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Do Not!
Do not deceive me
Because I am loyal to thee
Do not frustrate me
Because I trust thee
Do not cut me
Because I'm here to heal thee
Do not mock me
Because I praise thee
Do not disintegrate me
Because I am here to complete thee
Do not sadden me
Because I gladden thee
Do not confuse me
Because I am sincere to thee
Do not frighten me
Because I braven thee
Do not leave me
Because I'm always here for thee
Do not disown me
Because I accept thee
Do not misunderstood me
Because I'm trying to be frank to thee
Do not trash me
Because I value thee
Do not destroy me
Because I use to repair thee
Do not hate me
Because I love thee!
-05/19/2013
(Dumarao)
*My Stormy Morning Poems Collection
In the twilight valleys where shadows weave endless tapestries,
Where the breath of dusk embroiders the horizon in shades of evening,
A hermit dreams, his window an eternal portal flung wide open,
To skies where eternity whispers secrets to the gathered stars.
He is the sole architect of the divine murmur,
Casting his heart as a sacred manuscript upon the wings of the wind,
His solitude, an overflowing chalice of elegy and ancient hymns,
Breathing life into the yawning void, preventing the collapse into suffocation.
Mountains bow in reverence to his silent reveries,
While forests etch their ancient tales into the tapestry of his thoughts,
Cascades of time pour forth in silvered streams,
Reflecting the profound melancholy coursing through the eternal poet.
He speaks the language of distant stars and forgotten rivers,
Each word forming galaxies, each sentence an ocean,
Transforming the mundane into ethereal shades of sublimity,
Infusing the ordinary with the haunting echoes of infinity.
The world, a fragile latticework of sighs and whispered secrets,
Would disintegrate into dust, deprived of his solitary songs of solace,
For he, with the poet’s quill, sanctifies every breath of existence,
Imbuing dawn’s light and the twilight’s tender kiss with poetry’s grace.
In his sanctuary, where the cosmos extends a delicate breath,
Blooms a garden of celestial rhymes, infinite in their beauty,
Every leaf inscribed with verses, each blossom a timeless sonnet,
Softly voicing the profound mysteries of the beyond.
Thus the hermit, sentinel of the arcane horizon,
With his window open, offers us a fleeting vision,
A glimpse of sacred transcendence within the fabric of reality,
Saving the world from the abyss of insignificance with the brushstroke of the divine.
The pain I've felt this past year
Makes me wonder how I made it to here
The pain and the tears --- built up in shame
Go for a lot of one person to blame
The pieces of my heart ripped to shreds
This current life I've bled and I've bled
I've lost a lot and gained absolutely nothing back
Like my world is miserable and completely caked in black
The stars in the sky --- shine no more
This life I lead on repeat --- constant horror
The sheltered human race --- so unintelligent and so small
Nobody will ever be there to constantly catch your fall
Truly alone, exquisite, and so very bleak
Very rarely will you ever find what your passionate soul seeks
Sinister darkness --- and an invisible way
Dance shadows around you --- beckoning to play
3:30am --- the blistering evil thickens around
Jumping and shaking with every sound
Paranoid whispers --- tales of the old
Shuttering and shaking in this poisonous cold
My breath swirls crispy in front of my nose
Curiously wandering deep inside --- where nobody ever goes
Evil and laughing the sounds turn your back
But once again you turn around --- and there's nothing but monotonous black
The voices and whispers curse you in vain
Looking for somebody to always point the blame
Waves of the visions of places you see
Will never again, ever again --- be
The Earth it crumbles under your feet
Searching for something you know you'll never seek
Frustrated and shunned you want to cry
And deep inside --- you want to die
Inside your soul grows smaller and dim
Lost your way once again to him
Separate and confused you try to ignore it and live
But absolutely can not without the lessons he gives
Scared and confused --- lost and distraught
The way he knows you can be --- you are not
Giving up from conflicted pain of the past
Nothing --- for me --- ever is good enough to last
So here I dwindle and disintegrate in despair
Waiting weak and exhausted --- 'til I can be there...
Two seeds in heart
compete to be fed
with mercy
or vengeance
oh mystery
of consent
one blooming
in sweetness
petal fragrance
joy of honeybees
and butterflies
elegance
nestling birds
in tender foliage
curtains
sparkling
from cracks
their hidden songs
as gems
then petals fall
embroidering grass
in colors
and fruits mature
to succulence
ambrosial
nourishing life
with seeds that fall
and sprout
reminding
made by God
circle cycle
while made by man
disintegrate and vanish.
The other seed
a weed
that chokes all life
the Devil
known to trail
in shoes of blood
to be eradicated or
allowed to flourish
a choice to be made
in life's short instants
that will continue
unchanged after death
to joy eternal
or never-ending Hell
where those
who don't believe
will...
when they get there.
First Place Winner: Brian Strand-Your Option Again-2/27/23
First Place Winner: Brian Strand-All Yours-6/3/21
Note: St Padre Pio said to someone who didn't believe in hell: You will when you get there.
Darkness gives birth to Light
I was once a victim of Narcissist's spite
Blinded by love I desired to feel and see
Instead I saw truth and faced reality
Awakened, consciously A fool no more
My Name is Karma, I came to settle the score!
Peace and Purity my domain, and then you came
With comforting promises and sweet nothings you played your game
With a sincere heart for you adoration grew
Your Deceit well masked, your mendacious actions brew
Perfidious lover you shall be no more
My Name is Karma, I came to settle the score!
