If someday we do profess
Wear your brand new midi dress,
Fun shoes, denim jacket too
No one else but me and you
I'll tie my hair back, nice cologne
Cheshire boots will set the tone
A quiet moment with no fuss
'Til later on when it's just us
O' ye what it be
Sorely flying we be
High in mind, low minded
Soul blinded
I profess dreams of vision quest
heavenly invested in bless
High in thoughts,
Above myself
My inner crest is that I am bless
O' ye I shall be
of my Father's Heart
my loyalty wealth
Soul sighted
I a visionary eyes so sweet
Paradise viewing blight
High in thoughts,
Above myself
My inner crest is that I am bless
So blinded sighted
5/17/2025
written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2025
Love without
Love within
Love where I am
where I’ve been
Beginning to think:
far too much abundance
of this foolish, loving folly,
so I kicked my
wagging tail collie --
loving view~
it just ain’t fair! – attempting to escape,
I journeyed to the zoo
wouldn’t you know it,
two loving ape there too
along to the park
high in birch nest
spied I a pair of nurturing
lark, near
another pair of
snuggling Red Breast --
two nests,
fondly sharing, the same supporting limb
depressingly glim...
a loving co-op I must confess – such loving
caress – sadly, much more loving
needing my critical address:
a young boy helping
an old lady off the bus~
gentle, avoiding painful
fuss
a bow-haired girl
giving a bowl of milk to a feral cat
(I prefer a brat!) --
Expressing pure love
by her selfless care, makes a
ornery boy cuss
for a devout prune-face like me
I disapprovingly profess
this entire day,
a freaking loving Mess!
Who else can bear the heavy cross of pain:
if not us who ardently profess Christ?
Haven't we been blessed by His light?
Aren't good deeds and kind words a gain?
Jesus was the humblest of kings,
no crown for his head but thorns;
He fell but still and carried the heavy cross of pain
to His death: women wiped the blood off His chin!
Put on these shoulders the heavy cross of pain,
I have to feel what he felt to understand Him fully;
I'll be mocked and whipped on the way to Calvary:
there mother will touch me and hold me again!
Carry your heavy cross of pain and glorify Him,
without His sacrifice we would be souls lost to sin;
we'll be laughed at and even be humiliated by them,
they have no love: they are as lawless as evil Cain!
Adorn thy King of all worthy note
For I stand unashamed to profess
Each loving quote
Of gail force winds
You hold me undisturbed
And touch my heart
To share what I've heard
Of jeweled facets I adorn your Holy name
In trust I believe each promise that you've made
For all the days passed and all the days to come
You are my Lord Jesus my strong tower of love
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"The living Water sustains my weary soul and gives me strength until the day I'm called home"
In Jesus name Amen
No comfort for the stickler, sticking literary fixtures depicting conflicting inklings to their minds as perfect pictures.
With one stroke of my pen the standards rose again and damned be lesser men.
As the pros of prose impose and profess, chaos needs redress.
For I, who's distress you must address, now cower and cleanse this mess, confess my prowess only serves to impress all reason to, "stop the press".
Anachronistic the measure of their metric, imperialistic so the eccentric can spiral in tantric concentric circlejerks.
Central to themselves, it works.
The stench of sh!t, a rose by any other name, smeared with effluent smirks.
With all due respect you may cling to the historic.
If you wish to press/play, I will lay waste.
I'm not here to copy/paste.
The past won't be replaced, though clearly trampled and retraced.
Finding you're fittingly faced with chagrin laden grimace feeding bitter distaste.
Thou is to doth o'er and o'er, as men of the cloth in unrestrained glory.
Touting the gospel loudly and poorly, wholly unaware it's a fairytale story.
Saqi
I yearn
To pluck these stars
Out of their distant stupor
To hurl them
And watch them explode
In the immeasurable
Distance
I yearn
To thunder
My intentions
to rip down
mountainous curtains
I yearn
To make
Curvaceous inroads
And watch the
Majestic peaks
Bend to kiss the valleys
I yearn
To stride across
Universes and
dimensions
And bend destiny
To merge
My reality
in your presence
Saqi I warn you
Tonight I am restless
And I will not be accountable
For all that I profess
Through my drunk verses
And
For tomorrow's consequences
Saqionahigh
Seema Kj
©SeemaJayaraman
27 Apr 2020
My desire is to savor the taste of your sweet lips
and wake the flame of passion asleep in your heart.
I'd brush the contours of your face with my fingertips
then paint your beauty from memory as a work of art.
If I could I would fetch you the moon on a spoon,
and a drink made of honey that I collected from bees.
