I started to fly this time,
Injecting the inclusions of notable eyes.
They’re always calling me a name I can’t yet find.
But this is happiness right?
Ten-thousand years of life
Ten-thousand years that I bleed,
And I weep,
And I breathe the hue’s of an emperors sheet,
A fools’ gold left me with the sins of Adam & Eve
I have a clear quartz sphere that has a galaxy inside
effervescent inclusions of suspended breadcrumbs
a blow of dust snapshot of another dimension who
pay their bills kiss their infants and tend their lawns
and we… the grains, held in yet another playground
We should pray, I have been praying more.'
I am maybe..Or was maybe not a strong
Prayer.' Yet I am becoming more aware of
Its major position in the setting of faith.'
I have been warching for instance the family
Of 'Rev Tom Horn' i don't know of his particular
Conviction in Chritianity.? Yet if he is saved.?
Which to all intents he is, the prayers appear
Superflous..' Yet in our human frailty we pray.'
As I have indeed bowed my head with his
Family, and prayed moved by the devotion i
See, So this highlights more the need to pray in
To unresolved situations of life in general if
I look back 30 40 50 years ago, the Christian
Nations Would have been called to prayer on
Occasions of tradgedy disease war threats.'
I can't speak for other religions.' I address that
Which I know most of.' So we see a different
World.' A supposedly more inclusive world.?
However what are the 'inclusions? And do they
Cause strength? I note in diamonds they are
Not. Desired' what of us.?
RESPONSIBILITIES
motives
bequeathed
apparently
& ostensibly
in a
generative
proliferation
of
inherent perspective
of
upcoming
tranquillity
employed
as
aestheticas
inclusions
with conviction
embedded
in a
mirror image
to disclose
hard-pressed
perfection
translated
by reason
There by the fence;
one lavender rose.
Carved amethyst;
petals delicately
crisped with,
glassy inclusions,
as only amethyst crystal
can present to the,
pensive eye.
A lavender rose
from Gaia’s womb
is a heart
full of love;
bleeding
empathy.
You won't clip my wings
Lies don't change a thing.
Time for me to roar
Awaiting my chance to soar.
Soon memories will fade
For false promises were made.
Perhaps on both inclusions
There's only one conclusion.
The bite of life has struck again
Venom can't be sucked as way back then.
My wings are prepared for flight
My heart knows this is right.
Lies don't change a thing
You won't clip my wings.
Time for me to soar
As I turn and roar.
I M M E N S E C O N D E N S E D
I Instructed by a plot, broken into paltry portion
M Mauled into small, mammoth to screaming speck
M Mountain range cramped, meandering cancelled
E Elements of concept squashed into essence
N No word left unchecked, numerous adaptations
S Scrutinised, all adjacent scoured thoroughly
E Erraditacate unnecessary words, edit again
C Captivate from word one, add an anomaly
O Owe the audience pleasure, build their trust
N Never accept the standard, leave cliche alone
D Dive into the character's psyche, dig their dirt
E Employing research makes validity emerge
N Nullify nonsense inclusions, nudge away distractions
S Set up captured fast in short form, stir in surprise
E Every line moves story forward, each essential
D Diagnose end point, not long form done and dusted
Terminal velocity maximum thrill, always falling against my will,
Acceleration gives me a chill, supersonic speed but standing still…
Falling in love with just one look, my romantic desires by the brook,
An exotic escapade by the book, lavish lavender skies is all it took…
Falling into Oblivion beyond my control, lamenting life takes its toll,
Landing in a diminishing dust bowl, the decreasing of my silent soul…
Realities that mirror illusions, amidst fast binding fraudulent fusions,
Increasing speeds of idol inclusions, I’m sinking into secular seclusions…
Falling in dreams wide awake, viewing scenes as they slide and shake,
Jump into my mind and see it ache, fall into my heart and see it break…
Fast falling into the unknown, reaching now where the wind has blown,
I am the King who has lost his thrown, forever falling finite on my own.
May.27.2020
Falling Poetry
Sponsored by
Kai Michael Neumann
N/A for contest
Down in my heart flows the bloodline;
While in my mind Sparks the thoughts;
My heart bounce pumps love kind;
My brain charges electroids brought;
And the matters of matter is tangible;
And the thought of thoughts is plausible;
Not caught in inclusions;
I keep moving
3/22/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2020
Within our Green Sanctuary
extensive proposal-writing family:
When did universal political salvation
become a uniform economy of non-redemption?
When did worshiping Earth's Divinity
become celebrating humanity's Humanism?
When did unitarian win/win webs
wombs
root systems
eggs
seeds
umbilical cords of compassion's DNA nutrition,
living forests,
dynamic oceans,
multiculturing climates,
robust atmospheres,
harmonic communions
resonant re-creation stories
become smug and self-satisfied win/lose evolution theories,
supported by side by side religious walls
of mutual theology-trumps-ecology exclusion
of right-brain felt inclusions?
When will we universal-leftbrain and rightbrain-unitarian nondually notice,
Yang with Yinclusive,
EgoPatriarch with EcoFeminist appreciate,
that "ecological exclusion",
like "military cognitive/emotive win/win intelligence"
is an extended anti-family oxymoron?
Both left-brain dissonant
and right-brain longing for healthier resilient resonance?
When do we remember
to celebrate competitive win/lose Labor Day
by growing
and demarginalizing
and uncommodifying
cooperative win/win grace-filled Play Day?
soothing your soul self
a knowing within your heart
what is best for you
dream state magic
introspective sureness
living your truth
bathing your soul self
hearing yourself realistically
being the most healthy statistically
living your joy artistically
following your absolute truth mystically
your angel guides know the eliminations and
inclusions that you will need to delight in
your bliss and live your true soul self
Jumping to conclusions
Reinforces your illusions
That the way things are
Are how they shouldn’t be.
To avoid any confusions
Or suspicions of delusions
Some investigation
Seems to be the key.
Then you’ll find, to the exclusions
Of some paranoid collusions,
That the things you thought
Are not exactly true…
So be sure that such inclusions
Happen fast before seclusions
Are the punishments
That wait in store for you.
Aspire to be a sparkling jewel,
A diamond, precious, pure,
Reflecting back the light of the world
In beautiful and dazzling ways.
A clear, pure stone reflects more light;
But gem's inclusions block the rays.
Your life cannot be brilliant, sparkling,
If dirty sin within it lurks.
Turn your back to sin and darkness,
Purge 'inclusions' all away.
Let God's heav'nly light shine through you.
Then you'll be a sparkling jewel.
Engraved within my chest's a ruby beating,
An image of my precious wondrous rare;
I mined it from a sanguine vein retreating,
A carcanet arcane of grading fair.
Its lustrous tone bleeds lusty pigeon's blood;
Inclusions nil, my closet gem's most clear;
My stone's an unrefined and uncut stud,
A carbuncle inflamed of rating dear.
This payment fine accounts a carmine fool:
I rent my heart to lease a costly rock,
A tarnished shape for varnished casket's jewel,
A carnifex encased of trading stock.
I've paid my chest to get a carnal treat;
I've graved my casket, earned a carcass beat.
Bright stars shine in night skies
Like bangles, baubles and beads
Puts a twinkle in every girl's eyes
Like a gift of fine jewelry
A pair of sun stone earrings
Presented to the daughter I love
Some expensive fatherly bling
The price for her, one hug
Red copper reflecting inclusions
Dark middles fade to light edges
An adventurine feldspar illusion
Perfect for eternal love pledges
Turquoise blue or teal green schiller
Either one is an eye to heart thriller
October 21 2016
ladies ring size 7 1/2 color: teal green
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