I celebrate all saints this summer's end,
Who help ward off evil ghost that contend...
Against peace, such BLUE wearer
In guise costumes like sharer
Who feels impact; their sacrilege ascend.
Happy Halloween Day!
amare tumi Ashesh
Unending a bliss from you in me , mystic thy muse is such a sweet amen
quenched once, rejuvenated again, life reborn, endeared , again and again
So many valleys en carved so many river basins, trailing through delta ashore
My knickknack harp chanted your lungs to breathe beyond embellishment
so many times a chord for so many more
Patsy a churn, i yearn here to happen with my shenanigan, feeling t'was unanimous once more
With your divine an ode My soul sharer , wisdom retold , my reverie heart song
as the flight soaring high through rythm , rhyme and the ecstasy divine joys knew no bound
a handful of me
my catapult reverie
tantrum of my another may, my mundane trivial everyday,
and the bittersweet trouble belongs to me, only traveling back to me.
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Behold the Good that is already there,
But! Give one’s nod,
In Thanking G-d the “Sharer!”
Because ‘tis truly odd,
To receive care,
Despite being a “Dud”,
Even naked & bare,
Without a merit “Mother Lode”,
“Thanks!” is song, a soulful “Aire”,
Keeping us “Solid!”,
If “Thanks!” be rare,
We take for granted, grow “Stolid”,
Breathe callous air,
Paying debts is a lid,
Which opens fare,
Ticket to Hearts 14 karat gold,
“Thanks!” Non-coexistent with despair,
Nor arrogance, nor a selfish “Id”,
Gratitude rain blossoms “Life Fertile!”
His lanky arms around her waist,
Grey orbs focuses its attention on her
The corners of his lips tilts just slightly upwards
She notices his legs are shaking
His hair sitting still,not messily
“My person” she thought...walking away
Remembering the speech of her womb sharer,
“Everyone has his person”
She sat on the cold surface of the counter top
With the whistling of the kettle in the corner
Arms around her knees in attempt to comfort herself,
She thinks
“What type of love exists here?”
She was quite cynical about it
Rebuking all pronouncements of love
Confusion and dislike reigned in her head
She felt lost.
Determined to find this “person”
Turning her neck slightly,
Her orbs come in contact with his
Flashbacks and thoughts flow in
She would miss him in her spare time.
Sharer of wisdom out of box
Builder of future on the rocks
Maker of paths of destiny
Loud voice of peace and harmony
Tamer of fate when it is wild
A heart that cares for every child
Outside their homes, he's like a ward
For their safety, he is a guard
He sways the rod when they are wrong
He lets them know it through his song
And so, their hearts will not go roam
His side can always be their home
He is a star, at times unseen
A bracing cast on silver screen
But in every flow of his spark
Young souls are pulled out of the dark
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Spirit of the living God, you come, you come;
As you are Father O' Lord God you come;
Spirit of yon' righteousness you come, you come come;
FATHER O' LORD GOD YOU COME-
Come holy love you love me solely Lord;
Father of mercies so God you come;
come on to me shine your light on me
Father of mercy O' Lord So COME;
Light bearer, burden sharer cleave to me;
O Lord Jesus receive me;
Bear mine burdens carry me encase me in your liberty
FATHER O' LORD GOD YOU COME-
Spirit of the living God, you come, you come;
As you are Father O' Lord God you come;
Spirit of yon' righteousness you come, you come come;
Come holy love you love me solely Lord;
Father of mercies so God you come;
come on to me shine your light on me
Father of mercy O' Lord So COME;
Come holy love you love me solely Lord;
Father of mercies so God you come;
come on to me shine your light on me
Father of mercy O' Lord So COME;
FATHER O' LORD GOD YOU COME-
08/16/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. ©
Cluster, clan, hanging bunch of grapes
- bustling collection children I dreamed
- Far from rationale, imagination run wild
- Adult life ridicules, idea is far less esteemed
When I babysat, pretended they were mine
- even the Asian one. Try to stop my stories!
- Wanted to be seen at sixteen as their mother
- Saw caregiving and fun sharer as ultimate glory
Perhaps a great majority of girls feel the same
- playing with dolls, structured, serious business
- But of course, options are much more enlightening
- High valued career compared to the longing within us
Being tied to a community, sweet trip indeed!
- commitment delivered, rewarded for decades
- Blink away your tears, perfection, I'm always here
- Each Mother knows her gratitude returned in spades
11th November
We torment our fellow sufferers
To please the sharer of the Rabbit
In the desperate hope
That our masquerading
Will warrant us a piece
Of the craved Meat!
Thankfully number two, she’s contented with it
Hides when the landlord comes around to feel smart with the game
Endless calculations and planning, giving unfaithfulness a honey taste
Master strategist in creating spare time no matter how little
In order to steal and passionately enjoy what she doesn’t deserve
Shares the comfort and heartbeat of another without any bother
Theft of the body and emotions, becoming another woman’s problem
Romance becomes raw, athletic with the flavours of adrenaline
Emotions may set it, then the pleasure gradually progresses, she
Sows immensely in trying to beat the actual owner
Seemingly to stop being the accessory, the sharer and the spare.
Fiery-red, milky-white, and burnt orange, am I
Circular-fools, neurotic halves, wise courters and sickle-slices shape me
Liquid-masses bow down to me
Extinguishing my counterpart, and transforming light into night
Visibility befalls me as I absorb the Sustainer-Of-All’s kisses
Ultimate-compass-of-guiding-light, am I
Obtainer-of-measures and recorder-of-essence am I
Chaos enlivens all awe-struck viewers while in my foolish-state
Shadows piece together my possession
A maternal-nurturer for, a fertility-bearer, and an enabler-of-harvest to all, am I
Sharer am I, with the Daughters-Of-Firmament’s-Darkness
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