The Fence
I’m on this side of the fence
And the animal on the other, whence
I perceive its cunning is intense
And appetite aroused by my presence.
Its docile, immobile stature
Dominated by an icy stare
Alerts me to the carnivore’s nature
If this separation weren’t here.
Eye to eye, our curiosities meet
As time hovers between the variances.
I contemplate wanton cruelty,
Whereas the predator desires freedom.
My resolve is disillusioned
When the big cat swipes and growls,
Which pricks my spine hair to stand on end;
I am afraid, whereas the lion is not.
Time has given to you;
Need to live with period,
Smiles cum experiences,
And laugh lessons in twist.
Day after day, dream's intent is a gift
Enough a mantra- focus fleetly lift...
Birthday marks life anew;
View to celebrate myraid
Of essences, in variances...
To tell humanity duly exist.
Day after day, birthday wishes are hearty
Enough many blessings than noisy party...
Happy birthday to you dear brother,
Enjoy the years ahead off bother...
Isreal stay strong;
Correct thy wrong.
With pleasing song,
Live joyfully long...
Reality
I clambered up surrealism’s heights, clawing tooth and nail
(The path was obscured by variances cluttering the way),
But that didn’t hinder my progress into realism,
I was adventurous and irrepressible in my quest.
Star clusters within galaxies form imaginative figures
That cry out to the universe, “Welcome, stupidity!”
The world isn’t as dark once you step out of the picture
To escape abstraction and become a reality.
absolute neutrality
variances appear
and all are
neutral
after all!
absolute neutrality
variances appear
and all are
neutral
arising
there is none
as movement is
absent
nothing appearing
that is the
total message and
there is no message
non duality
is already a gift
for no one
a happy tale
no you
is the message
to the separate self
in disbelief
no one
may appear
as someone
walking
with
fewer words
nothing may be
suggested
the ubiquitous
I-word
always an appearance
serving the story
oops
flags a mistake
perhaps recovery
reversing a story
arising
arose
and arisen
are not three
In the memory of my imagination
I recall the love of happiness.
Congruously convened in small cracks,
Between doubt and ecstasy.
Surfing through ever-similar variances,
Effused with vague purpose and undefined vigor,
I groove with the best.
And yeast with the least.
Let's take the adventure.
With endless overture.
I'll wrap you in my loving embrace.
My fox among the foal.
My ace in the hole.
Most times people just see them as yucky,
or other times they might just have the key
to the Butterfly Dragonfly dressed blues
East Asia, the oriental choo choo's.
Mind you that this one pulls more D less B,
it bears a light-scattering property,
affects the wing's color variances,
trends from blue to gold, most curiousness.
Although, they hold their born pigmentation
a wingspan iridescent blue-liken.
Spots on their hindwings I.D. their sexes,
patterned wings I.D. their partners, no ex's.
Diet be flyers, mosquitoes, preferred.
Mountains, and forest, but wetlands, favored.
Waves keep cycling around
ebbing in turquoise blue seas
its ripples are teasing me
Waves do swim fathoms deep,
then return to navy blue crisp tips:
pearls of white foam are smiling back at me
Ships are daily passing on and by the seas;
of blue watery blue roads which are like fluid land bridges
All to countries sought; then at ports are delightful scenes
A different world is in and upon the wavy seas
A fate of water, winds and variances are seen
Onboard ship's decks are drinks of a salty rum mix
Tales of exaggerated pirate legends are often told of old;
of independent bands and various venturous clans
Ships sailing on wave fuel; of air breezes and manned oar tools
Muted my mouth open I yell, I Scream, & Shout;
-My ears are closed my mind is filled with doubt;
Emotions variances clouded judgment at naught;
Clarity's beholden it juggernauts;
And where do I stand while I'm falling;
And what do I listened to as I'm crawling;
Covid are the breathe that breathes not;
Lost are those souls that repented not;
7/27/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2020
I
am
sad
when
folks'
biases
surface
Why
must
folks
deride
peoples'
cultural
variances?
With Temptations
Is redemptions
Here be within fear courage
With the weakness
Is strength
I sense tomorrow one last war
Lingering on Sorrows just before the evil man praises
And follows followers
The evil politician he's of the storm unnatural
To take of Life
the Antichrist
Variances strife
For shaking from life
Hatred killing mankind
and all of this looking on as we rebuke yon Antichrist
11/4/19
Written word by James Edward Lee Sr 2019
bereavement, celebration, confusion, dream, faith, hope, love
I would like to think I am a Wonderer?!?!? ©
I would like to be a wonderer, but I am not---
But need you by my side for heart’s sake and love!
I would like to think independently, but I am not---
But I need you to reassure me that your heart is in love!
I would like to think I am unselfish, but I am not---
But, I need to be fulfilled forever by your unselfish love!
I like to think I am unabashed with unhappiness, but I am not---
But, brightness of the sunshine brought on is all for one’s love!
I like to think I am but saddened, but I am not---
But, gray clouds today are like the loss of ‘once’ more in love!
I like to think I am sweetly content, but I am not---
But, each day without satisfaction, is not to be in love!
I like to think upon a season’s changing is my fault, but I am not---
But, my quests for answers fit ‘another’s’ quest for the sake of earthly love!
I like to think I am like the weather, but I am not---
But, these ‘odd fellow’ variances’, I am told are an ‘odd couple; when not in love!
Was it from North, clear and cold,
or South, dark and threatening rain,
from East which drives the fishes deep,
or fair West to bring them back again?
From whim of mystic forces
or differential heating giving rise
to local pressure variances
moving air between our skies?
The lightest zephyr may have
brought us together
yet not even a hurricane
can tear us apart.
__________________________________
A tribute to the Anemoi
1/1/2015
Since first I saw you, it was your eyes,
mesmerizing, your gaze transporting
me to a realm, not of fantasy, real,
where young men go when cupid’s
arrow takes root.
Since first I saw you, it was your lips,
captivating, holding me frozen
in anticipation of our lips brushing
for the first time.
Since first I saw you, it was your voice,
a crescendo, light, invigorating,
each word you speak intensifies
my hearing, enveloping each
note, time ceases as I hang motionless
savoring, memorizing.
Since first I saw you, it was your hair,
long, flowing, gently rising above
your shoulders as a slight breeze
passes through sending waves
of your essence my way.
The sun magnifying each strand,
highlighting the minute
variances of invigorating color,
creating a halo effect, a portrait of
your beauty forever imprinted.
Since first I saw you, It was you,
my love forever more for you,
only you.
Hard work in every assembly line
Innovation as thought makes the difference
Judges balance variances in dispose of new substance
As many credits as given yet many needs to repair
What happened on the way and why we are here
Freezing cold and sleepless nights from evolving dreams
Rejoices tender as gather searching in another well being
Swings future fire on the sky rebuild its pieces revolve one us
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