An otherworldly feel, in
Its upfrothed relief
Is what blows through it
A seaview.
Unfathomable indeed!
Substance of all grief
Care-effects of this earth-life
Will as vaporize
If tis long enough
Stared into.
Her eyes, blue pearls that soothed my soul,
Held me fast and bejeweled maternity.
By her gaze of love, my worth took hold
And a bond was born for eternity.
The light when she smiled, oh the glow
And the stern, loving look of correction.
These led me through highs and lows
And gave my life strength and direction.
Dear mother, you beamed sincerity
In little shrugs or when you waved.
In joy, happiness, grieving and piety
Your eyes, in honest expressions played.
Something transcendent in me raves
And longs for the vision of when
In heaven, revived to see your gaze
My life will be whole again.
Precious few eyes have looked at me
With the God-given sparkle as yours
That could vaporize all despondency
And inspire the greatest of metaphors.
Friend, if you can, gaze again in her eyes
And embrace the moments you're left with.
Too soon her eyes will close where she lies
And the gift of her gaze, will exit.
The whooshing of threadbare curtains cuts through deadening silence,
while shadows on the wall toy with a hermit's sanity.
The graze of unseen, jagged fingernails scrapes against sweaty flesh,
injecting poison into subcutaneous tissue,
unwieldily setting the stage.
A heaviness of humid, stale air presses down on compressed lungs,
as maniacal laughter bounces off cracked ceilings.
Buzzing flies circle, swooping down
just to taunt—then vaporize into nothingness.
Muttering voices cling to the inside of a failing cranium,
overtaking a discarded soul, slowly stripping away morality.
Irises blacken, then return to sapphire, before blackening again.
Sitting, rocking back and forth with arms wrapped around legs,
speaking in tongues—
the transformation has begun.
A shattered will; possession seems inevitable.
Fighting feels increasingly hollow.
The smothering venom accelerates.
Chattering crescendos
until your body becomes complete chaos,
and what's left of your soul is trapped within a cage,
locked deep inside the pits of demonic despair.
Pages turn, as new cycles start,
Agree with our Maker, hear His heart.
In our daily solitary space,
Step beyond and hear the sound of the race.
See anew, learn to relate afresh,
If doubt remains, do not rush!
Press in prayer, let persistent faith arise,
And watch the impossible vaporize.
Reposition our hearts, stride onwards ahead,
Claim the inheritance for which we were led.
Do not fear walls, just break through,
For fields of plenty wait for you!
Hear His heartbeat fresh and true,
The grand-old commission reborn in you.
Within the first slivers of platinum moonlight, fireflies flicker.
Diamond dust from a bygone comet streaks by, piercing electric skies,
whilst a balmy August twilight enwraps an aging porch.
The gleam of a single candelabra casts light upon
harlequin-green ivy that tangles around worn banisters,
while primroses grow through cracks in the weathered stairs.
Creaking tones of oaken rocking chairs serenade hushed crickets.
Silhouettes of frolicking barn owls coruscate,
as the aroma of fresh peach pie floats along, synchronizing with the zephyrs.
Nostalgia-infused memories materialize, then vaporize like morning dew.
Your resounding laughter gets swept away,
like a swift current pulling transient sands of time with it.
Ephemeral remembrances are all I have of you now—
momentary glimpses through the Wheel of Time's mirror,
for it’s just the summer breeze rocking your vacant chair to and fro.
Hanging Queen.
The killer Queen's serpentine glean
Like a field of sunflowers:
Smell of gunpowder filled with gelatine.
Medicine and melancholy, wound-filled barley.
Bloodbound fairground, glassware drowned.
Lovely scent oils, from mouth of poison gas,
Rise brightly, scream, and vaporize.
Advise, lullabies that paralyze, frozen in time.
Drinks with lime, sip of crime, all despise.
Lip rose-red, of blood meadows, red skies.
Tonight snows, clearing for the hanging full of flies.
Skies of lies, laughs to cries—
The uprising, the ending of terror.
