Sheets of blank paper had yellowed with age
I wielded a pen, but no ink was spilled by my hand,
Memories were left unwritten on every page,
though as many as a beach holds grains of sand
I gave in to my Muse and scrawled line after line
thoughts drawn from my soul, buried fathoms deep
Were all of those sad recollections really mine?
They were flowing as freely as the tears I weep
Reflections of my past in sunlight and ebony night,
refusing to remain entombed, fled from their prison
Strokes from darkness were escaping their plight
Released by my pen, from their sepulcher had risen
There is battle brandishing power in the pen I wield
A weapon I've found useful in place of a silent tongue
It cannot protect me as though suit of armor or shield,
Emotions shouldn't be confined; they should be sung
Inspired by someone whose name I don't know
Shall party silly, many days
Be drunk and happy, and all smiles
I learned the truth and thus the craze
My name's not found in Epstein files
February 2, 2026
healing balancing
emotional state of being
left my conscious
with phantom grief
hard to explain
the feeling of a despair
of released attachment
to worry stress anger
no longer holding space
to those emotions in heart
gaining a momentum
to feel something
different as a new
way to conjure thoughts
with the feeling of joy
For the millionth time I implored
the memory that I adored,
the only girl for me,
"I'll love you as long as I'm alive,
but, alas, how can I survive,
as you, from me, your love, deprive?
My love is all for thee."
For the first time, it gently spoke,
memory's ghost to a heart that broke,
"Listen close to me.
No one else can from you, deprive.
Your true love is within, alive.
It's time for it to grow and thrive."
And thus, it set me free.
Enoch Burke is just released, let this be a lesson
Against the over-reach ' of an ideaology going mad
Thank God for good teachers, and let lads; just be lads.'
I feel so weak,
No strength to fight,
It's all left my body,
Out like a light,
I'd hope to find a cure,
That this day wouldn't come,
But now I'm too tired,
To reach out to someone,
I know they all cry,
Probably scream and not understand,
I promise I tried my best,
I'm okay with this end,
There'll be no more pain,
Not for me atleast,
I'm so sorry,
I just need this release,
I'll leave a note,
So you know it wasn't you,
I don't want you to think,
There was anything you could do,
My love will never waver,
It's now just from afar,
I know you can feel me,
I'm where ever you are,
You'll see me again,
In a much better light,
Free and unburdened,
From this inner fight.
You have time still, to escape with your
essentials. I only know one spider.
It will crawl to you slowly,
as a million-dollar snail might.
He has made an apartment where the ceiling
and wall meld like oceans.
His place is lousy with cross-hatched whites,
with a fine sheer finish that glows
in the sunlight. At present, he is resting in a sunbeam
atop your W-2 that was mailed to me
on accident. He moves his wire-thin legs across
your typeset name, as if trying to learn
every serifed edge of you. I have named him Richard,
for his lion heart. The sun is setting, and he races
the shadows up the wall. He will come to you well rested,
eager. I told him how the mosquitoes love you,
and there is a hunger in his eyes. Pack lightly, my dear,
move swiftly—you said your life was boring so,
I have just released your address to every spider I know.
You were childlike, sensitive and sweet
a colorful bird with clipped wings
fragile as porcelain, loved arty things.
You flew with your favorite butterflies
made pretty cards that cheered your friends
gave us love I thought would never end.
You battled mightily within your mind
were often lost inside your fantasies
needed help to return to reality.
You grew weaker with the passing years
and looked to God to give you strength
He was your hiding place, in Whom was faith.
One day, you sensed your time was near
you delved into your world one final time
He took your hand, said “You are Mine”
then you flew away to heaven’s skies.
4/26/2023
~No burden I am encased in His Blessing of love God is always!
8/21/22
Written by James Edward Lee Sr 2022
Repositories of The British-Donated:
Of texts like bombs detonated;
Books from their libraries discharged;
The-Given-Out, not a dime charged …
A Harvest of The Happily Released
Because of The New that must be increased;
Books that have lost The Right to Remain There,
Better reasonably dumped elsewhere
Between The Hard paper Back
Like strong keys to hack
And The Partly Fragile of Skin
Whose sight sometimes win …
Books freely circulating British Philosophy
But equally peddling America’s Theosophy;
A growth presumed from Her Majesty’s Concern
For our Intellectual Darkness times ten!
Also, a reply to the worries of her users
Wanting to occupy seats sort of useless.
eating your own heart
leaves no room for joy's desserts
bitterness banquet
the law of Lamech
once bound up, is now released:
there is forgiveness
----------
Genesis 4:23-24, Matthew 18:22
Have you ever danced before the light
Have you ever settled for peace instead of to fight
Have you ever done wrong and you should have done right
This is just a small short sight
You're about to fall but hold on hold on tight
For the life you change from the darkness to enter the lights
Shut in the darkness walking upright
Renewed promises stopping praise of the dark now everything's right
Written by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
12/21/21
I was arrested by your soothing sounds of the sea.
No need to roam, I felt at home in the arms of your liberty.
My sealed lips will have nothing more I wish to say.
But presently, with these eyes, I will look away.
From my heart, in tears, I will turn away.
With my two ears, without delay, I will tune out.
With certainty, my tangled mind will be tossed about;
Especially when I recall those faithful, nightly summer breezes.
I don't like goodbyes. no matter how hard I try, it's never easy.
I doubt that you will ever be one who binds and holds,
one who refuses to let go, unable to release. Rather, I
sense that it is I who need to release and set me free.
By you I was embraced and captured by your graciousness.
But now, wherever our trees have fallen, we must let them lay.
However, from the depths of my soul I say, I will weep away.
090321PS
A local politico dropped by today,
To spread his vision along his way.
His view, to me, seemed a bit lacking.
I’ve seen his kind and results of their snacking
On what I’ve earned through time and work.
I’ve met only one who wasn’t a jerk,
So I shot him (with camera) and bid him farewell;
Where I left him behind I never will tell,
He shall not again be smearing this pane,
Nor did he ever feel his or my pain.
Girls dance on the sidewalk
spin
jump
in free performance
urban space of joy
in strokes of summer color
under a blue and white painted sky
restorative rays of heat
that melt away reserve
like a hill of chocolate fudge
Girls break the protocol of distance
sugared embraces
losing their grip in giggles
giddy, in full steam
fireworks
in the recesses of wide eyes
for school doesn't resume till September
Poem composed July 15, 2021
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