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They will never find me here,
An empty mind Floating in perpetual fear,
As my long awaited end draws near.
Just a loyal prisoner of Impending doom,
Another lonely prophet screaming at his mirror in his lonely room,
Predicting a demise that will visit him soon.
But there is no one here to hear,
No cherished heart to hold so dear,
And that childhood dream becomes dark and unclear.
The soul siphon hovers over this withered frame,
With gnashing teeth and claws come to stake his claim,
Who from the edge of time has purchased my name.
To bind me eternally under lock and key,
And strip away forever the character of the real me,
The pending prophesy now a cold reality.
O' I stand on the rock and it opposed me oh I stand on this Rock in it sustains me oh I stand on this rock with my arms hands held high well I stand on this rock and I try
O' I sing with the birds such a melody yes I sing pretty words with the sparrows sing oh I sing pretty words of such joy and Melody beautiful lyrics impart
Touch me Lord bath me so in thine sweet, sweet sweetwaters
I wash my feet in the Riverside at the streams flow between my toes I just cry I am washed in the blood of the lamb yes I am I am saved I believe by his blood
O' I talked to the father night and day often I wonder what does he say there's a sweet slight itching in my ear I have no fear the joy of the Lord I shall not fear
Text me Lord babe me so and that's sweet sweet sweet waters
Sweetwater oh dear Sweetwater drink upon the altar it's A drop In My Heart helps me to start a cleanse in my spirit, mind and soul
Sweet Sweet Waters Sweetwater bounce me with God's holy power I don't want to be withered and warm and dry as a stone refresh me oh Lord as I waddle
In the sweet in the sweet sweet water
If ever I'm alone on a desert throne keep me moist and cool in the dry lands keep me cool? Quench my Thirst with the sweet Sweet Waters
7/23/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
After I'm buried in a common grave,
simply marked by a grey headstone made
of granite, no human voice will rave;
isolated as in life: I won't condemn fate!
Death is the end of everything held
precious, esteemed, loved or left unsaid;
it's a withered tree without any spring,
who can enjoy life without singing?
Many emperors struggled for power,
one conquered all, but died young;
who's after glory and great valor:
to get praises or revoke wrong?
After I'm buried in a common grave
without enormous riches to be claimed:
was my humbleness worthless to declare,
if nobody listened and came to my aid?
"I carry your heart with me (I carry it in my heart) I am never without it..."
E.E. Cummings
Amber hues kissed twilight's platinum pigments that night,
beckoning ivory pearls to weave patterns of astral flames.
Charm of the crescent moon glowed in a golden gem tinge,
dazzling in divine desires, devoted to admirers of starlit destinies.
Enamoured, we embraced, consoling under coral constellations,
forgetting fears, promising to forever remain as cosmic lanterns.
Galactic fires of euphoria, blazed celestial candles into dripping wax,
hushing horizons into a heavenly haven of honeysuckle hope.
Intoxicated inside fireworks of ethereal lights, dancing on clouds,
jasmine jubilance filled the air, as shy silver sparks slipped away.
Kindled spirits like nocturnal diamonds yearned to be eternal
lovers of luminescent lullabies lingering inside opalescent orbs.
Magnetism of moonlight melodies are enchanting, but ephemeral,
nothing lasts forever, so at dawn with the arrival of a nightingale
orchestra, our obsession of obeisance withered like an orchid obituary.
Pastel passions of our paramour portrait discoloured with daylight dew,
quivering in nature's quiet quarantine of quintessence slumber.
Radiant rays only offered reflections of regret and rejection, as,
sorrows of sunflowers in winter winds shattered my hourglass heart.
These tribulations torment my tired soul, like a refugee of romance.
Unstable, under an umber universe, I've become an uncherished
verse in a voiceless vocabulary, no longer vibrant nor valued.
Wilting in the wilderness without your wisteria whispers, wounds in
xanthous tumours, hidden behind a veil of Xanadu metaphors,
yearn to heal from yesterdays, where your touch softened my burdens.
Zest of your zealotry is engraved in echoes of my zephyr heartbeats.
So It Does
Gently tickling the tree tops as the giggling leaves frolic and play in the sultry summer sun.
Caressing and cooling the skin, it's fingers run freely through loose lavish locks like no lover can.
Nary a notice when blasting the blades made to siphon it's strength, spinning, working, it solders on consistent, strong, always unrestrained.
Billowing the buxom sails urging ever onward into the unknown daring adventures to be had.
Whispery kisses to majestic mountains takes tiny fractured flecks in time making jagged crests and regal peaks wither in it's wake
Fine desert sand, it's dunes Slithered slowly like waves across the wilderness, suddenly, voraciously with great velocity enveloping the sky, stripping flesh from bone.
Compelling the atmosphere downward thrashing twisting demanding the earth to surrender whatever it desires.
A soaring galactic vortex spun up from the oceans bowels stalking it's victims, dumping it's deadly deluge with ferocity and force.
Shifting sands and powered mills,
dancing leaves and withered hills,
Typhoons swirl and twisters spin
friend or foe, I give you the wind.
