There's a light
I do not know it
But I feel it
All the more
There's no light
But it burns
And I feel it
Despite snuffing out
The glow before
When I met you, I was contaminated, my whole life was blurred, you brought vision into my life and helped me escape my prison.
Your my Queen, your my everything, and when I stumble and fall,I hear your voice whispering in my ear, I'm hear to pick you up, spread your wings, cause I'm devoted to our marriage, I love you, your my King.
Many words were spoken in the past, loathing inside of our emotions, and put together what's broken in our lives, but I truly believe you were chosen, to build a better me as a person.
Using the past as a lesson, and question every suggestion, because in this world, they can be angels or Satan's, to build or break our foundation.
Now that I'm writing from prison,promising us both a new vision, until the day we stop breathing, we will create a new definition of living, when when were dead asleep dreaming, we will meet again kissing and joking around reminiscing,
As I'm gazing into your eyes and caressing healing all the pain we suffered, but together, we fly like two birds through stormy weather's, your my soulmate, past, present and Forever.
I wish to inhabit a place where daisies flourish in golden fields, allowing me to create chains from my brown hair and roam freely amidst the delightful fragrance of summer days. I seek love from those whose support keeps me grounded, rather than experiencing the chill of isolation that weighs me down. I do not require a celestial home where the faces of departed loved ones linger. I simply desire the ability to experience genuine feelings on this Earth that are as tangible as the flowers nestled in my hair. If I am meant to run, then who is designated to pursue me? I would be at a loss to begin if I were to encounter a kindred spirit. I am in search of my rightful place. Even a dandelion can emerge through a crack to fulfill its purpose, demonstrating the beauty of a brave weed. Meanwhile, the girl with the daisy chains drifts along the breeze's path, directionless.
Through all of this noise
You came looking for me, and
Here we meet at last.
(2/25/24)
Date
when I met my soulmate
Fate
I know that one day I will soon cross paths with the one with all the silky soft moves of poetry in motion.
You will be better for me spiritually, mentally, or physically than any man-made drug or mystical potion.
I know that from just one touch from you, my senses escalate to irresistible surrender.
Her tender voice so sweet and subtle sends my soul soaring to wonderland with no hesitation or fear in defending her, representing her, or loving her.
Oh, Dear Robin, Keep Singing
Don’t fly away, little bird, stay near,
Your melodious song, a balm to my soul,
In your tender notes, my heart finds love,
A refuge from anxiety’s harsh toll.
Fly, O come, flutter through the open window,
Into the chamber of my soul,
With your song, hunt down the demons that linger,
Chase away the troubles that take their toll.
Fly, O settle on my soul, gentle creature,
For the human world seems shallow and hollow,
An emptiness masks their smiles, a facade,
Happiness departed long ago, they wallow.
When humans first set foot on this sacred earth,
They took away the magic of old,
Creativity’s tide washed away on distant shores,
Leaving passion adrift in stories untold.
Come and sing, before winter’s cruel snow,
Covers the land, and you seek distant shores,
Immigrate to new lands, as seasons flow,
Let your melody echo in my core.
Oh, Dear Robin, Keep Singing
Don’t fly away just yet,
Stay a while longer, my feathered friend,
Your song, a lifeline, I’ll never forget.
In a realm where boundaries blend,
The moon, it seems, has found a new abode.
No longer distant, aloof, or afar,
It lingers close, just next door,
Casting its silver orb upon her blue eyes.
Within her gaze, a mystic spell unfurls,
Passions released, like streams unbound.
I sip from the chalice of unleashed desires,
Drunk on the potion of fervent dreams,
As her shining eyes pierce the curtain of night.
Love, oh love, aglow with eternal light,
Radiates from the core of her being.
Her hand held firm within mine,
Becomes the vessel that carries forth
The tender echoes of our twisted souls.
I, a humble messenger of hearts,
Deliver to her my own, surrendered,
Laid bare upon the altar of vulnerability,
Trusting her to cradle it gently,
Nurturing its delicate beats with grace.
For in this realm where moonbeams dance,
And hearts align in celestial harmony,
She, the guardian of ethereal realms,
Accepts the offering with tenderness,
Binding our souls in the shade of love.
Dying flames by the hearth,
they know the secrets in my heart.
The warmth I feel as I fall asleep,
only the ashes are left to weep.
A storm from winter I invite,
the flames glowing brighter into the night.
I won't forget what I sought,
when the winter's cold was so flaming hot.
I held my breath in anticipation,
a moment met with great expectation.
Soon the flames were all smothered,
and I was burned like no other.
But I dare you sir to not remember,
the very first spark in that late December.
Though I'm older I feel the same,
The embers in my heart will forever remain.
I was only a drifter,
Was just going with the flow;
My life then had no meaning,
I didn’t know where to go.
Then fate brought us together,
It was the best of my days.
In you I found the reason--
I live to love you always.
Now, what’s to live without you,
I can’t even contemplate.
With you, I can’t ask for more
For your love is adequate.
I only live to love you;
We are each other’s soul mate.
So, Darling, come take may hand--
Hold it tight, don’t let it go
‘Coz I’m afraid that if you do,
My world would lose its rainbow.
And this to you I promise:
In all of life’s ups and downs,
To you I will be steadfast
Until Death claims us at last.
*This poem is inspired by the song of the same title.
April 6, 2023
Fairview, Baguio City
SOUL MATE-HELPMATE
Hope, heart, help
Co-helps in their spirit
Through God-Jesus
~
I yearn for her love
Thrives my soul
Invigorating
2/11/2023
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. ©2023
a Lune Poetry type
Your Love is like a bright golden lamp
Hard to get hard to hold but, beauty to mold
Worth fight for its lavish light
Of all the girls I have ever met
You are the one I can’t forget
For you are the perfect’s select
Because from the above
God created you as a perfect craft
For me to have an everlasting love!
Heavenly desire
Object of affection you are
Number one soul mate
Eyeful sweetheart
Your heart is my obsession
the Dream Epiphany that changed everything
One day I had a dream
An epiphany of sorts
That changed my life forever.
I fell asleep in a high school class
In Berkeley, California
And saw the most beautiful woman
In the world talking to me.
I yelled out
“Who are you?”
She merely smiled
With love blazing
From her jet-black eyes.
I knew that
I would met
And marry that girl.
It was his karmic fate
For I knew her
In my prior life
She was my eternal soul mate.
For eight years I had the dream
Joined the Peace Corps
To travel to Korea
Where I knew
She was waiting for me.
Then one day
When I had to leave
Abandoning my mad quest,
I had the last dream.
She said
“Don’t worry
We will meet soon”.
That night she walked
Off the bus
Into my life.
In one moment
I had an epiphany
Knowing that my life
Had changed forever.
We married six weeks later
And remained together
For over 40 years.
Every day I think
Of the dream epiphany
That changed my life.
Based on true story.
“This time I would catch that shooting star
before its fiery demise!” I loudly proclaimed.
Dispelling all doubt when it comes to wishes...and how a
majority perish like dreams upon awakening (dawn sometimes
not all that is cracked-up to be – forgetting light and dark
having both their treasures and defeats)
Like being alone
and lonely are not necessarily mutual. Many of us continue
to contrast evil and righteousness, using only eyes
and feelings~shades and colors easiest to see and clarify –
opting too readily for something we can taste, swirl in our mouths,
like good and bad kisses. But...back to that star,
as I held it in my eyes long after its parting –
as I gave it gleam, long after its brightest moment –
then gave it your name, realizing you a forever blazing
part of me....
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