To disrobe the lion’s ego,
would be to destroy a charismatic higher light
dethrone a regal rightous dominance
denounce a fierce protective energy
with pride of a warrior, never repudiate royalty
forswear fealty is to renounce a king of truth
whilst in his den, uncloaked he and his lioness
of regal virtue, love eternal and loyalty
when you engage with ultimate hierarchy,
roars of authority warn and ward risk taking rivals
with gifted instincts, a supreme stubborn strength
and a keen bond and respect for his own
an affectionate and generous warmth
confident yet cautious in their garden of Eden
defeatist disrobes the ego, only when defeated
deep within the soul, we yearn for substance
a spiritual substance sustaining us
the creature sustains as messenger
deeper significance beyond physical form
depicting qualities from the universe
butterflies symbolize transformation,
the turtle patience, the elephant a mighty sooth,
the lion links divine wisdom and perceives truth
Kamca you are so beautiful. I see you and everything is paradise. for me you are perfection
I love you Kami. Today is Jesus Second Birthday.
Thank you for always being a rock in my life.
When I lost my dad right after I had lost your friendship it was like I was so lost
Jesus you are always with me
I have you Photo Lord on my Xbox and my Facebook account
Jesus you created her Kami and with her you have made perfection in my eyes
I know to the world she is not perfection but when I see her Lord I see you in her eyes
Kami your newest photo with your dad you look even more beautiful than I ever imagined a human could look. You look supernaturally beautiful to me.
when I was hanging out with Jesus recently he gave me so much peace. can you imagine Lord Jesus hanging out with me in my dreams I am just Patrick from Chicago you know.
I Love you Kami, I love you Jesus, I love everyone in Kami's world. Please Jesus bless us all forgive us all especially Bless Kami and her family and everyone she loves forever amen.
Just like a fan or bystander
In bleachers only to gander
We see D.T. cheat
And try to accrete
House box seats through gerrymander
Ruler
One of my rulers warns me when
I’m about to
feel cold and
dark.
Steel Ruler
My steel ruler, Mr I Will
Toy With Your
Affections, passed away
last Wednesday. The doctor said it was a
severe, sudden disease that
was going around that got her. At her funeral in
the backyard I sung to
her her favourite vowels i and v, then I
confessed for her to be the
Cheese Stick snatcher. My stationary wept, then I
supervised, judged, a
celebration adagio that was
secretly a
competition. Of course, the ones whom didn’t move
slowly were
automatically OUT! And the winner was:
Mr Hole Puncher. No prize was given. Who placed
2nd? Well, in
my mind there’s
no 2nd.
Neglect
Redirect
Truculent nature
Bellicose danger
Imperfect
Stranger
(How) could you?
You are so quiet,
Your appetite doesn't clash with your sight,
Your wisdom doesn't match your boredom,
It is no longer your freedom.
Your absolutism is the snowball,
Your cross is searching for the remedy for your downfall,
The curse will be broken sooner,
The new life will be greener.
This life is nothing but built on your fragile memories,
Frailty peeps into the stiff tweets.
To live is to bear a double-edged sword,
To die is to fulfil the prophecy of the unknown Lord.
You are never nothing,
To predict your intent is always thought-provoking.
Words cannot always tell the tale,
Because words are flaccid.
For your mistakes to be undone,
For your profanity to be cleaned,
In between the vivid lines,
I will wait for your redemption,
And will look for you in your false solitude.
I will destroy man
or
Man will destroy me
Oh, Annointed Ome, crowned this day,
Whose beauty lights up the sky;
Take over please as ruler now
Before we elders die.
We leave you all this Planet and
Dark Universe beyond;
Your word will travel far and wide,
Like ripples on a pond.
Our generation tires now,
The baton we pass on;
Please take it and run swiftly, for
The human-race ... goes on.
Princess Pig was the ultimate ruler.
Wise and savvy, no one could fool her.
Intelligence came out of her left brain.
