Frankly it’s a lot easier for me
To visualize whirled peas than world peace,
And I imagine that’s true for everyone.
The only way for me to visualize world peace
Is through the eyes of a child
And more and more
That child needs to be younger and younger.
To say these are difficult times
Is a truism verging on trite,
But with every challenge comes a reward
And after every night a dawn
To cite a few more apt and trite truisms.
Do I have hope? Not really
Do I have fear? Not really
What I have is honor for those who try
And celebration for those who succeed.
AC/DC sang it best,
“It’s a long way to the top
If you wanna rock ‘n roll”
So let’s rock ‘n roll.
(9/14/25)
Materializing
memory
photos on the wall
Immortalizing
tomorrow
vision to recall
Prescience
in the offing
feelings coming home
Sentience
remaking
— that forever known
(Dreamsleep: September, 2025)
Reimagine the future
honor the past
Live in the moment
first ever last
Change the perspective
fences destroyed
Polar invectives
cursed to employ
The baby and bathwater
image du jour
Becoming the instant
your lens is secured
Honor the future
reimagine the past
Live beyond either
— your essence recast
(Dreamsleep: September, 2025)
Look at us catching the sunset together
With some light talk to get us going
Nothing but nature and sheer tranquillity
And a nice glass of chardonnay
If you ask me what the occasion
I'd say we're celebrating life
And we should do it more often
Cause we don't get great sunsets like this
For we are always on the move
At times when you're catching a sunset
I'm out there catching a breath
Cause my day is barely over and I can't get home
That's why I'd want to take this moment all in
To enjoy that sweet fragrance
'Cause the streets can be suffocating
And it's hard to go fast in a crowd
At this moment tomorrow is a distant place
Yesterday is a messy place
Today is pacing by
But presently, memories are all I picture
The PO£T
You seem challenging,
Not an easy one.
You are quirky and unusual at the same time.
It isn't easy to read you,
But effortless to observe.
You're philocalist, charismatic
Strong and brave-hearted
What you are is who I want to be.
It's a secret that I desired to know.
May and Might
two stealthy words
emptying the
words which follow
assigning them
to the immediate
appearances which
they already are~~
Anyone with two eyes can see
especially gents who look at knees
The apparel aisle labeled ‘Party Dress’
should be renamed ‘Partly Dressed’
Money may win in this world, we may give all our dreams to have money.
We may give all our mind and heart and love for money.
We may walk and sleep and eat with others just for money.
We may turn away from our truth for money.
Money may led us to places we never could imagine.
Money is powerful, making us have motivation, to do things we never dreamed of.
Money wins sometimes in this world, because without it we have to suffer the loss of stuff.
Money has power but we have choice, the ability to choose and not fall into the lost.
Lifting prayer to God, today and always.
The names for Thor and Epithets most odd;
Birth Thor Odinson also known as Þórr;
The original name for the god, of Thunor of the thunder god,
Donar, a name for Thor, Thunar, Asa-Thor;
Æsir-Thor his position within Æsir, one of the two major groups of Norse gods;
Hlórriði and or Hlóriði "the loud rider" connection to thunder sounds loud;
Sounds of a chariot ride in heavens rumbles;
Þun(a)raz, meaning "thunder", with his association with thunder;
Pórr, Thunor, Donar, and Thunar,
all stemming from the Þun(a)raz, meaning "Thunder",
Hhich mean "Æsir-Thor" and "the loud rider";
Odin, who be Thor Father;
Thor most powerful, revered god;
In Norse mythology, His name evokes rains,
fearsome storms, the flash of lightningThorcalled,
a fearless protector of gods and men;
Thor was also a dedicated protector of humanity,
fighting enemies who threatened the order of the worlds;
Notable human aliases Donald Blake, Jake Olson
Alas He is aGod of Thunder
though yet presently he’s mere mortal Thor just-
…a man with a hammer Sigurd Jarlson
8/30/2025
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2025©
Jealous is my God, who wants me in submission, only giving our love and attention to his plan.
