The Beauty in My Eye
The Beauty in My Eye
The Beauty in My Eye
The Beauty in My Eye
To God be the glory
For everything He's created for His story
All things are beautiful
Abundantly Soul beautiful for the eye
For Elohim Father makes everything beautiful
The beauty of my eyes
The beauty of my eye
The beauty in my eyes
In there be no surprise
There's beauty in the wyes
God beholds all beauty
The beauty in my eyes
Looking through the eyes
Of Him, Father Elohim
I see myself as He sees me
Beautiful for in Him
His all things are beautiful
The beauty in my eye
The Beauty in My Eye
The Beauty in My Eye
The Beauty in My Eye
Beauty in my eye
Sustains division that impairs my thoughts
Resonates as I do stare the beauty in my eye
The beauty in my eyes
Suffice the feelings that are inside, I stride
I embrace a Saturday as I resonate the beauty
I conspire this all consuming in my eye
His all things are beautiful
The beauty in my eye
The Beauty in My Eye
The Beauty in My Eye
The Beauty in My Eye
6/3/25
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.2025
Categories:
wyes, allegory, analogy, beautiful, inspirational
Form: Dramatic Verse
yours eyes were there
tell things i already knew
you lied
but eyes i listened to
not the voice saying no
your wyes were warm
but they brought so much harm
Categories:
wyes, 8th grade,
Form: Free verse
Everyone is important in their own eyes for the wyes reflects one’s mirror to the soul and inner enlightenment and reflections of one true heart, one mind, one body and one soul.
Categories:
wyes, beauty, character, childhood, confidence,
Form: Bio
Bow down to the queen
The intervention of god and Satan
Listen to her words are be sodomized, ye bastards of the slumps
Honor the demoness of carnage and sin
A prophet of suffering and death
An opening void of warmagedon
Hail Demora
Becoming a new adoration
Her boundless joy
She slain all risen gods
Submit to her delighted rage
Hail Demora
Ignoramuses charge the gate
Victims of her blood sport
Executed underneath the cursed sun
The wrath of a ruling queen
Eradicated under the mass death
Spare none, treachery, you will not survive
Her infatuation of bondage torture
Till you lay skinned and rotted
She is the black vison of unholy sacrament
The birth of wilder hate
Her mastered passion greed
Forges a new dark age
Playing the view of war, she grins
With sinister wyes echoing a demonic laughter
As innocent burn in cremation
Hail Demora
Categories:
wyes, evil, fantasy,
Form: Free verse