When there’ll be no Facebook, darling
And no Google Photos too
Could we plant another garden
Under skies of acid blue?
They might regulate the clouds
Teach the sun how it should shine
And no rain would fall without
The permission of AI
But one thing they can’t rehash
Is the loving fun we spent
Saved by laughs, it’s in our ash
Scattered over sea and sand..
Clouds arise from the seas to
quench thirst of earth in rain.
Yet some parts remain parched
praying for due share of water.
Ironically excess rain also floods
destroying homes and lives.
Flood afflicted pray for less rains
to minimise their watery sorrows.
In imbalance created by nature
living beings are forced to adapt.
It is, indeed, difficult to tame nature
Let alone fully understand its cues.
After centuries of reckless destruction
we have not learnt our lessons yet.
We need to preserve nature and
bring it back to its pristine glory.
Protecting endangered species, planting trees for higher green cover
may help regulate rains and halt
adverse impacts of climate change.
Somehow, she appears from nowhere
to dominate the darkest sky,
her glow, suspended in the air,
will mystically bring on a sigh.
Her magnetic vibes are wondrous:
the shifting of each ocean's tide,
and also, somehow moving us-
she steers how minds and feelings ride.
Manipulator is our Moon.
Our months, divided each by stage,
are how her phases stay in tune
to regulate how hearts will gauge.
Full moon and love are tied as one-
Romance and moonlight, hand in hand
maneuver closeness that is spun
as Cupid seals what she has planned.
A force of nature, to be sure!
For ages, she's been on a throne
with mystic strength that does allure-
to mysteries still unbeknown.
Many adults seem
like they are
spiritually broken
and the youth
already knows
so when we
show the light
and call
things out
openly
the ones
who do not
know how to
be honest
or self-regulate
will always
send forth
what we write
to one another
all just so they
can psychoanalyze
and crash out
about what we said
to whoever will
listen
even though
the ethical
healthcare
experts
tend to
agree.
We’re ruled by flimsy Nietzscheans
“It’s all too human”, spoke their mentor
So they dehumanized for us
The services, forced us surrender
To the machineries that count
All that we are, and regulate
All that we could have been, without
The guidance of inhuman state
I doubt that Nietzsche saw that far
Although he prophesized decay
A boudoir philosopher
For jaded bourgeoisie, he played
A wise man’s comedy for those
Nocturnal chaps who lived behind
Closed curtains - I tend to suppose
That’s us, those who forgot to die.
Such a testament that I commit.
Enthralled with voices in my head,
could it be God? Angels or demons
Regulate the thought. My sin paid for bought
I have bottomed out. but yet I stand on top
I ranish the perception, I am reverencing.
The right attention, such a testament I witness
3/2/26
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2026
Whenever I sleep beside you
I wish I could touch you
Whenever I touch you, you go off in no time
I thought it would never be a crime
Whenever my heart burns for your enclosure
It brings instead an overexposure.
Whenever you are far my side
Little emmets retried
I wish they are far gone
As they make out my compulsorily learned turns
I wish the atmosphere is cool
My duvet should be a tool
Aren't it good enough a follow up
And sometimes; alarm's scrap of a hyssop
Found in fabrics designed to actively regulate temperature
Mattresses and bedding that feature Outlast pleasure
Perfect for couples as they absorb excess heat
Release it as you cool, store it
Thanks be to thee
What used to be shall stop to be
A great weird help
That would simply put a stop
To unwanted pregnancy
Hesitancy creating exigency
Though for the time being
And maintain common care keen
No more "hold me, I am cold"
It's now "shift, I am hot GOLD"
It may fluctuate
But will later regulate
To grant you access
For you be ease of distress
It does give headache
Just to keep you awake
Over the night, you keep trying
Till it's no longer denying
It might delay your debit alert
After transaction successful
And with your worries flirt
Till it seems not stressful
It can make you sit for hours
Even after debit alert comes
Waiting till credit alert empowers
To collect goods bought cum tantrums
It doesn't look good coming forth
The credit alert long awaited for
Comes continuous shot henceforth
But never say goodbye whenever explore
Triggered from your words, makes me want to take action, making me feel unable to self-regulate.
Triggered by your picture, makes me want to kiss you all over, making me forget all logic.
Triggered by that food, makes me want to eat it, even though I am full and have reached my calorie limit.
Triggered can come by many ways, it can be with words, and pictures and smells, just to think of a few.
Triggered can make us do things we would never do, but some are tricky and know how to get to us and make us move.
