Silence originated a scent-
But it fades up-tempo
When real strength walks in.
One move like victory in rise and fall
Steps thumping the ground like a warning,
Revising the mandates with every swagger.
One spray courage like a crown-
Radiant, lucid powerful enough to shift the
Leeway.
Every inhale is affirming space, crisp enough
To make the horizon rise with one.
Silence be funky sporadically-
Truth incarcerated too long in the lightness,
Soone step in, unshaken, untwisted,
Unequivocal.
One deodorize the Silence with one's voice-
Velvet thunder, golden fragments and
Triumphant enough to change the gust of air.
There’s a point we reach in our life when we realize
the unequivocal truth that ‘less is more’.
We then understand the freedom
of less attachments, less commitments, less obligations,
and less of all that is not truly important to us.
That moment is truly liberating.
It's when we actually begin to follow our heart
and dismiss all that is trivial to us.
Sometimes the sun on the nape of our neck
is all we need to be perfectly happy.
AP: 2nd place 2026
an ocean to compel my summer night
I need to be here
there in this dimension
an unequivocal force to move me
I am shaking
this is compelling
this particular universe is not quite multidimensional but here we are
his universe
he is
he is forceful
and I need his poetry with spoiled endings
and I need his love
this love - "rigged symmetry"
I'm nervous
this is nerve-racking
this memory of an ordinary summer night makes me nervous
and makes me need him
I am frightened
I need him
I need his heart
as cold as December
I need last December
I need his ocean
I'm in the Pursuit of Peace;
Elohim my Father's release;
I have a right to live;
Humanity mainly takes not give;
I live because of God in Christ;
Fundamental choices our rights;
Regardless of my race, sex, nationality;
Basic formidable fundamentally;
Freedoms to have my own spot on Earth;
No man deems my worth;
Equally to everyone protected;
From unequivocal mistreatment;
No matter who you are,
We are all children of God
Good or bad, rich, poor choices;
Are to be pleasured diverse verses;
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Direct choices, divine grace surely hails;
Human rights and pursuit of peace avails;
A whimsical melody.
Or a ghostly one. It's always one.
On a hill. In the woodlands. Among
Oaks and birch trees wind
Twinkles in between layers of
The moment.
Moment - seems like something
Unequivocal
Yet the truth of it can never be fully
grasped. I get lost in the
Labirynths of understanding to find only
Misunderstandings. The rare clarity.
What makes a moment:
Colours, textures, scents, sounds
A world within or beyond
Me?
My mind. My past. My understanding of the past.
My sure
misunderstanding of the past. And the fact
That perhaps I just said 'I love you' or simply
'shall we grab a coffe'.
Or when I say nothing at all.
The Now
With infinite potentials.
Like a piece of clay I yet need to dare
To grasp. I think I need more courage.
Then I see that the next moment
comes to me
regardless.
30.08.25
BUILDING BLOCK
Temporal they are higher power,
unveiled to me who are temporary obstacle
that's temporal derailing me for abating power
If this be meant to be compliance unequivocal
God has the triumphant power
Always to turn around man's power
For humanity strong tower
Will fall
When El Shaddai calls
Governmental bricks will fall
6/11/25
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.2025
Such a harsh gelid sprechgesang
filled with such soprano snowflakes
bitter whistling but so very beautiful
melodies change with the temperature
emotions fall and form a blizzard
the wind’s echo is never too sharp
a masque for a glittery wonderland
eyelashes made electric with silver
backup singers for an icy smile
knives sharpen themselves on the air
putting an end to the reticence
seasonal recluse finally set free
that first scent sparks out of control
swerving all over on black ice
lips on fire at the thought of danger
flushed with the breath of condensation
the stutters and chatters have eased
wrapped in this quilted blanket
an unequivocal need to cover up
Sprechgesang, so hard and gelid
Flourescent shimmering stain
Purposeful muddied water touch
A multifaceted kissed fabric soaks through
Bleed up the lines towards the heart
Yellow, orange and eventually bursting red
Stretch, higher and higher
Talking to myself again
A sadness unique to now
A deserved solitude
Unequivocal
Shared ringing under lonelinesses umbrella
Rifts bred of lonely invitations
Tastes of iron and limitations
ringing down the boulevard
Soldiers drop
Fickle relationships feel alive
Turmoil predestined for failure
An injured excitement
Permission for freedom
Like a dog off leash
A finite social comfort
A floral dread trickles down
Hungry separation drives
A division in the night
That could, toss it out
Allow its definition
Whats with inevitability
Its all a lode
Talking to myself again
A sadness unique to who
A deserved solitude
Unequivocal
Shared ringing under lonelinesses umbrella
Rip out my intestines
Dont need them
The worst comes right out of me
Spending life up
But its a good deal with you
As a figure in history and legend, she is mythic
but was regarded as parasitic and horrific.
