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Streaks of pallid moonlight
wash over blood-stained
burnt umber leaf blight.
Glistening stainless steel remains
within wilting noir roses
and blistered blades of grass.
Sickening hands shake my repose,
heart racing, sure to collapse,
feeling faint.
A revolting nausea elevates,
trying to find restraint,
as madness deregulates.
A heart separated
from a lifeless corpse—
death awaits.
Flashbacks play like static reports,
too hard to get a clear picture.
Splashes of splattered red fill
spaces in between scriptures.
Screaming echoes spill,
dirty visions getting clearer,
as the sacrificial lamb
becomes the predator, evaporating fear.
Fighting for the blade, fingers clammy,
spinning out of control.
How could you bring me to this?
Steel cuts against palms, foretold—
splatters of crimson spray, don't resist,
covering fear-filled eyes.
One last-ditch effort:
grab the hilt and arise.
On this deadening night, collect.
You became Samhain’s sacrifice,
a feast for the demonic nether, sanctified.
By the pond, gloomy thoughts fail me
As I watch swans' shadows drift by--
Elegant their sway along water ‘s trail
Unlike the tight gait of my body,
My spine drooping low as duskfall ebbs:
Out of wonder, my bleak eyes marvel
At a bird-dance rivering into night ,
Where flutters of plume bounce sublime
Like velvet outlines robed in pearled wings.
Through their spin, I ache for abandon
Where I seek this pleasure of Now
To jiggle on, to feed on what's present :
There, then... swans suddenly whirl around me
Pure and possessed as moon’s climb...
Enthralled, my arms run with the breeze
Tiptoeing wildly past the crystal bend
My soul echoing, ' dance me in starlight,'
And relishing such bliss... without restraint!
I heard about you from my from my mama's mom
Heard about you when my parents took me to church
Heard about you from the people in the aisles
I heard about you
I heard about you
I heard about you in a jail cell
I've heard about you in the hospital
But I was wondering while I was listening
Are you free and able take to heal my condition
Are you available to come into my life, my life
I heard about you
I heard about you
I heard about you when I was just four
I heard about you when they slammed my hand in the car door
I heard about you when my PaPa died
I heard about you all my life as I ask the questions why
I heard about you in my dreams
As I wait I cried I heard about you in my prayers at night
I heard about you you can change my wrongs into right
I heard about you
I heard about you
I heard about you in the daylight
And your name was, and your name is Jesus Christ
And God the Father and you're the Son
I offered Wonder when you come
The way you left and the way you return
Vertical but with power you restored in me a chance of Grace
I plunge ahead engaged in rage but I found solage
I found restraint, I Found You Lord at heaven's gate
They talk about you in the news
I heard about you and man's views and now I confess and I realize
I am blessed you're by my side
I heard about you from my mama's mom
I heard about you when my parents took me to church and when I was young grandma died And my brother cried when father died I heard about you and stories of lore
I heard about you as I done my chores
I heard about you and what you done for us
You laid your body your life down on the cross
I heard about you I heard about you your Father's name is God
And your name is Jesus Christ
written by James Edward Lee
06/24/1974
(from the demo cassette/LP "The World Will End Tomorrow" 1974(c)
“He who has seen his true Self, which is innate, unborn, and incomprehensible, does not, if anything desired happens to him, become tainted. Being free from taint, he never performs any action. The man of self-restraint or the ascetic, therefore, is never bound.”
As one without a second, outside space-time,
as pure living light, we mirror God’s heartbeat,
at peace in the vast void betwixt bliss beat’s chime,
poised thus for eternity, feeling complete.
Complete freedom epitomises our state,
as divine light whose lustre does not abate,
ego cravings having been long since exhumed,
that breath by breath bliss ignition is resumed.
The rain halted, but the breeze didn't cool.
Fiery sunny colors dwindle in the heat.
Cubes of sugar didn't dissolve.
Unappetizing or overgrown tea
It lacks both charm and stillness.
In that, you stated you'd stand back
Breath is a wave-spelling foam.
An array of fresh guides at a helm
Steamy urges lacking restraint
Colleen warbles a soothing tune.
Watery waves in the hair
Slanting eyes like the lustrous sun
A hug will place a froth in the veins.
A blessing from above.
If you omitted my thoughts on you.
Chimes of snow rang out in unison.
Please recognize my yesteryear.
Blazed a flame of regal blue.
When tomorrows are made of foam.
Staring up into the darkness of the sky.
Loose in waves of the cosmic ocean.
Fizzing, with the onset of quantum foams.
Sending dark energy to faraway galaxies.
Where does zero matter but odyssey?
And are in awe about never grace.
To shrink the size of the cosmos.
to within the reach of my palms.
