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I gazed upon the familiar dirt road, partially submerged in the narrow ditch.
Every inch of its hardened surface was damp to the touch, causing my lips to tremble with uncertainty.
The darkness that surrounded me felt imbued with mysterious enchantment, reminiscent of soft white magnolias and crushed velvet.
Within the confines of my bedroom at night, a silence hung in the air, as if it resided within the very essence of my home.
I had learned to cease my futile resistance, for all that remained was a chilling anticipation, saturated with cold moisture.
No one seemed to believe that I had no control over the forces that resided within me.
My gothic neighbor, however, provided an explanation: during these prolonged encounters, it was best to refrain from taking any action.
Each rose, with its firm grip, filled my entire being, as if it had made a conscious decision.
In the depths of my inner mind, I warned myself not to find pleasure in this experience, likening it to the pressure that opens soft nuts.
It felt as though I were perpetually falling, searching for the perfect description.
Like a mighty wave retreating to the shore too soon, its impact was only felt on the inside of my thigh and lower leg, where it converged.
Time after time, in every direction imaginable, it pushed aside all illumination, focusing solely on the scorching heat deep within me.
Life is too short, and night, with its clandestine nature, becomes a song I keep secretly hidden within myself.
The night sky, adorned with brilliantly burning stars, witnessed the moon elevated high above, isolated from the rest.
Each night, I engaged in a wrestle with these forces, akin to slender tall trees releasing their grip on green verdant leaves.
As sleep overcame me, wide awake, I could not speak of that.
Converged
Felt an instant connection
You, I, we recognize each other's souls.
Love for each other is unconditional.
A found fond spiritual love
Attunement eye contact so intense
Intense seems psychic like a telepathic
The connection feels empathic
Whether you experience empathy physically or cognitively
A found fond spiritual love
So destined we both, in turn, can give each other love and
So shall I encouragement when, what we need to most
Feeling so physically drawn to you
Connection feels empathic
We help each other grow, life and spiritual
Support each other biggest triggers in our lives
Choosing love instead in truth you show up divine
A found fond spiritual love
Timing synchronistic way
Intense and almost feeling psychic
Almost like a telepathic connection
Not at all toxic you can exchange a knowing
Look withal you’re blessed in
A found fond spiritual love
7/10/2023
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2023©
I see
The single eye
It approaches
In stillness
Implants, enables
Unadulterated wisdom
Singular vision
In stillness
The void within fills
With love divine
Which we become
In stillness
Love we were
Love we are
Embraced in joy
In stillness
The bubbles of ignorance
Which never were
Burst noiselessly
In stillness
The form ...
Still
Intense
Absolute!
The eyes ...
Aflame
Radiating
An amber glow!
No form, no shape ...
Just amber eyes
Merged, converged
Single all seeing eye!
Our presence ...
As the occupier
Of the vehicle
Welcomes the amber eye!
In stillness
02-November-2020
Flashback to 30th October, 2018
Murmuring melody mesmerises the dawn.
Colours, like disco lights, elegantly branch out.
Crows, sparrows, robins, and parrots camp on my lawn.
Between harp, lute, sitar, and guitar, there's a doubt.
Is there, amidst the clouds, a lava eruption?
A cloudburst brings, instead of water, hue embers.
Between gold clouds and silver skies, what a duction!
Thunder and lightning bring in untimely tremors.
Sunbeams, like uninvited guests, gleam the green leaves.
Streams and brooks carrying prisms flamboyantly flow.
Breeze brings sparkling stirs between the furls of wheat sheaves.
Hiding behind tentative dewdrops, sun dusts glow.
Gloom and gleam, like celestial mysteries, are merged.
Are heaven and earth, into a new cosmos, converged?
I searched through and through just to find it.
Looked among varying variables, while holding my love's coefficients to multiply with.
I summed up my expressions, ready to find the term
that could be my constant, in the midst of the unknown.
I believed in her geometric prowess.
With the leap of faith, we passed the "sine's," "cosine's," and "tangent's" tests.
The timing was "right-angled"; our thoughts perpendicular.
Yet even as our lines converged, we sought for an equation that would hold us.
She was a ray with infinite possibilities, bending into an arc that waited completion.
My thoughts gravitated towards the center of her attention.
The radius shifted, while the diameter surrendered to the pull of my committed circumference.
A story without an end had begun, circling the horizons of forever.
How could one simultaneously find the root to my happiness without logarithms?
And at the same time, nature, my emotional "parabolas"?
Breaking down every layer of my instability,
by factorising the matrix of my building blocks?
Well, your guess is as good as mine.
She was a mother by nature; "mother-nature" gave to safeguard my heart with the "parenthesis" of care.
There was no calculation that could prove it, yet I was certain.
I needed no probability to determine she was the one.
I was incomplete without her (X) factor.
My (Y) stood in isolation, until I became a function of her unfathomable love.
A derivative that shifted the sails of my destiny.