She was demonized and dehumanized;
a woman so fiery,
known for notoriety and impropriety;
a mistress of seduction,
corruption and obstruction,
haughtiness and ungodliness.
Banished for not obeying Adam,
she embodied the fears of man:
a symbol of emasculation,
a primordial she-demon.
There is another side to her story.
Perhaps she deserves to be covered in glory.
She was strong and independent
and while facing resentment
for not being subservient,
she was unrepentant.
For many women, she is transcendent;
a figure so mythical
for feminine strength, she is the pinnacle,
her assertiveness: unequivocal.
Her name means "belonging to the night",
but she may be the brightest light
because - her admirers make no apology -
she represents equality.
"Have unassailable faith and belief in yourself and
unassailable power to endure all your hardships."
Quote _ Unknown
never let yourself be bullied
never be a quiet victim
only your definition of yourself matters
have the courage to stand alone
let unassailable purity be your strength
you define your self worth
in this life there are nasty folks
people with darkness in their soul
evil has taken control of their minds and words
let unassailable purity be your strength
they want to hurt
they want you to respond
do not be open to attack
and always, always talk the truth
let unassailable purity be your strength
and let your thoughts be pure and unequivocal
do no harm at all in this world
be true to your values
Born feline and left forever free to run;
Try but they’ll never be domesticated;
Feral life filled with unequivocal absolution.
Gentleman
thoughtful honest
funny encouraging decent
sensible practical plausible durable
unequivocal noble polemic
principled studious
Champion
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Sponsored by: Caren Krutsinger
01/15/23
You were the man who reached the summit of chess
This was a mammoth task
I appreciate the fact that you played chess without a mask!
Your work ethic is something to admire
As a chess player, you were really on fire
You studied the games and
Understood the names in chess history!
Bobby Fischer
A man of courage
Who sparked a flame with the Russian players
But nothing could stop your purpose!
I filter your ambition and realize
The passion that should be reflected with any talent!
The beauty of the game in the 1972 world chess championship
Showed us that your level of creativity was timed to perfection
You set the scene; at times you were mean but
Your work ethic in chess was unequivocal and
Even though you were vocal about your own country
It does not diminish the impact you had on so many chess players!
Bobby Fischer
A man of courage who
Sparked a flame in life!
Your work ethic in chess will remain as a pathway
To show us what we should do with our own talents!
Mark Frank
Copyright 2022
As one keeps traveling,
One keeps marveling;
Little cause to be sniveling,
Still less to be driveling
For the stupendous much one had seen;
Not anymore The Horn “Unequivocal Green.”
Yes, for having met with a lot,
For the most part encountering the hot,
Naturally mocking what one had got.
A richness that from the eyes draws mist,
Childish stuff ones previous treasured list
And, I swear, jotters of some journalist.
Such traveler, though, keeps ageing,
His system wordlessly raging,
As it continues to seem a Methuselah’s
Or like A Drunk’s often in cellars.
Who could escape seeming weather-beaten
And the unluckier traveler rust-eaten?
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