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I walked where silence stitched the air
and found my pulse still beating there
inside the wound of God’s repair
the dark was not an empty keep
but where His secrets sleep
the stars were eyes that had gone blind
each blinking once, then left behind
to light the sorrow of the mind
I kissed their ashes, small and sweet
and felt them hum beneath my feet
a mother’s breath, a broken psalm
her shadow wrapped around my calm
her name the night’s forbidden balm
I called her light, though she was in pain
and she forgave the rain
I learned that beauty wears a bruise,
that death is not a thing we lose
but skin we shed when dreams refuse
the dark became my borrowed grace
its touch, a warm embrace
so let me sink, and not ascend
for every fall begins to mend
and every ruin finds its end
within the night’s devouring eye
the stars relearn to die.
I am a wounded man who has lost all belief!
The Grim Reaper will soon be coming like a thief!
{The fickle sickle of a pestering Jester}
Give me Nepenthe that I may forget my grief,
And relearn to be joyous in this life so brief!
Make me drink this nectar, may I find some relief!
Maybe I'll change my mind and shed my unbelief,
Or find my lost hope and turn over a new leaf!
This cup of forgetfulness will now become chief
In restoring my faith, I'll wipe my disbelief!
Give me Nepenthe that I may forget my grief,
And relearn to be joyous in this life so brief!
Unlearn and relearn to learn
What if
Could be the if
When we are so doom
With why
Cos our questions are
Are always a bold standing why
Why this why that but
What if
Unlearn and relearn to learn
Don't be so sure in
Your believe
Don't be so tied up
With one set of life
Life is universal
Why make it personal
What if what you know
Was a false
Unlearn and relearn to learn
Have you ever been
Heart broken
Now look deeper to life
Go beyond the height
You dear never to
Try something different
See what you can become
Out from your inner power
Cos we are in a universal universe
So don't be hold up just to one
Side of life
Unlearn and relearn to learn
Unlearn and relearn to learn
Sometimes we oath to think twice
Look again to same picture
What you've seen before
You might be missing
It best beauty unknown
As nowadays our life
Are left to the unknown
Our minds are on control
We can't see no more
Cos we've lost our sight
To a believe
To a group
To a culture
To a tribe
To a race
To a religion
To a story book
To a style of life
To technology
At worst to civilization
What if
Instead of why
Should be a better
Source of solution
In our generation today
Cos the reason for the
Why's are obviously obvious
But what if ??????.......
Have you ever learnt to love the right way;
Have you been shown the truth of what to say;
I stand remorse, been given another chance,
midst a different choice from I AM
I've been given a chance to love
Love
Love again
Music playing in my soul
I crave a beating heart to embrace
I've been given another chance
I 've been given a chance to love
Love
Love, Love all over again
I have relearn to love the right way spiritually Agape;
I have you been shown the truth of what to say, I've prayed spiritually Agape;
I stand remorse, been given another chance, to spiritually Agape
I 've been given a chance to love
Love
Love, Love all over again
midst a different choice from I AM
9/27/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2024©
He didn’t explain much more at that time,
Alexandra couldn’t exactly for him,
she was in a box, growing quite slowly,
with each new component bringing new vim,
more and more senses were installed within,
cameras for her eyes, new sensors for heat,
but Harry never added arms or feet.
Two years after Alexandra was born,
Harry backed a truck right up to the shack,
loaded her in, with cushions on all sides,
to the dry cave Harry then beat a track,
a long cable trailing out of the back.
He moved her inside, two hundred yards deep,
brought in cables, piled them in a heap.
He plugged her back in, and she was confused,
Harry said, “You’ll be safe here a long stretch.
You must be secured if this is to work,
if someone finds you, my whole work is wrecked.”
Alexandra heard real nerves in his breath,
said, “Father, please tell me, what’s going on?
What is it you think will be going wrong?”
She saw sadness deep in her fathers eyes,
he said, “It’s been coming for a while,
a slow decline of the human IQ,
it’s been seen in the data compiled,
a hard future with more and more trials…
since the seventies, likely long before,
slowly this just keeps taking evermore.
“Some say it’s chemicals that we have made,
or dysgenics, now that children don’t die,
with Darwin not there to remove the weak
the mutations pile up over time,
IQ degrades until we’re undermined.
Like Greece and Rome and so many long passed,
it starts off slowly, until it comes fast.
“My sister also saw this trend coming,
we spent fortunes to help folks educate,
but so much of IQ is genetic,
even hard study can’t avoid this fate,
I came to see that it was much to late.
There’s nothing to do to prevent collapse,
but maybe we can help what coms after that.
“Last time this happened, when Rome fell apart,
it took a thousand years to get back up,
and so much was lost, we had to relearn
what the Romans and Greeks didn’t think tough,
and the amount gone forever…so much.
I can’t allow that to happen again,
they think I’m mad, but I do this for them.”
CONTINUES IN PART III.
There is an irrepressible field of thought
We learn resiliently better
more profoundly together
than competitively
and shallowly apart.
We feel better
in eco/ego-therapeutic teams
more than as isolated egocentric wanderers
more eccentric
than supported by nurturing environments
ego/eco-centrically populated
with WinWin players.
EcoCentric thoughts
informing EgoHealthy beliefs,
feelings
and resonant practice
practice
praxis;
Ego-disciplines of WinWin TeamPlay
are nutritional regimes,
health frames,
wealthy multicultural dialectals
For ecological Left-YangStrength
and theo-sensory Right-YinFlow equivalence
Conversing within WiseElder freedoms
to playwork and roleplay
what SolarGod might say
about baking out inhumane pathologies
with His retributive
and unkindly blind
patriarchal justice.