Bring the Queen into her own clearing,
Into the passing.
You can bleed me blind,
execute my eyes,
victimize my vision,
immolate my imagery,
nullify my name,
suppress me into silence,
slaughter my soul,
execute my ego,
slay my spirit,
veil my verses,
poison my prose,
annihilate my alliterations,
ravage my rhymes,
waste my words,
vaporize my vocabulary,
halt my heartbeats,
but you will never
pause my poetry
As the fulcrum of awareness shifts, soul don't go adrift
Affirmation: We are more than body & mind connection
Let us leave all attachments behind and vaporize,
like space. Mesh with the sun, recognize that we are One.
Like a caterpillar at the beginning stages of life
the egg, the larva (caterpillar), the pupa (chrysalis or cocoon) and the adult
we are solid matter at birth,
Our souls remain in a cocoon stage until we decide
to explore its fibrous non-matter lignon.
Anima is to our souls what the cocoon is to the chrysalis.
A thick protection goes over our souls and the only way
to get it to be a viable spirit, is to use breath and
MEDITATION as our key life chi.
We may not be butterflies, but we have our very own
pupation pitfalls, we are human having a
human experience, with a spirit that wants to be free
to fly.
When we respect our souls and give them proper nourishment,
time and space, they will embrace the human body as it heals.
We are spiritual souls inside a framework made of flesh and blood.
And only when we teach ourselves how to relax, breathe
and accept all that encompasses us, can we truly find inner peace.
inner vision voids
vaporize near Orion
toward great beyonds
I ride this wave of fantasy
that sends my desires astir.
What dreams may come
from the spiraling are yet
to vaporize in the stars.
The ebb and flow become
the tide of dysphoria
as I ride this crest of fantasy
to the Cancri netherworld
and I roil from its heat!
My soul aches from the pain
and I search for euphoria
through a new fantastical wave
and find the coolness I seek
in Uranus’ aquamarine comfort.
The white caps are the stars
that move me among the planets,
my energy spinning with the tides;
a maelstrom circling through
whirling and twirling consciousness.
Touring this universe of planets,
I spin through wave after
wave of fantastical,
precognitive dreams, muddled
and muddied as I return to shore.
¦Once again I'm leaving myself those my sins.
Placing them in the ocean where they dissipate.
Turning to mist evaporate rise to the air vaporize
to find them in the wind separated with my God's Breath
He so separates they those sins
as far as the East is from the West
His WIND VAPORIZED MY SINS AND CAST THEM APART SEPARATELY
Selah
9/24/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.
Thank you for sharing your heart and love language to God with me. Beautiful!--
--Candace Rodgers
A cotton ball cloud drifting overhead
Suddenly becomes a miniature poodle,
Then dancing slowly, like a newlywed
Becomes a pompom for Yankee Doodle.
Disappearing like an aloof desert mirage
In an updraft completely unexpecting
Silently pours upward in a sudden barrage
Invisible danger in nature unsuspecting.
Vanishing, as we say, into cold thin air.
No longer discernible to our naked eyes
Who goes where high-flying clouds dare
When they choose to blithely vaporize.
From whence they come, what shape
They show us for our imaginary games
We who marvel at them, mouths agape
We seldom even know their real names.
Written May 31, 2021
Nuggets
Miracle Man
5-13-2022
Occasionally, with nuggets of wisdom, I’m blessed,
but often they vaporize while I’m getting dressed.
From stressful situations I must quickly disengage,
only then will these nuggets flow from pen to page.
The nuggets are God sent having a brief lifespan,
so they must find my paper as fast as they can.
They’re not mine to hold but were given to share,
and are oft meant for one, of whom I’m not aware.
gray shadows retreat
as the sun rises higher
slowly vaporize
written September 8, 2021
light of an angel at sunrise
possibly Christ showing himself
glistening rays of white gleam off the horizon
my evergreens glisten; the far off mountains begin to vaporize
prettiest scene of the day, and I thank God for it.
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