Recurrently I need
sail in my dreams
than living days and nights....
I'd rather talk to stars
than dialoguing with human voices...
Live less my body
and much further my soul...
be less real
and be instead mysterious...
Categories:
recurrently, allegory, allusion, appreciation, confidence,
Form: Free verse
She felt emptiness, melancholy, and lacking self-love
Seeking to discover love. She believed she was loveless as
a little girl since her father was presence was sparse entering
into her maturing years. She seemed to be in a state of naively
to affirm that she was thinking she had surely found her
Knights and in shiny armor. Another illusion of abandonment,
when will these heartless cycle break? Abusive associations
and betrayals, Dark Places once again approaching depression,
violated at gunpoint manipulation and smearing one's name,
loss of family members. for what purpose do you continue to
wreak havoc in contact with my soul, One takes 3 steps forward
, instantly you move one backward now next to three near death
accounts. Dark Places you are physically and mentally recurrently
in contact with her. Dark places you no longer have relevance in
her life, She now chooses morality and self-love.
Categories:
recurrently, 1st grade, 2nd grade,
Form: Bio
The seldom branch
Takes a glance
As it waves at me
The cottonwood trees
Through the breeze
Applaud me
And as the motions
Comes and goes
Something you should know
God has made the harvest
And the harvest, glows…
The eternally, ever, everlastingly
Rivers flows constantly
Recurrently, repeatedly perpetually ever increasingly
Like a spark that’s burns into a flame
God has named…
Invariably, perennially continuously, evermore
The rivers waters flow
Routinely. Always, constantly, continually
The dirt, clay and lava go. . .
Customarily, generally, habitually, ordinarily, ,
Continuously, endlessly, forever, invariably,
Perennially, perpetually, unceasingly God is nature, and He’s plowing
The seldom branch
Takes a glance
As it waves at me
The cottonwood trees
Through the breeze
Applaud me
And as the motions
Comes and goes
Something you should know
God has made the harvest
As the harvest, grows…
God has made everything as the harvest
As the harvest grows…
10/10/19
Written words & arranged music by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©
Categories:
recurrently, appreciation, blessing, inspirational, introspection,
Form: Free verse
They may see sands
and miss our winds
Trails imply a path
but not an end
Futures are sold on
the back of impending pasts
I reminisce over mine
and embrace each loss
Eternal calls may
now seem trite
Endearing dues, once trying
are searingly wise
Pace a strand of mine
with each emotion you seek
Tell my tale with respect,
let's dream...
But rest me whole
if cast aside
I may see sense when
broken doors screech
Every sound may,
with abundant regret teach
Sounds retry as songs
and recurrently as voices
Each time
louder...and less kinder
Categories:
recurrently, dream,
Form: I do not know?
Search, understand, make sense of the signs,
As universal energy illuminates our minds.
Sceptical at times but in essence we believe,
There's celestial truth in all that we perceive.
Recurrently pushed down rock roads
But those rocks have been placed there for us to decode.
Realisations, higher selves, awakened minds
Take those lessons focused and the light you'll find.
Categories:
recurrently, visionary,
Form: Rhyme
Day puts on its dusky cloak,
As phosphorescent fireflies,
Like sunlit diamonds flash,
And circle beneath broad oaks.
Lovely little lanterns
Fly freely to and fro
Winking, blinking, twinkling
As on and off they go.
Many settle on the boughs,
To flash their mates below,
Lighting trees recurrently
With their luminescent glow.
Pulsing on, pulsing off
My heart beats to their light
With thoughts of love for you
For whom I’ll pray this night.
Categories:
recurrently, heart, light, love, nature,
Form: Free verse
What transpired in your vigor?
"Rumi!" Your comos flee against well-being
Your psychological state is tottering
“You’ve allowed heartache to manifest!”
Let you be! You're not well, ranting to thyself.
Wandering the streets with no footgear,
No shirt, no soul, fading spirit
This not a path to restoring agony
Let me see you through to the Doctor---
They’ll cure your mental anguish.
