You must wear full robes and striped stocking when spelling she was told.
Sammie thought this was insane; but her advice people were anciently old.
She decided to practice disappearing spells in her P.J.s for fun and delight.
Was never seen again, said grandma, explaining her miserable plight.
They don’t want us to do spells in P.J.s, I told my sister rolling my eyes.
The next day, I tried it and came up missing. I guess this is no big surprise.
LOVE SHOULDN’T HURT UNLESS IN CHILDBIRTH
Love does not hurt
Only destine and sanction within child birth
Whom has it worst, it’s the wo-man, womb man
Of course…
Procreation brings forth children birth!
“He brought me to the banqueting house, and his banner over me was love.” (Song of Solomon 2:4)
3/17/26
Written by James Edward Lee Sr. 2026©
Of all I hear of wild Amazon lands,
Of terraces and quiet shores of Bali,
Of Rome, where past and present join their hands—
Unless both seen and known, they seem but folly.
Of Stoic, hedonist philosophies;
Tall structures rising behind scaffolding;
And emblematic, vast theosophies—
Unseen, they fall to heavy dust-gathering.
How might I feel within the quiet tomb-womb
Of Mother Earth, wrapped in the final dust?
From here, like a pure lotus, I shall bloom;
Unseen and known, how can I grow in trust?
Can soul-deep truth be reaped from glance and eye,
When boundless streams of unseen wonders sigh?
your chances of being attacked by a shark are three million to one
so dive into those dark waters,
confidently, and without fear
swim with happy abandon
Unless you are near the Indian Ocean
the great whites there dine on forty people annually
As adults when we look out on our world
and pain and sadness are all we see
we need only look upon our children
to restore our faith in humanity
And remember how children are accepting and generous…
how we see the kindness in their eyes
and how they know nothing of prejudice and hate…
unless we teach them otherwise.
Every tribe, a savior
That's why we have
Different religion
Every person, a choice
That's why everyone
Has who they endowed.
Every time or season
Someone is risen
Base on some reasons
To liberate his or her people
So they don't live in bondages
Suffering from past ancestral mistakes.
If you don't wake up
You'll always initiate
Break ups
Because some misunderstanding
Are made to make up
Without discord
Unless you're not fully involved.
Warnings came over and over and over again
To repent and come from all sins
It was ignored, until it was too late
The passing and non-repentance in the grave
Unknown, only Jesus above
If they repented on their last days at all
Jesus is the judge in this world
No Silver, Gold or even a Pearl
Can save you. You're being told
Be ready to enter into the Heaven Gate
Before it will be much too late.
***Please read: John 10:9.
sans memory
we suffer in descent
and celebrate our ascent
with recognition
awareness of our Self
all realms seem the same
the gunas three
yet shift like seasons
waking, dreaming and deep sleep
embodying turiya
turiyatita then the continuum
we are immanent and transcendent
I refuse to argue, squabble, shriek or shout
I will not hit, kick, pummel, punch or pout.
I keep my demons in, I never let them out
Unless my annoying cousin Willy is about.
We are facing a time is history that we have never been before, election year 2025.
Some may agree and some may not, that's an individual choice.
Negative and positive we face each and every day. Who do you trust, God or man?
As I was studying this morning, this Psalm came to my heart and mind:
Psalm 127:1-5 (ESV)
"Unless the Lord builds the house, those who build it labor in vain. Unless the Lord watches over the city, the watchman stays awake in vain. It is in vain that you rise up early and go late to rest, eating the bread of anxious toil; for He gives to His beloved asleep. Behold, children are a heritage from the LORD, the fruit of the womb a reward. Like arrows in the hand of a warrior are the children of one’s youth. Blessed is the man who fills his quiver with them! He shall not be put to shame when he speaks with his enemies in the gate."
Unless we feel bliss in our bones
How can we say it’s true
Save by smelling love’s pheromones
As blessings that accrue
Abandoning thought crutch
Imbibing truth by touch
We thank God very much
Life lacks appeal
Unless we feel
Today in my role as elementary school counselor
I am allowing the third graders all kinds of freedoms
It is easier than me teaching a counseling lesson
I hope the principal does not choose today to evaluate me
I am giving myself a break after taking two sick days
Slowly oozing myself into my role
Children are delighted
They are given eight choices
Any computer program approved by their teacher
I am their hero
All is well
Unless my supervisor steps in
Jealousy
Ego
Envy
Green Eyed Monster
All of these
Insecurities
And human malaise
Are and reside
Deep way down
Inside my
Black Tar Soul Heart
Unless I choose
To address them
With the exact same
Jealousy
Ego
Envy
&
Green Eyed Monster
I have come to expect and count on
From myself before
That pains me to my very core
Since I first transitioned from a
Boy to a man child
Unless I crave regret
Hope is not hopeless unless it's gone
Lost is not lost unless it's found
Where is the lightening
And there's no energy fire
I am deaf yet hear the sounds
Hope is not hopeless unless it's gone
Love is not love if you just say it
Hearts will not beat if the spirit vacated
Where is the peace in the minds of men
Humanities haters of liberties
I am blind and I can't see a thing
Hope is not hopeless unless it's gone
Lost is not lost unless it's found
Where is the lightening
And there's no energy fire
Singleness of man
Can only righteously stand
Only if he asks God to intervene
Small and Promises to connect,
all the dots of the heart to interject
Hope is not hopeless unless it's gone
I am deaf yet hear the sounds
I am blind and I can't see a thing
I am thought and can feel not
Trials and tests come and go lingers on
Hope is not hopeless unless it's gone
Hope is not hopeless unless it's gone
5/14/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2o23
Not happy to see a toothy fox teaching my history class.
I immediately made up an excuse and got a hall pass.
Principal said, “Do not worry unless he loosens his tie.”
Which he did three seconds ago, so now will we all die?
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