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"The Begin Again Beings"
A family of swords
the world under their feet
to all that is fallen in the
darkened passages beneath,
slipped on crushed pearls of tears
rivulets running down
a body of work pierced,
the milky powder swallowed
from the shells of wisdom,
much stronger than Bex,
a slither still remaining,
dulled the pain,
somewhat,
for a short while,
until it was fully consumed
and exhausted - then,
without warning,
the unstable ground
ripped, captured pages,
altered the blood let secrets
that seeped 6ft underground -
through the cracks,
one would postulate
that this was a doleful,
how to articulate?
there is only one way -
experience exsanguinate;
their charbroiled armour
now tarnished darker,
nourished the unseen seeds
of the Begin Again Beings
and their shoots shifted
from blunderbuss bullets
and cutting swords
pulled from stones,
to quills flourished
and bowing
to the never ending
silent war of roses;
breaking the surface rot,
growth was slowly seen
breaching up towards the Sun,
in the time of another’s
war strewn
journée poétique
Golden Trumpets
stood with Lilys-of-the-Fields
and Blue Lantana its
thistle down blown apart,
scattered and carried in waves
across the blue sky clouds,
to propagate and adorn
the thorny crowns
of black ravens
sitting on the shoulders
of their beloved
scarecrow masters,
their heraldry requiring
blood and the water
to dissolve their
steadfast blindfolds,
to clearly see as doves,
the beautiful great mystery
of the forgotten ones,
standing their ground
triumphant, never left,
never leaving,
bathed for all time
in the Sun
this is "1" story
of The Begin Again Beings
and how their well-fought for kingdom
was won
(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)
Is it not of him that his prints be made
Is it not of that to which he walked
To which his prints appear to lay
For that of the dust of his feet he reached
From the dust of his feet he made you and me
Oh' what beauty you see, as he bless that of you to me
That he blow like a mountain wind
That there was new life in the trees
For he gave unto the earth the people we see
Life's give and take from thee
But out of it all, he gives the greatest thing of all
And that's love from up high
Air he breathes as we flourish through the leaves
Like a snow of heavens love, he flourished rose of love
He soars from up high, to which he found to which lays
And that's of the heart to stay
As he had put a picture of heavens bless, to which had fallen an angel of heavens
best.
So next time you looking for that comets ride through, be sure you know what to do.
Because when the tail comes through, we know we had the best.
As we know it was that of a warm mist and sparkle, that my heart lay to rest.
That I have found the best and that’s Jesus and his love,
that none could even compare, to which was God’s love.
And that was pure heavenly love.
In Time
Where do we stand when you live so far away?
When I think of you, you are the sun by the bay.
A beautiful sunset will be in many colors.
Maybe one day at the crossroads, there will be another.
I just wanted to reach out and say hi,
Time between us, there are no goodbyes.
I am flourished by your smile.
I long for your touch by a long mile.
You have inspired me to move on and be true.
With honesty, when I look past the horizon it is you.
For I am lost and unforgiven.
You crossed my path and helped me to keep on living.
Let the rain fall into reflections.
For you are breathtaking with affections.
Beyond reach, I am near.
You are waiting unconditionally by the pier.
The storm rises above.
You have introduced me to a better life.
We mayfly together always in the sky.
A new journey awaits one day.
Hand in hand I will stay.
The darkness in me divides.
Along you appeared, in the light.
In the past, I could never give enough.
One day you appeared from above.
With oceans between us,
I sent a message with a dove.
With all the mistakes I’ve made in the past,
You are understanding and giving that will last.
I was left behind barred six feet deep.
In you, with open arms, your hand reached out for me.
I will always be grateful for what you have given.
In this moment we share, will now be our reflection.
For your life is parallel with mine.
One day we'll be together in time
Once life slipped from my young days,
taking away all happiness;
it rained, but flowers didn't grow,
hope was as far as a rainbow...
deprivation and longing
made me shout at my ill fate
to stop its wrongdoing
before it turned to hate.
Yes, taking back life wasn't easy,
but what's left is mine to pursue...
to enjoy before my hour of death;
and I hope that it will continue
without disrupting the harmony
between love and happy living:
'though lost time can't return,
the present is enough!
Years have passed and generosity
has flourished in a loveless heart,
now, every friend notices how
it loves them without resentment;
and they reflect over my words,
" Taking back life wasn't easy...
I fought hard and won
by making the right choices!"
AHH! Sum of freshly bake,
sugar caked;
hollowed out;
cookie shell so meaningful
like a dictionary words flourished
might as well make a wish;
so intense is this… recycled
oh, a strip of paper with a wish
placed inside a cookie piece
I dreamed I was in an oven;
On a cookie sheet
A mental tray, I’d discovered so meaningful
An evil witch was baking things
And on her hand she had rings
And in her oven of baking things
I discovered I was a cookie
oh, a strip of paper with a wish
placed inside a cookie piece
And when she opened me up
I turned out to be a fortune cookie
She screamed out, lookie, lookie
I winked at her, instead of being scared It’s hilarious
And I screamed and yelled
I rebuked her and said
Not this day ocean spray
So I prayed
oh, a strip of paper with a wish
placed inside a cookie piece
Not in numerology 1,2,3
God has made me
4,5,6
Guess what I’ve got deliverance
So my wish was/is
That she opened me up
A cookie
And I’d witness to her
Bout salvation
oh, a strip of paper with a wish
placed inside a cookie piece
To deter her unholy cravings
And serving demons garbage
Guess WHAT
Whom am I to judge
Everyone sometimes has a grudge
And whom am I to judge
oh, a strip of paper with a wish
placed inside a cookie piece
Step back witness, pray, embrace walk away in love
Every fortune cookie opened comes true.
