beautiful color-
-ful elegant butterfly
fluttering on by
~
visionary sports
shapen of that of a bow-tie
colors full range full
8/10/25
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.2025
The dark very deep
Many are afraid of it
Few find the courage
To navigate through it
Many were lost in it
Some died from the fear of it.
Some name it evil and more
The suffering and pains
Shame, hate and more
There's beauty in the dark
It shapen and strengthen
Many call's it magic
Base on their own awareness and actions.
Beautiful is the galaxy
At night without light
The stars, moon and more
Making the sky colorful
Giving birth to magic at dawn
Memories keep rewinding
Reminding you of last night gazing at the moon.
frozen harden hearts
soften by God's Holy Hands
mode me renew God
~
take this bitter cup
clear make new mine mindset heart
give me a new start
~
God renew mold and
shapen my harden heart so...
that I be revived
10/14/24
written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2024
I have a skin, brown tan melolin
Inside of me is water, energy
I have nodes from which buds are formed
I am shapeN like a football, a peanut, a fat lumpy carrot
I may develop sprouting, buds, green spots
I may be spoilage, not cause my parents giving me everything I ask
Interspersed in a tubular, vallecular
If for I am green growing out my sprouts
I am better off tossed out
Thrown away
What, Who am I
The one with many eyes, but no hands
Whom, am eye with eyes and spots
Inside me is water, starch and energy
Inside me ivory tan inside me
I am russet Burbank Shepody, Umatilla
What nation to I come from
What nationally am I
You see I am not human
But I human-to-see
I have many so love
the growing points so are potato tubers,
each with a little stem bud
the Red, White, Russet Oh’ how we love
begin to sprout, the growths those roots,
eyes, and bumps have a high
concentration of compounds see
I’m not human
I am a potato
Have mercy upon me O God sorry!
according to thy lovingkindness according
unto the multitude of thy tender mercies blot out my transgressions
Wash me thoroughly from my iniquity and cleanse me from my sin
For I acknowledge my transgression and my sin is ever before me
But my Lord against thee and thee only have I sinned
correct? and done this evil in your sight right that thy mightest be justified
when thou speaketh and be clear when you judgest me right?Well
I will make my statement clear this is my testimony Behold!
I was shapen in iniquity and in sin did my mother conceive me
Behold thou desirest truth in the inward parts and in the hidden part of me
thou shall make me to know wisdom make me to know joy and gladness
So I can create and you can create in me a clean heart O God and renew a right
spirit within me
Please!
My Nightlife Prayer before leaving my house every time
From ten years old to today a shared emotion
Created in the Truth.
My heart covered slush
I was naked before Him
And in all my making in this
He saw before me
My essence my trueness
My heart was open unto lewdness
My stain heart
Filthy is my heart
Yet in Him instilling His virtue
Into me I chose to receive
That which Is the righteous of Him
And in my nakedness
I'm surrounded by His pure virtue
My stain heart
Covered in my heart sins of thoughts
As I wash myself thorough
Within the blood of the Lamb
His cleansing nature substance me spiritually
I am not viral exceedingly chasing my sins
Those my sins now are washed away
In my stain heart
I am craving the righteousness
The pureness of His heart
Heart of His Son's spiritual blood flowing through my veins
I am coming forth submerged in the grace
And mercies of my Lord Jesus
Through my naked soul and spirit
I'm cleanse washed made whole in the name of Jesus
No longer worn nor bruised my harden heart soften
Tender and pure safe and secure I am renewed
In a new shapen unstained heart~
12/4/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2022(c)
Delighted feeling fontanel open,
petal by petal, displaying its hues,
love aligned, we sense nodes within shapen,
even as ignition within renews,
humming bliss magnetism becomes our muse.
Flow of soma nectar follows its course
as presence beholds, employing no force,
witnessing our dormant nodes come alive,
celebrating life entwined with the source,
vaporising thus, in our heart’s bliss hive.
