The Mind—misplaces common Roads—
Yet finds a Secret Way—
Where others walk in measured Steps—
It wanders—into Day—
A Thought—too bright—for narrow Rooms—
Breaks quietly the Frame—
And in its Fracture—builds a World—
Untitled—yet the Same—
The Clock—refuses such a Brain—
Its Hours—will not confine—
For Time—becomes a pliant Thread—
Wound loosely—through Design—
The Crowd—may name it “Elsewhere”—still—
Or whisper—“Not as We”—
Yet Stars—are but Divergent Fires—
That keep Infinity—
So let the Mind—unfettered—move—
Uncharted—unapproved—
For every Soul—misunderstood—
Holds Truth—yet unproved—
by heart approved, ego removed
God consciousness alone remains
as absolute truth to mind unproved
which trauma bonds with fear-form chains
oneness is our natural state
found not in mind but in the heart
time stretched peace that does not abate
where we feel bliss ignition start
silence is the way we atone
nonchalant to dance of dream forms
watching bliss mists consciousness hone
in perfect stillness through life’s storms
Intelligence
a number …
never a word
The writer
a halfwit
till viscerally heard
Tomato
tomatto
the pudding unproved
Empirical
nonsense
— the spirit unmoved
(Dreamsleep: January, 2024)
If your heart
stops
Does consciousness
die
What life
connected
Can
death untie
Forever
a concept
As still
unproved
No one
to comment
Who’s left
—the room
(Dreamsleep: December, 2023)
Is something unphysical
in charge of this world
That lines every moment,
unseen and unfurled
Scientists say NO,
breathing fire as they shout
What is it then
that scatters atoms about
Darwin had his theory,
well accepted—unproved
That things change themselves
on condition and mood
But somewhere deep
in the backs of our minds
A notion lay hidden,
firmly placed to remind
This proof we so revel in,
whose truth we revere
Has constantly changed
since the dinosaurs were here
So try to stay open
as new data evolves
Remembering the axioms
it now must resolve
And tune in to something,
not burdened by facts
The rock of all ages
—still blindly intact
(Radnor Pennsylvania: October, 2020)
Boros Trump? Donald Johnson? I'm confused!
Which is which, hair's similar, philosophy's unproved
Is this a new trend?
How will it end?
Will these ducktators join forces, it leaves me bemused
What is the difference
between a fact and the truth
One limited in time,
the other free and unproved
Language and formula,
the great deceivers abound
As the light burns inside us
—our hearts to impound
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)
They circled her with flowers
They prodded her with knives
Because of unproved powers
Jealousy of their wives
Judged by every man
For doing nothing wrong
Stories tell the tale
Of every witches song
Children voiced the threat
A verbal open lie
The accused hadn’t a chance
Confess and simply die
Crushed and stoned
And sometimes burned
No proof for punishment
No lesson learned
A hopeless sad life
Their names carved in Stone
Ashes swept away
Where once hair and bone
Ol’ Suzy
Remember ol’ Suzy Jackson?
That girl was a boat load of fun.
Kissing behind the shed,
till our faces were red,
and we knew we had found the one.
I thought I’d lost her when she moved;
leaving my love for her unproved.
But, I found her again;
and I asked for her hand.
Now my lonely heart has been soothed.
for the Whisper Sweet Nothings contest. 11/17/2017
Verse 1.
I know;
A place to go;
I know you want to be happy, happy, happy;
I know;
You've been disappointed;
Unproved misused and aborted;
Chorus
all you ever wanted to be
all you ever wanted to be
is free and happy
Happy in heaven
Verse 2.
In in heaven there's a place in the sky
Where Angels fly a place where God and Jesus resign
This place is called heaven
Don't You Wanna Go don't you wanted a happy and
You will also be happy in heaven
When you meet the Saviour in the sky
I know a place you want to go
Where your spirit can flow
The place this place is heaven heaven heaven
Don't you want to go two
Chorus
Heaven, heaven, heaven happy, happy forever
Living in heaven happy, happy are we
Living in heaven, heaven
Happy in heaven
Reframe:
Going to be free worshipping God in full Liberty;
Happy are we we're going to be in heaven, heaven, heaven;
Happy in heaven;
Call Ways to Be Free worshipping God in full Liberty
Go to be going to be so very happy we are you see we're going to be going to be; Happy in Heaven
08/25/17
Written by James Edward Lee Sr
"I have dipped my pen in the sublime, it is my gift to you"....A Rambling Poet
The youthful beauty of an unlined face,
Unsullied by the use that lies ahead
Has still the freshness of an unturned page.
A book to show its worth must have been read.
True fairness comes when beauty dwells within,
No need to fear effect of time’s swift pace.
Though chance of fate can its bright radiance dim
And leave sad mark on that beloved face.
Beauty untried is beauty quite unearned;
Fair to behold with worthiness unproved.
The cherished face with lines of living burned
Will to true lover surely be more loved.
The beauty not reflected in the glass
Remains when more apparent charms doth pass..
By: Joyce Johnson
lFor Constance , A Rambling Poet's contest "Writing In The Sublime"
Won a 7th place
What's out there I wonder
As I hear a rumble of thunder
Is that Zeus at play
Or is it God Bowling away
Did Buddah call my name last night
Or was it an angel that I saw lurking in the light
Let the rain come down and wash over me
Let me feel all your powers like tides pulling the sea
Because I need a sign to know that your real
A faded glow to feel sureal
In times like these one needs hope
A distant belief for a way to cope
For I have gone over this far to many times in my head
Can't say what I feel through the books I have read
How can I put faith in something so unproved
With all the magic around me I have yet to be moved
How am I suppose to know what I believe
When part of me still thinks it all is make believe
The youthful beauty of an unlined face
Unsullied by the use that lies ahead
Has still the freshness of an unturned page.
A book to show its worth must have been read.
True fairness shows when beauty dwells within.
No need to fear effects of time's swift pace,
Though chance of fate can its bright radiance dim
And leave sad mark on that beloved face.
Beauty untried is beauty quite unearned;
Fair to behold with worthiness unproved.
The cherished face with lines of living burned
Will to true lover, surely be more loved.
The beauty not reflected in the glass
Remains when more apparent charms shall pass.
By: Joyce Johnson
Fondly I list of unrecantable dreams,
Casualty to my nature, subdued as a tenderfoot.
As though only few suns had passed by me.
Unrevealed, I gaze apon my beloveds image,
Craving those neptune eyes to consign my soul to sanity.
Citrine silken you're crowned, with spirits keen and roused.
My willow gold finch, cast your attention to this wounded fledgling, unproved by
love.
Contested with waxing emotion and mocking mind.
Gentle leman, catalyst to my fury; prize me.
Unpent your fond caressess and mete out salve to my distress.
Vest years in this clownish but faithful lover.
Halcyon days with be my oath to you.
Prove me to your own desire, as uncanny mystery has possession already
to this weaker vessel.
My dearest one, inflamed and unabounded, I love thee.
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