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The air you breathe, it isn't all it seems,
Not just the oxygen that fuels your waking dreams.
It carries whispers, doubts that fill your head,
A constant murmur, a voice that's often said,
"You're not enough," it hisses, cold and sly,
"You'll never reach your goals, just give it up and die."
It wraps around your throat, a tightening snare,
The air you breathe becomes a burden hard to bear.
But wait, a pause, a space to take a stand,
Is this the voice that truly guides your hand?
Feel deep within, a fire starts to glow,
A wellspring of resistance, where your true self can grow.
The air you breathe can carry hope as well,
The scent of possibility, a story hearts can tell.
It whispers courage, with each gentle breeze,
The strength to rise above, and find the path that frees.
Let go of doubt, exhale the negativity's sting,
Embrace the air of dreams, where inspiration takes wing.
For in each breath you take, a choice resides,
To drown in shadows, or where hope confides.
So fill your lungs with purpose, let ambition rise,
The air you breathe can hold the strength to reach the skies.
Don't let it drown you, this essential tide,
Embrace the good, the bad, and open wide.
You are the captain, navigating every breath,
Choose wisely, traveler, and defy the voice of death.
For in the air you breathe, a power lies unseen,
The strength to conquer doubt, to make your future keen.
I enter the interchamber
I closed the door to my mind
I my mind the enter's chamber.
I talk to you, my mind's eye.I see you, I hear you. Eye am talking to you.I call Yahweh
I call Yahweh Jireh Lord will provide
I call Yahweh Rapha-Lord who heals
I call Yahweh Nissi you're my banner
When we can't see which way to move
I choose you Yahweh Shalom my peace
I call you Yahweh Roi you know the path I"m on
I call you Yahweh Tsidkenu, you're the Lord of rightousness
I call you Yahweh Shama, Lord your there you're here
I call Yahweh Sabath the Lord of Host
I call El Elion God most High
I call El Roy you see me as God you see
I call ABBA FATHER most intiment my family name
I enter the interchamber
I closed the door to my mind
I my mind the enter's chamber.
I talk to you, my mind's eye.I see you, I hear you. Eye am talking to you.I call Yahweh
7/13/26
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.2026
I sit here pondering the next move as I watch the hour slowly slips away, and chance standing in the horizon muse steadfast at me. It is that little nudge that you get when you are almost out of breath and you try to find something to hold on to but nothing is there and a tiny beetle comes along and start to sing a merry little song.
It is the little things that amuses me, like the mouse playing hide and seek in the art gallery, the spider building a web for its sadistic prey and the cock roach crawling on the wall has caused a great brawl. It only comes out when visitors are in town and starts a commotion all around.
The evening sun is just cooling down and everyone is running around; it drifts at the back of the hill and creates havoc in the street, the people are running around in a frenzy and something peculiar is disrupting my heart beat and I can hardly breath.
Sweat is dripping from my face and my head is getting hot, my clothes is soaked and my feet are burning. The water is running in the stream is warm and something below the surface of the earth is interfering with my dream, I have to go and check it out.
The beetle from the order of Coleoptera,is flying around in the tree with four hundred thousand bugs descending in the open space on thee. It’s hard exoskeleton is fashion to protect its internal organ and resist all external blow they too are getting ready for the big show.
I have traveled this path many times in the sun and rain and each time I travel it’s never the same, sometimes the journey gets longer and my heart gets heavier and chance waits patiently for you to come. It is that moment of waiting when nothing is left I begin to find myself
I have stumbled upon the “art” in me and the courage that is spread out in the ocean before me, and I begin to reason with myself. Just one more chance to go on that trip, Just one more chance to see if you really exist. Just one more chance to get it right, just one more chance to complete this sacrifice.
There is one thing standing between me and you, it is the path that you have to pass through when you close the door; meet me at the junction with a script camera and a bottle of water and you will write that story of how we cross over. Meet me at the junction and chance will take your hand.
Wailing for her demon lover, she knows nothing about these woods
Daring the devil to snatch her from clutches of midnight she howls truth
Wolves answer her with appreciative baying of their own.
Was she a she-wolf, a werewolf or a gray wolf? She laughed at herself.
The shadows of the night danced like furious fodder around her
Was she an empath? A wife or a wild woman who can transmogrify?
Maybe a touch of all three; a Gemini, which explains her a bit.
A gray entity was heading her way, but it was thwarted by the night sky.
She had a knack for finding the most grotesque and turning them.
