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The Morning's Picturesque Beauty

I'm waking up and rubbing two blinded eyes,
The crispness of the sweet-scented air in whimpering July
Rapidly spreads by a benevolent wind that pleases,
It allows me to discover by intent a sublime reality,  
Which is the morning's picturesque beauty:
Does strong belief interfere with a sense of great friability?

Nature can be brutal or pleasant, and yet it can fascinate
Us, when it suddenly embraces each sense to compensate
For the discontent left by a dreamless and unrestful night;
What we hear amid those eerie shadows is the cry of a cricket!  

I distinctly revoke such repulsing and unenthralling nights
As I wash their macabre images off with cold, running water;
Is a better day coming, prompting actions that don't falter? 
Harm is done when pain is accepted and tomorrow frightens.  

In this morning's picturesque beauty, I could lose myself
And wish that dreaming vainly detaches me from grief,
not seeing any delusional mirage on the journey to happiness;
I've expelled the vile demons that made me spew lies!

Washed Away

The old pictures,
borders coiled like dried autumn blades,
give only glances.
A youthful laugh, unheard now,
a sun long set on that certain day.

I try to piece it together,
the scent of the salt air then,
the weight of a hand in mine.
But the details drop,
like sand through open fingers.

There are times, sharp and sudden,
a song on the radio, a particular shade of blue,
that spark a phantom voice.
But the full narrative,
it recedes.

It's as if a mild current
is often pulling,
repulsing the fine lines,
blending the vibrant colors
into something softer, less defined.

"Memories buried in the wavering wash of time,"
they are there, I know,
just down below, harder to touch.
Like old tokens at the bottom
of a changing, sunlit stream.

And perhaps that's the blessing,
the tender fading,
leaving only the essence,
the warm hum of what once was,
not the sharp pain of what's gone.

Divine Soul

In the dark opaque night across the space of silence, 
through the wasteland of my ravaged existence, 
I take the ordained journey forsaken,
but the track of travail across the illusive time I lose
in the gloomy labyrinth of torment.

Trudging at the edge of my tolerance I hear
the sane essence whisper this journey has no end.
In the uncertainty fold with the desolate soul in agony
I see the dismal sky crash down,
from hope’s debris I pray for the blessings of almighty.

At the fringe of the fleeting forlorn moment,
I see the new sun rise with the divine splendor
in the horizon of salvation of the inner sky.
As God’s golden rays of grace glow in dark abyss within,
the devout soul gleams with the heavenly grandeur.  

My prayer kindles the candle of God’s benevolence, 
in its halo I perceive His supreme power and presence,
repulsing from my revived life the miasma of misery. 
As I discover the new me I find the holy path ahead,
paved for my soul to reach nirvana and attain divinity.

Coy

coy
shy, skittish
inveigling, inviting, enticing
appeal, allure, impudent, impertinent
repelling, revolting, repulsing
cocky, cheeky
bold

My World of Darkness

Away with your joy, I don't want such a commodity.
For all I have lived, I've only known the dark, 
The gloomy, bitter and the bad.
They all say they want to be happy, 
They explain ecstasy, like explaining the taste of ambrosia
To a person who has never had the sense of taste
Just as the blind man can't think of colors nor miss the rainbow, 
I am alien to your warmth, brightness 
And sweetness and good
Don't bring me into your "paradise", 
For it will be my hell.
A prison of spring, scents, 
Flowers, sunrises and sunsets
Is repulsing enough.
For in my "hell" of darkness
Of emptiness and unexplained feelings
I am free, I dream of blank and it suffices me

Heart-

Heart
On that day my soul grew ventricular
Heart
And the feelings never pulsing
Just a blood start
The aloneness seemed happy repulsing
A defective Heart
Pumping clear blood turns to red
Hearts
Not longing beating I’m dead


3/13/2021
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2021©

Repulsing Corona

A-lcohol
R-ightfully
N-egates
E-pidemic
L-ink's

V-irus
E-ffectively
R-epulsing
C-orona
E-eriness'
L-ethally
E-xcruciating
S-trike

Topic: Birthday of Bro. Arnel Verceles (May 12) 
Form: Vertical Monocrostic

Repulsing Coronavirus

J-ust
O-bliterate
E-pidemic

A-ilment
R-epulsing
C-oronavirus
A-nd
N-asty
D-isease

Topic: Birthday of Joe Arcand (May 04) 
Form: Vertical Monocrostic

Knight In Silent Armor

clearly one hears clearly
in the silence of the mind
solitude does not preclude
relationships entwined

beauty's often mistaken 
by those without the key
perception’s combination
ultimately sets it free

defending fortifications
a knight quietly serves
repulsing suspect incursions
protecting treasured reserves

draw not your sword with anger
or revel in other's defeat
rather seek to conquer
standing on your feet

to a knight in silent armor
humility comes with honor

Earth's Revolutions

I believe great political
and psychological
and spiritual
and natural transitions
are places of deep learning
opportunity,
with concomitant risk;
responsible for co-opportunities
with authority for absorbing
and repulsing degenerative competing risks.

