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With each passing day, living becomes so classing;
For the less, is a delightful day of mess
And the field of play, sought on us turbulent weather to be healed.
That gladly under the sun; for daily bread, we morn.
Heavenly father's day is for us and our mother.
Wailing in her heart to keep fit while inhaling
The scent of our clothing with a wish for supplement,
To make up of our beautiful rag for keepsake.
Tattered yet nice outfit she do say to us,
Worried inside but cheerful we look always.
Community concerns may be little, in between we do discuss...
What more is to life when you are happy to make others amaze!
And keep wondering on earth how strong you are.
With the challenges bestowed upon you,
Yet all isn't lost to fate afar...
For CHANGE is constant to make life anew
Virtuous revolutions
are like timeless whole system recycling.
When was the last time
you thought and felt
we cooperatively feel and think in cycles
while living in a virtuous WinWin communicating circle?
Rather than slowly dying off into more private mutterings
while competitively marching
through a WinLose vicious market square.
When we are small toddlers
learning to speak healthy words,
while also hearing angry wounding curses,
despite wealthy experiences of family well-seasoned integrity
growing toward climaxing green sanctuary summers
and then winnowing most nutritional relationships
re-convening womblike wet-outside yet warm-inside winters
While yang inhaling co-operative intent,
heard with slumbering gratitude,
co-arises yin exhalations
manifesting each compassionate airborne revolution
of responsive cooperative solidarity
inside yin dark womb
refueling back toward outside yang bright summer
Unitarian inside compassion's intent
toward universal cooperative outside incarnation
informing mature enlightening trends
exhaling virtuous systems not not coterminous correlations,
Incoming therapeutic evolution
predicting outgoing co-passioning revolution recycles
going up wealthily
reweaving down healthily
Life becomes light robust as summer
winnowing ego-death resilient revolutions
winning virtuous eco-systemic ways.
When was the last time you thought and felt
we cooperatively feel and think
while breathing in a virtuous communion circle
rather than slowly dying off,
overpowered by a viciously commodified square?
Tapped percussion dribbles a wham,rushing
on quivers of sensation through my blood,
when duskfall changes its beat to jazz
a dizzy ride in gush of night, I roll.
Notes throbbing a cadence along blues' mood
as velvet of skin begins to open,
unmentionable thrills of breath unwind
claimed by music so raw, wild hips sashay.
Hands unfurl in a lift of tempo's rise;
while my body gyrates in free motion
like rippling fire, I can't stop toes ablaze
and the circle of groove jives on to reel.
Oh, just one more grasp of this revelry
while conga drums beg for another dance
inhaling euphoric whim, life's vein
where pulses burst as dawn's moments arrive!
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by nette onclaud
When it changed all my feels,
For me whose eyes always heal.
After that, my friendship too broke,
And my love turned into a joke.
My love is a joke on which everyone laughs at,
And only me cry for.
It blinked me that I was a trapped,
Why I didn't understand this before?
Down with my feelings,
I cried for whom world's happiness I was stealing.
When my hopes twinkled out as a smoke,
My love turned into a joke.
Every day I kept on failing,
Assumption of desires was buried.
Fear of my past at that moment I was inhaling,
With a pointed needle my mind was varied.
Though my love is left,
But the pain of losing someone is felt.
Rainy night I passed laughing under the oak,
Because my love turned into a joke.
Lighting the candle she then raises the veil and reveals
to her inner self, the most candid reflection of she ;
Her innate behavior
turns her into an experienced Mantra Queen !
Wrapping her body with calm from within
she learns the exquisite science of a soft caress.
With subtle gentle intent she lands on a hillock
of freshened breath.
Inhaling exhaling with each acquired breath
the fibrous moments of her sedentary life turn into
a journey of healing and blessed quietude.
Each tellurian thought disperses into beauty rest,
Namu Myoho Renge Kyo "Glory to the Dharma of the Lotus Sutra"
One breath turns into another as she enters
Wakayama, "the treasure trove of untouched nature"
She closes her eyes and enters the Japanese garden of her dreams
the one that persists on appearing behind closed eyelids
long after the trespass of yesterday's travail.
Blowing out the candle, she sits in the dark
listening to a long mahogany silence.
There is a light at the window and it beckons her
so she follows the trail to the garden like a blind woman
being solely led by the scent of Sakura, on a warm gauzy night.
Her Yukata kimono flaps in the wind as she enters this seasonal March
Lost in a paradise of cherry blossoms,
in a Seijaku moment that begs to be treasured.
Here beyond reality,
she experiences devotedly through her Yata mirror,
all that is to be assimilated
with reverential catalyst mystique.
The End.
Communications among organic creations
of sacred EarthMother
are overwhelmingly rooted
in nonverbal
nonviolent communion
Complex evidence of things
within relationships of feeling
and touch,
creatures seen
and heard,
recreations smelled
and tasted,
cognitive awareness of purpose
and intuitive integrity for meaning
sacred smooth full-wombed
woked mindedness
We are, together,
at our best,
on and in and for and of
Earth's rest
in solidarity play day,
compassionate communion
of verbal humane purposes
and nonverbal divine meaning
unspoken yet repurposing
Compassion's enchanting communion
turns movement into dance,
reincarnates muses into instruments
of recreative music,
covers ecofeminist songs
of indigenous wisdom,
evokes birdsong joy
and pensive grey choired mourning,
shushes ebbing and
sloshes inhaling surf,
murmurs in babbling brooks,
capital infested crooks
speaking suffering sibilant servants.
