I choose to dwell in frothy clouds…
with a mindset unfixed
Random instincts spaced out
In the cumulus mix
An expansive effusion
Far out and beyond my temporal shackles
Free are my thoughts without prompt
Closed minds shallow and
desolate debacles
dissipate in this airy romp
On wispy clouds I dwell in…
high above I’ve risen
Here no need to reason
nor the blends of interpretation
Far away, so far from you, ascended
From the fiery pit below
which awaits my return
Where blazing saddles shame my name
where gross gossip lives and
bloody rumors stain,
Ablaze are the blame games
I dwell in cirrus pillows…
The scoped hemispheric
veils, bands and billows
Musings— using me
I chose to dwell in halo clouds
My mind with no refrains
Nothing to lose nothing to gain
A spirit free from hate
Soley my mind
Opens heaven’s gate
Look into my eyes
Solely for you, you will see
The color of love
You R my holy
You’re my Glory
You R my story
My solely, Hallelujah
Once thought myself lowly
Unholy
But Jesus in my life He role He,
Bestow me, uphold me
He’s mine Ghetto homie
None controls me
He’s mostly Love, Mercies, Grace from above;
My Father although he
Sent His Son down to die for you and I
Through Him we shall not die
Know we the Father Jesus Son He adobe
Abodes on the right hand of the Father, (Hallelujah)
Hope he
He does
Knows me
He does
Homie
He is
Ago He is
Now past, present and future
He loves me unconditional
Once thought myself lowly
Unholy
But Jesus in my life He role He,
Bestow me, uphold me
He’s mine Ghetto homie
None controls me
He’s mostly Love, Mercies, Grace from above;
You R my holy
You’re my Glory
You R my story
My solely, Hallelujah
1/9/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2023©
I've done this audibly and solely in my closet
To him holy wholly now I'm speaking sharing in text now
How true He knows my heart and how I'm ever grateful for all His blessings Even though I don't continue to always say it daily
But in my sub-consciousness in my spirit I know that I am increasingly blessed And I know that He needs to hear that I love and thank Him Always
He loves me ever so and I love Him just as much.
I wish I could love Him more so more.
But if I speak it allow Aloud and Believe In My Heart. Amen
You know, no one can measure your love of God in your heart but God.
His love overflows through and in me no man can see how.
He's touched my heart and how I also believe renewed stilled loved chosen
And approved Worthy of His love, for some reason especially for this day
His day, in His will, His way I am His love and I feel loved I m beholden
And I know that He needs to hear that I love and thank Him, Always
SOLEY IN MY CLOSET BEHOLDEN I AM PRAYING-
9/24/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2022©
"So long as we live in the mutiny of archaic order, there will be no lack of dispensation to the sorts of liberty that's lost under it's rule of exploitation, soley designed, to enslave the benefactor of a free-thinking mind."
