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It was captain Macfarty the head of the party
Commander of ship and of crew
Who ordered “set sail” in pursuit of the whale
That was known as Kahuna Kalloo
It was huge it was quick and its scent made you sick
For it smelled just like octopus poo
It was big it was large ’bout the size of a barge
Though some people would swear it was two
From the harbour that night they went out and turned right
Their course it was westward and true
Chasing after the sun the adventure begun
In the search for Kahuna Kalloo
They were three days from shore or it could have been four
When the lookout yelled down to the crew
“Thar she blows and I think that because of the stink
It could possibly be, you know who”
Well, they put on their coats and they let down the boats
Every jack tar he knew what to do
They were fast they were quick and incredibly slick
And prepared for what might now ensue
With their feet on the floor and their hands on the oar
They rowed like they’d been trained to do
The captain was stressed and his trousers he messed
‘cause he didn’t have time for the loo
Said the Captain “pull hard, you’ll be hung from the yard
If he’s livin’ when this day is through”
So they used all their might in the dwindling light
To catch up with Kahuna Kalloo
When they pulled alongside it was nearing high tide
But they got in a harpoon or two
Thinking watery graves they were dragged through the waves
But the Captain, the Captain, he knew
Big Kahuna was done and the battle was won
The Captain said “Thanks” to the crew
With a rope round its neck it was hauled up on deck
As above them an albatross flew
It came in pretty fast and it perched on the mast
And the Captain, the Captain he knew
For he’d known from the first that they all would be cursed
For the death of Kahuna Kalloo
Gaze into the battling fire - a whisper in savage red,
And into the clouds that travel at the blind and cyclic wind's behest.
When the murmur within starts to weave its frail thread,
Calmly, let your soul rest in arms, as both alchemist and martyr in your quest.
Don't ask if it's allowed, or if it's right,
Nor if the advice of scholars tightens its grip in your palm.
Or if Zeus, Christ, or Vishnu might smile with delight,
As you drift from the world to your infinite realm, so calm.
There, in the cradle of fire and dreams, midst the heart of the blaze,
Your echoes build palaces from whispers of silk, so faintly humming.
Your conscience grows vast, and the desert, thirsty for rains,
Answers, achingly alive, to their call, deeply drumming.
Let thought cross from the sacred to the profane,
Make a hymn of the spirits that voice your inner sanctum’s domain.
For teachings are maps of dreams, not fate,
And in the sea of knowledge, you're a diligently wandering wraith.
The leaf bows in the wind, and the star in immensity,
Just as you, before your own flame, reverently incline.
Don't ask for permission to heed your own words set free,
Their scent is sacrosanct in your temple, no door shall confine or undermine.
Listen to your voice when it sings, when it wails,
When it writhes in your chest like a serpent, or like an angel prevails.
It's more than just a flutter, it's a charter divine,
A personal testament, a chronicle of your path, through the fog and the wormwood entwine.
Fields of flowers sway to the onslaught of the purest of pure winds
The fresh scent it gathers by brushing through the grass itself
The motions it creates a delicate change with every brush
It combs through the endless views of long slopes
The wind in fields are the purest of all it gathers life with in it
Pushing the way to the edge of the forest were it dies down
But I rather not say die because it still flows through
On top of the forest, above the rivers, and hills of old
Where the wind blows
the white nights make me feel the warmth in my eyes. the nights where i restrain myself from withering, where coldness and body heat can meet a certainty, but the moment your body grows warmer, it trembles. the wind opens your pores to scar the face. the electric waves of each force rises, so as the reaction of its tension between the body and the air, the one that makes you weak— the eye that cheats on you to shed a tear.
they say that being sober at midnight makes you restless. eyes wide open, unbothered, as the time and darkness becomes light. the dusk of the sky eventually makes you shiver, but it won't be enough to end you: rather, keeps you up all night long. fog clings to your skin, leaving you with deep breaths. heart beats louder than the wind, almost banging your ears to mute you. you're probably smelling the scent of kalachuchi in the midst of your wandering, it won't creep you out because it reminded you how fresh a flower can be without a sunlight, how gloomy the scent it is to be in the dark.
it's almost dawn. later, sun will shine, but how suffocating it is to feel the cold air inside the house. how often do i sleep with a hollowness in my throat? how shallow of thoughts do i need to rest with a steady mind?
to keep awake at night is to build a flame that almost ignites us; it traces the skin, it warms the cold nights. and still, you let it touch you just to know how much it pains.
Sit with me, stay a while
Let me take in all your smile
Hours go too quickly when
You're in my presence, only then
Do I want to stop the hands of time
From moving forward, time is prime
There's not enough, I want more
Let's start with those Bm chords
I'll help your fingers find the form
Is it just me or is it getting warm?
