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Lighting Tomorrow
Memory’s
lantern
near empty
unfilled
Each night
in the darkness
to flicker
until
Your eye
without warning
a flash
unexplained
Forever
relighting
and fanning
— the flame
(Dreamsleep: June, 2025)
Shamal Winds
Lost
in the deepest
recesses of myself
And happier
than I have
any right to be
The hidden
regions
my newfound oasis
A Bedouin
convert
— home among the sands
(The New Room: June, 2025)
Infestation
The American Dream
becoming
a nightmare ...
Conscripted
by strangers
new thieves in the night
Usurping
our freedoms
embedded among us
Invested in nothing
but
— what they can steal
(University Of Pennsylvania: June, 2025)
Leaving The Noise
He came into
silence
like fish
take to water
The only thing
constant
his being
alone
To wander
the alleys
of quiet
reception
The noise
and confusion
for others
— to drone
(The New Room: June, 2025)
walking into
an orchard
someone ate
the apple
i see rotten
inside core
silent teardrops
falling deeply
screaming inside
noiseless pain
a shadow
cursing
the sadness
a ghost
of mourning
an empty void
crying unfilled
one vacant ache
echoes sorrow
suffering loss
dreary eyed
walking this road
embraced in darkness
lost a second heartbeat
love you do
not hurt inside
i was a fool
in loving
love you never
let me down
only now one sees
behind the mask
a lying face
shatters and breaks
in truth love
all an illusion
love opens
the eyes coldly
lost in
a million pieces
all shattered dreams
never to be found
on a different planet
in the reflection
shattered feelings
everyone
a broken dream
it was not love
who done this
to me
sorry love
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I sat here in thought.
About the woman I love.
That of her beauty,her eye's,the touch of her skin.
The thought of her fabulious curves that drive me wild.
How I like to be making love to her right now.
In more ways then one,I know for sure!
To hear the sound of her voice,to feel her in my arms.
To run my fingers wild through her patch.
To feel the tip of our tongues meet with excitement,with that of an explode.
There the passion would be as I would love her with all my being.
It's there I am sad that she is not here to enjoy the thought.
The ones of us making wild in these mountain top.
The ones of my lips kissing her with such passion.
That with a softness and gentle touch.
That it would send chills up and down our spines.
The thoughts of me up between her thighs,having a snack and a treat.
As I would find festive in many ways.
That we would not sleep this night.
Because there would be an outlaw on the prowl.
Cause I would take everythibg she had to offer.
All the way to giving her muti ****** and putting a smile on her face.
That there she would know she is loved by a real man.
Because every time I stop,she would want to do it again.
And I would gladly ablize tapping that ass again.
Having her always wanting more because that's the kind of loving man I am.
That you hit right and they always come back for more.
But these thoughts I have go unfilled because she is not here.
But these thoughts are my own and that's what keeps me surviving this.
Because there,these thoughts are my wildest dreams.
And dreams are what keeps me alive.
As I'm true to the one I love.
That there my heart is because of the one I love.
That these thoughts are my desire for true love.
I have eyes, but yet I can’t see
There must be something
Hanging O’er me
I have eyes but yet I can’t see,
And it’s victory
Maybe Yes or it may be No
I have a better place, I’m gonna go
On this plain, this terrain I’m a visitor
And it’s victory
Back we’re going back to heaven
I have eyes now and I can see its victory
Profound in reflection
My introspective recollection
The idea that even with my physical sight
There can be a deeper blindness
That so prevents us from seeing the truth
Something hanging over me
Suggests a sense of uncertainty
Such a veil that needs to be lifted unfilled
Sorely I have a longing for understanding and clarity
Only such then will I have victory
Our journey itself is a triumph
Regardless of the outcome
The victory the battles already won
Testament to the human experience
Our Father heart and His spirit
Within all His mysteries and uncertainties
Even still we’re inspired to inspire others to embrace this journey and trust
For in this trust there shall be a brighter tomorrow
Nevermore no more shall we have any more sorrow
7/10/2024
Written words & arranged music by James Edward Lee Sr. 1985,2024©
What am I doing here when there is no one to care, what I am doing here when you are all alone sitting over there. The days feel longer, the nights are very short and passion is locked up in the dark.
I pace back and forth on the floor searching for answers and looking for something beyond the shore but the road in front of me gets wider the hills gets higher and sweat is oozing out of my flesh.
I have this spirit of hope burning inside me and my guiding angels are walking in front of me, they are everywhere protecting me from the heat and the cold and always telling me to be bold. I have no time to dance with your wind, when you have committed a promiscuous sin; day in day out I live in the mud wondering when I will return to normal living again.
What am I doing here when your negative vibration saturates the town draining my positive energy and leading me towards an unfilled destiny?
