The pleasure distilled from those hours spent
Seep down to my heart and soul ever pent
So that all the night my eyes might endure
Thy supple form and softly sweet demure
What ails a man might thou proffer cure
Thou art what makes a man love the lure
And would take thy hand as his and withal
His heart giveth to thee as would a thrall
By the rim of the lake the cherry blossoms fall
By the rim of the lake I confess all
My love beams like the sun upon the lake crystal clear
This moment will remain for me, timeless and dear
And whence I wake a part of me remains here
Where honesty and dream dwell free of fear
For whence I wake, I know thou wilt not be here
And though thy suffering has ended,
Avails me little cheer
Sorely I miss thee
And wish thou wert here
The guilty eye flees
The remorseless never envies
The lying eye dawns truth's disguise
And blinks thrice before knowing eyes
The truth evades the seeking eyes
Ever searching the lofty skies
The lost eyes despise earthly laws
Rattling heaven's gates for a cause
Feel within the warm glowing light
That brace us 'gainst the swarming night
Where our gathered daemons lure us to fight
With meaningless notions of wrong and right
A rivers never chooses who shall drink
Honesty never takes time to think
In the moment, be one withal
Ready to catch us when we fall
Lay blame aside
And scornful pride
Even the pangs of the worthy life
For who decides what's worthy or strife?
To simply live
A humble life
Empty yet full
Dull yet wonderful
.
enchanter thick
unafraid
plaits 'to pluperfection
withal
mirrorz manacle'd
enlist'd
hern frenetic thicks
touch'd
The Storm uttered his vengeful voice
Breathing threats on all mortals below.
With power he showed his flashing bolts
And shook the earth with his mighty hands.
The trees cried loudly as they were rent.
The rivers drank more than they could bear.
Creatures hid in quivering protest
As the storm’s soldiers marched quickly by.
When he passed there came a gentle touch.
His life was squandered in his fury.
The sky shone forth his bright epitaph
And mere mortals spoke ill of the dead.
Upon the earth renewed life sprang forth
And nature was blessed by his fury.
The hatred of the Storm King withal
Became the source of much grace below.
Remember summer in your blossom's weave,
Betwixt them memories of warmer days.
As you but dance yet with the summer breeze
And love untimidly beneath sun's gaze.
And revel yet awash in youthful grace!
For long as summers burn and stars are bright;
Though virtues of themselves rebuff the cold.
The frigid winters claim the earth, as right
As younger stars adorn night's fabric old.
Anon so wilt the blossoms as unfold!
Withal, thy summer burns no quicker and
As short-lived as all beauteous things I know.
Then dance, oh dandelion; understand
That to the breeze with all their wish you'll go
Your summer memories shall warm you so.
Criminal
waste,
critical mass
materialized warfare
city dumps pile-up and fall
burnt offerings amid
clumps of Caesar salad.
Roman Empires of crud
that roam no more.
Walmart still spills over,
parachutes hung from pot-belly roofs;
air-drops from a plastic heaven.
A few old men
are found asleep at the wheel
of long buried cars.
Homeless are the pigeons
that carry a crusty canker
from pit to heap,
pitiful the pawing fingers
that pounce now upon
the once new branded,
yet more paltry
the poached mounds
of porch-pirates,
their petty ill-gottens
all unpacked alike as empty nests.
When the sooty dark
fumes and blankets,
then rust will clang
in the yawping mouths
of tin-cans,
aluminum bells that clatter.
Then the rodents,
the red-eyed night-shifters
will comb through the tangled beards
of threadbare dreams.
Then withal,
just as the ditched dross have fallen,
dregs shall rise again.
Converged
Felt an instant connection
You, I, we recognize each other's souls.
Love for each other is unconditional.
A found fond spiritual love
Attunement eye contact so intense
Intense seems psychic like a telepathic
The connection feels empathic
Whether you experience empathy physically or cognitively
A found fond spiritual love
So destined we both, in turn, can give each other love and
So shall I encouragement when, what we need to most
Feeling so physically drawn to you
Connection feels empathic
We help each other grow, life and spiritual
Support each other biggest triggers in our lives
Choosing love instead in truth you show up divine
A found fond spiritual love
Timing synchronistic way
Intense and almost feeling psychic
Almost like a telepathic connection
Not at all toxic you can exchange a knowing
Look withal you’re blessed in
A found fond spiritual love
7/10/2023
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2023©
my Lord middle name HE'S Relentless
give me solace in your breath
speak of mercies I've confessed
give me Grace
upon my face
let me be witnessed
of your Amazing Grace
statue tall standing straight
still I mount look up towards your Face
Mountains High, Valleys low
present point of contact envisioned Joy
hope deferred Faith is blessed
I have arrived I have nothing left
all the PRAISE all the GLORY
I speak valiantly of your Story
I refuse to fall I stand
ever TALL
in your hearts beat I am withal
So surely unworthy Yet REPENTIVE
My Lord my SAVIOR JESUS so forgiving He's RELENTLESS
4/20/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2023
We absorb the pleasures as we ignore the post.
