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There are signs everywhere.
But even "signs" imply there is space
Between the signs
That might mean less than the signs.
All is a sign, a signal.
We are oarsmen of fluid time,
Delusional in our reaction to the dimness of fear,
The darkness of the waters of our minds.
As oarsmen,
We choose motion and purpose and reasons
Over the senseless radiance of seas.
But there is no paddle, no boat, no water.
And there is no muscle, no face, no strain.
There is only all-devouring light.
And a fearful mind
That pushes and pulls, absurdly,
Against the newness of infinite rebirth.
So do not fear
If you were to wake-up tomorrow
With a new name. A new focus.
This is the world of the man of the future.
Baptism
It's time to live
It's time to die
Au revoir to every selfish lie
And as the water washes clean
The mossy stone
My heart has been
I feel renewed
I sense the hope
No longer blinded hands that grope
In darkness
Now the future's bright
My soul has turned towards the light
And as I drown
To all the past
The debris that my heart amassed
As Christ within me
All can see..
Becoming who I'm meant to be
I know this symbol of the grave
This resurrected life
To save
Is more than just
The water's chill
As life begins and lungs refill
This is the Spirit
Beyond my death
The newness of my life's first breath.
Jinjagoliath
14th August 2021
Suddenly over the sudden years
I have felt an encumbrance; I sense an albatross -
the weight of sundry uncharted days.
Times I chronicle today as if I were a wax cylinder
and not the broken spool in a cassette tape.
A subfuse goose whispers: Record the sky for me.
I must write ‘sky’ ten times a day
so that the abated will not be forgotten.
Yet how to keep a goose-gray sky fresh
when the days are so metallically shiny and blue?
None recall the monochrome stories
we once told our color-blind children?
They have grown beyond such things.
I have so little time, yet must set down
the legend of little boy gray,
his history has almost passed away,
now eyes have no corners to see.
I knew him well, alas the roads to that tale
are backhoed by cartoon rainbows.
History calls me out into the park
where a lineage of dog leads the nose
to a yesteryear, a brawling time
free from the wow and weight of newness.
we lived then as historians leading other historians
upon trails of immemorial sensations.
Meadow larks meant something once,
but now look at them, they strut like roosters
over the journals of the dead!
History cannot now be cured; it is far gone,
its prone, hump-backed form encumbers
like a speed bump.
Wordsworth and his damn golden daffodils -
as if we did not know already.
I hover over histories sickbed
my impedimenta droop like the dewlaps
of a prodigal deity.
Only a moment ago history ran through hill and dale
as naked as an infant,
its fields were alive with love, war, and kapok -
a stuffed, full metal jacket;
a saucily heraldic Kevlar.
I breathe into histories colorless lungs,
there are flocks of moribund geese tucked into each
alveoli and bronchi,
they have plucked themselves naked,
they long for the ten sky’s
named in my cinereal histories.
I shoulder this burden of faded things,
this molting albatross,
all the trappings of then and thereupon,
these I place now in an ash lined
and crumbling
vault.
We come and go
Nobody stays forever
But our stay leaves an impact
Full of joy, sorrow, anger, love and hatred
Time makes them all a history
Generations pass and new breeze blows
We emerge as reborn
With fresh melody and resonance
Relationships and bonds float
Universe pays what you want
But the ways may be different
The gain may appear as loss
Nature’s long and short term vision
Every so often, unfolds simultaneously
Causing overlapping perceptions
But, wisdom is bestowed upon you
To distinguish between right and wrong
And decode the ways of nature
Life repeats itself with the same
Joy, sorrow, anger, love and hatred
We do not change
We are humans, with intrinsic traits
Destined to live with them
We go as fast as we come
Life is a repetitive affair
New becomes old and old becomes new
The old and new are the norm
All goes but the heart stays
And newness takes over
Why it happens, nobody knows
Reason, logic, purpose, cause and effect
Are manmade fantasies, alien to nature,
A tale of exuberance and spontaneity
Which never begins, never ends
Just stays and endures.
