Transverse Poems

Pyramids Of Light

Open your heart to multi-dimensional reality 
for when it comes to the soul,  
                                 it is not about frugality

Dive into new possibilities and transverse 
into the abyss of new cosmic hope, 
               we are  beings of light, diverse !!!

Delicous Soup

Everything one says,
everything one writes
is a declaration of who
one is.  I put as much
effort into my comments
as I do into my poetry -- 
they also transverse the
electron world.  Missed
opportunity – Main-course
or a quick warmer-upper,
Soup is precious to my
table of wholesome Etiquette
and expression.

Old flame

In depth of memory, a glance lingers
A fleeting connection, a spark that flickers.
Eyes once locked in a shared universe,
Now a distant memory, a celestial transverse.

The shock of electricity that once courses through,
A jolt of recognition, a heart that was anew.
Has given way to the whisper of time,
A reminder of moment left behind.
The chat on my phone a digital echo,
Remind of the last seen 2 years ago.   
                                                                            ~Byeol

Vogon and Done It Now

shoulda ben rimes in timing, short of
I am bik meteor. a lit a bit of funning,
co lab adorashun with fella slurpers,
alfa betting by tossing in a bowl

or turning in a flying bed, as sheep
are worn out by leaps and counting,
running on sentences, perhaps
cross ref rencing guilty teens

and hanging dirty laundry
for all two see, hang ink on
lim or icks, as i transverse
the u and verse,

o go on u say and i shell
simmer in a pot, hoping
its the won of gold
but i dont want no

leper con and rain bow
or stoopid cupid to steal
my home in outer space,
so i scribble a crostic

Thought Forms

We live 
what the Spirit-mind
shapes and forms

that which
comes before
the chicken
and the egg

Soulful-creations -- 

think long enough
(knead, mold)
deep enough
adds ripple to 
a universe of 
transverse-realities -- 

Will is the Traveling-force

and Love

God's Blessed Purifier --

Creativity

The bible 
our pure poetry

Divine voice

art -- gallery imagery 
Father’s expanding palettes of time
space infinite – 

shadows of unframed
formless canvas -- man's freedom 
to light, shape, transverse supernal grace,

we, alone, limit speed
and trajectory

bridging dark gaps, colors
dappled, dropped and splashed
faith will make mix, both consciously 
and intuitively apply:

heaping our scrapers and brushes,
the chill of the chalkboard screech
the joy of the slip and slide
the rankle of arms and hands figuring
otherwise meaningless medium

Creativity man's Adam

ligaments of my elastic being
dutifully, lovingly allowing stretch
for explore

sinewy constructs for
mental lift and taut endurance,

the unshakable frame that
holds all upright, and
makes daily challenges
superbly sculptable, while
retaining elasticity -- 

God let’s be

and we decide
if when and what…?

His unseen hand 
yet in the flaming attributes….

Time

“Time is money”
“Time heals all wounds”
“Time is what you make of it”

Truth, somewhere in the ticking
corridors we daily and nightly
transverse (Poe said brightly
and dimly dreaming) -- ticking echoes of
walls man does not see beyond
without visual aids of Faith...death 
the sign of exit.  

Time is a game of Hide-n-Seek.

Life may not be the only conscious
player….

Unbridgeable Chasm

A brilliant sky - a hopeful day and night
But broods and churns, the haunt of beast and plight.
No kneading dough nor kneeling praise nor shout -
Before the cross was laid, there’s no way out.

The stretch between heaven and hell, no game.
A farmer or preacher could not stake claim.
With deep bruises, blood-red, the chasm has clout.
Before the cross was laid, there’s no way out.

Unsettling spores, the slithering…it’s war.
Get used to whip of snow and sun…its roar.
The walking dead transverse the sea of doubt.
Before the cross was laid, there’s no way out.

Ferocious waves, an unlit path with rocks.
A flaming sword, wrath of cherubim-locks.
Eternity without a save - sealed route.
Before the cross was laid, there’s no way out.

Meeting the Masters

Years ago, I had a dream that was reoccurring time after time when I was young.
Deep in Outerspace I find myself floating in my bed along with the stars and no need of an Aqua-Lung.
My bed draped in white as were my robes, lying there amidst beings of light.
I felt at ease as they loomed around my in human form but with luminous dazzling brilliants that pierced the night.

