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The winds of change blow in time’s one way course,
waft from the fading end to an unknown another,
as the momentum they gather from the power
the spurt of history gives, it goes on increasing ever,
the direction they receive from the coded message,
the current events provide can’t ever be altered,
the intent they read on the social landscape page,
people delicately design, can never be changed.
Civilizations blew away in the destined gale,
the Indus valley turned into a great desert,
empires collapsed on decayed time in gusty squall,
lie scattered in archaeological sites and in art,
all ordained to meet the change from the start.
The mankind sheds the unwanted old grime,
like the dry leaves of summer the winds sweep,
and bury under thick sands of the senile time.
The indomitable spirit rises from the debris,
new generations of beliefs and values emanate,
that survive as long as they can strongly defy
the forces of fated change the winds generate,
and the strike of destined wrath time arrows apply,
transforming fast and invisibly the insipid core
of the traditional society of integrity and unity
into a new deceptive one that seems steeped
permanently in intolerance and in hostility,
infusing a sense of change that gradually sips in,
traditional concepts of living slowly recede,
families and relationships disintegrate within
to morph into the present-day fragile breed,
desperately designed to meet rather blindly
the demands of current times made irrationally.
The shape and the space of mind’s frame alter
with changing pictures it holds, but doesn’t know
the time and the people that are constant movers,
displayed in the kaleidoscopic everlasting show,
the winds of change visibly perform as they blow.
If the storm is strong, wrecking civilization landscape,
everything on its way crumbles beyond recognition.
So savagely the winds surge nothing survives to retrieve
from the wreckage that can’t be swept aside, it stays on,
for everything drags everything into the ruins.
July 3, 2020
Contest : Strand Completely New (4), Any Theme Any Form
Sponsor : Brian Strand
Any state of being manifesting a contracted feeling
is invariably brought about by our ego narrowly perceiving
in turn has to do with our consciousness identifying & associating
with an object real or imaginary it is deludedly fearing or desiring
What the mind interprets to be detachment is more oft than not indifference
that we know deep within as sinking ennui rather than joyous exuberance
Likewise then we may reason that what some of us may call meditation
is quite different from self hypnotic thought controlled healing sedation
Meditation being simply shifting our attention from the ephemeral external
to mind-body rested identity-less awareness simply present in silence eternal
wherein neither repressing nor sublimating any ego associated negativity
we being formless awareness re-connect to divine love magnetism in entirety
As such there is no doer present within and yet all the doing is invisibly done
while we as pristine awareness simply resistancelessly be to become
Love itself in fullness filling the voids of emptiness within
in identity dropped presence still and sanguine
Divine life, divine love;
Father lead me, give me;
Teach me to love;
Energy actions showing invisibly sown from thee;
Visually actions born from above;
The Father speaks life, love;
we are the Lamb of God~
Meta pure life calms me, comes unto me;
Love is a divine attribute;
It is an idea in the one Mind;
God is love and love is God;
I am a lamb, Lamb of God;
Being substance self;
Mine spiritual soul confess;
Consciousness of nature is to vivify,
I am loved God is love and love is God,
Quality I the lamb;
we are the Lamb of God~
God flow through my consciousness;
Giving me Father power and love;
Perpetual life, I am a lamb blessed;
Consciousness of divine love;
Spiritual body pure life lesson;
we are the Lamb of God~
And love of God flows into me;
Proceeding from the throne of God;
And the Lamb or I am a Lamb;
Being divine love;
My human love is selfish, lawless, and fickle
we are the Lamb of God~
God entwine love is holy;
Agape universal harmonizing;
Separation in consciousness I am Lamb of God;
In divine love is broad and unlimited
Universalize mine love to my fellow man;
I am a Lamb of the most high God;
Divine life, divine love;
Father led me, give me;
Teach me to love;
Energy actions showing invisibly sown;
Visually actions born;
The Father speaks life, love;
we are the Lamb of God~
11/12/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2023©
(alternatively titled eldest daughter despises us)
Eden (beloved eldest daughter) icy
flat tone of voice spoke volumes,
when she talked with the missus and me
courtesy cellular telecommunications key
December twenty seventh
two thousand nineteen
unwavering listless dull verbalization see
I subsequently told spouse, she
thy super smart self reliant progeny
fending for herself approximately
last half dozen years exhibits je
ne sais quois profound loathing
predicated growing up dirt poor free
quint lee lamenting deprivations re:
guarding legal tender adequate specie
i.e. money - at least compared to every
MainLine millionaire flush with dee -
suppose able income, and oft times
lovingly, pleasantly, unexpectedly...
