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The Retake of Snow Queen
Gone! The boy is gone! This cannot be!
That little creature's presence makes me happy
Now the ice castle is already dark & empty
You, nasty girl, return the boy! Come back here!
Winds of four directions – Boreas, Notus, Eurus, Zephyr
Blow with might and bring back my dear!
Oh obedient gusts, don't let them go! Don't make me fail!
Accompany them my tornado, cyclone, storm & hail
Give out your full blast from head to tail
Oh how dare that detestable lass again is trying
To conjure her cheap sorcery for another shameless fighting
We will give her what she wants! I am craving!...
Craving to crush that petite parasite so bold
Who dared to fight & defeat my army so cold
Trespass my palace and snatch the boy I hold
Die Gerda! You're finished! Embrace your death in our final fight!
Face now my force in its fullest might
Witness the Retake of Snow Queen of my boy of delight!
-02/18/2015
(Dumarao)
*Opposite Endings Collection
Constantly pulled in multiple directions
Demands on me from everyone
Time fleeing not my own
Drained... I'm but a shadow of myself
Before I'm pushed right over the edge
Need to retake control of the reins
Take a long deep breath
Find the strength to be myself again
“Due to personal reasons, I will be continuing to be myself.” – Unknown
AP: 1st place 2026
When truth has no rhythm,
No one dares challenge axiom,
Or be subjected to criticism—
Not for others, cum narcissism.
When death has no pain,
No need to fear its reign,
Or beat around its chain,
For none will ever remain.
When fear has no trouble,
No harm in taking risk for double.
Wait patiently for it to bubble,
And if not, retake from the rubble.
When lie has no trick,
No need to worry, mic,
Over truth's daring click,
To uncover its coming kick.
When care has no effect,
No need to carefully detect
How doubt sets in defect—
Pretence leads to misdirect.
When joy has no impact,
No need for saddened act
To show sympathy can extract
What enthusiasm duly enact.
When laughter has no sense,
No need for reasoning defense;
Brain logically built to condense
Complex and abstract pretense.
When reality has no importance,
No need for illusionary stance
To bid change for another chance,
Despite life's threatened romance.
Once is never quite enough,
Once again feels more like trust.
Once more, close to sure—
Eat, has eaten, ate, will eat—
Breath itself repeats,
A ritual done compulsively,
Yet never fully satisfied.
Like tasting twice, the second time charms,
Knowledge grows through shifting views,
Education’s pulse is repetition’s arms.
Sometimes, a new truth breaks through,
But the next generation—
History rewritten, old made new.
To learn just once is perilous, my friend,
To keep vital truths alive,
Stay curious, hungry—for what you think you know,
It’s not fresh facts, but the rhythm that thrives.
From the corner of my eye, I catch a glimpse—
Not enough, I seek a retake,
To still the mind’s restless whispering.
At its core, the brain’s a tireless gossip,
Finding joy in repetition’s simple act,
Without it, a vacuum swells with doubt,
So we repeat—to anchor, to trust, to act.
Metaphors are of no use;
symbols but offer excuse,
attempting to cage the breeze,
putting our mind in deep freeze.
The thought of love is not love,
head and heart not hand in glove,
aloof in separation,
distanced from God’s creation.
To be in trance yet awake,
presence seeking no retake,
mood and mode embrace-release,
our bliss drenched soul flows with ease.
A connection endures,
As it's host surrenders,
To the possibilities,
An infinite world before thee.
A projected reality,
From 2 eyes i see,
A life created for me,
Stemming from the energy.
Purposely full,
Of adversity,
Diversity,
A University of knowledge.
Taking you over the edge,
Earning the wisdom,
To inspire a kingdom,
Of loving participants.
Aware of their dance,
There is a better chance,
To feel the romance,
Within their own experience.
A leap of Faith,
Most are afraid to take,
Fear of creating a wake,
A war, So much more.
For Heavens sake,
Whats it going to take,
For the levies to break,
And retake the world you create.
Stealing your thoughts
a crime of dispassion
the penalty fatal
my name stays unknown
A larcenous caper
whose felony looming
authorities chasing
though lost will they roam
Returning your musings
a word to each notion
attached and delivered
through eyes that retake
Enlightened resplendence
unfenced by Jehovah
no borrowers promise
— this thief ever makes
(The 1st Book Of Prayers: March, 2025)
I didn't go to school yesterday
Didn't feel like it
Absence makes the heart grow fonder, they say
Nobody was very fond
When I was absent from school with no good reason
Whoever "they" is...