To make you smile, a romantic tune I would croon,
and profess my love for you while down on my knees.
I would cradle you affectionately in my arms at night
and then languidly sigh while breathing in your scent.
I'd compare you to the wonders of celestial starlight.
With such burnished love, I would be placidly content.
I'd write sonnets for you to reveal what's in my soul,
capture the moon for you and leave it at your door.
I'd wrap it in stardust and tie it with ribbons of gold,
solemnly vowing my heart to be yours, forever more.
'And I saw the dead, small and great, stand before God; and the books were opened: and another book was opened, which is the book of life: and the dead were judged out of those things which were written in the books, according to their works." ~Revelation 20:12 KJV And then [Jesus said] will I profess unto them, I never knew you: depart from me, ye that work iniquity. ~Matthew 7:23 KJV
The sound of solitude
Means I am now alone,
Yet reminds me of my finitude
And for sins I must atone.
Guilt racks me like a cyclone,
For the lies I have construed
Lay around me like a clingstone
And the shadows of hellbrewed.
A creed of cruelty I tattooed
Upon the armored heart I honed
With every virtue I eschewed,
Now I stand before my God, unknown.
I realize then, that my entire emotional existence embodies contradiction. I profess how you’ve wounded me but haven’t I presented you with your weapon and placed your finger on the trigger? “You hurt me! Again, you’ve maimed me!” but I held the target still on my chest for you. How can I cry out in pain, broken and bleeding but return the knife to you with the blade still aiming at me?
Fleeting thoughts of yesterday's troubles
Will Find me in the winds of unless
These hands can’t block the pain it doubles
It's all I can take no more no less
Bleach my feelings so I can reset
Forgive my heart for all of this mess
Take my hands there be no regret
It's all I can give no more no less
Tread light with me upon dreams of sand
This wandering heart my love confess
Please hold me tight until I can stand
It is all I can do no more no less
Let's greet tomorrow with open eyes
Falling for you is love I profess
Forgetting past words as my heart cries
It's all I can be no more no less
A cynical never asks himself,
" How a miracle can ever happen when everybody
goes on without faith through their hopeless day? "
I attest this truth with disbelief!
Faithful can pray constantly with bowed head,
hoping God listened to their plea to all spoken words;
how disappointed they are when nothing ever happens:
and amid disarray they their hope turns cold!
Nobody understand how favor is imparted fairly,
God chooses the ones deserving His endless mercy;
the angry preacher with a harsh voice condemns sinners
who don't cleanse their souls with any repenting tears!
Look for drastic signs that foretell events to come,
be ready for what can and will change Man's destiny;
God's word is unbreakable, his promise declares love:
believers are patient and profess their faith devotedly!
You walk in hoping for solace or a smile,
instead you’re ostracized by iconoclasts.
Oh what irony!
Becoming what you profess to be against,
don’t you see what a joke that is?
Now we’re overrun with hypocrites.
Safe spaces aren’t so free,
they’re not open to all who enter;
Copying a cadence shouting their beliefs,
rhetoric gets you in the ‘In’ crowd.
Somewhere art’s been left to flounder,
shy behind all their shallow noise.
No desire to speak,
that’s been tried before.
Can’t open up when the response
is so utterly phony.
Safe spaces aren’t so free,
they’re not open to all who enter;
You’re not backed up when you’re gone.
Don’t think you’re exempt from their rules.
Only truly welcome with a cave-ate,
be a catalyst for their agenda.
God forbid you hold your own opinion
perhaps it’s better to remain exposed.
Safe spaces aren’t so free,
they’re not open to all who enter.
Wrote you a song today
to say I love you with music --
a lot of hits were written that way
about a special person in a composer's
life --
Wrote you a song today
hoping you will sing along:
Hear tell that love's a harmony
hearts in tune keeping time
no Gershwin, can't write Rhapsody
just my own true words
about you, in everyday heart-felt
rhyme
don't know 4 quarter 5 quarter
it's all just mine
we broke every rule
but somehow turned out fine
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wrote you a song today
did my very best
uncomplicated, all sincere
purposely left some spaces
hoping you will pen-in
the rest...
wrote you a song today
wanting to publicly profess
to dispel if any doubt
to say how much you mean
to me, how much all the years
have meant to me~ how I ask dear
God that He like me, will always
love, cherish and bless you --
His intrinsic calamity of calmness
burning down my bugbears
meticulous admirer that you are
lifting me through the stairs of Arcadia
with this brutal force of ocean’s nature,
re-reading the solitude of memories
the real unfolding the fictional underneath
to profess and pass through the infinite
treasuring the hearts of the time
like a favourite book of mine
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