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no one calls me by my name anymore
in fact no one ever calls
I look out to you my friend
my ocean of nothingness
and I see
the endless impossibilities
that will never happen
eventho I think they will
I will my might to the painted moon
worming her way into my night
and I hold her if just for a fleeting second
her warmth means everything
even if it's not real
I feel, I know I do
even if it's your blood on my hands
my missteps,
mistakes
misfortune of missing out
your rainbow'd gold
or silver or red
your precious stead
but truth be dead
as life
untold in the waves of day
we hold no answers
until our final rite
Alexandra Tolstoy, lost it all, the bamks just
Threw her to the wall, held her funds
Locked her out, her fault?
Her Russian husbannd no doubt.!
Although he'd left for many years she took
The hit, expetienced fear; according to some
Info held she lived in Monaco sone records did
Tell, sh'ed visited twice..is domiciled U K, her
Absent man had alimony not paid.' Despite these
Facts it was claimrd otherwise on the flimsiest of
'False; facts' some company filed, not much of a
Bank of records in truth.' Then She got some air to
Tell her truth, nat-west did a u-turn paid her money
Yet the story morals are hardly funny, so be aware
Of subjective 'truths' watch out your info is not
Fool-proof, fact checking' today? Is as we know.'
Not real kosher, yet why is this so..?
Somedays its hard to find the light
The choice thats right
Either black or white
The never ending compromise
can become a prison
Bringing an unforseen demise
As you bathe in all the beautiful lies
And the soul within you cries and cries
The tornado twisting in your brain
Mixes your thoughts with all your pain
And you feel your lifeforce drain
And drain
And tomorrow the cycle begins again
You waken to a dawn
to a light not real
Even though it shines in your bed
No warmth you feel, and with the day
theres no new deal,
Just the daily grind
Another tasteless meal,
Yes somedays its hard to find the light
Where one true hope is burning bright
Where a loving God
Rescues you from your plight.
And he hears you from a distant star
in the heavenly night
As you wish you may you wish you might
Just be the twinkle in his eye
That catches his sight
The last hope you have as you say goodnight.
I'm visualizing! I am seeing objects
Mesmerized - my hypnotic state I appeal
Astounding! My pupils dilate at the vivid personality
The dreams I dream. They are not real
Night after night, sleeping with the twilight
It's extreme - frequently I see spirits
I am with the dead , halos on my head
I go into REM - I remember, too
All the pictures that I asleep, then view
I capture images - I slur - I speak
I tremble through each dream so weak
I wake - the superficial reality
I've taken control - what a calamity
This is real - these eyes saw the light
The lenses cracked the picture at dawn
I woke - I see - my dream died
I ponder - thee kaleidoscope of hues
I say in REM if I could only choose
Only a figment of my imagination
And yes utmost sure of exaggeration
The day goes by - I smell a garden
I walk the paths. I see sunlight
I make it through he day - welcoming the night
I pause , I yawn! Deep, deep ,deep
Wow! I again sleep! Mental images in my brain
Seeing things - I say - I remember them
Once upon a time - WOW! Here we go again
It's superficial - Don't you know?
But wait! The theory is it real?
Freud discovered what I might think
The elephant is pink- ink blots in my head
I'd rather wake and enjoy instead
My gardens and I pick the bouquet
Tossing this - I'd then thou wed
And matter of fact that perfect marriage
De ja vu! If only one knew, I'd see
That REM is haunting me - be it then be
To wake! And realism I accept! WHEW
WOW! Til death do us part, the ghost I wed
With the halo significantly on my head
I am an angel! I am reality. I now see
This superficial life I live vividly.
I walk the gardens sometimes in my dreams
And relationships die it always seems..
There once was a woman,
There once was a man,
The most illogical combo,
Since raisins and bran,
Dissimilar parts,
Grey matter disparity,
Which leads to amounts,
Of subjective hilarity,
Both must crave sex,
For prolonged propagation,
With cooperative output,
When induced by libation,
And, that's where it ends,
Except when homo-ignited,
Where friends are just friends,
Unless you know you're invited,
One shops, spends, depletes,
All resources existing,
As the other just bellows,
But never resisting,
Because the woman has power,
She cripples on sight,
Controlling money and love,
With sticky, sweet dynamite,
And unless he's released,
By some self, manmade plan,
He shall bend at the knees,
To avoid showing his hand,
Then by divine intervention,
The Spring turns to Fall,
And the power of fem,
Conquered by any football,
And if somehow constructed,
The perfect male ideal,
Sex-craved, mute, girly servant,
Who would spoon feed each meal,
Nice dream, but not real,
Because the woman is numb,
She simply continues to charge,
Until the max has been sung,
Which is where compromise rises,
Damned do or do not,
Because slap happy mediums,
Keep intact, all they got,
And regardless of structure,
Sans kids, pets and bills,
No ticket or viewing,
Can induce such raw thrills,
So, my friend, you're a man,
Yes, you're brilliant and certain,
With logic and reason,
To encounter any, all burdens,
But, one last remark,
As you wink at that lass,
Prepare both heads for the lessons,
That you'll learn in her class.
(11/9/00)
The candle light dances in the breeze.
It's calm and peaceful, feeling at ease!
Moments of sadness I can see.
Whilst looking at the candle; is this truly me?
The flame, shielded by the glass.
As to shelter it,
how long will it last?
Do I lead such an existence?
Am I lacking it's brilliance and persistence?
Do I emotionalize amonst it's luminescence?
Do I find haven among
its presence?
Questioning, wondering,
needing to know;
Solitude within its glow.
