The secret heart pulses with the rhythms of old truths.
So many conflicts, many nations want.
To kill, abundant arms, countries just flaunt.
Talking about wars, a thing they cherish,
it matters less, whether many perish.
On round tables, their talks always on strife:
destroy with bombs not even a knife;
invade other lands with slightest excuse
to commit shameful human rights abuse.
Their alliances rob others of their peace.
Their thirst for human blood is without cease.
A once prosperous place plundered to debt,
all their residents scamper in cold sweat.
But hope still glimmers, though the road is long,
still peace will come, though war now rages strong.
13th November, 2024.
in a gathering full of strangers friends and family
alliances are seldom celebrated
as lay minister stands over your casket
preaching your eulogy
telling your story
telling of your life and of your future Glory
Verbally celebrating your life
Not reassuring the gathering of your reuniting with Christ
Six strong man carry you from the hearse to the grave
lay funeral
Persons come from foreign air some crying some friends some dear
lay funeral
Stardust shrine Moon yet rise
Tears of mourners tears and eyes
While in the professional walk people whisper and talk
He was a pleasant soul and now he's gone
Laid to rest
He lived his life as his life was a test
And he passed
He's past through this life once
Now he is at rest
Asleep here on Earth yet awaken in heaven
For you see he is not dead
He is just at rest asleep as a bird in his nest
So alas
Lay funeral
Is so now laid to rest
For in truths I am alive, alive in Christ
Amen
Amen
13/26/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2030
Imagine Jesus
and Buddha
messianic bodhisattva taught
it is humanity's sacred vocation
to heal traumatically wounded children
and economically
and politically marginalized
and feminized
and disempowered adults
Seeking resonant therapies
for resiliently restoring
compassionate mental health
mindbody wealth
while synergetically musing
panentheistic
rhapsodic
in EarthMother's warm wet womb
of wisdom.
Does this image appear
and feel obviously
not RightWing divisively oppressive?
Suppressing underlying capitalist commodifying
Patriarchal Straight White privilege
of self-righteous economic
and political supremacist beliefs
Monoculturing nationalistic alliances
against global
public and climate GodGiven health
resonant polyculturing wealth
of our indigenously universal
panentheistic
ecofeminist traumatized
disenfranchised intersectional
polypathic RightBrain
Intuitively felt
natural resonance enlightening
while spiritually empowering
non-LeftBrain dominant,
but bicamerally co-passionate,
secular/sacred
integrally prime co-relational
wisdom
Of health thought wealthy feelings
expressed in nonviolent communionizations
of messianic bodhisattva
Jesus Buddha reunifications.
Let's Pray Together
Let's open our hearts, and talk to the Lord;
Let's open our minds, and talk to the Lord;
Oh!, just open your mouths and pray;
Open your mouth pray to the Lord
Let's pray, let's pray together;
Together lets start
Forming alliances
Breaking yokes and hearts
Let's Pray Together
Folding are hands
And lifting our voices
Turn around and make better choices
Breakings yokes and hearts
Let's open our hearts, and talk to the Lord;
Let's open our minds, and talk to the Lord;
Oh!, just open your mouths and pray;
Let's Pray Together
Let's pray, let's pray together
Let's let us open our eyes
Let's eat of the manna pie
Flying off to heaven skies, you and I
Let's open our hearts, and talk to the Lord;
Let's open our minds, and talk to the Lord;
Oh!, just open your mouths and pray;
Open your mouth pray to the Lord
Let's Pray Together
11/05/07
written by James Edward Lee Sr.
from anthology "Sin"
I was in the company of my
siblings
Enjoying the comforts of my
sisters,
When they came at me
Armed with axes and machetes
determined to grind their oxen
They struck blows upon blows, cuts upon
cuts.
My limbs first, then my trunk came tumbling
down.
I shouted and cried all to no avail, none
came to help me;
Subdued,
I submitted to my fate like
Others
Gone before me.
Then calamity for our maltreatment
began;
Like a curse in due season.
My muffled cry earlier stripped of a voice
began to be heard.....
As temperatures increased by
one degree,
As appointed seasons altered
their course.
Floods and droughts became
synonyms.
The snow banks of the Arctic and
Antarctica,
Began to reach out in protest, not
unmindful of the depravations' of
the Polar bears and its ilk's.
Ozone, grumbling about the partitioning
due to the unholy alliances with Carbon,
Hurting the harmony that once kept them
in bonds.
But now some kind hearted kindred's have
given voice to my,
Cry.
They have taken note and are beginning to
act to save my other siblings.
(I hope it is not too late to save our forests, to
reduce global warming and preserve our earth.)