A subtle scent, perceives my nose
Is it just me or is that vanilla rose?
I'll seize each moment, gaze upon
You sitting there before you're gone
You're gorgeous, absolutely so
And I don't ever want to go
Until the next time you I see
I'll be thinking constantly
About and of you, yes I will
And I will count the seconds 'til
...we meet again...
Once married I've tasted the sweet spirit
Of my covenant wife, before we Wed
The aroma of her essence was much better, wedded
Her arms and hands embrace me,
I embrace her totally covenant
the Tree the Fruit is always better in time of bloom
Not before the harvest
-Song of Solomon 5:5 depicts the bride rising to open the door for her beloved, with her hands dripping with fragrant liquid myrrh onto the door handles. This verse highlights a moment of eager response and romantic intensity, where the scent of love (myrrh) is abundant.
3/26/26
WRITTEN WORDS BY JAMES EDWARD LEE SR. ©2026
I'm thankful for my power of vision
to watch surrounding with this sensation.
I traveled and spent enough time to see
many mountains, rivers, fountains and sea.
Charmed to visit violent volcano,
Icebergs, glaciers, hilltop,solid snow,
verdant valley, meadow auburn ,
vast barren desert, caves and caverns !
But once over failed to appreciate
blazing beauty of dew droplets
glistening bright on glass blade in my garden
which I discovered all on a sudden.
Ceaseless runs sounds,
knowing no bounds.
Day dawns, noon deepens.
Afternoon ripens
till comes silence at night
Birds chattering -chirping,
Domestic cries scattering.
Vexing vehicles hasty,
Cracking sounds nasty,
blowing horns, impolite.
Either avoid yells of crowd,
or be a part, being proud.
Loud rude arrogance,
on shouting day of nuisance.
busy noisy upright.
Just be bold and loud.
Shout, as life will sound.
Daily noisy marital clash
may or may not often flash
Observe night without fight.
Rainy season brings sacred aroma of jasmine
soothing my olfactory nerves : superfine !
I reminisce affectionate Grandma thanking sense of smell within.
As best friend I chose her ! She was so close.
From her garden strong scent of blooms rose.
Soaked soil produced feral petrichor mesmerising me.
Both scent are mingled with my Grandma ! She was so cary !
Redolence makes me nostalgic on sweet memory .
Love,
It is not alone where fingers graze a cheek
that the softness of the skin is felt
when bathed and pampered
aloe'd and perfumed
the scent, in the stillness, is coming thru
glistening like the tips of the green green grass
freshly mowed
with the sun shinning down
on a finely tuned ...
piece of pure imperfection
I'm clover sitting close
where crimson's crushed her rose
laid in dirt,
with the inklings
unexplained
not complaining nor comparing
digging my way out
of another endless
senseless hole
weed me out and wish me luck
deflower all circumspection
we can't give in
no we can't give in
disrobe me amid anguish
wash away the heartache
and the pain
together, naked,
we'll be born again
.
The last tint of orange sunset faded
into hints of lilacs and blues
trailing the depthless paths
of a promising horizon
On the glistening sand I lay
into the first hours of twilight
My eyes reverting from early stars
to follow soft gentle ripples
of playful waves lapping
onto the silent shore
The scent of salt~ spray
and margeuritas
wafted in the air
'Neath the moonglow
that seperates our lands
...And I thought of you
...Of your last letter
Of every pulse of your heartbeat
pouring crimson in a cup
of rose-petal water
Yes,once more I thought of you
like I always do
And everything was beautiful
and everything went still
till the trickling drops of crystal dew
welcomed dawn.
Sunlight hot strikes hard
White concrete shimmering
rippling mirages of water far
piercing cleanly the boundary clear
Gliding swaying moving near
linen blinding bright conceals
shadowed curves hinted within
softly moving rhythmically
creamy white buttons
within slits that hold
unfastened slowly setting free
moistened flesh lying within
sliding slowly dropping soft
pooling about sandaled feet
stepping free setting bare
downward into water cool
glowing warm sinking in
cooling clear waters here
essence mingling becoming one
sun warmed moisture cooling now
warm softened curves cooling now
growing tight firming form
clear clean waters hiding not
firm tight curves now within
distant watching all before
waves of Auburn floating free
bright halo of curves above
pale rounded curves
Soft warm breeze carries here
scent of flowers Jasmine and Rose
mingled within the waters clear
stirring emotions within me
moving together touching now
fitting together perfectly
waters cannot cool the warmth
growing within the moisture here
together to be in bright sun
parting not again to be
remaining together joined as one
through the day into the night