A new thought that is an old thought unforgotten not held back not pushed down Lifted up Ascended . . . . Q. Lenise Lee
to be alive
meQ. Lenise Lee
I summon the power of Self awareness ability awakening the power of the All . .. . . Q. Lenise Lee
. . .. . I want to rest but my mind doesn't cease probing the known universe Awake and in sleep always searching Seeking the portal to the unseen, unknown cosmos of the All The words echo Don't explain just do Follow your will to the beginning of something new Stop living in the moment after Live and be in the moment that is right now Looking for clues Asking for understanding fulfillment peace in my mind So I write until the world first breaks then expands then opens Freeing me Revealing the ultimate truth I am the narrator This is all my creation . .. . . Q. Lenise Lee
my StrengthQ. Lenise Lee
to have this love that no one can accept this light and no one to receive it this open heart where no one may dwell . . . . Q. Lenise Lee
AliveQ. Lenise Lee
I called out to the universe. . And the universe spoke back. . In that moment. For the first time. I heard my own voice. . Self said to self. Welcome. To who you are. And who you will be. . . . Q.
I was alone, so I whispered to the wind. And it became a breeze that traveled to distant shores blanketing the trees, with dew from my tears a vast forest grew That burst forth with fresh flowers, whose petals circled the earth. Before landing on my windowsill, with a simple note. XoXo. To Q. From you. . . . . Q.
than what the barriers, of this world
.But I use my pain, to create energy. And that energy, makes magic. And that magic, fills the world, with wonder. And that wonder, ignites Light. And that Light, lifts souls. Out, of darkness.
I’m a love story kinda girl. I love stories. About defying odds. Saving the day. Rising to the occasion. Moving mountains. Hurtling barriers. I love stories. About Lovers in sync. Destinies intertwined. Stars aligned. Lips locked. Hearts pounding. I love stories. Where I am. The narrator of my life. Living out every possibility.
Let me accept the power of who I am
the energy that flows through my bones
the strength and resilience of my spirit
the hope and determination that beat hard in my chest
Let me live every moment, and love every moment that I live.
My energy is.
My energy becomes.
My energy will be,
the movement that stirs the destiny of the world
Hints of warmth, tease souls
Dreams float, on daises
Summer vibes, reborn
I was sleeping, and now I must awaken
A Queen among men
A Goddess among mortals
I will Rise again
Q. Lenise Lee
I want to, Create
and by creating, Live
and by living, Become
and by becoming, Find You
by finding you,
I, Find Myself
Q. Lenise Lee
balance and energy.
the call of the universe,
pulling us to greater heights.
the spirit of the universe,
pursuing us into our wildest dreams.
Q. Lenise Lee
A small moment in the vastness of all that is.
But, most assuredly, it is Glorious.
Q. Lenise Lee
As we learn
in between moments,
moving as one
with the Universe,
establishing the course,
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Reborn in the morning,
settled at eventide.
with the Universe.
All things that were.
All things that are.
All things that will be.
Art and artist.
Creation and creator.
Q. Lenise Lee
I have a vision in my mind, of
things in between, and
them. And then
Q. Lenise Lee
I see the
and the possibilities
of the All
I want to
to the nothingness
and fullness of
to the brim of
I want to lose time
is least binding
Q. Lenise Lee
I believe in the ether
and the void
and the light
and in everything in between
I have the day in my head
and in my hands
caught up in my heart
and in my spirit
I believe in rest
and in motion
I believe in small, carefully planned steps
I believe in giant, careless leaps
I believe in the impossible
I believe in the infinity
of this moment
I was made to create
One in All, All in One
Q. Lenise Lee
Queen of Heaven
Lady of Light
Goddess of the All
Arise and Ascend, your throne
I am the movement which stirs the wind. Onward.
Once a purpose is threaded into my being, I cannot be paused.
It must be done.Q. Lenise Lee
“Shall we assist them?”
They spoke, but not in a manner that any human could fully comprehend, and not in a language that any human could completely understand or speak fluently.
They existed, but not on a frequency that mankind could dwell within for more than a flash of a moment, or what they perceived to be a moment.
They constantly observed, with the children of men having only the slightest sensation of their presence.
They battled and waged great wars amongst one another and on scales so immense that the sons of Adam and the daughters of Eve were only signaled of their occurence by way of unpredicted and grand celestial events.
They also loved, more tenderly than any mother or father toward a newborn, and more passionately than a lover with a newfound kindred spirit.
Yet now, through all they had witnessed over the eons, since the dawning of all things, this moment had caught their fullest attention.
Great members of the House of the Pantheons stood on alert, contemplating if intervention was needed – not only to save mankind but, more importantly, to save themselves.
Man would continually evolve and regress and then return to a thinking, contemplating species only to tumble downward once more, as was his destiny, but the celestials were created to overcome such a barbaric cycle.
However, here and now, this perceived moment could potentially be the beginning of the undoing of the many layers and ribbons that enfolded the fabric of reality itself.
Hyperion, mighty king of Sol, looked, more like motioned his celestial energy toward, Theia, his wife, mother of Luna and Gaia.
She acknowledged him by casting forward a rippling wave of light energy of her own to touch the source of his being.