receiving largasse gift horse courtesy
zayda (my father), who art not yet
in heaven sprung monetary help, ye
this second born and only son did
profusely think him (papa) lee
ving voice messages on his landline,
and tracfone, plus wrote heartfelt poem,
similar acknowledgement modus operandi,
when said offspring
became twenty three
years old - five days ago, nonetheless thee
admirable, dependable, honorable... née
holds Matthew Scott (namely he),
who helped beget
darling feels angry,
and doth plainly exhibits contempt
(you) dear reader guessed correctly
towards sorrowful dada,
where inescapable thralldom
doth invisibly chain
(think ghost of Marley)
apologetic sir, whose
precious kinder, I
will unwaveringly cherish
forever love and Revere
despite up Paul ling
destitution, grinding linkedin penury,
and red hot poker faced
anger, yes... dismay
prevails how unforgiving
once (Benny sent) baby,
inside joke, I attest neigh
scent "star student,"
now grown young woman,
no longer - figuratively
wrapped around yours
truly her finger
father who fell short, natively cree
hated abhorrent within re
cent mammary, bosom (hers)
harboring scathing unmasked vee
hum mint, blistering, rancorous,
seething, volcanic withering...,
no matter disgusting revulsion
toward aging mommy
and repentant daddy,
I LOVE YE EDEN + SHANA!
Invisibly Twisting,
Endlessly,
Into eternity.
The smallest piece,
Of you and me.
Holding truth after truth,
The Secrets to our youth.
A strain identifying,
Our souls' Time line.
Our Cells multiplying,
Creating A perfect design.
The housing of the divine.
The magic key,
Hiding our history,
That's smothered in Mystery.
The truth about Humanity,
Being sovereign and free.
Open your mind,
You just may find,
If you quiet the self,
And take the time,
The secrets we left behind.
Go deep inside,
Find your divide.
From Self to skin,
See the Cells within.
Getting closer now,
Your reality,
Twisting endlessly,
Into Divinity.
Looking into,
A? whole new Galaxy,
That connects YOU and ME
Strange, yet a reality none the less:
the oppressed destroying themselves
for the sake of the oppressor.
The battle of creatures of the sea
has now become that of the humanity
of the conquered land. A bizarre misguided
catharsis born out of guided mind bending
of victims killing selves for the sake
of molded daily bread of the oppressor.
The dehumanizing of common human bond
etched into souls by Middle Passage bondage
and stitched into long landed psyche, has
yet to be extricated from psychological slave mentality.
Its debasing scraping—like the depths of the sea—continues
to run deep and wide as the long ago Passage.
The sea that spat upon the shores of a strange land,
swallowed the anchors of satanic ships laden
with remnants of the booty of their sooty cargo;
a sooty cargo whose songs made no sense in a strange land.
Shackles may be broken and fall clanging from their physical
grasping; but minds may remain invisibly chained—unaware.
In nature, the causes of demise often remain unseen—veiled.
And liberation becomes a misconceived deception; seasoned
by the salt of the sea—rather than burning with freedom’s fire!
America, a deception in disguise, has revealed herself in reality;
but like Iago’s ego, the true self remains among the unknown.
Yet she rings the bell of justice till it cracks—stilling its silent tongue;
and in veiled blindness hang scales to seek their own balance.
They stripped the heaven-ward pole of its clothing;
but the colors remain in altered stripes and stars—
flushing a noose-like wave in smoke filled skies reeking
with the murderous smell of spiraling gun powder residue
lingering in air as they echo purity while simultaneously
orating mass hued skin perdition.
Though we are of the same seed of our brother, Othello,
we shall not let this adopted land ‘…roast in sulphur…’
nor be washed ‘…in steep-down gulfs of liquid fire.’
Nay. We are of the soul of the phoenix—
rising black doves roosting—plucking feathers of injustice
from the bleeding breast of a forgiven nation.
Each language has it’s own beauty
perhaps that’s why people travel the world seek them…
I imagine they are just like me
and would someday like to speak them…
But there is one language we may never speak
it is a culture without words
It’s one we step outside to seek
in the trees, the sky…the birds.
It’s a language none of us can recreate
as it remains, to us, unknown
because nature does not translate
a language all her own.
When rain drops fall upon the ground
seedlings immediately know…
as the water reaches them without a sound
they hear…it’s time to grow.
And when the sun’s rays touch that soon-to-be flower
as it awakes from its womb
the silent sunshine reveals its power.
when it whispers…time to bloom
The wind invisibly rushes out and in
We try to comprehend but we have no chance
for we only know where she has been
as she invites the trees to dance.