Later on in my adult life, after reading Secrets of the Universe, I had an out of body experience and again, met these Beings of Light, then realizing there was much more than four dimensions.
This I believe had been preordained, just part of my journey, my training, an elevation to new vibrations, part of my ascension.
How exciting to be in the midst of extraordinary light beings who transverse many wonderful realms and various exquisite places.
Realizing and embracing with ancient times, relatives and roots, constantly reminding me that I am light without birth, coalesced in tremendous flesh and continue on only with God's graces.

No Guarantee

There is no guarantee
when it comes to the 
heart...

though love released with
sincere eternity – our carriers,
though Homers of loyal wings
transverse a sky of hawks

There is no guarantee
when it comes to matters
of interpersonal love – only God knows
man's truest beats – for the mortal heart
is an aggressor
while also retreats

Love, indeed!~ is a campaign of sorts

armies of feelings going forth

entrenchment on both sides

love often hides

while never a victory without
two fond surrenders

Tranquil Birds

They take tiny steady steps,
Harmless little creatures,
Unperturbed in their countenance,
Peaceful in their gathering,
They hop flapping their wings,
Celebrating one another,
Making joyful felicitations, 
Who will these amiable creatures harm?
Or who would want to do them any harm?
For they gladden the heart,
They bring sunshine to gloomy moments,
They soon take flight,
They transverse the sky.




September 27, 2022.

Borderlands Ii

the forest is silent and deep 
we transverse the seasons of sleep 
the depth of unknown regions 
in our collective darkest past 
silent and deep dark as a well vast
setting out for the outer borders 
we wonder watching the fires 
of cities consume the night alone 
I drift in the sea of infinity 
some of what is and what will be 
washed in all indigo and unknown 
as we dwell in the deepest of sleep 
hiding within our collective past 
watching the forest for the trees 
feeling the rushing past in plain sight
into the outer borders 
we watch the fires of cities rise 
on the horizons 
lost into the distance alone in the infinite 
some of what is and what will be 
found in future plans as the forest 
is silent deep for the trees
    silent, deep 
                  into the borderlands!

Travel Far Far Away

Man like to travel
From one corner to another corner of the earth 
Transverse the longitudes and the latitudes
Similar to an ant
Wondering when can he finish the mission
But 
He may travel in books, in movies 
By internet, by study ecchange plan
By communicating with people from other parts of the world
With reading
Man even travei in history and space

Let Peace Be Still-

Something has hollowed her will for heart
She has swallowed a distant spark
Clothing despair she's breathing foul air

Let peace be still

Walking through barefoot on thorns and bristles
Standing in dominantly still in her sins past decisions
He wrote it in her mind set dawning past tense

Let peace be still

Transverse misgivings pass post wrong decisions
Some things crawling on your skin you're full of misgiving
Temperature rises Spirit full of surprises

Let peace be still

When you find it you're negative self you're dealing with
And you allow fake Satan's thoughts to have you distraught
When the world around you is in chaos
When your body's at war with you and your stomach  in knots

Get off your high horse release you your truth
And let peace
Let peace be still



10/23/21
Written by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021

From Vanity To Christ

This long or short grotesque shadowy path, 
this dreadful sorrowing sojourn through the vale, 
this burden of ceaseless hope banished at the instance
This thing we called Life, puny bay leaf of time.  
marooned by rigours from birth, 
sentences of windy chase, 
asperity and exertion as attendances. 
the quest for known yet  unknown.
the rat-race for passing filth, 
where dirt conquers dirt for dominance
Pride garbed in many forms
Multitudes Journeying on paths of obscurity 
Even Solomon searched in vain,
so did i till i reach the precipice.
When in troubadour i transverse through the dreary path,
I heard of King Jesus.   
I looked up the hill  Calvary, 
the fountain from the Pierced side flowing free,
He bade my anxious soul to His rest.
I fled, still fleeing from aimless and empty toils 
to Christ the King of mercy. 
with eye set on His Light he leads through Jordan vale, 
The Risen king gives me hope.
And this for me is more than gold

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