It is painful and sad and it makes my heart rumble. And somewhere in the town the bad men are running around rubbing marijuana in the palm of their hand and puffin the smoke in the air.
What am I doing here when the unemployment figures are touching the sky and the youth are running up and down the street disrupting my heartbeat?
I lost myself in work so as not to focus on the dirt but at the end of the month, the cycle ends and a new episode begins again. I have talents and skills to tell you how the universe begins.
I have traveled to many places and mingled with many races, I have trod the earth without shoes and I have the story for the evening news, what am doing here when I have so much to share, the temple is on fire and I am filled with desire.
A new day appears with shadows flying in the air, I kept looking for the answer that is tied up somewhere in the forbidden chapter. I glanced at hope for a while with passion riding by my side and I was determined to break through the web that glued me to the bed.
With courage we marched on top of hill looking for the man in the cloud. We found him on the floor with a group of people around him preparing the final draft to make a brand-new start.
What am I doing here when you act as if you don’t care? I will be leaving here soon and I will give you a call at noon. What am I doing here!
Absence craves answers
in a hollow solitude
pulling us nearer
driven by the aching void
which cannot stay left unfilled
Expectation swells
in the pause between two breaths
drawing strings tighter
to capture what thought had missed
in expelling the longing
Silence sends alarm
as loud as a siren's cry
something is coming
it presses the heart to hear
what listening ears have missed
The longer the wait
the more the ears turn inward
to fantasies spun
to fill the gaping silence
that refuses to be still
Silence grows restless
to unlock forgotten doors
that expectation
swore were already waiting
in the wings for their prompt cue
It's been twenty years since my last confession,
And my confession was about you,
A tale of love and silent obsession,
The beating of a heart that I once knew.
In this my confession, my soul laid bare,
I spoke of the yearning, the secret of my desire,
The memories of your touch, soft as air,
Kindling flames that time could not heal.
But fate's cruel hand drove us apart,
Leaving echoes of a love unfulfilled,
Yet still, you linger within my heart,
Like a bittersweet dream forever apart.
Now, as the years have slipped away,
I confess, my love, I still hold you dear,
In the shadows of my thoughts, you stay, a hole that remains unfilled.
A cherished memory, eternally clear.
In this humble confession, my heart finds release,
Though decades have passed, the love remains true,
It's been twenty years, but the pain won't cease,
For my confession, my dear, is still all about you.
*Image of Between Doors by Hope.
As Shadows Mend
A lingering bravura form ... dawn midst twilight's brilliance,
It sprung a length of an unscathed course -- accidentally,
The mute vim snugly stamped unfilled, credulous of malice,
Flightiness stemmed from this silhouette, soulless oddity,
Fractured sewn plots hint of ambrosia, ere glint of the sun,
Crept o'er beauts dead asleep flit promenade the *Champs Elysees,
This undertaker gleams green edges, tickling haunting fun,
Furtive's sourced the virgin-less dove, resting on eggs well pleased,
Furtherance strengthen cloaks, catnapped air revives to a squeeze,
Contingent hollow burdened by hyped growth and fancy streams,
Swarming hodgepodge, dynamism idled, abandoned, charms ease,
Consequential happenings, capricious woodland's sprite dreams,
Curiousness provoked benchmarks, advance said grey graveness,
Flummoxed o'er see-through luminance, that occult pseudonym,
The breathless saunters towards pronounced distant concaveness,
Prompts closeness of wormed anomaly, like some phantom limb,
Chanced, faced with faceless, instantaneously, sensed a warmth,
'Twas pacific this heightened soul tried to claim yond circumstance,
A cleansing consumed me whole, doleful went yielding a formed,
While Lunar's wanting depth, Sol's dawn, striking a winks askance.
The darkroom flights emptiness to illuminate alone,
Receptive rays liberates imprisoned eyes to wander,
Aims set, spirits exalted, aids cognizant chaperone,
Nippy night solicited valor, daydreams come yonder.
*Champs Elysees (SHOHNZ-eh-LEE-zeh): a major avenue in Paris famous for elegant shops and cafes
~~Happiest 2022 Dreamers, Aloha!~~
2021 December 28
too late to refuse
to be subject to abuse
of those long gone blues
the failure to comprehend
all that was needed back then
each makes their own way
emptiness unfilled by phrase
darkening some days
dreams shot at and downed
expectations run to ground
leaving without sound
of story with no ending
too long lost for beginning
dreams won't make it so
long past time to turn and go
where sad stories flow
not much left to mourn
what our younger selves had sworn
we too became torn
sometimes we pluck a prize rose
sometimes we grab a sharp thorn
what the fates disclose
cherish the highs cast out lows
life is filled with to-and-fros