Born in the same home: Earth.
Raised with different beliefs,
women of opposing polarities,
each equally necessary.
You hold strong beliefs,
I’m more open to different ones.
You don’t need to question things too much,
I question everything.
Both feel equally trapped
by our outward appearances.
One wears Prada,
the other, a simple black tunic.
These garments -
just a form of protection.
Do we really need to carry
these shields?
I want to imagine the day when
we can dance naked in sisterhood,
keeping a harmonious equilibrium,
discovering that, deep down,
we are the same.
Exquisite curvy sculptures.
Made to Perfection.
Givers of life,
Creating a better world.
Silent cosmic dust,
Spiral galaxies,
Shimmering afar,
Scattered nights above,
Sparkling points of light,
Stellar paths ignite,
Skyward eyes awoke.
In the night wallowed forlorn arts, casting glowing shadows from amongst sempiternal darkness, such brevity before the course of riven lives cast aside, aside then and step through the open gate. Sojourn of the reveries again you must displease me, but in return a promised wish, and wish you do and wish you might upon this star, luciferous, the morning star.
Dreams from retold of
Ancient paths the holy
Walked.
Resist all illusion.
I dance blindly in
Your storm, carried away
By Your phantasm.
Episodes of reincarnation
Entangled Your roots with mine,
Binding me still
To Your resilience.
Soulful melodies enrapture
My heart.
A song bleeding through
Every fibre
Of my possessed being.
It starts with a whisper, a subtle invite,
A thrill,a relief, that feels just right.
But slowly it tightens, day after day,
Turning bright hopes into shades of gray.
The mirror cracks- eyes lose their gleam,
Chasing comfort in a haunted dream.
Relationships fray,trust fades away,
And laughter grows quieter with each passing day.
Time ticks, and the soul begins to bend,
Yearning for freedom that never seems to end.
But beneath the ashes, a spark can still glow-
Recovery whispers," It's time to let go."
There's pain, There's healing and paths to regain,
Through storms may echo with guilt and shame.
Addiction steals, but it does not define-
There's strength in the fight, and hope by design.
Particles of light, spaced spectorums;
Raining down spores bright collections;
Silent sounds grasping floral rainbows;
Dancing with the moon and sun space;
Light shines grace;
---Day's Dawns Light
5/27/26
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.2026
Tearing down the illusions of falsehoods,
My footsteps march forward towards fullness.
The skies seem so obscure beyond the woods;
Afar, the light of love looks luminous.
Trails that were trodden once are now traceless;
I have to toil to till and find my path.
So-journers and wayfarers seem faceless;
My logic lags beyond all human math.
Fields and farmlands are deserted and dry;
Wells I dig within do not quench my thirst.
I stand amidst slippery sands and cry:
Might the journeys stalled in mud be reversed?
When pathless paths attain their cosmic goal,
Does Brahman wake, or blind, the dreaming soul?
A beauteous new born day - Whoa is me!
Now seeing a precious opportunity in my head
The stars no longer shining glow- dawn broke
The crescent moon to rest indeed - instead
Tepid the sunshine might then enter my fragile soul
Those radiant, alluring hues bleed warmth thru my skin
Gracious the inner beauty within crept upon me - whoa is me!
Voiced too now are the chirping of birds-
Songs begin
Mountains the peak is climbed standing tall
The air to breathe - it's vivid true of imagination
Distraught !! The inevitable . A treacherous rain
Nurtured nature - Breath becoming through hydration
Bridges they say are over troubled waters
Hurting inside- turmoil of memorable reflections
Caps roll in top of the waves redundantly
The seagull, flies. Wind on the face - coming attractions
Bewildered the paths and the rocks formed with strength
The light as said to the deepened turmoil - See!
The concaves in my mind indeed I view - stay tuned
It's still all in my head . Whoa is me!
veil
moon-lit
breath of dusk
stirring hidden paths~
whisper
I see a spate of branching paths
before me in the woods,
do not have time to take them all,
so wonder which I should?
Being cursed with real wanderlust,
I feel the dread in me,
if I choose one, not the others,
what thing will I not see?
Will this one reach a waterfall,
mossy rock in a glen?
Will that one reach a twisting gorge
that I’ll not see again?
Does that one go up to a ridge
where long vistas stretch out?
Does this one go down to a lake,
with frogs hopping about?
Or do they present false choices,
going nowhere unique,
just more of the same forest grounds
with nothing great to seek.
But could I live with the regret
if I missed something grand?
Or do I waste precious hours
just roaming normal lands?
I know the choice that many make,
and yet, I still must go;
I guess I’m wired to explore,
and my soul needs to know…
When I ask my Creator to lead me along paths of light, I find that great difference where loneliness tried to keep me on its side, and thanks to His grace, He guided me to places where the hallmark is belief and happiness in abundance. It is remembered that some friends were going to see the princesses of the place, and one day I accompanied them, finding that light in the most beautiful gaze that has ever come into my life, giving way for my heart to hasten and thus not let you go from my side, forming such a blessed couple that when we go to prisons and dark places, the light of our Creator always takes effect in new hearts. Happy holy days!!!!!!
Lraularguellesmtz!!!!!!
long pathways in life
overgrown hiking trails
paved over bike path
i
see
two roads
before me
silent choices
calling my slow heart
a quiet wind asks softly
which path will shape the rest of me
i step forward and become my own answer
i step forward and become my own answer
which path will shape the rest of me
a quiet wind asks softly
calling my slow heart
silent choices
before me
two roads
see
i
Free to explore unchartered paths.
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
If it were tonight
If you're lonely come to me
Take the train
It stops by you at ten twenty two
Its a long train ride for you
Along through the Bible belt
Sweeping across the tops of trees
As they stand naked in the cold
Its as if the cold remembers me
As if it were at tonight
Tonight the night when all our passions touched
Our walks along the ancient slabs of glacier rock
how did I get so far
Without a God
How did I get so high
If not to want to touch the Sun
The things I forget about appear in my dreams
To touch to hug to laugh as if for real
To that if there is one to thank
I thank you
To have that chance of love
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