You can’t gasp communication properly
Obviously-not an aid to sorrow---
Psychiatrist gave you prozac so don’t backtrack
You’re grasping reality recurrently-think that
You let yourself dip to heal your universe.
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11/30/2016
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"If you desire healing,
let yourself fall ill
let yourself fall ill."
- Jalaluddin Rumi
Categories:
recurrently, conflict, heartbroken, mental illness,
Form: Free verse
When evening falls upon me gently
his eyes a breath away
I become a child rapt intently
like awaited gift on Christmas day
To peek through windows paled by slate
limbal ring that tone the blaze
brightly burning with loves desire
though unfulfilled and un acquired
They hold their gaze a relentless enduring
that something somehow will change
the clouds of doubt recurrently obscuring
obstacles of trust that keep them estranged
Rivers laced in liquid blues
with silver slivers running through
eyes of a soul that won't let go
of the dearest love he ever knew
Held in hazel and violet ring
staring back a soulful thing
that neither two would dare refute
a love no time nor distance dilute
The day of Christ with gift to bare
knew sorrows unseen or heard
alike this story too has fared
so to placid waters deferred
And yet no love as true as this
could bare the sight no less a gift
though for a moment then dismissed
the most beautiful eyes I've ever missed
Categories:
recurrently, absence, beautiful, christmas, desire,
Form: Rhyme
I need you
To clutch me tight and
Wipe my tears away.
Telling me
‘I know it looks bad but it’ll get better’.
I need hope
To come along and
Recuse me from
The ceaseless
Pit I recurrently fall into.
I need someone
To be there when
I have my blade.
To say
‘Don’t damage your beauty’.
But you aren’t there.
You don’t listen;
Not to me.
I’m never there for you,
You completely
Shut me out.
As if I don’t care.
Like I’m not good enough.
Too pathetic; too worthless.
Not worth
The trouble.
So no one takes
My blade from me.
And the angry lines slash
My arm
In every direction.
So there is a hopeless void
Inside of me,
That grows bigger
Every day.
As you push me further away from you.
And I cry,
Every night I cry myself
To sleep. Focusing on beaten
Broken hearts.
Because without you there is no reason to go on.
Categories:
recurrently, anger, angst, beautiful, beauty,
Form: I do not know?
Roots fading from dehydration
as the fire obliterates all.
Whilst black clouds
rain unfamiliar drops of blue.
The oppressor
forces objects upon the population.
Objects perceived as evil;
a strong unpleasant burden.
What has come about?
I wish to escape it.
Still it feels harmless,
for I identify with my own eyes,
in it, Christ.
It's awfully mystifying though,
for I feel hesitant.
While it's destructive
I notice the crucifixion.
Can all this be present in the world?
How did it come to be?
It's like the world senses mankind is
lukewarm, and spews its garbage on it recurrently.
Dumping all the malevolence ever created
on each and every soul,
and there's no way to elude it.
Categories:
recurrently, confusion, life, mystery, nature,
Form: Free verse
The bard’s tale begins here, without remedy,
This telling of here is, there is, and tomorrow is,
Predestined works of meticulous perception,
A prophetic hunter searching inside the anecdotal,
Over uncountable eons for his vague lucidity,
An eremitic nomad perceiving his journeys path,
Being sculpted and painted upon times medium,
Recurrently seduced by the thirst of obligation,
Into the pinnacle of death’s unabated progression,
Quintessential holy man distorted by august lunacy,
Avant-garde purpose and innate coolness,
A prophet of constant deviating certainty,
An amalgam of the inevitable impetus of here and then,
Derived from the presage of opportunity,
Distinguished by fate to eternally struggle,
As a combatant upon the fields of our history,
Revered triumphancy amongst pain ridden turmoil,
Swathed in esteem and overwhelming omnipotence,
The divine sojourner moves ever forward to eternity,
Polished in the ineffable glow of foresight,
He continues down the pathway to do his biddings
Categories:
recurrently, introspection, life, people, philosophy,
Form: Epic