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Assumed visions sporadic obstacles
Vintage visions of a love lost long ago
I'm sure you're here
You have no fear
You are my dear
I'm sure you're here
Phantom promises blatant lies
Vintage visions of a love lost long ago
You are my dear
And I know you're here
And have no fear
Caveat mountains in the sky
Weeping willow trees in the Groves as I walked by
Clear blue green waters capsized
Radiant catalyzing beauty to my eyes
And somewhere in God's beautiful world
I know that you are here
And somewhere in God's beautiful universe
I am searching for you and I know that you are near
And in God's holy confinement I know he shall not deny me
Somewhere in this reality you are here
Assumed Vision sporadic obstacles
Vintage visions of love lost long ago
I'm sure you're here
You have no fear
You are my dear
I'm sure you're here
Romantic rap:
Right beside me deep inside me all around me I have found it and I'm sure to tell the whole wide world you are my only that's my only Everlasting always asking where have I been I'm still your closest friend next to Jesus He's the only one who can please us Place us together where lighter than a feather growing longing forever lovingly Faithfully constantly we shall be ever present that says God has meant it and as long as you are near I am sure you are here you will have no fear but you are my dear and
I'm sure you are here
09/28/17
Written by James Edward Lee Sr
From anthology "True Love As Per God"
In order for me to find out the weight of my life
I took all my clothes, shoes, accessories and even
my pride off; and pain and grief are offset by
the happiness and the joy, and stepped on the pan.
The number delivered from simple math
shows the negative portion of my life was way greater
than the positive, I thought weight of the other side of the pan
would not hold my weight. But it was my mistake, the beam
tilted to the other side, though it seems lighter than a feather.
No matter how closely examined,
inconceivable is the weight of the weight.
Is this the same reason though,
an airplane seems heavier than the air
but flies in the air; a battleship is heavier than the water
it floats on the water.
Although, life’s weight
may be proportional to the number of wounds and scars
like a rugged roadside stone, it is lighter than the weight
on the other side of the scale.
Soar
I am lighter than a feather
I'll fly up to the Father
I will fly away up to
the Father farther than anything
He'll embrace me engage me
Gently my Father baptize me
And in His holiness I'll be in...
His the holy of holies
I'll be in the holy of holies
I'll be in the holies of holies
Soar like a bubble
rise floating flying high in flight
above all the trouble
like a hot air balloon or helium balloon
up, up in the air skies I am climbing
I'll rise Soar above the mountains
S-ee the omnipotent one oh,
O- omnipresent ever presents in His presence hey
A- always thankful and in Thanksgiving,always,always
R-referencing Jehovah the rational God soar El Elyon God most high
Identify like an Eagle in the air so high so far Rising so
I soar
8/13/22
Written by James Edward Lee Sr 2022
I wonder what he was thinking, the man
mounted on a stool, with his elbows resting on the bar,
eating a Big Mac and sipping coffee from a McCafe coffee cup.
The outside view he was watching through the glass wall
is the flickering lights over the parking lot and
the sounds of galloping horses on the road.
As usual, among those galloping horses,
some may be carrying today, which is heavier than the day,
on his aching back, while others run with full speed
looking forward to a better tomorrow;
yet, there is a horse, like one of the remnants of a defeated army
who fought the difficult battle where there is no today, no tomorrow,
but struggle after struggle of dogfight and defeat, dragging his feet
with a heavy burden.
Since there is no color or outline of an object in the dark
you are unable to distinguish one horse from the other,
such as the high-spirited grand Shire, the tiny amiable Falabella,
the gracefully elegant Akhal-Teke, or the Mule, born to carry heavy
load till dies.
That’s why the darkness is beautiful,
it doesn’t have a color like the death; yet,
it’s not comparable to the darkness of the grave
because it’s only the flip side of the day. It will drag
you into the light, compel you to see the sun in the morning.
