on parallel shore
I wander where waves caress
no footprints online
only brine, rock, and seabirds
to echo that I'm present
screens flare like lures do
hooking the curious in—
I keep eyes blinkered
knowing one slip starts the plunge
into hours I cannot spare
my life is fragile
ink seeps slowly into grain
behind the latched gates
I paint in colours unseen
where regret can't get a breach
no mast light for me
no beacon on shoreline gleams-
I sail without charts
my course drawn by phantom steeds
into the void in your world
I burn my candle
past the eyes that never blink
past networks alight—
your grid can't trap my shadow
your feed can't name what I am
I live analogue
unseen on parallel lines
that starves intruders
wanting to click, like and feed
on clocks that don't keep your time
no mast light for me
no beacon on the shoreline—
I sail without charts
my course drawn by unseen stars
in the space between your worlds
The Key to the Gate
The mirror world, I just call that for this
A parallel world in the matrix arrangement
of the universe, it is invisible from here
That world is clean, cool, super atmospherical life
There is no sickness, viruses, decay, and destruction
There is a new emotion, the love of the high mind
There the heart and mind are one. The heart works from the mind
It is possible only to enter that world with a free heart and mind
The key is for the selfless and hateless soul to be on. And the gate is open
Must have to let go of anger
All negativity must be erased
Where is the gate?
Everywhere
But especially
Often in
Old and abandoned places
I found one
In England
In an ancient fascinating cemetery
time
suspended
surprises
buried
inception
cancelled...!
PERPENDICULAR AND PARALLEL
(Apropos Of We Got This)
Another sunrise,
We are perpendicular;
Paralleling life:-
Upright together,
We are parallel in thoughts;
Victory is ours:-
Onward let us go;
Perpendicular in hope,
Paralleling faith:-
As one perceives the trees leaves,
An elegant green gleams.
Screaming yellow sunbeams,
Downloading data streams,
As we drift into daydreams.
Our spirit slipstreams,
Into the Supreme.
Encasing us in peace,
As we release,
Thoughts to increase,
The hold on our realities.
Infinite possibilities,
Running simultaneously,
Through waves of energy.
Creating unique personalities,
Through individuality.
Constant lessons in duality,
Teaching sensuality,
The thirst for more,
Our urge to explore,
The brain storms,
Our core transforms,
True treasure in form.
Break away from the swarm,
Take pleasure in your warm,
Enveloping glow, and know,
We all grow,
In its loving grace,
Your first birthplace,
Among the stars,
Swirling galaxies in space,
Waiting for us to retrace,
Come face to face,
To your Truth,
As we evolve as a race,
Through a parallel interface.
crisscrossing parallel universes
by some freak of nature
teeter tottering tumbling
to one side then to the other
in one world her home
Julia is unbearably lonely
a devastated grieving widow
inconsolable since her tragic loss
one day she crosses over to the other side
walking into a parallel world where
all is the same but for the accident
and her marriage never cut short
like a curious puzzle she puts pieces together
understanding that in this new world
she is squandering her treasure
taking for granted the man of her life
throwing away in one world the same prize
desperately grieved in the other
how will she balance the two worlds ~
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
(inspired by 1988 movie 'Julia and Julia' starring Kathleen Turner)
Are u hu-man? Or?
P C imam bot legese?
Woe-ad priest Par'i?
Seine fish (aroma)
2000 years, new bottles old whine!
Crawling's not flying!!
Parallel ExErCiSeS--
James Edward Lee Sr.
Michael Block
jumping jacks --
movement hangs on cross
captive prominence
chosen to hang on -
suspended on tree aloft
jumping rope . . .
athletes running drills sets
army tactics
war fought and won
play time children-
second full moon
nighty night --
solace breaths last breath
harken midnight--
comes lunar genesis
glory shine
7/20/2024
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2024©
i dip in the Sun's ink to write the known...
the Moon dips into my soul's ink to write the unknown...
April 21st 2021
To be a woman:
Is to search your father's missing love in stranger's beds
To live life scrambling for love
Yet hating every moment of it
To crave gentleness, yet run at the sight of it
Such is womanhood,
in its adequate inadequacy.
- The parallel life of a woman
When we dream, in fact, we are in a parallel world,
A world where everything is possible, where our heart flies without wing,
Where our steps leave no trace, but our feelings build bridges,
Bridges towards the souls we long for, towards the loves that await us.
Likewise, when we love, we lose ourselves in a parallel universe,
Where time stops and only the heartbeats can be heard,
Where our eyes meet and create galaxies,
Galaxies of passion, desire, and shared dreams.
In this parallel world, our hands intertwine like the roots of an ancient tree,
And our souls dance together, like two butterflies in the morning light,
There, in that world, there are no barriers, no distances,
It's just the pure love that unites us, embraces us, and makes us dream together.
TRISTICH IS A PARALLEL VERSE(Inspired by Hebrew Biblical parallels) it comprises L1 theme L2 ECHO of theme L3 Punchline/observation
Wardrobes, full of clothes,
crossstitch cluttered walls-
her shadow still clouds my mind
Inspiration takes many forms,
a thought picture,event,dream or word-
Each,willed, as and when,from the Spirit heard.
(Inspired by 1 Corinthians 12:11)
Up and down, back and forth, left and right,
Before and after; which way to go?
Does this describe a needed direction,
That space and time seem to flow?
The scales of these concepts, extend
Well beyond what any can see.
In a universe that remains untethered,
Like wild dogs running amuck, & we're the fleas!
Within limits, our rhetoric uses reference arrows,
Such as, parallel and phase, to point the way.
While adding confusion to the chaos;
Is God shuffling cards for the next play?
This exploration allows many pathways,
Seeking a place we might understand.
Yet as dimensions come and go, our imaginations
Will keep pace, as if masterfully planned.
although not parallel
universes in the
sense envisioned
by science fiction
writers and string
theory physicists
my dog and I
live in the same
but very different
worlds, mine is
more colourful
but his far more
fragrant and his
hearing more
acute and our
tastes differ as i’m
sure i’d find the dry
kibble he wolfs down
boring while he is ok
with eating broccoli
and even brusselsprouts
yet when he thrusts his
head into my lap and
I scratch behind his
ears as he wags
his tail our
worlds converge
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