Walking through the streets of my home town
Reaching for the Memories of days long passed
Seeing nothing of what I once knew
Accepting the fact
That I can never go back
To the time when doors remained unlocked
And no one ever knocked
When a whole section of town converged on one home
A death in the family brought neighbors to your door
There was a sense of community and
Dignity was not a status symbol
Wednesday's the miner rested
In the afternoon possibly at a local bar
While clothes lines decorated back yards
Clorox making it new again
Found a quarter equals five on the pinball unless
She was there
Making three and two cokes a better selection
Baseball glove dangling from the handlebars and
there was no charge for dreams
The park beckoned the wild bunch with a pack of Luckies
Never thinking twelve was too young
And not knowing
The tragedy of progress
Those days when friendships bonded a town
Anger only lasted until the fight was finished
There was a game tomorrow night
Winner and loser going to see it together
And the only real enemy was
TIME.
Here I remain where my destiny pointed
Followed the path with a twist at each turn
Long was the road that appeared ever changing
After these years you would think I could learn
Safe in her arms feeling nothing could hurt me
Fingers entwined and her lips made of fire
Maple leaf dreams should have lasted forever
All that I wanted, my every desire
Open doors closed with their locks tightly bolted
Windows reflecting each shadow I see
Pulled a direction no fighting could waiver
Darkness converged on the image of me
Listening to echoes of words never spoken
All by myself on a wall made of stone
Hoping my tears are enough now to drown me
It had to be, I am destined alone
F O R E V E R I N Y O U R E Y E S
F orests of floral passion desire converged reflections shining mirrors
O f wildest dreams come together true bidden not forbidden fruit in
R ound curvaceous mangoes cherries grapes and mutual temptation
E mbrace transcend your words unspoken colours scripted orange pink
V iolet indigo scented tapestries of sensing sensual climactic fragrance
E ver forever everlasting from that fleeting blink of splashing moments
R etrieved consoled compounded enlightenment in wet and pastel blue
I n your eyes all worries vagaries fragmentations unveil another story
N arrate two minds two souls melt and forge sensational sensations
Y our wings touch my roots and your foundations make me rock and fly
O n cotton moons of weightless lighted sensuous blends of coupled spoons
U nder floating tears of laughter sadness joy scream gently sparkling stars
R oll tease spark encourage squeeze the river delta’s flow from your spring
E mbrace your touch taste perfume the tingling waves and beautiful delight
Y our glance your entertainment of my humble offerings your frown and wink
E nshrined in bark of cinnamon and humid floral passing capturing passiflora
S hed secret secrets intellectual pheromones lost lust emotion lover’s love
12th July 2016
I could not believe it, as I stood on a road, so high,
Ten thousand feet above the sea level and felt to fly;
Thin roads, like jet plane traces, converged, into an uphill -
‘Gravity Defying Hill Ladakh’, known for acute chill...!
The story, I heard of the magnetic hill, was, unique,
Its magnetic force pulls cars upwards, eye-witnesses speak;
I stood speechless as the driver stopped his car, yet, it moved,
When vehicles drove, like ghosts, engineless, the truth was proved...!
There was a mystic path, Once upon a time, the myths say,
Men and women lived blamelessly, and reached heaven this way;
I stood, wonderstruck, and experimented with each grass blade,
Wonders flew in each molecule as though the heavens swayed...!
Observing each moving automobile, I stood breathless,
The magnetic hill stood solemn and serene, as deathless;
Each small leaf, laced with graces of frost, waved in victory,
Each nucleus of dust, therein, seemed benedictory...!
I adore the wonders of the creator in each dust,
Thinking, hearing, and witnessing, in him I ever trust;
Each creature of nature, indeed, is divinity filled,
In breathlessness stand each creature, physique-psyche core thrilled...!
27 January 2023
Lascivious Friends Amends
Coincidence, simultaneity, with a pinch of merriment
And convergence of moments, opened up this gate to hell
(I had to open the door…didn't I ?…)
It was at their convenience, not mine
Cursed by fate, unwanted visitors, (I forget their names.)
I only knew them as fornicators
The lascivious friends, (Not mine. I inherited them.)
Converged on me, a wild pack of hungry hyenas
Yelping, laughing, “Where’s the food!”
Kissing and slobbering all over themselves
Antique furniture and glass began to shatter from their antics
We were all mutual friends of Jack
I wish he’d take them back
They originated, I suspected, speculated
From unknown depths, bottom feeders, society leaches
The underbelly of low life
As synchronicity would have it, in its awful syn-chronic manner
I had to face them, entertain them, could not escape them
Had to be a proper host
A host in the true sense of the word
The parasites took hold of me
Bled me dry of all my food and drink
Did I mention that they stink…or is it stank?
Nearly bending me in half down to their lowly level
They implored me, no, they insisted on more and more
There were four of them who strained my will
Two men, two woman, as they proclaimed aristocracy
I drove off to the store to get them more
When I returned with beer and snacks
They asked me for a favor
To stay forever as they unpacked
I said, is doomsday a good starting date?
They laughed
I called the girls, Jane and Jane
The boys I called Bob and Bob since I did not know their names
And they did not care what I called them
As long as they could stay
Jack, my roommate, was out of town
He would not return
His parents didn't raise a dummy
They trained him well
I was stuck with a couple of nameless Jane’s
And Bob and Bob. Let’s call them double Bob’s
The lascivious ones were here to stay
Debauchery all the way
They will have to live on beer and pretzels
As I await doomsday and pray it comes today
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