What Never Comes
Flying
too close to the sun
Reeling
from nights on the run
Yearning
for what never comes
Dying
alone — unbecome
**
New Words
Freeing his echo
he broke with the past
Leaving the reference
and voices recast
Lifting the moment
above and beyond
Each breath coming back
— new words to his song
**
Missteps
A quicksand entrapment
lost in its mire
Drowning inclement
— fleeing the fire
**
Night Winds
The desert
rekindles
Your essence
on fire
Strange voices
and faces
Incarnate
desire
A lizard
lies watching
One eye
rolling back
As night winds
uncover
The devil’s
— lost tracks
**
In The Vacuum
Silence
has a sound
that hides
in your fear
Those questions
unasked
bypassing
your ear
It seeps
and it enters
when lost
in your guile
And shouts
in the vacuum
of quiet
— denial
**
In Debt To The Moment
Beautiful pain
Glorious suffering
Exploding regret
Immune to the sound
Embracing today
Releasing the memory
In debt to the moment
— lost and refound
**
Looking out
he took that step
intrepid
and risked it all
Faith to act
as his belay
one last piton
in the wall
Descent set free
in motion
a true heart
to guide him down
For love of life
and moments gone
belief once lost
—refound
(The New Room: December, 2023)
24 hours
alone with myself
the road goes on and on
24 hours
in my own space
exemption rides along
24 hours
eternity breached
its imagery returns
24 hours
tomorrow today
whose light forever burns
24 hours
becoming undone
the parts fall back in place
24 hours
the wind at my back
withdrawing from the race
24 hours
a voice calls my name
in birth year reverie
24 hours
my soul to reclaim
in what was meant to be
24 hours
Kerouac damned
a false reflection shown
24 hours
each road sign that calls
direction out on loan
24 hours
the moment reframed
once lost but now refound
24 hours
24 lifetimes
—inward outward bound
(Dreamsleep: June, 2023)
Let the moment continue
there’s no peace to make
no past to refight
or future at stake
Uncharted not lost
forever inbound
the instant repeating
—with memory refound
(Dreamsleep: May, 2023)
Something inside of me
Has come in between me
It has set me free
Severed my heart from my soul
My mind's embellished reprocess
I am better now
I am in no longer doubt
With the power from on high
I am revisited, I am chosen
I am refound, remoted
Remade I am now no longer a servant nor slave
I am King of Mine Domain
Amen
12/27/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2022
I've heard,
What goes away comes around.
Does it mean,
We've got our chances to be refound?
Cause I lost all of my dreams,
As they turn into conspicuous grims.
The butterfly's song
Has always been my favourite Sound.
Was it my fault, anyway or another?
As the lyrics remained unfound.
All those butterflies, were they wrong?
Cause they felt like a heavenly song.
I was there, you missed to see.
I am here, recognize me.