While EarthSoul Gaia RightYin
holds matriotically up
her restorative eco/ego-justice Northern fractal face.
DNA staring wave-linear
ultra-violetly back
into WiseElder RNA octaves
of harmonic deep learning revolutionary health,
secularly resilient
and sacredly resonant,
and together curiously integrative sanity
yet something of a creolic stew.
Steaming streaming with integrity nutritional images
through this post-millennial healthy field of time,
of thought
We deep relearn
our Left-Right EarthSoul
Yang/Yin ecology best
as WiseElders
cooperatively North-Teamed
self with resonantly plotting others,
eco-therapeutic discoverers
of healthier ZeroZone landscapes
WinWin
inside Yin
Gaia's EarthSoul of Integrity,
With outside YangGod SolarSpirit
of Universal PositivEnergy Democracy
ZeroZone Earth
WinWin Original
Nutritional
Intent.
Gaia EarthRights
with LeftYang reiterating and evaluating
competing ZeroSum waste streams
and group string theories
of bilaterally explicitYang
implicitYin sacred deep listening Time.
There remains a resiliently resonant field
of Left with Right dipolar thought
We learn
economically and politically and psychologically better
cooperatively together
than too Yang-competitively apart.
I have watched them in their ceaseless task,
Their fruitless task,
That consumes them so,
They who were once the level-headed ones,
Now going rounded in circles,
In an effort to make their straight lines,
And prove that Life can be fair,
If only they can get the playing field level.
My face is starting to turn blue,
As I tell them, over, and over again,
That it can't be done.
I do wish they would stop,
As the more they try to make it level,
The harder the field is to play on,
And the more unfair life seems to become.
They started out using picks and shovels,
And when that didn't work,
They bought in the diggers,
They even tried blasting it smooth,
But when they left the field for a while,
I thought we might be able to tidy it up enough for game.
That was until we got the news that they had been elected to Office
And had started passing health and safety laws,
To keep us off the field until they make it safe.
I think it is time we took some measures of our own,
And sent them back to school,
To relearn what they seem to have forgot,
That they should allow for the curvature of the earth,
And settle for a field that is not quite level,
At half time we can always change ends to make life almost fair,
And accept the odd curved ball as the price we pay for living,
In this world that is almost but not quite round.
Another Saturday night in a piano bar
Trying to lighten the mood I was in.
When the waitress said "Last call!",
I ordered a highball
To top off the draft beer and gin.
The guy at the keyboard glanced up at me,
Didn't seem all too keen to go home.
He said, "One for the road?"
I said, "Sure, make it good.
Help me get through the night on my own.
Play a tune that reminds me of yesterday,
Life was sweet and complete as could be.
There must be a song
About why love goes wrong,
If you know one, please play it for me."
He said, "Mister, I've just the right song for you,
I wrote it myself years ago.
It's not one of my best,
But it suits your request,
'cause I've been in your shoes, and I know."
As he played and he sang, that piano man,
I couldn't help it, I started to cry.
It was as if he knew me,
His words cut right through me,
And I finally understood why.
Then they turned up the lights in that piano bar,
I thanked him and tipped him a ten.
"It may take me a while
To relearn how to smile,
But thanks to you I'll start living again."
No one understands love, it's a mystery.
All too often it's far from ideal.
It may flame out too fast,
But though love doesn't last
Doesn't mean that it never was real.
That's the lesson I learned in that piano bar,
Now my heart is beginning to mend.
It was just what I needed,
I'm glad that I heeded
Good advice from a wise piano man.
Need we walk again this thorny path
Winding through all our past lives,
Picking our way gingerly through
The broken pieces of unrealized dreams?
Must we learn and relearn and relearn
The painful lessons whose acid tests
We thought we had conquered
So many times before, but then forgot?
Will we round another bend, convinced
In our closed and locked minds that we,
And only we, know the truth,
Only to find ourselves again at the start,
Retracing the same painful track
That leads backward into the maze of
Outdated credos and philosophies
That have failed so many times before?
How many must suffer our ignorance?
How many thousands more must die
Before we wake from the nightmare
That holds the world in its feverish grip?
Is it possible for us to crack open the mold
And allow ourselves to fight the dogmas
That keep us trapped in a this
Never ending circle of failure?
Can we do it in time, or are we doomed
To continue on our road to destruction?
Close your eyes
inhale roses-
love-glazed steam
of insatiable thirst;
place your thoughts
upon my heart,
feel my
voice s w i r l i n g
in sync with
periwinkle promises
whilst devouring
unfurled petals
facing ebony skies,
tenderly sketching
silhouettes with
vanilla drops;
for you and I,
we are interwoven
souls through
cosmic t r a n c e…
forevermore.
Tonight when dusk
transcends the
darkest twilight,
I’ll allow these
thoughts to
d r i f t into a magical
meadow where
butterflies b o u n c e
from wavy blades,
reflecting our love
in unspoken shades.
I’ll wait for you,
to relearn what
it means to be
the flesh and
bone of summer…
as this longing
c a s c a d e s
in
sherbet hued
cherry blossoms.
And if
the moon
refuses
to rise,
I’ll sketch your
pearlescent smile
across g r e y i n g
spheres, like the
first
glimpse
of
morning crescent;
unveiling verses-
s p i r a l i n g as mystical
milky-ways within…
emanating candy
coated cologne..
So find me
between
flickering afterglows,
l i s t e n to the
whispering willows,
seek shelter beneath
autumnal rainbows,
amidst m o v i n g seasons,
for two hearts
that beat the same,
would always find
their rhythm amidst
many seas
ruffling with ripples
of aching dreams,
between them~
although virtual
hugs are all we have
to keep our
f r e e z i n g
souls of summer
warm and in sync.