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Many versions of me appear everyday,
I'm living several realities this way.
There are many parts that want to play,
A galaxy full of life feels what I say.
Staying connected by design,
Leaving Divine dreams behind.
Little bread crumbs for me to find,
A complex story time has defined.
A mansion of rooms within my mind,
Everyday a new reality i designed.
Aligned with the Divine I climb,
A ladder of lessons evolving me.
Revolving around seeing what's to be,
Carrying me through eternity.
It's energy I see in everything,
Vibrating at its own frequency.
Many versions await discovery,
Some are in recovery.
So many Me's I get to play,
Waking up different everyday.
Yesterdays shadow may affect me today,
Just another version I get to play.
Aware of my present creating the way,
Being the best version of the part I play.
You wait for me,
in the sweet nest I made for us;
this abode is base camp and our roost,
to us a mansion grand . . .
but, in reality it is an aging dwelling,
with crooked floors, creaks and groans, and drafts in winter;
but, it is my own safe harbor,
with you waiting . . .
O, sweet kitty,
now, you are my family left;
all the rest have gone to Heaven above,
even, my elderly cat . . .
taking unconditional love no human could return;
when baby left it shattered my heart to pieces,
then- dad, mom, my love, and my grandma;
now, there is you . . .
when I drop anchor,
you are waiting in the window;
true- my home is weather stained with tears,
my soul a garden ravaged . . .
but your love soothes the scars in my mind and heart,
in our sanctuary there is peace and tranquility;
our home beyond a shelter from life,
but, where two souls unite . . .
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August 6, 2019
Poetry/Free Verse/My Home
Copyright Protected, ID 19-1171-384-02
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Inspiration Quote - "for when I'm with you, I'm home "
Written for the contest, My Home
sponsor, Lu Loo
First Place
The weight of losing you is just too hard
I can't stand to be in this house
Or even in our car
The emptiness weighs down my mind
I cant turn back the hands of time
The reality of it all
I see upon your stone
And I wanna go home
Just not to my own
This burden of heartache
Makes me see that I'm not strong
I want to talk to you
But I can't pick up the phone
I wanna go home
But not to my own
You left behind so many
Yet we're the ones who grieve
Maybe it is all of us
Who acted selfishly
We hated losing you
Even begged the good Lord please
Now we're left with the memories
And we'll follow in your lead
I wanna go home
Just not to my own
This burden of heartache
Makes me see that I'm not strong
I want to talk to you
But I can't pick up the phone
I want to go home
But not to my own
I guess that you'll be waiting
Near my mansion in the sky
On the day I'm finally called home
And walk toward the light
I guess Heavens only waiting
Till my calling here is done
Until I see you again
May you walk with the Son
I wanna go home
Just not to my own
This burden of heartache
Makes me see that I'm not strong
When I finally talk to you
And no longer feel alone
I'll realize I'm home
And no longer on my own
I just want to go home....
Dog is God spelled backwards
The purest form of love
And if you've had a furry friend
You'll know what I speak of
You came into my life
Giving love that had no end
You'd greet me with your wagging tail
Whenever I came in
You had all kinds of nicknames
Like Bubba and ornery boy
You chewed up all the toys I gave
You brought me years of joy
You left without a warning
You were always full of life
I'm sure you got the wings you earned
When God came for you that night
Time will never lessen
The tears that fill my eyes
For when I think of you
My furry little guy
I'll go on through this life
Always missing my best friend
Any man would be so lucky
To have so true a friend
And if Heaven holds my mansion
When I open of its doors
My furry friend I'll meet and greet
We'll never part no more
When I am faced with emptiness
I have nothings
I think about,
I think about all that God created
Not being high-minded nor mentally inflated
I have nothings
I think about,
My four walls
One wall is physical
One wall is mental
One wall is spiritual
One wall is flesh and bones
I have a floor that's Hell
I have a ceiling that's heaven
I have nothings
I think about,
This is my space in space
This is my temporal home
This is the place where I walk, live was born
I have nothings
I think about,
I think about all that God created;
Not being high-minded nor mentally inflated
But this isn't my true place
This city, town, county, country or land
This state, this pilgrimage just beginning
This lands not yours, not mine
My true home is in heaven
My true room in a mansion
The streets won't have cars no pollution in the air
My true home won't need no rent
Nor mortgage Jesus has already paid for it
So I must be prepared and heed His call
Be ready to move on in
I have nothings
I think about,
My four walls
Be more than ready when moving day comes
Heaven's mansions is the home I wanna move in
1/26/18
by James Edward Lee Sr.
We draw life's patterns, vibrant and bold,
We arrange our karma, both new and old.
In the mandala of time, we place our stories,
In the chakra of days, we set our glories.
We shape tales of anand, we shape tales of dukh,
We turn the kaleidoscope of kismet, we turn the kaleidoscope of sukh.