Senses untamed,
spaces to reign
Bodies that die,
spirits to fly
Length or by width,
time is a myth
Dimension aground,
essence refound
Eyes looking forward,
eyes looking back
Eyes looking inward,
soul reattached
All that was spoken,
providence sings
Grand sublimation
—last bell to ring
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)
A Mississippi back road,
burns in my mind
Its memory twice buried,
resurfaces, reminds
That Mississippi back road,
you once led me down
Perdition, destruction
—damnation refound
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)
She wiped the tears
from the eyes of tomorrow
Her present uncovered
—her vision refound
(Superior Wisconsin: August, 2019)
IT WAS FIRST WORD OF MOUTH
WE HEARD SOME RAMBLINGS
ON THE RADIO
THEY SPOKE OF THINGS
IN WORDS THAT
ALL COULD UNDERSTAND
WE THOUGHT IT THROUGH
AND REFUSED WHAT WE HEARD
THEIR ARE MORE OPPOTUNITIES
FOR GROWTH AND BETTERMENT
IT IS MADE FOR US TO GAIN
A GREATER UNDERSTANDING
THROUGHT THE NETWORKING
THESE PEOPLE EMPLOY
THE POTENTAIL FOR TALENT
AQUISITION MEANS
WORK FOR THOSE WHO HAVE LOST
THE POTENTAIL TALENT
THESE POTENTIAL TALENTS THEN
MAKE THEIR PRESENCE FELT
AMONG THEIR NEW COMRADS
WORKING TOGETHER
THROUGH THE STORMS OF REFOUND VALUE
THE NEWNESS OF BEING TOGETHER
THE DESIRE TO LISTED APART
OR ABOVE
THAT HIS AFORDS FOR BEING BEST
MIGHT NEVER BE IN VAIN
THAT HIS MERE PRESENCE
SIGNALS THE BEGANNING
OF A NEW ERA
THAT THOSE WHO DISPSIE HIM
MIGHT ALLY WITH HIM
AND THOSE WHO LOVE HIM MIGHT EQUAL HIM TO GAIN
VICTORY ( OR DEFEAT)
CONTESTED AND DEFINED
BEST ABOVE ALL ELSE
when we set our sights to something
might those who want to see beyond the
ordinary, might they see, and with sight find
answers, to ask new questions.
exploration from the need of thought
beyond the scope of now,
to find a future.
a future of finding exploring, and
expanding.
Than next to the newest find
might interest and refound newnest
than makest those who want to explore
have an interest to explore.
we heard this, and found those in ttendance willing to
want to invest into the aironuantic future. of the planet
Newfoxx Nattie.
The elapsing of the year gets almost everyone busy,
listing things to do and not to;
What to leave out or cross over with
Recreating the disfigured concepts of one's entity,
Refilling the unfilled rows and columns of a mystery,
It is like a bridge paradoxically unseen in the natural,
A bridge which, others cross over unconsciously, Like people in the North Sentinel Island, the Pintupi Aboriginals;
They're undisturbed with technical, social or economical changes.
The beginning of a year, is like taking a long-light trip
through a hall with appeasing leeways
Getting lost and refound in the process
Through this travel each one has precepts to follow
The exit way is either an achievement or a lesson
Each day is a cross over,
Each night is a ride which takes everyone to past,
present or future events
Each morning is a recreation
To reconstruct the fragmentary initiative.
A happy and reproductive 2018 to the poetry members.
:)
Capital means head,
whether healthy or swollen.
That leading toward healthy wealth place
and pace.
Capital is where my head is at today.
Capitalism may be where my competing head has turned
while social and natural eco-capital
could become where our cooperative hearts evolve,
revolve,
resolve,
resound,
rebound,
refound,
reconnect
inter-religion.
Hearts, like minds,
are bicameral,
with bilateral arms and legs,
eyes and ears,
and even nostrils,
are bipartisan
sensually stereophonic
stretching dance to rhythmic sound.
Capital grows where my Either v Or deductive head works out Win or Lose
and revolves more therapeutically
where my BothCrown AndRoot in-between heart plays out
and in,
up and down,
diastatic through stasis,
regenerative then degenerative,
love before fear
of ego-loss,
to re-ingenerate again.
We can throw our capitalistic arms against each other
yet we all breathe and beat
this same cooperative capital
wu wei,
MidWay
Yang with Yin
Win anthropological + Win ecological.
equivalently anthro-eco
bicamerally logical
neuropsychological wealthy
mind+body health.
Senses untamed,
spaces to reign
Bodies that die,
spirits to fly
By length or by width,
time is a myth
Dimension aground,
essence refound
Eyes looking forward,
eyes looking back
Eyes looking inward,
soul reattached
All that was spoken,
providence sings
Grand sublimation,
—last bell to ring
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)
A Mississippi back road
burns in my mind
Its memory twice buried,
resurfaces, reminds
That Mississippi back road,
you once led me down
Perdition, destruction,
—damnation refound
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)
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