In the forgotten garden of my heart, you are the fresh flower that blooms,
A friend who lights my paths when storms caress my soul,
No matter how many winds blow, you are the unmovable rock in time,
Beside me always, like a lighthouse in an ocean troubled by dreams and shadows.
You know me in my deepest, most hidden depths, like an open book,
You support me through hells and lift me when the world extends its claw,
Remind me of my worth when doubt drowns my gaze,
You are the ray of light piercing the fog, guiding my steps toward dawn.
In a world where smiles are masks and friendships often fade,
You remain steadfast, loving me for who I truly am, without masks,
You are the one who knows every detail, the jokes, and shared dreams,
You have seen my brilliance and did not turn away when fear enveloped me.
Through laughter and tears, through challenges that come, steadfast as rocks,
I know I have someone who guards my path, wherever the wind may take me,
And when the years pass, and the world dances around us, ever-changing,
This friendship will remain a love that will always be true and pure.
Today I will smash the old computer and count the air between us,
I will burn the books for warmth, letting the ashes paint my glasses with memories,
and I will uproot the withered plant, sowing its seeds in the plastic flower,
a monument of memory without growth, an altar of silent stagnation.
I will walk the crowded road, speaking only to silence,
without exchanging a word with passing faces,
for the rules are heavy, and my silence, an unmovable mountain,
under the midday sun, I will seek my lost shadow,
trying to measure my height in absence, a phantom of light.
I will armor the poor, placing them in a ring,
rejoicing in the bloodied glory, a bath of triumph without splendor,
and I will be acutely lucid, proud of my diverted mind,
a mind that dances on the edge of reality, laughing at conventions.
In this lost horizon of thought, I find my balance,
in a world where absence becomes presence, and silence, a song without sound,
for in every absurd gesture, a new understanding is born,
and in every silent step, a world opens, full of magic and melancholy.
The Cornerstone is set
Unmovable It Must Be Love
The heart beats lungs breath
It Must Be Love
The eye sees--
visions of Liberty
It Must Be Love
Our Father gave up His only holy Son
Because He loves
Jesus Jehovah Jireh is LOVE
1/11/25
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.2025
The tongue has always power to exert,
acting, reacting and interacting
if not extreme introvert.
Function of tongue
is to voice your thoughts :
Whether you want to honour
or to make love or to console
somebody, even if like to abuse
someone, prompt way to use
power in your tongue.
You are free to use power of tongue
in a polite way or can be rough or tough
becoming arrogant.
You can utter syllables in humourous style.
It's upto your choice, how you will voice !
Tongue is in romantic mood to express love.
Tongue of political leader is ready
to impress audience.
Revengeful person uses tongue being cruel and crude.
Tremendous shock makes tongue unmovable.
The irresistible force removed the object
the unmovable slave trade always a profit
always forever a normalised project
so why would Britannia be willing to stop it
why would you pay just to give them away
purchase the product to cease without pay
for the sake of a debt that centuries stay
for no return no gain but to change the day
freedom is freedom through miracle alone
it came from nowhere and was the unknown
take it for granted and still those would own
how unlikely the ending that we have all known
One power, would be, one historically,
if not for Britain ruling the sea,
the way of the human, still slavery,
no other power ever set us free!
She laid there not disturbed in her stillness
The frame of her body she touched warm
She lie there physically asleep breathless
Her soul lives on hole in swaddled flown
She is stilled alive in the bosom of the Father
Forever present is instilled in the Father
She laid there not disturbed in her stillness
Unmovable unto me physically sleep breathless
Truest self alive with the Father INSTANTANEOUS
12/10/23
written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2023
She walked into a crowded room
Trying to find her seat
Finally, she saw her name
Occupied by a woman with hoofed feet
When she stated TRUTH
She was met with unmovable resistance
So she found a seat in the back
Where servants flow with assistance
...to LOVE
She was sad, at first
For the condescension and theft
If it wasn't for the attention of the HOST
She would have quietly left
Roses and a note of admiration
Thrilled her heart with assurance
That her seat is not among the famed
Nor with those who proudly purchased FIRE INSURANCE
Her seat is secure without threat
Because it is in the courtroom of GRACE
Where she stands in WORD
Before every oppositional face
...to LOVE
LOVE does NOT demand its on way
Written by Trudy Shcrader on 06-23-2023
Moorings anew are easy as thought,
Vessels tethered, fixed as weather,
By an anchor, a person, or an idea,
Sure to shore up evidence of defense, of itself.
With every wave, memory fades soft as morning fog,
Providing wet hiding and reinforcing ties,
Binding us together, on shores of security,
Like seamen seining a weir of our own making.