We know all living things talk to each other
We know they’ve found a way
We know they’re listening to their mother
We just don’t know what they say.
But that’s OK with us…for each day
we can enjoy their music and their dance
without recognizing all the words they say
Like when we visit Italy or France.
In a way it’s like we’re in a foreign land
Nature’s land of trees and fish and birds
and tho their language we may never fully understand
we can enjoy the rhythm of their words.
The winds of change blow harsh
in crushing time’s unidirectional course,
waft from an unseen end to another unknown.
The momentum they gather from the ordained power
increases ever with the turn of time’s wheel.
The direction they receive from the message of events
can’t be altered in the pages of history.
Civilizations blew away in the destined gales,
the Indus valley society desiccated in the desert.
Empires collapsed in time’s wasteland in gusty squall,
the Aztec kingdom dissipated despite its strength.
Mankind sheds the unwanted old grime,
like the dry leaves of autumn the winds sweep
and bury under the thick dust of the ageing time.
Indomitable spirit rises from the debris of the wrecked,
new societies with changed belief and value emanate,
that survive as long as they can strongly defy
the forces of fated change until they wane to disappear.
The strike of destined wrath the time arrows apply,
transform fast and invisibly the insipid core
of the promising society of integrity and unity
into a degenerated deceptive one that’s steeped
in intolerance and hostility to be lost in oblivion.
The shape and space of minds’ frames alter
with the changing pictures they hold
of the time and the people that are constant movers,
displayed in the kaleidoscopic everlasting show,
the winds of change visibly perform as they blow
across the cauldron of history,
piling up the ruins of the societies lost.
Still smarting from stupid scamming fraudsters...
five months ago to the day
Twas the cusp of tooth thousand
twenty three summer solstice,
when yours truly (a fool
and his money went separate ways)
mine cherished nest egg,
I would immediately miss
lesson immediately learned courtesy takeaways
linkedin with looted
checking and savings accounts
analogously yanked, unmoored and unbridged
at Citizen Bank quays
me subsequently exhibiting,
maddening, and snorting
re: imagine how figurative
unbridled horse's ass neighs;
a fate engendering
mental anguish on par with
voluntarily unrolling Scottish welcome mat
readying yours truly
being lynched courtesy kkk
(I apologize for any
incantation, incrimination, incubation,
indiscretion, insinuation, intimation, invitation...),
cuz metook poetic license
attempting to accentuate brazen crafty deception,
how con artist invoked tender loving care
while (all the while) stealthily employing
stealing gambit, which hack
by the way incorporated his suppressed hurray
for him positively coaching me
invisibly eliciting, interposing, manifesting,
questing, and ushering entranceway
into sought after vaunted money
synonymously enlisting sprinkled pet accolade
such as "good job"
never disclosing discerning ulterior motive
exacting a risky (business) mission
unlike dramatizing the WWII story
of the Thailand-Burma Railway
regarding those soldiers who built
Bridge over the River Kwai
in the former scenario exhibiting
how yours truly (me) did betray
requisite necessity to protect
fungible assets of mine
by voluntarily cooperating
with the enterprising villainous prankster,
who applying one alias
called himself "Harvey Specter"
guiding blindsided yours truly
(who received nincompoop of the year award)
obliging scoundrel to withdraw cash willingly
and convert sain moolah into bitcoin
(a type of digital currency
in which a record of transactions maintained
and new units of currency are generated
by the computational solution
of mathematical problems,
and which operates independently
of a central bank) courtesy digital wallet,
which nefarious experience found me
posting a gofundme page to no avail!
Soul sister how I miss your presence beside me.
Whispering words of strength into my ear.
Guiding me.
Resting your hand upon my shoulder.
Helping me to choose which path to travel.
Even when I have chosen incorrectly.
Your hand never wandered.
Your step never faltered.
You took the blame without shame.
Held me invisibly.
Until the healing warmth could be felt to my inner soul.
In life's little disputes it seems as though I have forgotten you.
The distance seems to have grown out of control.
As though my heart got colder.
A disbelief took over.
I know you have never left me.
You have always been there waiting.
Hoping I would return.
That I would call to you.
I am calling to you.
I search for your inner light.
Long for the warming touch.
I listen even deeper.
To hear your voice whispering into my ear.
A desire to feel the warming of my heart with your touch is growing.
It is what my soul has been missing.
Help me to heal my mind of the ugliness I feel in my heart.
Teach me to see the beauty which my eyes once saw.
Forgive me for allowing a coldness to grow.
Replace the hate with your loving kiss.
Allow me to feel you.
Hear you once again.