Jealous is my God, who told us of the punishment to us and our descendants.
Jealous is my God, that leads me through this life, with signs from above that light my path.
Jealous is my God, that has a plan, that makes me pray to see the plan clear.
Jealous is my God, that wants no other God before him, he told us that he is number one.
Jealous is my God, of his people, who wants us to have no one before him.
Jealous is my God, that told us with his prophets, that anything that leads us astray is from the opposer, the one that wants to separate us from life, and make us stay forever in the dark.
Jealous is my God, that made us from his image, that wants us to love and be kind to one another.
Jealous is my God, that sent his son, to lead us to forever life, by making a path for us home.
Jealous is my God, that loves us so much, that he created us to be his family for life.
Lifting prayers to God, for love and life and beyond.
Those dreams you're dreaming are chasing you too. Give them a chance to catch you.
Your dreams are yours
By Michelle Morris
22/08/2025
Your dreams are yours
They're there for a reason
They're still chasing you
They know it's your season
You can feel it grow
That unmistakable tingle
You can feel your knowing
That unmistakable jingle
Don't give up on them
Give them a chance to catch you
Believe in magic and miracles
Believe in the Universe's truth
Remember you're unique
You're a blessing to this world's future
Remember you're completely capable
Of making your dreams come true
© Michelle Morris, 2025
Tight about the past—
transparent glass panes,
stained and cracked
by crooked, wicked lies.
Sacred are these settled energies.
They muddle about,
never lifting their feet.
I mean higher than the next—
higher than anything else.
Tether thyself to greatness.
Witness its greatness,
or keep thinking
in the same tones you speak in.
There is no treatment—
only the fight
against debilitating sickness.
You hold it together
with shoestring,
scotch tape,
and wink-less nights
working alongside the sabbath,
long past first light.
Long double-shift shiftiness
into the only off day.
No longer tis old boulder—
a new obstacle
has been waiting for me.
I urgently need
the percentile damage increase.
If my awakened visions
lie in legitimacy,
or if they’re just
daydreams re-sold—
Sandman’s regift,
passed down,
along beside me,
and made well past due.
What use is standing upon
business if it’s business
encroaching on you?
It’s not impossible—
but the benefit
must be mine
before I just give it to you.
I am only a voice
not the loudest in the crowd
not the softest either
but steady enough to be heard.
Shape me into fire
a rising sun on darkened streets
so I can burn through hatred
so I can light the cracks of racism.
I am just a sound
the trembling roar of a cub
but let me grow into a lion
so I can tear the chains of corruption.
Make me more than an echo
make me thunder on the horizon
make me the horn that will not quiet
until justice learns my name.
A problem’s never just one face,
it lives in people, time, and place.
So POPIT shows a clearer view,
of what is old, of what is new.
The People side is their needs, their say,
the Process shows the steps, the way.
Information, tools, the streams,
together make the system’s schemes.
Technology may shine or fail,
its edges sharp, its pathways frail.
But when you map them side by side,
the hidden gaps can’t ever hide.
It looks so simple, box and square,
yet clarity is living there.
For every change, both small and fit,
begins by asking through POPIT.
There once was a little boy,
Whose imagination would not rest --
Cursed or blessed?~ was difficult to say.
Some journeys were only fantastic-play:
Sliding down waves, shaking tentacles
With friendly octopi – but there were those, also
Instructive, like the flying fish, who could not fly --
Sort of on the surface, would just lie~ and cry. Try as
He often did; not one scale would elevate...even
Garnered Gale’s windy' berate. Proud of her churning,
Dislodging force – with that little fish, like whipping an
Expired fish-horse.
Then a trumpet, from an angel on high:
Opened in the sky, a bright, sunny eye. No sense to
Tear, little brother – one added drip to an ocean, cannot
Not change a dip, for more of the same slop – one more salty drop will
not lift aloft a repetitious, soggy flop. Realize, from the top, a new world to see –
Now, will yourself some real wings...as did the crab his legs, and go for eternity!
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