Forgetting respawns our willingness,
To be encircled again, within a radius of safety,
Ropes with a constricting reach, endless limitations,
As far away as the unmovable horizon in view.
Then we float into the final harbor,
Less grounded, ethereal anchorage more stable,
Rites of arrival unknown, moored in others still,
Slipping in, your past adrift, reborn under a new gable.
We Swooning Sparking Sparkling Fiery Fierce Lovers, By Davieo, David Rothchild
We Swooning Sparking Sparkling Fiery Fierce Lovers
When we were wholly as one true being complete
Long known birth names could not be recalled
A body was a sublime sky shaping unmovable mountain
Eyes were closed, translucent time faring glowing minds
Were lit with supernal love, diamond-sapphire happinesses
Kisses rained like golden rivers of sky posed painted joys
A love ocean deep rebalanced, memorialized empyrean emotions.
We Swooning Sparking Sparkling Fiery Fierce Lovers, By Davieo, David Rothchild
From the beginning through all of our ancient civilisations slavery was an aspect
Until the arise of the irresistible force which removed this unmovable object
For in 1066 the law of the land, the England, forbade the ownership of man
Blockades of the Union Jack’s command
And today in this freedom we all stand.
Authors Note: Because Britain went after the impossible and people have no idea it happened.
Author Dana Redricks
January 24, 2022
Life can be full of uncertainties, that's one thing we can count on. But no matter what life throws my way, I have decided to remain steadfast, and unmovable, rooted in the one person I can place my hopes in. I have decided to stand in what I believe, a faithful God who never fails. In Him, I have confidence. In this world there will be troubles, but in Yeshua' [Jesus'], we can place our hope. I will stand on God Yahweh's promises, they are what gets me through.
CHEERFUL WATERFALL
Firm sturdy stands stable mountain
Yet dynamism not uncertain.
Through chasm of rigid rocks falling fountain.
Static robust huge massive tall
Unmovable fixed stiff lone over all
yielding cheerful free frolic waterfall.
Mountain supported by soil hard rock
sheltering plants animals birds in flock.
Waterfall releasing wishes those locked.
Dull depressed days of sad morose mountain:
How to overcome or how to entertain ?
Running in rapture dancing in delight: Fountain.
11/24/21
You are the opposite of everything I am.
You are so unique; nothing like a carbon copy.
Unlike the average--the reason you complete me.
Unlike many without identity, you are happily you.
You are the meaning of, 'opposites attract each other'.
You are so set in your way, often stubbornly unmovable.
Unlike two positives or two negative terminals on a battery.
Unlike so many others, you are able, capable, and very stable.
You appear to be a woman of steel, permeated with a strong will.
You are predictable, with little variation; yet so full of suspense.
Unlike plastic, recyclables, or reusables; no rival; you are the real deal.
Unlike anyone I have ever met or known; you have no twin, I'm convinced.
You don't need circumstances, or people, or things to make you happy.
I perceive the happiness inside of you, infused, permeated with God's Love.
God sees that you are the clay, designed in heaven, and a God-made woman.
God was the potter who saw what he wanted in you, and made no mistake.
To my devoted wife,
Happy Birthday.
I love you.
090721PSCtest, A Poem To Your Spouse On His/Her Birthday,
Funom Makama. 8P
How can I have fear of shame
lies and theories haunt my name
mouths which think I have no brain
clouding minds a nasty stain
drained of good a subtle way
a reputation they portray
in their quest for selfish gain
a jealousy they can't contain
They allow the negative
as they let mystery live
explanations they then give
theories, lies through which they shift
none of which are positive
fronting their dishonest gift
believed as they are good at it
they spread the word I'd lost my mind
and this they claimed a long long time
as I stayed silent out of sight
and now people believe this lie
Truth be told I kicked them out
left one day and without doubt
didn't want those peeps about
felt no need to speak or shout
but now I do with all deceived
so long passed I'm not believed
their story with unmovable seed
vindication of why I leave
but everyone now thinks I'm mad
when I tell of treatment bad
it's treatment I just couldn't of had
manipulation wins... how sad
A couple standing looking,
Over water the horizon,
Glancing from the rocky beach,
The waves there with their eyes on.
Hand in hand while glancing,
As the water splashes round,
Seashells, sand and seaweed,
Scattered round them on the ground.
The sun’s begun its setting,
As towards the sky they glance,
The sky begins to darken,
Seaside puts them in a trance.
Then as the sun gets lower,
They see shadows on the sea,
Casting rays towards them,
As full night-time soon will be.
The sun replaced by moonlight,
As the evening is applied
They seem to be unmovable,
But have to face the tide.
They’re still there with their hands clasped,
And they won’t be moving yet,
The picture real, well painted
But they’re just a silhouette.
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