I build a home in people,
And people leave.
My story never matches,
With the writer of destiny.
The moment you realise,
It's you versus the whole world,
You stop explaining your tears.
I don't know why people treat me
Like I have no feelings,
When I feel everything,
A little too much.
I asked for love,
They gave me lessons.
I asked for stay,
They gave me goodbyes.
Still, I write.
Because my diary never left.
Resisting..Resisting all.' Of those creepy calls.' I've hear doctors say you have a choice today, a dead young girl or boy.?
Or a trans child, your forever joy.? Yet its
Not the same, in the abortion frame; it any
Way you please.' Death is ignored to say the least, oh how the tongues so droll, can set you on a roll, those who cannot redeem...Or deny the silent screams.' Its
All the biggest shame, and we all carry
some blame, in this convenient life..No
Evil see.? I guess some make that choice.? Yet when your lifes light fades
Will you go to the dark.? Or will you make
The grade? Plunge into Christ who only
Works to save.'
The wind that whispers
The most beautiful song
Waits for you
To sing along
Because beauty isn't happiness
And company is what they want
They'd rather have someone who listens
Then a pretty face to faunt
So they hope their beauty
Will lull you into singing along
But more then anything
They want someone to hear their song
To look past their eyes
And into their soul
To treat them like a normal person
So they can feel whole
Typical cause is a whole lot of nothing,
wasted thoughts that create a spiral.
Out of my control yet I still continue,
I’ll be honest I overanalyze like sport.
Wasted thoughts that create a spiral,
mere moments ago I could breathe.
I’ll be honest I overanalyze like sport,
there’s no justification for panicking.
Mere moments ago I could breathe,
a vivid imagination can alter reality.
There’s no justification for panicking.
If you see the sunrise? You’ll be okay.
A vivid imagination can alter reality,
inhale slow and dial emotion back.
If you see the sunrise? You’ll be okay.
I repeat this serene mantra to myself.
Inhale slow and dial emotion back,
out of my control yet I still continue.
I repeat this serene mantra to myself:
typical cause is a whole lot of nothing.
A gleam of dawn`s light,
Shining from the inner self
Guides to path that`s right;
Forsaken, our life`s journey
Is bound to tempestuous seas.
It cannot be seen,
As the cool breeze on eyesight
Or the air we breathe,
Yet hope brightens winter nights
And banishes deepest frights.
When loads feel heavy
And burdens press on the soul,
A soft ember glows,
Secrets that the divine keep,
Whisper, "You can make it whole."
It`s the quiet hum,
That beats within every breast,
A gentle, soft pulse;
When all other sounds are numb,
Hope calls the spirit from rest.
A boat on the sea
With whirling wild winds on sight,
Yet reaches shore safe;
A flame ever shining bright
Draws light from a divine site.
It`s a feel within,
For summer to be on way,
For cold to turn warm;
When winter wind is at hand
Spring shine wouldn`t be far away.
A refrain unheard,
That lingers in the thin air,
A vision unseen;
A wish expressed from the heart
Turns to solace everywhere.
A thin thread of grace,
Guiding us through darkest hours,
With plea to the wind;
A smile on a weary face,
Turns a bud to smart flowers.
Wholeness
An empty word
As are all words~
And an arising
Recognition of
Wholeness appearing
May be a
New dawn~~
Oh you blind..And willfull Nation.! Who stand on the very ground, of your acts.!
You took the living son of The One God
And 'slaughtered Him as foretold!'
He of the ' copper coloured hair' a likeness
Of the calf..With no worldly offspring
As the heifers, you hold are.' Caphias said
It is better for One to die for the Nation than
The Nation to perish.' You purchased His
Earthly life with silver.' The metal that is used in pagan ceremony, that shows its glint by 'moon and stars' You have treated the sacrifice that you ( accredited !) By all
Your acts.! And you will find no true peace
GO THEN.!!! Annoint the anti-christ bow before him and taste of his mercy..It will be a bitterness to your marrow, and gall to your
Very souls.' You display you pagan credentials daily..' in obscene and perverted acts in the sight of God and humanity.' Repent and accept the life of Christ, turn from the evil you pursue, and be part of Gods people.'
Lavishly, she served me her love.
She was breathtaking,
Metaphorcally ever tasty. and...
In every nook and cavity
Was filled with spirituality.
I beset, I embraced.
Yet I anguished,
I lusted for no end
Special angel.
She was my bitter taste.
You see I set society,
She embraced my spirit
And saved my soul.
Now I am whole
A ANGEL WHOLE IS LOVED
-- Spiritually Whole
5/23/26
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2026
My i say they were.' (My mistakes)Yet thats easy enough to spout.' Out, As a geyser is there not doubt,l.? forms in the shadow world demon
Spawn.' Manipulating the ' latest thing or
Media storms' who counts the tears.? But
God alone.' He keeps no score..
And we.?hope? to atone? Jesus sacrificed tried by night.' Oh breakers of trust' of pharonic blights
Blind and willful pharasiees,acts and signs of falsehood, you will bend the knee.' Or be
Thrown whole into hells fires.' Where even ashes
Carry the flames ever higher.' You love to
Divide, to wreck, to tear.. A dead law won't
Save you, its only mercy so rare.' Look around see the signs, better to fall at Chtists feet, who vanquished oblitterated
That many can eat; of life.. Repent turn back..Accept true life. Turn from hell and
Endless night.'
Minichu poem
Based off The Mirror and the Mist
Old
Shell,
Cold
Spell.
No
More,
Open
Door.
Wild
Gaze,
Deep
Maze.
Just
Soul,
Now
Whole.
Manchu poetry
In the silence of the firs, I gather what remains,
The fragments of a memory, the loosening of chains.
I look at the reflection, but the eyes are not my own,
A shadow in the mirror of a self I've outgrown.
The autumn air is cooling, the summer's green has fled,
A transition in the seasons for the words I haven't said.
The "female asterisk" is a weight I cannot bear,
A heavy skirt I carry, but no longer want to wear.
I am an unstoppable storm, a force of grace and fury,
Escaping from the prying eyes and the world's quiet jury.
I am not a project to fix, nor a role to be played,
But a traveler in the mist, where the old versions fade.
In the vast open sky, I find a different light,
Walking through the shadows to the dawn after night.
I am "both me and mystery," a truth I finally see,
Lost to the world I knew, but found in being me.
WHOLE-HEARTED MURALS-:-
serial
contrasting
counterparts
without
mannered
WHOLESOME SENSUALITY
hopeful
didactical
style
with SIGNIFICANT REPERCUSSION
inaugurate
disident
resembling
high
mindedness
Let burdens fall with gentle grace,
Release the hurt within.
Each soul finds light in sacred space,
Where peace may now begin.
Forgive and start anew,
Forgive and see what's true,
Forgive—within you, too.
Two hearts become one soul,
Let go and be made whole.
The Universe corrects itself
Each and every time
What seems to get out of hand
To be too much
Extremities
Always reach a breaking point
And what is dark and bleak
Will eventually see the light
Though it comes in varying forms
It will arrive
No matter how far you have gone
No matter how high you have risen
No matter how deep of hole you dug
No matter how bruised you have gotten
The sun will rise
The moon will set
The storm will cease
The fog will lift
To fix what is broken
And reset what is fixed
All the while
The Universe keeps breathing
--
To God I thank you for the creation of nature,
so soothing to the soul
As I ran along a waterway observed two freshwater turtles
To God, once again I thank for the creation of nature
it always makes me feel whole
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