Being brilliant, she could barely refrain.
Princess Pig walked tall in her rose colored sty.
If you had asked us, we could all have said why.
Maybe it’s her confidence, said a young pig
Or her dancing prowess, she twists a mean jig.
She is one of a kind, they said down in the lot.
The wisest of sow rulers, and not easily bought.
Princess Pig is a wise and kind empathetic queen.
And she rules with kindness and love, without being mean.
I am Sheberra, the Ruler of Christmas Town of Swiss Miss lore.
Overlooking the decorating that will begin at six minutes past four.
My subjects are getting off work early to begin satisfying me.
Some of the suck-ups may begin as early as a quarter past three.
It is two forty-six now, so I am high on my queen’s view ledge.
I can see some of the spies hiding under bridges; one is under a hedge
Christmas Town will be beautiful decorated to its height by tonight.
It will be a gorgeous, awesome, curiously terrific bright sight.
Some of my subjects will climb up here trying to coax me down.
They are not my regulars, rather new to merry ole’ Christmas Town.
The ones who know me, have already left gifts at my door.
Salmon sandwiches, tuna casserole, catfish cotton candy and more.
I will be haughty and dainty, and let them wonder and think.
My husband knows me better, I shall give him a wink.
We will be the Santa and Queen Sheberra of Christmas Town.
I can smell those delectable dishes calling, so now I climb down.
It steals silently in the dark night,
wrapping your mind into its arms,
telling tales of your majesty,
enhancing stories of your many charms.
Soon you feel on top of the world.
Nothing can get in your way.
Everything's perfect: you made it so.
You, the ruler of all your survey.
Money has suddenly grown on trees.
You talk ceaselessly, not eat a bite.
You ride along on the mania trip
where everything seems to excite.
Your opposite is depth of depression.
Ennui invades everything now.
You've come down with a terrible sadness;
the weight of the world furrows your brow.
Sleep becomes your only refuge.
About your dreams, one hasn't a clue.
When roused from sleep, you stare at TV,
and stare at the ceiling long periods, too.
This is the roller coaster of your life,
a ride one would not willingly take.
The ups very high, the downs very low,
the mediums you must forsake.
For those caretakers with a loved one
afflicted with this terrible assault:
you ride up and down on waves of their mind
because you realize no one is at fault.
How to write about such a thing?
Stalin in his vacation train
across Ukraine to Sochi-
Eating and drinking,
full, talkative.
A smoke or two.
A nap.
And the children in the barracks
wanting only to die outside in the air,
brother clutching sister,
Sister sister.
Bread,
and then nothing.
Oysters, salmon, pork loin,
Steamed vegetables-wine.
He ate what they could not
imagine in a dream.
They dreamed of dying with the clouds.
He of wheat harvested
by skeletons.
Imagine a topsy turvy upset
Where humans were pets
President Jack Russell in talks
With terriers from york
Debating about pest control
Keeping humans in control
Women kept for breading and tame
Men kept for hunting and games
Imagine the chaos if dogs ruled
Who'd stop them being cruel
Locking humans in the garden
Barking and beating hard men
Would they prepare the food?
And clean up the poop?
Would dogs walk on two legs?
And humans use all four instead?
Defining humans into pedigrees
A caged human? Set it free
Lassie would be a heart throb
Wellards the highest payed dog
Workin for the BBC company
Barking beyond companionity
Bathrooms wouldn't be invented
Forests for public conveniences
Politics would still be as bad
Even Jack Russells barking mad
Arguing about the price of meat
From butcher dogs superleads
The largest franchise dog bone
Lots of treats to take home
Second place home barkings
Where they get pets bargains
German shepherds policing the street
As the other breeds are too weak
If the topsy turvy world was true
Not differ much from our rule
I think it would be less confusing
As the dogs life is more amusing
Purple Ruler
I am violet
Royalty be mine inclined
Kingdom surface reigns
10/12/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©
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