COMES
Canto I
Come
Canto II
Before the light there was light the lands dwells grasses;
Canto IIl
Come
Canto IIll
God stood still His brilliants shun so shines
Canto IIlll
Come
Canto VI
night drops its cloak across embracement black.
Canto VIl
night drops its cloak across embracement black.
Canto VIll
Come
Canto lX
Lose He spoke life words dominance creation of light
Canto X
Before the moon and sun shown
Canto XI
No shape darkness empty everything things He spoke by dawn,
Come forth come
Canto XII
The wanderer has crossed the pass.
Canto XIII
Come
Canto XIV
Gathering in one spot cover then and withdraw from the lands
Canto XV
Continues…..
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familiar six- day creation structure right you know found in other Abrahamic traditions it's the specific wording and
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the emphasis yeah that makes it so compelling okay so let's get into those six days okay day one kicks off with
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9/3/26
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2026©
The winter blues has a grip on me all so tight
Its icy tentacles wrap around me and squeezes
freezing my fingers and toes with its nasty frostbite
staving off the cold is a battle, an endless fight
it brings forth an assortment of nasty diseases
The winter blues has a grip on me, all so tight
these grey days cloud over the sun, the bright
as the icy chill roam wherever it does pleases
freezing my fingers and toes with its nasty frostbite
my blood flows like a frozen berg of ice
and into my bones the air seeps, then freezes
the winter blues has a grip on me all so tight
frozen raindrops form like dripping stalagmite
and the wind blows hard, never once does it eases
freezing my fingers and toes with its nasty frostbite
thunder roars. then the dark sky ignites
distant are the summer days of warm breezes
The winter blues has a grip on me all so tight
freezing my fingers and toes with its nasty frostbite
Love Speaks All Languages
‘Je t’aime’ he whispered with passion
By the Seine with the moon bright above
It sounded so very romantic
French, they say, is the language of love
‘Ti amo’ declared the young Roman
As he courted his lady so sweet
Mario, though, was a real gigolo
And Maria he’d met on the street!
‘Ich liebe dich’ said Fritz to his fraulein
With earnest and serious intent
‘Ve shall march to ze bedroom heute Abend
Unt zen you vill know vhat I meant!’
In Japan it is rather a mouthful
When expressing so deep an emotion
‘Watashi wa, anata o aieimasu’ though,
Is always said with devotion
‘Se agap-o’ is Greek for ‘I love you’
And the ancients knew all the joys
Of loving and how to have fun times
Especially the men and the boys!
But whatever the language that’s spoken
Whatever the country or clime
Love is an eternal emotion
And we’ll express it time after time.
O you, Dear Zephyr! Blow, blow, blow
Over the vill. that’s beneath the hill
Abutting my heart and opened hand’s claw
Never be stopped and never be slow.
Not be so hot, not be so chill
So that much comfort we feel
To lessen the heat of the sun’s glow
In a pleasant manner you have to flow
So please, dear zephyr! Blow you blow.
Other End of the Street
The Wall
Berlinish
Walls
Apart
We suffer
Brothers
Easy to hate what you can not see
So instead we all suffer in misery
Worlds apart
In the same village
Modern wars, are fought on TV
Confusing the haters, maybe you and me
Do not be fooled
I will teach you how to kill
All of your enemies
Not one rocket fired
Simple
Very simple
Love your children
More than hating any enemy
This is the feast of peace
The dessert?
Invite the enemy
Into your home
He shall lie dead before you
Slayed, not with a knife
With your kindness
For kindness has no foe
Kindness builds friendships
Friendships build love
Love kills all enemies
The icing on the cake!
Vill du ha efterrätt?
Notes: The last line is Swedish for "Would you like dessert"
The music softly begins to play
The bagpipers leading the way
I have seen where we all have been
We used to be lovers
Now we are lyrics from old songs
We used to dance, and hold hands
Now I hold on to dreams
And yet the music still plays
Old streets, and old roads,
Ancient memories linger on
And here I am, a song in hand
And there you are, an angel’s voice
You have whispered silly thoughts
I feel your heart, and I surely wish
My waiting in the rain, won’t last long
All the trains have passed and gone
Nothing left to see but the dawn
Oceans away, and still I long for the music
The dance, the last romance, hopeless whispers
I have only to caress these thoughts, nothing more
Vill du ha efterrätt?
eli & oskar
fullända ett band mellan två individer
de går ut i natten
de har varandras sällskap skull och
kön, som belastning som kan förstöra så många
helt enkelt inte in i denna ekvation ---
hon ger honom med sin egen vaksamhet
korten har delats ut för sina egna århundraden av
ångest, men hennes visdom är stor och
hon vet att minst nu,
hon har en vän, hon i själva verket har så mycket mer,
hon har en följeslagare som förstår henne tillräckligt att veta
han kommer aldrig riktigt förstå henne &
så acceptera detta faktum, känner oskar på samma sätt,
att ingen annan än eli skulle ta sig tid att ens försöka
att förstå honom.
de trotsar den logiska död relationer, dessa två,
de trotsar samhället som vill dem att konvertera, så snabbt att
pessimism,
eftersom det stryper alla unga så väl ---
de trotsar alla "gud" som tydligt anses dem båda
"fördömda" från början &
ännu,
de är tillsammans &
det är vettigt.
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