All of you - All of me
If I could gather the moon light and make flowers for your hair
I would do that each and every time we're watching the moon over the ocean
If I could collect all the flowers in the spring to pave the path for us walking hand in hand through this temporary life
I would spend all my time to build that wonderful path for our lives
If I could reach the sky and pick one star for each smile you gave me with affection and care in all the years we shared
there would not be enough stars in the universe
If I could hug you and kiss you thousand times each day
in each of the years that we've been together
and if I could hold you for a million years to feel your loving warmth
I still could not fully express all the love in my heart for you
because you are my world
my happiness
my everything
We blend together like rain and water
like ocean and waves
like Autumn and withered leaves
and because
all of you is all of me
all of me is all of you
all of us is in God's love
Age is not all decay; it is the ripening, the swelling, of the fresh life within, that withers and bursts the husk. George MacDonald
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In a world where decay is dominant,
Arctic tundra is melting, and envy is prominent.
Friendship withered away with the lapse of time,
Moon gapes at all facts and truths, concomitant.
We jive in death-cool air and chime,
Where dreams and hopes start to climb.
As though molehills faded into the grass,
Rapture rain has turned into melting rime.
In a place where the sky spills tears of brass,
And the howling winds bestow a deafening bass.
We lingered in the natural ephemeral support,
Behind the murky cloud of the ebbing mass
Our bond, however, was not flexible to contort,
Cyclic in the way that orchestral drums distort.
We carried out a solemn pledge on the floor,
In divine draughts, brambles flood the report.
The Meadow Brook gave us richness galore,
Black valleys where floods shred and roar?
We could not deny such a reservoir of devotion,
As with the wilting branches and dwindling door.
Our bonds faded, plagued by wide demotion,
Secrets below the land, a flurry of blades of notion.
In a world where deterioration prevails supreme,
Time and distance cast a curtain on our emotions.
But even amid such decay, there is a dream,
Darkening and drooping, we creep and esteem.
With the truth that humanity may split and slope,
Crows chirp as they drop twigs and scream.
While passing across acrid rings of mope,
Our ties are fraying. Teach me how to hope.
It shines brightly behind the gloomy overlay,
A dazzling beacon in the depths to grope.
In this universe of inexorable decay,
We acquire courage with each raw day.
With percussive pulses of love and delight,
Our ties will last for a span we cannot deny.
In a world where decay holds its might,
We defy its grasp, shining with an inner light.
Through the drills and tribulations we face,
Whatever embers burn our ego and sight.
Autumn has arrived.
The sycamore are starting to loose leaves, and the corn fields
almost ready to be picked, indications of its arrival.
Though the temperature, especially in the evening has cooled,
it’s still not quite demanding a sweater.
The night creatures haven’t ceased their songs.
The last of the tomatoes still cling to the vine,
and potato plants withered and hilled, still to be dug.
But as this big ball turns and tilts, ever so slightly,
I can feel it. The month or day isn’t all that important.
Life moves on at its own pace and we humans,
merely participants in this universe, move with it.
Like the sycamore, the mirror reflecting my image indicate it has begun.
The age of summer has gone.
The mind is still sharp and the muscles, stronger then most,
at least at this age, like the last of the tomatoes.
Similar to the songs of the night,
plenty of life and work still ahead.
But all too soon, it will be time for winter’s sweater.
Though seeming early, Autumn has arrived.
Blessings for this Aries Harvest Full Moon
On this Aries Harvest Moon
By Michelle Morris
26/09/2026
I was always the beautiful girl
Who never saw her stars
Healing ancestral wounds in the shadows
Dealing with trauma and scars
I was always the kind and brave
Taking on emotions and hurt for them
Transmuting the darkness for all
Until I was finally spent
My cup ran dry and withered
My heart and soul were bruised
Broken into tiny pieces
Often taken for granted, abused
So, on this Aries Harvest Moon
A full moon to say f* it to the past
I let go of all your burdens upon me
I take back what was mine to last
Those fragments that splintered off
Those broken pieces of light and dreams
Bringing back my power full force
Filling my cup for me to reign as Queen
To believe and embrace my freedom
No matter what they try to say
To be visible and rare and gorgeous
A soul shining beyond this world of nay
I am always the beautiful girl
Who will see her magnificent stars
Having healed ancestral wounds of the past
Rising above all trauma and scars
I am always the kind and brave
Remaining an Empath with boundaries
Focused on building a better Earth for all
Until we are finally free
My cup is starting to fill (again)
My heart and soul are whole
All the pieces fit perfectly (again)
I am a Queen and here to create Hope
So, on this Aries Harvest Moon
A full moon to say f* let's do this!
I embrace my awesome goddess power
I take my throne and my Happiness
©? Michelle Morris, 2026
Now that as quickly descends the gloaming on us
It all seems dawn and the noontide is a blink.
Roused from a dreamy night, our faces set as the sun,
Our voices chirruped with the mellow rhythm of the stream.
Ourselves the bloom and hues, all around the lush growths.
We make a furrow the soil, we play, we smile, we hug, we…
So endearing to each other we brought time to a stand still.
Now how sad the fire moon wanes, behind the hill sunk, quickly;
So shall we part ways, ‘less we loss sight through life’s labyrinth.
And as we plod away our own paths, do note the changes:
The withered greens, drought, quietude and eastward wind;
That we shall leave all behind or they in turn shall us leave.
Drunk and brimmed with the lees of love, hard to part it is,
Yet to part with the dying day, longing for the future morn still.