I wish to resonate its fight.
Against the winds that come to extinguish it's light.
I constantly stop myself.
Putting thoughts and emotions on a shelf.
I project anger and frustration
to those around.
In my words, I expound.
This is the only way; thoughts are released.
Helping me; indignation decreased.
I cannot verbalize.
I always externalize.
Making what is not real appear.
To the flame I wish to give my fear.
I ask for knowledge and understanding.
My own being withstanding,
everything that is set before me! Allowing myself to be free.
The flame ignites.
Screaming to remove my plights.
Have I reason to find concern?
In this life I yearn;
For balance; physical and emotional and psychological.
To discern what is illogical.
To again be who I was.
A fighter, strong with just cause.
Not this weak shell I have become.
A new year, a new life has begun.
As the flame I will push through.
I will stand up and construe,
what is false and what is true.
I will no longer bemoan
the unknown.
I will begin to trust what it is I am shown.
A new life arises.
Full of laughter, happiness and surprises.
The person I used to be.
Before afflicted with disease.
This shan't come with ease.
But know this;
I will no longer remiss.
I am Manon Peel.
Changes soon to come,
and this time....for real.
~mp (c)
All the questions in my head,
Making me mad.
You treated me as the enemy ever since,
I married into your family.
All I want was, your approval to accept me as I am,
But the moment I step into your house I was damned.
Not know what I do is right or wrong,
Because you already decided I do not belong.
I was so used to your rejections,
Without any affections.
It broke my spirit down,
And many nights in my tears I will drown.
You darned make sure I got the message how you feel,
Just in case I thought it was not real.
Punishing me, by ignoring my children,
When they seek your favor,
In return you gave them bad behavior.
No one of you come to our rescue,
When your son sold my house and left us on the street,
Where I have to struggle to land on my feet.
I have so many questions in my head,
That make me furious and you oblivious.
I try to understand why people like you,
Can be so heartless and careless.
You played the judge and jury,
When it comes to your sons’ fury,
You believed all his lies,
Even when I almost died.
I stop wondering why,
What you done to me, because, I am now free.
Free from you all, no beatings of my head against a wall.
I hope and pray that you will realized one day what you have
done.
You will live with regrets and hate, and that will be your fate.
Unearthly beauties, one and all
Angelic faces, each a doll
Physique amazing, walking straight
In runway's perfect balanced gait
They smile, in answer to your smile
Dressed sharp and simple, modern style
Somehow they know what is in fashion
Those shapely legs inflame passion
No girl be equal to compete
With wonder bodies, eyes and feet
The arching brows, ideal skin
Earth doesn't hold your next of kin
We'd love to meet them, hold their hands
And speak, about to be fans
To run our fingers through the manes
Except a dream it all remains
They are not real, don't live here
These beauties not what they appear
At least not yet, not on my watch
All I can do is wish and watch
As catwalk model or a singer
A dancer with the moves that linger
Recite the story, silky voice
Leave us astounded, to rejoice
Be you not fake, I'd be on fire
Ones' manly brain, it goes haywire
Oh, why, but why create temptations
When none of you are God's creations?
Illusions perfect, by A.I.
Hello, my beauties, and goodbye
One day you'll join humans' world
I wouldn't live that long, I'm told
December 28, 2025
18.28
“Beyond stillness,
beyond distraction,
the great soul thinks nothing
of liberation or bondage
Having seen the universe is void--
even though it seems to exist--
he is God”
Image and imagelessness
The vibrant void of Oneness
Renewal of the Ohm reverberation
Manifestation and non-manifestation
Been there done that
Not in fiction but in fact
If illumined we must feel it in our bones
Else not real and therefore a clone
We rest our case
There being no disgrace
We in innocence
Do admit our ignorance
(23-August-2019)
~~~
Verse revisited on 28-January-2022
How still is our stillness
Even in the void of oneness
If there be trace of separateness
Perceiving without presupposing
Knowing but without judging
Discerning by intuiting
Tranquil and content
In both ascent and descent
Vibrant in the divine bliss current
Graced to behold God face to face
Pure heart imbibing His grace
No puzzles left to lace
God alone is, all that is
Source of aliveness, pure bliss
One consciousness both that and this
Divine dance of separation and union
Witnessed from void of cessation
As an unending celebration
Oh! mine oppressor
Why bully me?
I am quantum living energy
HARRIER
And the Creator has made me
You called me ugly
Tattered torn but yet I'm beautiful I am molded and formed
HARRIER
You rascally rascal unappointed annoyer antagonizer
Bully why bully me
You stick me point at me throw rocks and stones at me
HARRIER
You abuse me then you miss use me
And you call me anything but your own
You fall asleep and even in your dreams you disown me
HARRIER
You call me things that are not real the opposite of
What I am and even you know this is real
Partaker misbehavior benign horrible joust
HARRIER
They say covenant breaker the acting such a Faust
Browbeater mistreater you look unto me as though I am not your equal
Browbeater you hiding behind your mask.
Intimidator and harasser and you sir are not all that
HARRIER
Your demeanor of me this meaning
and your faith is discord your haven is misbehaving
You calls this trust and have it havoc everything
And everything that you speak I am not listening to
HARRIER
I Will not partake of it step away I do say oh beast of burden
I speak Peace Joy Love
AND I release all that discernment up on concernment
That negativity that you spew and throw up I am the opposite
HARRIER
Of the negative you say I am golden I am chosen
I am worthy I am of Him and I'm in His image glorious
Wonderful Beautiful energy and I shine brighter than a diamond
HARRIER- Amen
6/1/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2023
6/1/23