These great transitions,
like weddings
and births
and deaths
and elections
and changes from winter toward summer
are yin-death of one thing
into yang-birth of another,
a commencement into regenerate opportunity,
decomposing multilateral historical risks.

This great transitioning political season wheel
turns through psychological reasons,
trusts and distrusts,
circling revolutionary around
creolic nature-spirit stories
of creation
with concomitant decomposition,
Yang opportunity
with multilateral Yin risks of devolution
reversion
co-arising.

Within this Tao wheel of regenerativity
are great transitioning edges,
where evolutionary change
emerges more revolutionary noticed.

Great transitional edges
are landscapes
wherein climate double-boundaries
between death
and embryonic birth
grow transparently thin
and bilaterally spacetime translucent.

Imago Dei

If leaden skies above you, responsive
As brass, are mocking your anguish’d heart cries,
Repulsing all resolution efforts;
Your angels holiday, while Father God 
Seems distracted -- higher priorities
Eclipsing yours – Would this be the reason
You sit stranded on this park bench broken
Beside the path you once sojourn’d upon?
I know that He sent me to offer hope.
A savior I’m not, nor healing savant,
But a compassionate heart, listening
Ear, called alongside to steady your
Steps. Take my hand, walk with me, discover
His Invitatio to Gratia.

To Kristofer

The wind slithered through my skin
The ambient lights darker up top
My heartbeat pumping heat through your lungs
I’m shrieking, butterflies in chaos

It's 11 pm, cold mountains, city lights
We were above all, like how we should be
Conversations went from silly to earnest
Two inches closer, my yearning’s replete

While we’re playing the present
My mind ponders the future
No kidding, we are it
I live without blueprint, you came in an imprint

My love, my promise may be inkless
My pledge may not come in certificate
Assurances could be vague
Please don’t doubt, living is pointless if it’s you without.

These episodes of allure around us may fade
 But what we have, who we were, how we will be
Is visceral to the grave where I’ll lay with glee
Come what may, you and I will know no eerie.

For now, hold my hand and drive down steep
Feel the shivering breeze or taste my warmth
Hell may let go, but not I
My love is compelling, repulsing you the goodbye.

Immersed In Peaceful Thought

A beneficial mediation for the mind...
being immersed in peaceful thought,
seeing clouds drift towards sunset,
imagining places pristine and wild.


On a shining rock facing the breezy West,
I lay whispering what comes naturally...
to make a connection with the Almighty;
I praise His creations being laid down to rest.


Colors are lively images of the fading evening,
the slower the ruddy sun reaches the horizon,
the stronger the jasmines smell without repulsing...
picturesque valley, tarry much longer and glisten.


Feeling and looking happy and so serene inside,
I breathe in and out to let gladness overwhelm me...
looking in a certain direction with my glance of intensity
to connect with the spectacular planets that seem to glide.


Let this face glow without denying its deserved joy,
let my contemplation carry me to the ends of infinity
to bring back healing secrets Mankind never discovers...
see me immersed in peaceful thought among marigolds!

Gbomogbomo

Gbomogbomo {The Kidnappers}
  
   Most rebellious Mangroves limbs aloof
   Straddle the leprous ocean swamp,
   Here, no room for German bridge,
   And no passage for slippery marble tarmac;
   Clashes of mysterious legs on the steppping stones,
   In the repulsing reeking creeks, hide pearl big guns
   Aimlessly whip to drum ricocheting report;
   And hailed everlasting to shatter pater-familiar
   Bloody dripping flesh and blast scatter bones,
   To enrich the coral rough oil soil of bunkering.

Attempting Freedom

Free to be an owl-

Nightmarish clues at dawn-

The sunrise 'death distorting

A kind and lonely soul.


Free to kill for hunger

In moonlight's smiling poison.

The lasting dream re-occurring

A hummingbird in prison.


Free to be mysterious-

Lethal games with mice.

Repulsing limbs accusing

The need to throw the dice.


The blinds are shut forever,

Maternal instincts cry.

Free to kill the echo...

The bird will ever fly?

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