Alfredo Gonzales ©
i 2 have a dream
That one day
The poor will have enough
to eat and change to spare
Every child has both a
mother and father
And clean water to drink
And the sad and bleak
Who endlessly and soley
write about being sad and
put upon
Can find that certain missing
peace and happiness
To make the whole world
including them
Smile so broadly
even the unfortunate
For just a single second
See the darkened clouds
dissipate
And tunnel end illuminate
Free to love the world at last
outside this pressure cooker
looking glass
Devoid of sadness nullified
By unbridled glee and joy
happy thoughts
Where not only the fittest survive
But every species on earth
thrives
And escape this existential
perpetual nightmare
Forgive me if my humility
you do find offensive
But i would be a liar if i was
not to admit
That it doesn't fill my heart
and head with joy
When something positive complimentary comes my
way
And is written in my
comments box about a
poem i have wrote for
other's all to see
Because although though
i might to try to convince myself
That my writing is altruistic
and soley for the right reasons
Who would i be kidding and
lying to but myself
And prove once and for all
to me i am no better than
But rather the thing that
i most hate
And wished and wanted
everyone to guard against
just in case
A charlatan like me they
we're to stare directly into
the face of
Claiming innocence whilst
perpetuating a lie
God I have fallen from the sky,
Will you carry me
God I am hungry
Will you fill my soul
Lord, Father I'm lonely
Will you embrace me soley
O' Lord I'll walk strong elongated with my head high
Father I'll stand bold
I will hold, onto your hand
I appreciate you the great ALL I AM
My Lord, My God you who picks me up
12/24/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2020
I dithered , dathered circumspect
Picked up winded said mantle clock
Winded yes , but yet did not set the
time correct
For i was myself beside ,
disconnected still stuck up
caught up
Fretting festering over the
ensuing arguments and pending
postmortem
Am i in shock
Should i be in the dock
Should i be called as both
witness for the prosecution
and defense
And do i should i have a case to answer for
Crimes both present my conscious
cohesion thought bought and paid
for future proofed
Aloof and soley based on half truths
and recriminations
With social D.N.A thrown into the
mix for good measures
Always a pleasure never a chore
unti all we are left with and know
Is even if or when a clock is
winded up
Unless it's time is set correct
It's use and job is deemed
redundant pointless
Reduced to merely ornamental
circumspect evidence
In the trial of the century
You pray
You pay the good deeds
You burn your past sin
Nothing can change
You smile
You give
No one dare to guess
What mistake did you keep
You kneeled
You plead
You forget
How to make someone simply happy
You sold your love
To people far from your eyes, your ears
But the soley sole never get redeemed
For one thing that she ought to get
You've let a red thread drown
Into a deep swamp of thorns
Sealed lips what she try to give
For words never satisfy your ears
Moreover your heart
Cold shoulder, ignorance
What you choose to play
Bitter end, is that what you try to seek?
Promises that made without any obligation to take
For the sake of balancy
For the debt of past
She lose it all in your own ego
Is that the future you try to give?
fortune tellers
brunette broom Hilda
classic Gotti
Richard Smalley
hunky-dory
telling stories
Blossom Beauty
absolutely
and this is soley--
Allegory
3/21/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2020
He introduced himself as Four
Had certain bad deeds to answer for
I have a confession i need to make
To right the wrongs of my mistakes
My sins are numbered by my name
dark secrets I’ve held and soley claim
One Sunday morning a plot unfolds
Took a life to save her soul
The second occurred at 21
A bar several beers and a gun
Number three a damaging lie
Hurt many close friends of mine
The fourth accused as a thief
Charged convicted and found guilty
Prayed repented and asked for forgiveness
Meditated deeply and contemplated
Searched endless for this very moment
For gods approval and atonement
steeliest of skys
imprison frigid foregrounds
warmed soley by smiles
you are lovely
you are pure
so gently humble
so secure
And you are solely
You are only
you worth wild
you are God's child
so manageable
so honorable
And being so boldly
You are holy
And I want you to be the one
You whom serves the Father and the Son
I adore you
I love you
you are lovely
you are pure
so gently humble
so secure
And you are soley
You are only
I can't control the thoughts of yours
I want to be your one and only
to adore you
to love you
how do I know this is real
all I know is how I feel
and I truly wanna be...
you worth your wild
you are God's child
so manageable
so honorable
And being so boldly
You are holy
And you are soley
You are only
And you are soley
You are only
I am so surly
You are the only
11/13/17
from anthology "Sweet Sonata"
written by James Edward Lee Sr.
I do not
Wish to
Call you
As a name.
Nor house
The responsibilty,
Harboured by words
That are frigid,
And fit soley,
Into a frame.
Neither do I desire,
To see you,
As an object,
Reduced by
The limitations
And capacity
Of thoughts,
To be owned,
Posessed,
And aquired.
These types
Of riches,
Can certainly,
Hold nothing,
Of real value.
But to know you,
Only, as you are.
A movement,
A force,
An action,
Living,
In this moment,
That which,
Became.
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