Then I woke up
granted every wish every cookie on the cookie dish
but yet my wish is not the fortune cookie
but the creator of the creations
HUH!
2/6/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.2020©
FEBRUARY 4, 2020 NOW GROUP EXERCISES
Omaha (NOW) Group
MY DREAMLAND
I wish to sit beside the River Nile.
My earnest desire to visit
Sphinx, Pyramid in fantastic style.
Eagerly waiting to go to Egypt.
Sunny Sahara usually sent sandy storm.
Arid drought followed by flood
of the Nile made Egypt fertile: Normal form.
Clever Cleopatra with bubbling blood.
Earliest ebullient civilization,
in Egypt flourished fabulous.
The first and foremost Human Nation,
Land of Mummy, miraculous.
Egypt: My dream, my fantasy.
Ancient Architecture: Classy.
03/10/17
Where I Want To Go Contest by Nicola Byrne
Fifth Place
No edifice harbors more profound silence than this,
Each door creaks with a mournful cadence as if bearing the weight of years.
The stairs emit a plaintive screech, echoing the passage of time.
All that once flourished now lies entombed in layers of dust,
Save for the painting adorning the whitewashed living room wall,
And the old man, ensconced in his wheelchair, who still blinks, albeit infrequently.
He departed this realm years ago,
Yet someone else had forsaken him first,
The woman in the painting, her smile haunting, her beauty transcendent,
Her essence seeping from canvas to soul, ensnaring his gaze.
He waits, as he promised he would,
Pondering if perchance his warranty has been extended,
Or if Heaven reserves his solitary existence as a form of penance.
Now he resides within the painting,
His prolonged stare transmuting into a serene smile,
For he is seated beside the woman on the wall,
Enraptured by a dream, hypnotized by her presence,
No longer shedding tears for a love lost.
I presumed him long departed, as we all moved forward with life,
How ironic is death, and the remnants it leaves behind.
As I removed the painting, I watched his eyes glaze over,
What a price to pay for a lifelong devotion.
If this act seals his fate,
Then, with a smash to the ground, I slain his love again.
As Lot and his wife
Left the city of Sodom
Where gnosis flourished
His wife heard Yaldabaoth’s wrath
As the two lands burned
Hearing the children crying
Her heart made blood tears
It ripped from top to bottom
Hearing the calm call
Of gnosis singing with joy
Her soul remembered
She looked back with a quick glance
Before salty rain
Became rivers on her face
In an eye’s twinkling
She turned into a pillar
A pillar of salt
A tower of white rock salt
Through which her spirit
Climbed up the stairs of wisdom
All three thousand steps
And climbed above the heavens
And reached her first home
With all those spirits who rose
From the burning wrath
From Sodom and Gomorrah
Back below, her grave
Her grand pillar of our faith
Still stands as rock salt
To be used as seasoning
For the race of Seth
A seasoning of wisdom
To awaken all
By her noble sacrifice
Of love and gnosis
So that we all may join her
With all the angels
In the Pleroma’s banquet
Of dates and white grapes
As Philip the Apostle
Said to his students
“May our complete offering
Come with much sweet salt
For we name Sophia salt
Without her, no gift is sweet”
Hartley matters heart just beating arms empty holding no one heart matters face Saturn parts yearning tears flowing fall falling to the ground watering the shattered seed Humanities smashes heart does it matter beating life's blood thinking for love muscles pumping fluids blood where is the love heart matters just greedy just wants to be loved heart matters energized circumcised cut reshaping loves not X excited yet brightened no longer excited heart beating love is gone fleeting never flourished never grew no longer excited heart speeding loves gone never came just wishful dreaming not reciprocal hardly matters
1/21/23
Written by James Edward Lee Sr 2o23
Conversations with God,
My pleas and the gifts received—
Grace amid chaos,
Mercy in a world that inflicts pain.
Lost and found, my soul.
I have yet to know a world where I do not cry,
Or one where peace embraces me.
A world where my efforts are enough
In a constant hunger for more—
A world that demands more and more of you.
Can one ever be truly whole?
Pieces of ourselves left behind,
Some buried deep within,
Memories thought forgotten but still unhealed.
A desperate time calls for God,
In an era where everything is within reach,
Most things just a text or call away.
Four clicks from booking that ticket to those
Whom you cherish as dearly beloved.
It’s simple, it’s easy.
How can they not know you think of them,
Miss them, see them, share moments even from afar—
Snapshots, posts, statuses.
In a world ever accelerating,
Now more than ever,
What was once black and white is now in full color.
Youth face peak anxiety,
Under pressure to do more, to act now.
When do we exhale, breathe, and pause
To be grateful for what we have and how far we’ve come?
It’s a beautifully sad world,
Where genuine smiles are rare,
And authenticity is increasingly scarce.
Realness has never been more elusive,
With everyone mimicking supposed icons or celebrities.
What happened to the misfits,
Those who pioneered style, flair, and individuality?
What happened to those who lived with wu wei?
I’ve never wanted more than to have lived in the past.
Sure, there were imperfections, as with everything.
But the music, the dance halls, the park walks—
When chivalry and romance flourished.
Simple joys like riding bicycles together,
Playing tag. What a life…
What a life I would have had.
I’m sure the things that break me now would have been different then.
I’d love harder, smile more, and live more in the moment.