10-November-2022
Let God’s touch shapen our impulse
All we do is allow
Bliss ensconced, lower mind repulse
Making our thoughts mellow
Desires cease, we’re at ease
Love does, as it does please
From fear, soul gets release
Trapped in the open
Let God’s touch shapen
12-November-2021
Quietus
Magnetic heat pulsates within
We look on in wonder
Caress divine upon our skin
Feel the soundless thunder
Hidden nadis open
Currents, our soul shapen
Bliss nectar partaken
Feeling upbeat
Magnetic heat
14-September-2021
Quietus
Such a dark view blackened
Midnight Dark scape viewed
Motion detected rackin
Colored screwed
Grays and black distracting
Oh beautiful caramel
You're awesome color do it in pale
Purple skined violets
Wavering dark chocolate
Sweet candied whispers
Confectionate dark chocolate
Thick plumb Rudy red lips
Shapen plum hips
Dark ship sails, to none avail
Black woman
5/28/21
Written by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
Ashes
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust…
How many times have we heard this?
on TV, in a play, in a movie…
Have you ever read it in the bible?
The very book of life!
He that made all things,
you, me and the trees,
is the true creator.
Sadly the high in chair,
stare into the dark willingly.
They are using You.
Those in the seat of power.
They speak Your precious word,
to bludgeon others into their own belief.
Not the truth at all,
But a miss-happen, miss-shapen, explosion,
of warped possibilities all gone wrong,
culminating in a virus that closed down,
the whole world!
Now we watch as our friends pass.
Now we take note,
if not too late;
that people are worth more than money,
that hurting others is a bad thing,
that killing unborn babies is a sin,
and murder is murder…
regardless of reason.
We need to bow are heads,
and know that our prayers…
are desperate.
This will pass, stay inside, God is real...
I LOVE YOU WITH MY- eYeS--
Frantically I spy;
Alas I love you from afar
I love you with my eyes
I love your heart, your soul, your mind;
It's heavenly;
I won't ever deny
All these they do rise
Your on my mind
I love you with my eyes;
A pottery glazed made of clay;
Fashion from God's own hand
Shapen to be a from of beauty
Breath into her beautiful soul her spirit
A love meant only for me
It's heavenly;
I won't ever deny
I love your heart, your soul, your mind
So beautiful your insides
I love you with my eyes
2/2/19
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EVER SO LOVELY
I look at you and my eyes smile
Your plumb lips suckulant crisp
Body framed liken an vintage hour glass
Again lips shapen like two strawberrys
Your mind intellect none comes second best
Fitm are your appendites plumb as grapefriut
Beautiful sweet-petite are your tainty feet
I rest my head the the small of your shoulder
The beauty of your mind hard to get over
Your hips run to and fro like a river creek
Men close their mouths when they look at you
Captured and frozen solid by the beauty of you
Skin carmel brown tender as baby skin
Hair dark brown auburn curly long
Just about when I check my vison
Legs as long and lovely as a gazelle
Running, running, ever so lovely
2/20/18
written by James Edward Lee Sr. 2018©
A duck slowly paddles across the still water,
Disturbing the reflection of brooding storm clouds
Above. The pond sits close to the top of the ridge;
Precisely round, there are no streams entering or
Leaving to explain its presence. Cold wind keens
Through the mis-shapen trees nearby; the thin sound
Is haunting, a threnody played by a distant piper.
A gust catches the loose board on a ruined farmhouse,
The sudden bang provoking a startled shiver.
Splashing rain against the cheek awakens dormant
Memories, and the landscape turns barren, a
Wasteland, the pond revealed as a smoking crater.
Vision clears. In the distance, a red poppy marks
Where the defiant piper fell, his lament for himself.
Oh! please, please, hear me, listen
See me, shackled to the dirt
Won't you loose these chains, that bind me
To a life, of pain and hurt
Sing me sweetly, to my slumber
In the darkness of the night
As my nightmares tear asunder
The resolve, left in my fight
Help me, hold it all-together
As the reins, slip from my hands
Tears of sorrow, wet the leather
Only You, Lord, understand
If You show me, what's before me
Will I fear the broken truth
Will a wave of hope, restore me
To the glory of my youth
Am I worthy, of a mention
As in awe, of You, I stand
Will you part my sea of sorrow
Smite my giants, with Your hand
All the rapture of the living
Lies, entombed, among the dead
The promise of the Gold to be
Lies sleeping, in the lead
As a candle, burning brightly
Is mis-shapen, over time
Will You hold me all- together
In Your tenderness divine
Though, I Thirst and I am Hungry
In a Soul, that's growing, cold
I'd not sell You, for their Silver
Nor, betray You, for their Gold
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