As coffee gets colder, the smell of coffee goes away,
and further, the taste of coffee becomes bitter with elapsing time.
Then, from the empty feeling of missing something, he bites into
the hamburger held in his hand and hears the “moo…” the last cry
of a sorrowful cow dragged into a slaughter house.
Though death is, beautiful if it’s accompanied by a dirge,
the moment of death by force is, although the soul may be
lighter than a feather, a lot heavier than the weight of the world.
You were going to be my forever,
Had a whole life planned for us,
You made me lighter than a feather,
Floating, loved, careless.
All my life waiting for the girl of my dreams,
Finally found my one and only,
All this pain, I never gleamed,
Lost, confused, solitary, lonely.
I wish I could go back and fix it all,
Be the man you wanted me to be,
Found my self stuck in an endless free fall,
Hindsight, I wish I could see.
My heart is forever yours,
Do with it what you want,
I can't help but open the door,
You're beauty and soul, romaunt.
Now we're just whispers passing by,
Memories floating adrift,
Inside my soul wants to cry,
Our future to heavy to lift.
I love you.
*~Amber silents, daylight violets;
The charm of a lover’s tender quietness;
*Custom stares;
The glimpses that express gentle care;
*Love comes here;
Between two who truly feel;
*Love is where there is caring faith;
Just as the heavenly Father saith;
*Loves committed grace;
Whatever the two might face;
*A chance we come together;
With hearts lighter than a feather;
*Writing this love letter, caressing rhymes;
Shared throughout lifetimes;
*For all times;
Joys unfold oftentimes;
*Shall we write together "letters" and "words";
Enchanted music meant for songbirds;
*O love of love lets us write nigh...
With all our hearts we will try;
*Come write with me, calvary so lets elaborate,
With true love, there is no reason to wait;
*Shall we, yes we will collaborate...
Let’s pen the date ~
*~Amber silents, daylight violets;
With a love like this, there is no violence
*Custom stares;
Whispers of what we dare;
*Love comes here;
Please bend your ear;
*Love is where there is caring faith;
It never believes of a wraith;
*Loves committed grace;
It gives back without a trace;
*A chance we come together;
Whatever the weather;
*Writing this love letter, caressing rhymes;
Never susceptible to any crimes;
*For all times;
Love for love mimes;
*Shall we write together "letters" and "words";
Never dividing our love into thirds;
*O love of love lets us write nigh...
Together, we can fly so very high;
*Come write with me, calvary so lets elaborate,
We were always meant to create;
*Shall we, yes we will collaborate...
There is simply nothing more to debate. ~
September 8, 2019
Let Us Collaborate a Love Verse Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: James Edward Lee Sr.
Love Justice Born From Nothing
Love does not come in bottles or packages
It travels light, actually it has no weight
Children play with matches that ignite
They cannot wait to burn
Hungry to see love in front of them right now
But too young to understand the simple things
Adults play with flames of desire
Born on a wish or simple kiss
Love comes fashioned from within
Somewhere in the skin a blush is formed
Somewhere between this and justice
Love smiles on the fire of their passion
Fashioned out of something lighter than a feather
Out of something that has no weight
Something taken or stolen from the dark
A spark of life
Big bangs are also known to come about this way
Created on 1/13/15 for “Love Justice” – Poetry Contest sponsored by: Justin Bordner
A little hand
A thread
The kite thread
The Shemal Wind
Piled clouds over the coast
Where you were running
The thread in your hand
You breathe in the joy of flying
Your heart hops
Feeling light in your play
The thread extends toward the sky
In your hand
The kite
Climbing into a cloud
You are enveloped in droplets
No one is there
You and the wind
Running
Your spirit ascends in a cloud
Lighter than a feather
Over the palm tops
Over the boats
Returning from the fishing trip
Over the little houses
free
Flying with the wind
Then, returning to land
Wrapping the thread
Over your arm
And you walk, hopping in joy
Towards the house.