Their evil into sand, their inspirations into aspirations.
Wild knows wild.
Her daddy said that about her when she was eight.
She put her arms out and twirled her essence into the path of a young girl.
There were snickers and dashes in the bits of the bush shadows now.
I am me, she said; relieved.
Eager to be….herself.
Side to side in a flowing rhythm strides
rocking our enormous body and head,
like a pendulum our long trunk swings side to side.
My family and I walk for miles and miles
foraging, dusting, mud wallowing,
swimming and socializing along the Niles.
We encountered an obstacle in our path.
Humans have built a wall and blocked our path that we'll break.
They forgot that we never forget the path we always take.
We tense our enormous frame
flare our ears and in a trumpet rage
and charge head on onto the grounds to reclaim.
Side to side we walk across and melt into the bush.
5/7/2018
I stood where two roads curved away,
The light was soft, the air was still,
My Uncle DeVoe, with wisdom gray,
Said, “Take this path, follow your will.”
He pointed where the shadows played,
On leaves that whispered secrets low,
His voice was calm, his hand had swayed,
But in my heart, I feared to go.
“I know the way,” he softly said,
“This road will lead to peace and more,”
Yet I chose the one ahead,
For fear of what was held in store.
I walked alone, the years rolled by,
With each step, the weight grew cold,
I heard his voice, a distant sigh,
Regret it seems was growing old.
Now I look back, the woods are dim,
The path I chose now worn and bare,
But I see him still, his figure slim,
By the road I should have taken.
In dreams, I walk where he once stood,
His guiding hand, I long to hold,
The road I should have taken—good,
Was lost when I sought paths of gold.
She swiped the lipstick across her lips
even if everyday life seemed hopeless
The path through flowers and weeds
twisted in different directions
pale meager illusions
God knows she is exhausted
Faith, prayer for grace and hope
With eyes fixed on the sky
she kneels divine to the earth
Abandoned as a glow worm in the dark
so many walks in this labyrinth
Meek and humble to change directions
Black sheep also have wool
Dear God, send down an angel
with the cross of truth, Amen
As the light fades and darkness descends
Night falls into the whisper of the wind
Trying to find comfort within your dreams
Sadness grips your heart
Tearing your world apart
Darkness consumed your soul
In grief you do not know
You do not walk the path alone
You walk with the greatest man ever known
We all have burdens we must bear
At times all seems so unfair
The pain endured will slowly diminish
As the memories begin to fill the void
Love will remain and linger in your heart.
As you shed a tear on that final goodbye
LOVE stays forever.... it never dies.
There is a love that is like no other
Love so alive it colors the life
In light, in fire, in the music of smiles
It is wise, beautiful and warm
Filled with such wonder, like the Son
Who knows that we are His gifts
From a Father who is pure love
There is hope that is vibrant and strong
Hope that is untainted by worry or strife
It is like laughter, lingering in delight
It fills the heart with kindness, inspiring
Splendor beyond dreams, loveliness
That the Lord brings with His grace
There is faith that is genuine, authentic
Faith that sings of wisdom and understanding
It fills the mind with insight into the soul
Knows the meaning of mercy, blessing and prayer
It baptizes the soul in joy that always knows
He is alive, a light, a fire blazing in the heart
Who knows that His faith rages out of control
There is the One who makes a way for us
Where no way has been known,
On the path that leads to life with Him
In a heavenly home…
Listen to the heart who reveals Jesus to the soul
There you will find a love that only God can bestow
I hike as I've hiked a thousand times gone
But curved like a serpent, the path that I'm on
The scrunching of steps in the snow as I walk
Tick off precious seconds of time as they mock
The night swallows minutes, as they swallow me
Hard payment, in lifeblood, for mortality ...
The magical mood of a white-spattered sky
A dance, drifting soft, as the wink of an eye
Small heavenly jewels of a winter sky's weep
And crystalline tears of the season's cold creep
Soft, tickling my face with memories, frozen
The frosty reminders of fates that I've chosen ...
- Thus, leaving the plane wreck behind in a storm
I set out in hopes of some refuge that's warm
And now, three days hence, air whispering death
I'll trudge steady-on 'til my last icy breath ...
For should I end up in this cold, barren ground
Ah, blessed will I end, with such beauty around ...
In the midst of a providence few ever know ...
Enchantingly baptized ... by a heavenly snow!
~ 5th Place ~ in the "Action Adventure" Poetry Contest, Chantelle Anne Cooke, Judge & Sponsor.