Golden fantasy
Crispy like a falling leaf
Waits for a new birth
I miss you enough to be warm today, my salt- stained pillows would tell you the truth
But the walls around my heartstrings may be made of rocks
So that no one may enter the fortress, you made for me
The fortune you left for me, of your ambitions, your radiance
I drown in melancholy, once in a while, secretly
But I keep finding my way, just like you'd taught me
I keep writing in hopes that you may read, or answer
Maybe talk? Send something from the clouds somehow
I keep writing the same things, I look at the sky
I know you and I, now cross down different paths
Me of life, you of land that never lets you make it back
Land of- I'd give it up in a second to see you smile
I know, i know- I'm foolish, I realize
I lost you to the worst part of time
So when I close my eyes, I see your face
I feel your warmth, your joy, your grace
And I see the light that'd would lead me down
To the roads you said would lead me home
All my what-ifs down the same way, to you
Always towards you.
Motives change at the back of the queue
The fire increases at those pushing through
I look at the river, it makes no complaint
The body's poisoned with poor restraint
After awakening, that's where time goes
Screams subside, the mind now knows
Mutant thoughts will be misunderstood
It's another birth, another childhood
I wake up now or then
In between nevermore and forevermore
Over and over again
Repeatedly finding myself wondering where I have been
A slice of the clock - lost
But I always feel better with my Glock
Darkness swallows the light
Confusing the days and nights
Making falling into the looking glass
A fairytale delight
But wait, was it fight or flight
Before now or back when
Hard to tell, but who's to say
Today, tomorrow, wrong day, someday
Different space, familiar place, memory of face
A fall from grace, the challenge of the chase
Moments, minutes, months, days, anyways....
loving the process
you'll no longer be waiting
for your happiness
Those of us who’ve reached the age
Of “senior” status know
That many things are different from
The days of long ago.
Yet we remember how it felt
To be a child or teen
Or young adult or middle-aged
And all the years between.
For looking back is easy; we had
Energy to spare,
Youthful bodies, unlined faces
And a head of healthy hair.
Those of younger age, however,
Cannot ever comprehend
That they’ll lose the version of themselves
On which they now depend.
They are rooted in denial,
Thinking they won’t ever be
Someone looking in a mirror
And not liking what they see.
So the “wisdom” of the old, then,
Is you can’t avoid your fate.
Aging’s guaranteed to happen;
Don’t believe it? Just you wait!
I want to be listened to,
now none is near-
I feel threatened,
yet I stay here.
Those arms that hug and sway-
I never thought they'd betray.
The castle of love
I built so high-
I dream a sailor
someday will try.
Far and far I journeyed through-
this road has turned me blue.
I wish the crew could find me safe-
so I still keep his space.
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sumptimez
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Where oh where can you be now?
Dreaming and waiting for you,
till I met you I will wait.
Baby has arrived.
We pray,
We fright,
And wait
For God to act.
It's cloudy,
It's dark,
So void of light.
God hears,
But waits until
The time is right.
I stayed for the sound
that came after the light.
Now I open the window.
The storm leaves rain
on the old wooden steps,
and the night smells of earth.
Lightning finds the trees
for a moment,
showing branches
through the window.
I stand in the doorway,
listening as it rolls,
my hand still resting
on the wooden frame.
The rain keeps falling.
I let the night stay awhile.
I listen a little longer.
A is for Apple, so shiny and
red,
B is for Bear tucked away in
his bed.
C is for Castle with towers
so tall,
D is for Duckling who plays
in the hall.
E is for Elephant, heavy and
grand,
F is for Frog jumping over
the sand.
G is for Goat wearing bright
yellow boots,
H is for Hippo who munches
on roots.
Grab your box of crayons
and color so bright,
And paint all these letters
from morning until bedtime!
Baaa, saaa aah
Beloved, wait for me,
My body sacred not meant
To be for you, only in matrimony,
To seal a covenant
Wait for me
Love our love deeply
My submission belongs to God
I'm under His authority
Purity and clarity
Wait for me
It's meant to be
I'am not provider
My darling God and you are
Only you're my provider, my lasting peace
And security, my idenity
Worth purpose comes from God
My Father husband you are, wait for me
Only you can my God can
I show you my faith
I'm graced by God and your presents
I wait for you, you wait for me
You're a blessing...wait for me
Wait for me.It's meant to be.
I am not provider you and God are darling
Wait for me
7/13/26
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.2026
Just nudging seventy eight
This so called "old" age it must wait
Not ready to be known yet as late
Have much control over my eventual fate
Much time left to spend with my lover who is also my best mate
Many many interests that daily satiate
Mindset frequency attuned to a positive state
Some day with God we'll arrange a meeting on a mutual date
.
thus did she
and mine
not
seed
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