A gift from God, using what's discarded is unshared.
Belém monks kept their ancient tart recipe secret.
Spun from eggs yolks that they once discarded.
Their heavenly baked tarts were so truly unique.
That the monks became rich, when their formula was sold.
Bakers down-under, now sell their own baked tartlets.
Made with a process they too will never reveal.
Curling yellow curds; they make their fame and fortune.
With a unique secret process only the family knows,
Passed down from father to son, in the old ways.
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 purged my heart, and there's nothing left
but sin it beats no more it's hard as a rock
Help me from within please, God
Come embrace me touch my pound of flesh
Reshape me and remove the calluses
Take me out of this paralysis
Engulf me with your spirit
Change me back make me a new being
Taking my sins away Father God
I need to be remade
3/15/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2022
Hard and all the thoughts Stone Cold is the soul
Heart made of Stone
a spirit of the human hard as bone
must be reshapened for the lot
this body needs remaking molded at any cost
a lot of hands of God to perform CPR
allow the hands of God to remove your flesh
kiss you once again make you living witness
remake you, rename you call then His child
for the body of humanity needs a change
a new birth a new name
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2022
I am an wretch undone;
I am unworthy, yet chosen;
Redeem by mercies grace;
And in heaven there's a space;
I have no business there, yet;
I am redeem, forgiven and bless;
I've been broken remade whole by MY GOD ABOVE!!
10/13/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2021©
Promises are my heart spoken;
Choices did I make I made
My soul asked my spirit that I pray today
Time has asked my mind memory
Have I forgotten the way
Intuitiveness I submit
Virtues gone away
And yes I'm a sinner
And yes I'm a sinner
And I have no business in heaven
But Jesus has paid the way
I am dirty stinking rotten flesh
And my Father God loves me nevertheless
He has made one way the only way
To clean me up today
I'm forgiven and forgave
I am renewed and remade
My Father God has paved the way
This I'm thankful for today
Yes I was a sinner
Yes I am a sinner
But at last now I am a winner
A remoted hump of clay
When Jesus blood I am now cleansed
I am whole again
God has made me over again in a new way
He's cleanse me up today
Hallelujah
Oh Glory
Hallelujah
He'll improve you
If you just come repent rejoice today
8/9/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
Your body holds remnants of my desire,
Like earth hides fossils of an extinct fire.
Your crinkled skin is a murmur of runes,
Marking a love-laced chamber now in ruins.
‘Tween hair and nape no sweet fragrances nest,
Nor butterflies your forlorn thighs caress.
But your wilting face doth mirror my own,
Whence yearning’s torrid gaze has duly flown.
Shall we lie down in lovers’ early grave,
Meekly forget all that we used to crave?
No! Let the days savage these weary husks,
Yet not blaspheme those eros-colored dusks.
Into your fallow flesh I shall burrow,
And my wizened hands kiss every hollow.
Your loins remember the siege of my lips,
Tattoos of rapture still hug waning hips.
Embers of departed lust l shall find,
Under your timid breasts like diamonds’ shine.
So let me limp into your carnal light,
Steal back our youth from the onset of night.
I'm walking alone down the road with no stone.People are here to try to make me
feel at home. I see right through they are not people, they are demons in my heart
keeping me evil. No one sees that i try to be me.I fight the good fight but it seems
to hurt me. I don't know why i feel so low, but its time to get up and join a new
show. Maybe ill join the ones less fortunate I hope I can lead them to rejoice it.
Now that you are gone from here
I am all alone my dear
The touch that had made me real
A ghost of that is all I feel
With cold unfeeling skin
You crafted me mannequin
I was perfect and supine
The mastery of your design
I ate the fables from your hand
That lay me down at your command
So now I sit here waiting, perfectly displayed
Looking out the glass window waiting to be remade
A piece of forever past
Sits the mannequin behind the glass.
Angels falling
From man's heaven onto man's land
This world is hell, blooming
And blood and fire, and roses
And wounds and pain, and love
And me, fighting again
Feathers swirling
Cut off from darkened wings, bleeding
Sliced and torn in an endless dive
Tears of life, crimson
Sometimes flying, mostly failing
From man's heaven onto man's land
Heaven in hell and hell in hell
Angels bleeding
The bliss of pain, cut me again
Wings I do not want
Bound to a fake sky
Chained to a cruel Earth
Hell everywhere, blooming
Reality, crash into it
And blood and fire, and roses
And wounds and pain, and both
And you, smiling maybe