Written on the 4th November, 2015
Alchemy
What process need there be to make
of broken things – the real? Great
sorcerers have failed, formed molten
monuments to greed’s glory. I, poor
peasant that I be, had neither flame
nor Patron, nor desire to be purified.
Priests had tried to rid me of the evils
they perceived; prayed and chanted
waving wands and crosses to summon
the fire of hell or open the gates of heaven.
To their chagrin, I remained unchanged.
Alone in a world of twisted wreckage
I formed alliances with the aspects of
my being that had resisted the sorcery.
Realizing that I was an individual and
need not be party to the organized
incarceration of my mind and spirit.
I honed the edges of my intellect on
tools hand fashioned by experience.
Culled the detritus of past lunacy
and sorted carefully aspects that
might still be of use.
Fear, that mighty bastard, fought
to stay on the throne surrounded
by its henchmen – hate, rage, and
an ever present anger. My choice?
Flee the kingdom or take the crown.
I could no longer remain in exile from
my self but had my self-alchemy the
strength to approach the pseudo
King and challenge his hold on the
empire?
Thus did I, we, the many aspects of
my being, conspire to outwit and
outmaneuver a slow, entrenched,
inflexible imposter. Slowly the seeds
of truth took root, gave blossom to
integrity, trust, and a self-reliance
not based on self. Wisdom followed,
slowly, as is wisdom’s want. So did
the alchemy of youth give way to the
alchemy of growth, the alchemy of
ego to the alchemy of spirit. So was
my darkness brought into the light
my weakness into strength, my being
restored.
John G. Lawless
The thrust of salvation's revelation;
Straight from the buckle of the Bible Belt -
Crusading on a plan of what they felt:
"The World for Christ in One Generation."
Their causes - all so specious and remote:
Ban dance and drink and feminist pursuits;
Then, Prohibition passed by their recruits
Of Congressmen who pandered future votes.
And now, a hundred years from past mistakes,
The politicians are once more enthralled
To recast government - advising all
To think and act and vote one way - their take.
Erosion of the aims our Founders sought -
To separate State from religious ties
Because they feared what then could be devised:
Alliances that Kings and Crosses wrought.
Yet, persons seeking faith identities
For personal spirituality
Can lose their way through a conformity
To doctrinaire religious entities.
Religious rightists craft a host of things:
Electing "friends" to legislative seats;
Appointing judges who share their entreats;
Controlling rights and thoughts and what that brings.
And, banning books the obtuse criticize -
The followers of simplemindedness -
Sheer ignorance at best - no more, no less,
Who wander through their world of contrived lies.
Yet, some espouse a "Theocratic State"
To make us like Iran's dictatorship
That keeps all paople under yoke and whip;
A western styled and brokered caliphate.
This prospect so absurd and ill-advised -
The essence of a Theocratic State -
Undemocratic doctrines we should hate
By muddled thinking "mullahs" in disguise?
We ought to learn what history decries:
A harsh reality that forms a trap
When politics, religion overlap.
Stop tempting Fate with blinders on our eyes.
The Waxing Moon and the Wind
The winter wind tears at the throat of night
like a fair weather friend.
Once, breeze born seeds had nourished
the ripe soil of summer's joining,
alliances of water, wind, earth and fire
which formed from heart source,
now ravaged by competition.
Howls of blood lust wreak havoc
on the weakening darkness, the pack hunts,
reveling in the hoar frost and the sharp
hump of gibbous moon in the eastern sky.
Each rattle of shutter brings hope to the
onslaught of gale searching to claim
the lead and lead…
to find a chink in the human armor
of hearth, home and family.
Yet, though the wind has might,
the heart fire burns bright and in this warm
light true friendship can be born,
for there is no beauty in the gnashing of teeth
and rending of nascent flesh.
May the wind mellow and once again
carry the seeds of Spring, new life, new art,
and upon the rack of Godly hart.
Alliances and Allies
rebuildig from the ashes
Collission, Colapse
Imprints of trauma linger
Helicopter blades, rushing winds
Precious life hangs in the balance
Newspapers misprint the facts
They hav'nt came up with too many bright ideas
Citizens turn their eyes away from evil practiced
And the Wisdom of the Elders is misapplied
It's distinctive the vibe I feel
Completely underestimated is my heart that fights it all
Humble yet - defying the odds
As Prisoners of War lend strenght to one other
Just in hopes of seeing her face again
Besides the picture they took away and burned
It's a wonder he survived the war and remarkable what a offense can occur
Much paitents is what we must have men
But lets draw straws
On of us must become a spy