So, flow with it and enjoy
My mind hungered the untimeliness
of shattered existence above all grave
battered thoughts sullen whispers quiet
hushes I employed to write to empty
oneself into an invisible crowded realm
ecstasy of the soul craving my hearts
glow the brilliant hue that send signals
down my spine as if I'd swallowed the sun
capturing necessity illuminating fields
of joy my bones cringed beneath my flesh
holding my pen I'd write of sadness madness
courage and mirth a rapture awaiting newness
fanatically so the meeting of the minds shall
gather in spite my absence an yet I invited
myself deep inside criticism once again
vaguely I'd remember a time of calm
creating prose and song shaking off
writers block like a bad poisoning
chiseling away at a masterpiece hidden
within the braising wall I'd cleverly built
around myself protecting my craft my work
exposing my scars revealing emptiness
very closely dancing with insanity uncertainty
merely unfolding leaf's binderies of truth of love
Written by Mrs Yolanda Joy Nicholsen
In me, the first day of school is relentless
I wake with old dreads lodged in my chest
My home moves endlessly, it’s countless
Now every moment is a painful unrest
In my breast lies constant trepidation
The first time, I wept for a home longingly
Now I carry homelessness as an affliction
The new kid in me never leaves quietly
New friends are no longer entertainment
Friendship seeps cold in my soul reluctantly
Bred alone I crave crisp disentanglement
Nurture has sealed shyness cellularly
Stay don’t run from the classroom fearfully
Fix sour newness until it’s commonplace
Endless book reports don't close quietly
See newness as novel, not my disgrace
All moments are fresh as a school dance
Keep showing up with perfect attendance
In the midst of the morn;
In the newness of the dawn;
He loves you God loves you, don't run off;
Don't just walk away;
In these troubling times;
you might find;
Heartaches, pains;
Just remember this one thing;
God loves you don't just walk away;
you are bound by your decision;
Wasn't the right reason;
So now you must stand and bear the sacrifice;
Do not be delusioned;
God's not gonna infuse you with your sin;
He's gonna set you free;
So
Stand still and receive the promise;
Be still and reap the mercies;
Be clear in your mind
You'll save a whole lot of time;
If you just be still and don't just walk away;
God said, I love you now just don't walk away;
For it was I who created you;
And made you marvelous this way, (this day)
Don't just go and walk away;
Now fall voluntarily on your knees;
For this is just but have one way to please, me;
Lets worship and pray/praise together;
The least it should be is less and not never;
Stand still and receive the promise;
Be still and reap the harvest;
Be clear in your mind;
You'll save a whole lot of time;
If you just be still and don't just walk away;
God loves you don't just walk away;
When the woman came to me;
She said part take with me;
Of this fruit, it was right then where it began sin nature;
Came into the world;
God says I love you why did you disobey me;
Who told you were naked?
In the grasses and trees God sought us out;
We had covered ourselves up;
I (we) were created one then made two;
Now what shall the fallen do;
We (I) was scared so we (I) hid;
Ashamed because of what We ( I did;
God loves you (me) don't just walk away;
Did you hear me, God loves you, me, us;
Don't just walk away;
Written by James Edward Lee Sr. August 17 2007(c)
From "More Than an apple Tree" (c)2007
WONDERFUL
Water is wonderful even being colorless.
Ocean looks wonderful in its vastness.
Newness is wonderful when it brings happiness
Dating is wonderful on mutual commitment.
Expectation is wonderful on fulfillment.
Romance is wonderful on divine enjoyment.
Friendship in need wonderfully vibrates
Ultimate success is wonderful even if struggle irritates
Love is simply wonderful when it reciprocates.
01/05/16
Wonderful -Acrostic Contest Fifth place
Sponsor John Hamilton
I have no resolution; I stopped that long time ago.
You see, resolution is a firm decision to do or not
to do something, so you could start it and decide
not to do it anymore and most of the time that
tends to or happens to New Year’s resolution.
I have no goal because it is defined as goal, objective,
aim or plan to achieve in the future, how long would
it take, depends for you can hit or miss it, just like
basketball, hockey. Life is too short to wait and see.
I’m just being obnoxious or I’m being direct, honest.
I have an intention, aim or objective and focuses on
how to achieve it, not in the future, but now, now.
Intention is a mental state of mind, where you are
committed to a course of action, say your attitude
that would provide your purpose for your action.
Ringing in the New Year at our traditional New Year’s
Eve Party, I was thankful for another year and getting
home, after a twenty one mile drive at one in the
morning, another praise of thanks that I was safe.
Reading in the stillness of the wee hours, I came
across of learning a new habit by having a teachable
spirit or eagerness to be changed, having a life of
continual newness, be transformed by renewing
of the mind, like opening your mind to a trusting
attitude by trying to take each day as an adventure.
I will wait be it instant
Or new day matter
I stand in front of the mirror
Those the windows of my soul as I see myself
I awaken in my bed I rise setting up I say thank God
In honor and joy special praise thanking Him for life today This good new day risen awakened go to the bathroom praisin
Beautiful I stand before my Father
He sees me Naked
As I see myself in the mirror
I see my face standing in the mirror
I see my eyes, I see me
I see, I see me a student of myself positive self love huh And I am looking at myself as I am looking at myself I am an Inner peace to come I see myself I see myself Beyond due Process the window of my soul is open beautiful my Inuit Soul is open past the picture I stand I see my inner man Beyond my pupil God is my teacher
I will be in this instant
On this new day matter
I stand in front of the mirror
those the windows of my soul I see myself
Beyond my eyes I see me beyond my tears
I see me, I see, I see, I see me
I see me, I see, I see, really me beyond my mind past
Past myself mind-set is, I'm blessed
All I can see in my face created by my Father
And I am that I see, I see my reality in reality of mirror self It's not about me but the just God that part of Him in me More of Him less than me I see me I want to see the new
you
See as I see I see me and I will wait be in an instant this new Day matters I stand in front of the mirror I see the windows of my soul I see myself newness of God in me
11/30/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2o22