Triggered can be for money, making us do something ugly, and then later we feel sad because we let someone lead us to wrong.
Triggered into growing into a bad person, or to living a negative life, all can be caused by someone who triggered us into a result.
So be aware, and do not get triggered, move away, and leave the situation.
Lifting prayers to God, today and always.
When you are young
What do you know of old age?
Then life is at a high noon.
But old age comes
It comes with loss.
Your heart begins to weaken
Your breath becomes quite short
Your muscles are not strong anymore
Even walking the dog is a tiring chore
And the days at the sea are no longer fun
Life often seems sad bleak and without sun.
Sleep and prayer offer some relief
But I can often can hear these words
“Enough is enough of this grief”
My mind sometimes says to me,
“I’m too young to be old”
But my body says, “you’ll see.”
So, I do what I can
Usually pushing for more
I regulate the days to spend
Most time with art and garden friend
I breathe in God with every move
Sending out blessings of deliverance to all
For all the good I still can do until I go.
Limited by our senses
Limited by smells, sight, sound
Limited by tastes and touch
Yet somehow
We sense there are mysteries ...
beyond them
A sixth sense
Embedded in our brains
The Pituitary gland
A doorway to the imagination
Where there’s a revolving door of neurons
All juiced up on Angelic power
A gateway of ganglia
Blueprinted from ages of DNA evolution
All up in our business with revelations
A continuous reconstruction zone
Especially created to regulate growth
Both literally and spiritually
The philosophical phlegm
That secretes like God goo
Inside of me
Inside of you
Inside all of us
ew
A quarter rest breathed into my consciousness, a playful pretense of a warm hand gently placed above my heart, calming my sedulous spirit.
—by the Poet
When Paris Was All The Rage
Slow sound of the sax; I lay back
and listen to good-old-day lyrics,
when Paris was all the rage,
and the time of love has past
for the old maid sipping wine
on a sidewalk café; staring,
are we, into the eyes of a painting
rainy and colorful; romanticized
by the simmering sound of the sax;
its notes buoyant on the Seine.
Raindrops of gray, blue and cherry
blossom; a scant smile on red lips,
reminiscing the fading beau and hours;
clicking heels and handsome dress.
Sedate and cocksure lyrics and vocables
regulate my heart, warm my pulse points.
A voice croons, as the ‘phonist’s fingers gyrate,
tingling all the senses; cabernet dimmer switch.
Pains are supposed lifetime teachers,
Teachers that connect mind to soul.
Soul, mind connects unto preachers,
Towards time... life lessons made whole.
Pains are pieces of peaceful storm...
Comfort's steeze can not regulate,
Or by any means can reform;
All stings, life's fate violate.
Each never come to mount limit,
Rather shapes mind not to get lost
Of strength wearing out to be fit
Enough for heart, wishes exhaust...
In-between life and death dreamlands,
Once of pursuit in dying hope;
Tired, shattered yet chasing cum grace,
Possible luck could lock by chance-
Either up in the sky to fall...
Like manna released from heaven,
Or in the oxygen breaths breathe...
To keep living and grow nice gut.
1. Humble gifts of Mother Nature: Free Verse: Humility
She gave a mixture of measured
Traces of gases to make a livable
Blend of air for lives to breathe well
She gave a magical potion
With rich nutrients to exist and sustain
All living things on this dear Earth
She spread ethereal carpet
Of soil to store, grow, regulate food to live,
For lives to recycle again
She stashed and stowed away fine rocks
To hold the mass good with unwavering strength
Bestow minerals to live well
She is so humbly rich to give
Such elegant presents to all lives on earth
Unworthy mankind took it all
2. Humble gifts of Mother Nature: Etheree: Humility
She,
Gave us
Air, Water, Soil,
Precious things that hold
Took million years to make
To help lives live and sustain
Balanced living - she wished to create
It floated for a while till a dawn
When human thought to use it all for self
Spoiled the gift, spoiled the giver, and failed terribly overall.
" Affirmation without discipline is the beginning of delusion."
- Jim Rohn.
Affirmation without discipline
is the beginning of delusion.
Trying to fulfill ambition is fine,
but judge before taking decision.
Confidence is pivot of action.
Proceed in disciplined path to win.
Over confidence brings delusion.
'Don't act reckless, have patience ', I mean.
Analyse to chalk out your venture.
Control emotion and regulate
to access success in future.
Caution at every step : Formulate.
Always thoughtful, don't get desparate.
Approach cool not being aggressive.
Don't be foolhardy on needless haste.
In well planned manner, act decisive.
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