You lied to me
My invasion
Retake the cake
Shifty snake
Answer the bell
Perpetually on the go
Around the edge
Of certainty’s glow
Burn marks you’ll see
Journey is stark
Through shadows deep
And fading sparks
The line is drawn
The path reclaimed
From fractured ground
I rise unchained
A connection endures,
As it's host surrenders,
To the possibilities,
An infinite world before thee.
A projected reality,
From 2 eyes i see,
A life created for me,
Stemming from the energy.
Purposely full,
Of adversity,
Diversity,
A University of knowledge.
Taking you over the edge,
Earning the wisdom,
To inspire a kingdom,
Of loving participants.
Aware of their dance,
There is a better chance,
To feel the romance,
Within their own experience.
A leap of Faith,
Most are afraid to take,
Fear of creating a wake,
A war, So much more.
For Heavens sake,
Whats it going to take,
For the levies to break,
And retake the world you create.
A mile and ahead to summit,
Can’t stop although I lack permit.
I am always so eager to admit ,
It matches my way and habit .
A game beyond any loss or profit,
I deny to quit and never retreat.
A script without retake and edit,
Confidence prevails and uplift.
Who said it to be undoable?
None here is infallible.
Resisting roughness makes it unreachable.
My soul says divinity is repeatable.
Natural obligations are traceable.
But can’t stop as journey seems to be remarkable.
Down the roads of pride
The street of greed
The path of wrath
The avenue of Envy
Transport causeway on the thruway
I'll pass the corridor of by pass on the superhigh
In the alleyway parkway of lust
Boulevard route artery thruway pass gluttony
Overfull interstate dual carriageway secondary road laneway
Run over by my expressway
I need deliverance
A second chance to drive
I'll meditate on you God
Stay on your pathway
Deny ungodliness cultivate you good be transparent
I shall renew retake my driver's test
I confession been misleading
Racing away slowly impeding my blessings
Now REPENTIVE, turned around learnt my lesson
I've stopped driving left, now I'm driving right
Off the Road of Pride
4/29/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2023©
taking a walk alone
at home i leave my phone
my purpose will not be defeated
my opinion in many minds have been deleted
so many things here for years i have missed
taking a walk alone and unplugged is what i insist
this is just my new journey in life
it is as rare as the thought of me with a wife
the views are so amazing to the visual touch
my choice to focus on electronic views caused me to miss quite much
the beauty of life nowadays is unknowingly ignored
my whole self has become so stagnant and lead me to become bored
the sound of the air and the feel of a breeze
is so unfimiliar to me that it knocks me to my knees
i will continue to take walks like these or just simply sit
all devices will be left to 'sleep' as i retake everything all in and recommit
OK, here's the take. Actually it was a steal. My roommate took my stash. I need to hash it out. Yet, it a deal already gone. Just like a three and half minute pop song. So here is a retake. Like a record production. Especially for me. So, it out and about. Not a shout out though. Not yet. More a block around and a new stash found. Like with the deal, there a hide for a now. Especially for a sit back. For a lay low. For a good blow. More like a intake. Yet, there's no application. Not yet. So, that's the short end of the stick. To be blunt, there's no blame game. Where my roomie has to hide. It's a no shamer. Yet, there’s a head's up Involved. A solve for today. Like behind a mexican hat on the wall. A hall pass for a stash. It's the best bet for a not yet. I feel legit. But my stash isn't. Not yet!
Did I really have years of experience?
or years of daily repeats. Repeats definitely
then I must indeed say
my confidence has suffered.
My experiences come with pain,
In my love life or my work experience.
As I get older, I think I am developing a more of
I don’t give a , what people think of me
And once again, that stupid question
About who will attend my funeral,
Who I have a big turnout etc.
Who cares, just buried me under
That old mahogany tree, my father planted
Years ago...It would be sheltered me from
From the harsh world, my final resting place,
Love, lost, and hardship, they say love can
Triumph over hardship of any intensity.
Lost it so finale, can really anybody accept they fate
Did you think my x , accept his death,
Do he aware that he left us, last
February, would he have returned in someone else body
To dupe me again, into a retake of his mishaps/his lost.
The ones who tell the best story
Is the most observant one, to the craft?
A river is a body of water
With lot of stories to tell
Sadness and happiness, that was cast upon me.
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