Like a phoenix out of the ashes I rise
My sacred flame will disintegrate your shady disguise
The same toxic dish you served on my plate
Will be fed to you, you will meet your fate
Imposter! To you I have shut my door
My name is Karma I came to settle the score!
God is A all consuming fire
God is A all consuming fire
God is A all consuming fire
God is A all consuming fire
He won't burn up
He can't burn up
He the light for always
and He is eternally brilliant
Shine, brightly for ever and ever and ever and ever. . . .
and ever and always....
Out God is an all consuming fire
Can't put Him out, can't stomp His blaze
Out God is an all consuming fire
Can't stomp Him out
Or pour water on Him
He'll burn for always, always, always, always and always forever and ever
He won't consume you, just rebirth you
Won't cause you pain but He'll save you in Jesus name
Won't disintegrate but His flames and fire greater than
And hotter than anything that you could ever stand
Out God is an all consuming fire
Can't put Him out can't stop His blaze
Out God is an all consuming fire
Can't stomp Him out
Or pour water on Him
He's forever a blaze and blazing
Out God is an all consuming fire
Can't stomp Him out
Or pour water on Him
He'll burn for always, always, always, always and always forever and ever
03/03/17
written words by James Edward Lee Sr.
As the Sun begins to set
Darkness creeps in, and yet
There remains a magical feeling
About which at present nature is dealing
The blue Sky gradually disappearing
As the night is patiently gearing
To bring in the black dark night
And surround us all until daylight
The white puffball clouds now disintegrate
Before our eyes the dark will infiltrate
Our minds our souls for a brief while
As in, the field, disappears the Stile
Covered now beneath the shroud
Of night now coming in calling out loud
In the foreground proudly standing still
The bushes whispering in the gentle winds chill
They will still be there tomorrow morn
Are they bushes or ears of corn?
Hard to tell in the sad dim light
As nature settles down for the night
Eventually when all the blue Sky has gone
The sound of night Owls will linger on
A silent solitude will reign
Until morning comes again
In the labyrinth of time, where shadows spread their dark wings,
Without poets, without artists... the world would collapse into primordial chaos,
Seasons would disappear, civilizations would crumble to dust,
Thought and humanity would be lost in the abyss, life itself would wither;
Sterile darkness would reign, eternal and uncontested.
Poets and artists, the silent architects of existence,
Hold the threads of reality, weaving the tapestry of time,
With every verse, with every stroke, they evoke the seasons,
Creating the rhythm of life, the very heartbeat of the world.
I wander through the corridors of consciousness, with steps of smoke,
Where images and words merge into a symphony of being,
Without the delicate touch of art, everything would disintegrate,
An endless night, devoid of dreams, where even hope cannot breathe.
They determine the features of their age, the taciturn kings,
Guiding humanity with unseen hands, sculpting the dawn of tomorrow,
The future, docile and obedient, finds its form in their vision,
A canvas waiting to be painted, a poem yet undiscovered.
In this silent dance, I see the universe unfolding,
Stars aligning to the sonnets sung by invisible souls,
Poets dream of tomorrow, their words the ink of time,
Artists capture the light of life, their creations the pulse of our reality.
Without them, the cosmos would be an unfinished symphony,
Potential notes scattered in the void, disordered,
But in their hearts, the essence of existence takes form,
A dance of creation that keeps darkness at bay.
In this realm of thoughts, where consciousness flows like a river of stars,
I hear the whispers of poets from past and present, guiding my pen,
Together we dream of a future sculpted from hope and wonder,
A world where art breathes life into every dark corner.
And thus, in the labyrinth of time and space, they lead us,
The poets and artists, guardians of our fragile reality,
For without them, we would be lost in the night,
But with them, we always find the dawn, ever new, ever bright.
The jaundiced eye is yellow -
but not the yellow of sunny cheerfulness or optimism
Rather – the yellow of an alcoholic’s eyes
when after years of feeding his destructive habit,
he is stricken ill and is dying.
Like the bad drunk who blames others
for his miserable condition,
he of the jaundiced eye
finds his own hideousness staring back at him
in the eyes of those in whom his own misdeeds he sees
and then judges as worthless.
By viewing things through yellow eyes,
he is– in fact – yellow.
The yellow of cowardiceness
and the yellow of jealousy and anger
reside in the whites of his eyes.
He is sick, and his sickness seeps through his soul,
infecting his thoughts and actions,
which in turn infects those around him.
His negativity and bias may hurt others,
but in the end,
he has mainly hurt only himself.
Unless he makes a mighty change,
he will disintegrate ultimately
into the horrible dark void
of his own mortality.
June 29, 2021
for Unseeking Seeker's the 'Jaundiced Eye' Poetry Contest
July 12 for 'A Brian Strand July 13' Poetry Contest
I dived into the cauldron of magic potion
And turned numb
Watching helplessly as my body
Transformed into glimmering stars
All set to twinkle in broad daylight!
Then I found myself in the air
And heard a child wail out
At how gorgeous is the cloud
That is passing above his head!
What has happened to me, I wondered
As I realized that I was the cloud he was talking about!
With a sense of dread settling over me
I tried to get back into the cauldron
So that I may try to get back into my former shape
But the winds blew me further and further away
Towards the open sea where the waves rage and roar!
I felt myself disintegrate further and further
As I fell into the water and told myself
That this must be the end of me:
From human to water,
Merged with the great ocean!
Greed leads one to his own destruction
The magic potion was intended to be
Used sensibly
And I, hankering after its potency
Could only now wander if it is
My tears which are drowning me in this vast ocean
Or if the ocean water is that which drowns my tears!