Nonverbal communion
does not bring roaring evidence
for falsely claimed wealth risks
against universal democratic health.
Sacred integrity
proposes a good faith alternative
to zero-sum
win-lose competitive
compromised organic trust.
Earth's meaningful
richly resonant
robustly resilient Tribes
nonverbally know,
regeneratively believe,
feel with redundant cultural integrity
Our univocally global economic need
to advance ecologically healthy opportunity
While minimizing unwealthy
unwise partisan disempowering risks
to this profoundly communing
politically living
regenerative planet
for verbal and nonverbal persons,
quieter peaceful plants,
and all sentient incorporations
organically communicating,
communing beings
health becoming
True purposive effects
and Beautiful
meaning full yet soundlessly nonverbal
causes felt
as sacred needed
and positively wanted
co-passionate
co-operative
communicating
green EarthMother communion.
*QUOTES MISGUIDED SCHEMES
Crypt overture of pulsate streams;
Vocalized quotes misguided schemes;
Relentless, protested passions fruits;
Disabled absolutes mentions groups;
Dilly-Tally atop the hoses saddle;
Strip and stratal above camel’s hump;
Smoking, inhaling mystical clouds bong;
The kiss, the breath, the life of God in battle:
Pacing/placing hells choice fires/smoke lump;
Now the vessels growing cancer ratter;
Yon choice matters, now setters;
Crypt overture of pulsate streams;
Vocalized quotes misguided schemes;
Relentless, protested passions fruits;
Disabled absolutes mention groups;
6/15/26
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2026©
Forty days and forty nights in lock down
Breathless for inhaling my own air ad infinitum
Could be worse if I was left out to dry in the desert
Isolation in my own four walls in solitude
Puffing and panting from the magic scented flacon
Fragrant innocence of lost childhood in terminal decline
Slimming down expectations for a slice on the road to Nirvana
I light sandalwood from a candle of flickering dreams
Perfumed ideation adamantly adheres to waxen resolve
It's only over when the slim lady sung a tune of lifting reprieve
I hope that she has been told when to bow for applause
And that the virus chokes on the curtain of epical demands
Like a bat out of hell I run round in circles along my four walls
Loose count of repetitions as I pace an eclipse of boredom
Enact biblical scenes with a teddy bear and ragged dolls
Lego figures dance a concert of doom with swift ballerinas
Trinkets on the mantlepiece rejoice in prominent position
Count their blessings and have their day in the lime light
Super powers of alien invasion penetrate my face mask
Order my persona to reveal resilience and count down
The apocalypse for when the gloves are off and insanity ends
03rd April 2020
,
Peeling a luscious banana, ah!
And swinging from arm to arm,
In these luscious jungle trees.
Inhaling a clean, Spring breeze
You humans, cogitating and worrying,
Cannot even conceive of the joyous life
and freedom,
Of being a monkey!
We wear no masks as you looney humans do!
We worry not about drones as
some of you are so given to.
We are not prize driven,like some of you.
No poisons are to our systems shot.
That gives you geniuses, heart rot!
We mingle as we wish!
We are not obedient, blind fish,
Yes, indeed,we may not be as
intelligent or attractive as you!
But we are not under lockdown
by power mad humans~like you.
No Fauci creepazoids on our land
dare roam!
For we would chase him back to
you!
To live in the land of iPhones
and those insufferable, endless bullets,
6/5/2021
.
the sunlight, a smart, sparkling
golden glittering beam
and I, an atom caught
in its soft, insistent rays
stand enthralled
at its sweet sedate shine
as it sinews its way
from millions of miles away
crossing infinity
bravely defying all obstacles
to kiss my forehead
the air thrums with it
a soft soothing symphony of warmth
with each dust mote waltzing
a tiny, ephemeral star
my eyelids, heavy curtains
mesmerised by an unseen hand
reveal this blinding grace
dissolved into pure light
shadows , slowly but surely retreat
surrendering silent secrets
folding back into the earth
with every breathing entity
inhaling this luminous gift
a sprawling secluded spider`s web
so sagaciously spun
between two leaves
turns to a diamond necklace
with each single sparkling strand
a captured gleam
a mesmerising scene
dazzling dew drops
tiny prisms, splintering the day
into a thousand tiny rainbows
hold the eyes spellbound
in dumb silence
my skin drinks in the shine
a thirst I didn't know I had
quenched by this
celestial nectar
while my bones hum
a low, resonant chord
attuned to this sweet solar song
I am held awestruck
captivated not by chains
but by this boundless
beautiful shine
a willing prisoner
of this radiant
unfolding hour
the weight of the world
for a while wanes away
substituted by the sheer
abundance of being
in this graceful light
I am no longer just me
but an integral part of this
golden, invasive shine
this ceaseless
shimmering tide
in this sacred, solemn, silent
shimmering expanse
I find a stillness
a quietude, a peace
a profound understanding
of what it means
to simply be
spellbound by sunlight.