Our paths intersect like mehendi designs, creating complex jali,
Our steps trace yantras across time and space, holy.
We inlay memories with precision's steady hand,
We assemble moments that defy maya's shifting sand.
In the rangoli of existence, we are both colour and artist,
In the grand leela, we stand distinct, yet part of it.
We tint our experiences in hues of rasa,
We colour our world with unwavering asha.
Our lives unfold like origami, fold by fold,
Our journeys map nakshatras of struggle and peace untold.
We sketch our sapna on the canvas of possibility,
We paint our aasha with brushstrokes of tenacity.
In the bindi of humanity, we each place our dot,
In the raaga of being, we play our allotted slot.
We construct sangha, diya by diya,
We forge bandhan that make life our priya.
Our patterns may crack, our designs may fade,
But in life's grand rangoli, our chinh is made.
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1. "karma" (action and its consequences)
2. "mandala" (spiritual and ritual symbol in Hinduism and Buddhism)
3. "chakra" (wheel, also energy points in the body)
4. "anand" (joy) and "dukh" (sorrow)
5. "kismet" (fate) and "sukh" (happiness)
6. "mehendi" (henna designs)
7. "jali" (perforated stone or latticed screen)
8. "yantra" (mystical diagram)
9. "maya" (illusion)
10. "leela" (divine play)
11. "rasa" (aesthetic flavours in Indian arts)
12. "asha" (hope)
13. "nakshatra" (lunar mansion in Hindu astrology)
14. "sapna" (dream) and "aasha" (hope)
15. "bindi" (forehead decoration)
16. "raaga" (melodic framework in Indian classical music)
17. "sangha" (community)
18. "diya" (oil lamp)
19. "bandhan" (bond)
20. "priya" (beloved)
21. "chinh" (mark or symbol)
I am not taking about an apocalypse
I am not talking about humanity’s ultimate collapse
I am not talking about shores battling oceans
This is not about earthquakes inhaling hurricanes
This is about the threats to everyday relationships
The rupture of the tapestry of phratry and friendships
The storms of sweat that flow as our inside breaks apart
I am talking about the cataclysm in our hearts
Imagine a journey watching the evanescence of its destiny
Imagine the sweetest words ever said losing meaning
Imagine your ears losing the sound of your own foot steps
Imagine the look of strangeness masking familiar faces
A mansion becomes a prison cell if it is walled by geniality
An adventure becomes a displacement without our humanity
A friend becomes a stranger when we stand on heels of pretence
A family becomes just an anaemic bloodline without oneness
The fulfilling moments are the ones our hearts retain
When trust is lost, only a tithe may be regained
We try to hide behind blinks as life flips into storms
The world shrinks when we are homeless in our homes
The old haunted mansion was open for guests now.
I talked my man into it. “It will be a wow!”
He was not convinced but agreed if he could bring a TV.
Of course, you can, I said. Whoop Dee Dee Dee Dee.
We were met by a butler with a long hard face.
He said, “Welcome to this annoyingly haunted place.”
His attitude had much to be desired.
But his participation was not truly required.
The ambiance was scary and strange.
There was a touch of hostility, a bit of derange.
I was getting ready to fold myself into my excited Halloween head.
Until I noted the insanity of our Dracula’s bed.
Oh, heck no, I immediately told my man.
I ran away as fast as a mother of six can fill a garbage can.
He stayed there, in that crushed velvet bed.
But never came home, the frightened storyteller said.
M. Obama whined to the world about white flight.
Implying a racist slight against P.O.C communities...
But why would any sane Caucasian want to live
where they're increasingly unwelcome
and disproportionately targeted for crime.
Why would they want to open a business
when dreams are dashed by looters
with the first sign of civil unrest or otherwise...
Why would any Caucasian stay in a place
where they're constantly branded as racist?
For that matter, why would any sane person want to live
in a war zone of perpetual bitterness and imminent threat.
While M. Obama is frothing about white flight
She's nestled her in an 8-million-dollar mansion.
In the heart of Martha's snow-white Vineyard.
Ground zero for the privileged.
Talk about the epitome of a hypocrite.
" I am naked nude
I am spiritually directed true
Naked I am coming down an angel
God and my parents co-created me
I am nude spiritual
Nude descending a staircase
Placed in Fallopian tube
Spiritually nude
Stepping down heaven and creation stairs
Nude spiritually improved
Step-by-step
Breath of Life
Placed in me -
Nude descending a staircase
Step-by-step
Naked physically
Nude spiritually
God Gave Me Breath
Grows me places me in the womb
Leavin Heaven's Door
This mansion home
On a vacation journey
To terrain place earthen space ..
Is this the norm
I'm nude descending a staircase
I Rise I breathe I'm chosen
I'm an embryo as I walk I descend the stairs
I am the temporal Journey from Heaven to Earth for what it's worth
I am nude descending a staircase"
10/10/19
For Nude Descending a Staircase
Contest sponsored by John Lawless