The frenzied time,
a placid mind,
of which is worst.
Rotten truths reek right as lies,
as death, as dead, decayed effect.
How now the freshness of the breath,
is green as gang beneath the flesh,
life withered wrongfully
by the common custom song,
sung by societies upon vitalities gone.
Send me a sound much greater than thine,
found only through the ethosphere.
Breathe me a life cloudy with substance,
not clear with bright despair.
Hate me in ways I can only remember
as faux smiles mixed with care.
Love me in ways forgotten and fade,
withal live without the fear.
When the snout of lush abundance is full and flowing,
when all prey and creature-kind spill upon the verdant swards,
then it is that I worry night and day,
for the stoat, fox and hawk are at work,
they scythe in the whelm and nimiety, they hack and harrow.
The kits and chuckling’s are many, the light too bright;
for then the foragers forgoing fright, are palpable and open.
The long-eared nibblers, hairs on scattered rodents laid bare,
they scutter, skitter and twitch much in the open
greatly prone to be pounced upon;
their paltry pelts all unhidden, and being many,
and not running, they are huddled; yet not strong.
If this slew not ease, if the grabbers not falter,
if the singled-out dither, the glut not wither,
then the green snake will climb to where nestlings hutch -
they all so easily plucked and quickly snatched.
I worry for the wee brown birds; mottled shells still unhatched.
I fear a winnowing, withal a harsh hazard of gorge and sate.
I fret for the freshly delivered, the teeming,
the newly produced, all the bounding bounty
for those too easily found and so, arrived too late.
Do we not procure enough happiness in our dull lives?
When someone else is amply satisfied with themselves,
Otherwise, how much joy does one merely receive?
When someone else gains trust and in you can believe.
We should all endeavor to esteem and regard every one of us.
A more peculiar companion or family isn't genuine, thus.
May our excursion be one of happiness and daintiness?
What's withal in all we serve and heed, with spiritedness,
To set up an external assessment for everyone clod.
It is out of the compass of any individual who isn't God.
Regardless, there is pain and gain in the present situation.
Otherwise, there is a service of both joy and tribulation.
His power, weakness, and feelings were frittered away.
It's paradoxical since he was destroying his own joy.
Written: December 21, 2021
Butterfly binging on a bluebell bloom
Sipping savoury, nourishing nectar from it
Lovely lemon green gossamer wings
Cool colour contrast with brilliant, blazing blue
Full feasting and drinking delight
Sated soul, she finds fulfilment withal ~
A captivating click for my album.
12.06.2021
Photo #2
For Joseph May's "Alliterisen 2" contest
Standing on the street corner
Awaiting the time to pass by
Like a bus occupied by people
A bird's eye view looking up toward the skies
Below heaven's gate interview the sun
And the blue and the white in the mind wandering
Withal and all I sense in my senses while complimenting
I stand trial all the things that I've done at last I've overcome
I stand at the corner and wait for the second the flash of light
To embrace and lift me up and when I open my eyes I'll be at heaven's gate
11/21/21
Written by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
One leaving year, is sketching to a close.
There will arise a fresh, one beginning.
Bid farewell to anything that is morose.
Reach along the striking sides on living.
Those Promises become a drilling in vanity.
Beings direct bearings emerge to befall false.
Pledges are subtly conveyed, then, futility.
It's doubtful to pursue your dream source.
let's plead for vigour and evident delight.
And for concord in the coming year too.
And as the clocks resound at midnight.
I hope those ultimate dreams come true.
Best tip I've won: live all your daydream.
Utterly one frail life is ostensibly we redeem.
It's trivial to squander strength on expecting.
You will be prodded into a treasure wing.
The finest is withal to reach for everyone.
Expecting bliss in the new year as well.
And at zero hours, chorus yodels loud then.
I hope for you, rapture and hefty outrival.
Written: November 19, 2021
Be real with me;
If you love me;
Then you will be;
Being real with me;
Will make you see;
See my as I am;
Just a sinner man;
Withal an ugly face;
Disgraced but with a love for God;
For God has blessed;
Me with, redemption;
Ahh, did I mention;
You should only follow me;
As I follow Him;
As a witness, I shall keep praising Him;
I am real, a sinner man freed;
Redeemed by the blood of the Lamb;
A new man;
I confess, yes I am a mess
A lonely sinner man saved by Grace
10/12/21
Written by James Edward Lee Sr. ©2021
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