October 29, 2022
You told me to never give up,
For that I can’t thank you enough.
You’ve been there my entire life,
Got me through the crap of life.
Despite all the crap that went down,
You kept my feet on solid ground.
Much obliged for never losing sight,
Of your longing for a superior life.
The blood flowing through your veins,
Your heart’s compassion no restraint.
Regardless of hardships, anger and pain,
You never abandoned me and remain sane.
I love you from the bottom of my heart,
Have a great birthday from the start.
Over time as I mature and venture off,
I will always seek you when I feel lost.
I first learned to exhume the malice buried in their words,
Those grimoires of hatred, cruelty, savagery, and ignominy,
So I might understand upon which marble I carved the sanctity of my dignity.
Most of these demonic beings bury themselves in the cowardice of silence.
The clamor of truth rarely interests those afraid to lose their comfortable delusions.
I’ve seen diabolical mothers, chained in the darkness of their own decay,
Choose to stone their own flesh rather than chip the effigy of well-groomed impostors.
I chose the silence of ignorance as a refuge.
Slander always has longer legs than truth.
Humans have never been angels nor monsters.
He who claims heavenly ascension often stumbles in the devil’s fountains.
That is what I said to the mouth that relayed to me, like a ceremonial slap,
The impure judgments spoken against me,
All while knowing the tremors that rattle my nerves,
The porcelain of my emotions.
But it mattered to them no more than a feather on a battlefield.
I cut without hesitation.
I withdrew my presence as one pulls a knife from the heart.
The wisest posture would have been golden silence,
The sealing of lips before wars found their tongue.
But alas: humans prefer fire to restraint,
And no one stands sentinel for a solitary soul.
They traded righteousness for social graces,
Loyalty for consensus.
For to defend—truly defend—
Is done neither out of affection nor convenience.
It demands a straight spine,
And the courage to face the pack alone.
Those who dare deserve to be called statues,
For they stand firm in the storm.
As for those who drip venom in your name,
They hope, in their delusion, that you collapse beneath their own poison.
Let them perish waiting.
“It’s just a point of view,” they said.
I do not concur.
None is without stain.
But when a friend wallows in filth,
There is no need to applaud him from hell.
It was a ‘learn to water color’ class Deborah signed up for without restraint
and she already had in mind the picture she would to paint.
It was our cabin in the mountains…the one nestled in the trees
where we sit on the porch together…where we catch the summer breeze.
The cabin where we’ve spent those summers with our children for over 30 years
where we’ve shared so many moments…shared our laughter, shared our tears…
I knew she could paint the cabin, add bright colors to the trees,
but how, I asked her, is it possible to paint in our memories?
“That would be impossible,” she said, “I won’t ever try.
I’ll be content with painting the cabin, the ground, the trees…the sky.”
But she was wrong…for when her painting was completed…
the more and more I peered…
there on the canvas before me…a host of memories appeared.
Each time I look at her painting of our cabin…of the stairs, the trees…the door
I quickly realize I’m not just seeing the cabin…I'm seeing so much more.
I see Deborah’s parents on those stairs…
I see our children, our grandchildren…I see a painting that is rife
with friends and family and a myriad of memories that bring her painting to life.
Perhaps that’s what a painting is supposed to do…
urge us to see not only with our eyes but with our heart…
Perhaps that is not only the beauty of this painting
perhaps that’s the beauty of art.
I met him in India.
Silence wrapped his bones.
Fasting was his prayer.
No praise.
No spectacle.
Only discipline.
He invited me inward.
Not to hunger—
but to listen.
By the third day
the noise fell away.
Pain forgot my name.
The body grew quiet.
The soul found a voice.
I learned then—
excess can poison.
Weight is not only flesh.
It is habit.
It is fear.
When the body softened,
the spirit stood upright.
Awareness sharpened.
The unseen leaned closer.
Not power.
Not miracles.
But clarity.
I understood restraint
as medicine of the will.
Less became enough.
Enough became freedom.
They ask why I fast.
I answer carefully.
Not as instruction.
Not as conquest.
Because sometimes,
when the world is denied,
the soul is finally fed.
Crushed by their godless creed,or so they thought,
But your nation at heart bravely resisted and fought.
Networks of spies and traitors were placed all around,
Thereby they believed you would be kept down.
With coercive restraint and armoured might
They were firmly convinced that grim was your plight
But near Siauliai on a hill was a seed strongly sown
Crowded clusters of crosses were planted and steadily grown.
Bulldozers were sent in to lay them all low
Again and again a defiant crop did show
Till at last the standards of Christ's cruel plight
Made the powerful powerless and ready for flight.
To the strength and faith of your nation,all hail.
May your faith and your strength always prevail.