If they were to manifest into tender flesh, he would be in the appearance of a kind and jolly father, handsome and robust for his age; and she would be a startling beauty, too vibrant to be thought of as a mother and too enigmatic to be anything other than adored by all.
“We will wait,” was her quiet, calm reply. “They must prove themselves worthy of our help.”
She was correct, as always.
His wife was the more rationale one, and he, the more radical of the pair.
Where she was meditative and strategic, he was quick to action with pure emotion.
Still, Hyperion could not shake the feeling that on this particular point, she could be – dare he think it – wrong.
Perhaps not assisting the humans in this particular struggle could prove to be a mistake.
These two were different.
They were more like gods than humans.
Demi-gods, of course, but that was only a play on words and concepts most of the time.
Quickly, he returned his attention to the seriousness of the situation at hand.
Every timeline from this point forward played out before him.
The pair were victorious in none.
And in the process of losing, they would destroy half of the earth and most of the lifeforms that dwelled upon her, by accident, time and time again.
They were too inexperienced in this form of combat, and had very little knowledge as to how to truly harness, focus, and control the power that swirled erratically and chaotically within their genes.
Now bonded, they were like a nuclear inferno, with all of the correct fusions reacting all at once.
Poised to blow in all directions, consuming all things in its path.
“No, dearest,” he spoke to her in a loving wave, “you are incorrect. This bonded pair has already proven much.” He continued as his memory replayed the couple’s individual lifelines. “We have seen it, since their births, how they have already overcome many trials, traps, and adversities, and are still pulsing with a wonderfully bright beacon of purest light.”
He paused, awaiting a stern objection, but none came.
“Husband,” Theia replied, turning her glorious being in his direction. To Hyperion’s shock, she was smiling, or what a human would describe as smiling, if ever a human could see her true face without being consumed. “Finally. You see beyond passion. You see true reason. You see true purpose. And yes, I agree. My initial judgement was in err… on purpose,” she quickly added. “We will intervene…but not just yet.”
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She is his Queen. The drip of his pulse taps out her name. The pull of his heart seeks out her essence. His thoughts sync only with her ka, her spirit, the essential presence that is she. Woman who has stolen his will to be, to exist, to breathe. She who has lifted the dark bonds that once held him tight, imprisoned within the enemy of himself. By moonlight she appeared, dressed in the rays of cosmos, crowned by the starlight. At dawn, they walked hand in hand, moving against the cloak of the cosmos, in fear of none, in search of the All.
By Moonlight, An Apocalyptic Fairy Tale by Q. Lenise Lee
If time is the distraction, then the moment is not the joy.Q. Lenise Lee
Awaken and be nourished, by the morningQ. Lenise Lee
Twilight looms. Weaving its calm through hearts and minds. We slow our motion toward a long pause. The sun, elixor of life, makes her bed and burrows down beyond the western sky. Night yawns then raises its silvery halo. Another evening of laughter then rest wraps tenderly around the world.Q. Lenise Lee
The sky opened and spoke.
Goddess. You are Reborn this day.
With all of your Infinite Light flowing.
One Truth. With many Infinite possibilities.
~ Q. Lenise Lee
spirit that dwells
spirit which longs
spirit who calls
for oneness, union
push and pull
light love laughter
calling to the universe
the four loves
door and key
sun and moon
to the equation
muse, in all forms
of the universe
I needed to experience
Wandering among stars,
tiny diamond, in the night
Still there, ever hunting
the call of the wild sounds
There is no answer back
Toward light, instead
wander after the dusk.
scatter from the dawn.
Quick breath, lost thought, frenzied mind, untamed spirit
No longer willing
to fallen, sullen abandon
Hair out. Wild. Free.
Antenna up. Open, angled,
toward the cosmos
Today. I let go.
Surrender to the ether.
Sound of rain. Roll of thunder. Beam of Sun. Shimmer of moon.
the grand struggle.
I must initiate
in all things
I am still
memories will not fade,
bonds will not bend,
destiny will not be held.
I will keep this short and sweet…A super cool guy on WP passed this wonderful…awesome…amazing award on to me….It’s been so long since I received one of these great prizes that I was truly shocked that he did so. It really added the icing on the cake to make this one of my best weeks in months.
Thank you to…. http://prayingforoneday.wordpress.com …who also happens to be the 6x winner of the Best Moments Award! Seriously, his blog is great…Hope you take a minute to visit there :~)
His only rule was to pass it along to 10 others…Sadly, I stepped away from WordPress for awhile and lost contact with a lot of my peeps (hoping to cross virtual paths with some new ones), so I can only think of a few great writers, poets, and artists who have made my return a very pleasant one and who have also confirmed that WP is one of the only social networks where I get a sense of *positive* community…
…For every like and comment you have so graciously given, or for each moment spent taking the time to read my rambling thoughts…Thank you and I’m extending the WordPress FamilyAward on to you!
Andy is always my #1 ..He’s on hiatus, but his blog is fabulous..great smiles there
Dan’s prose just make my heart melt!
Bobbi’s poetry cause the spirit to leap
Wendell’s poems are filled with truth and inspiration
My favorite Facebook pal..we haven’t chatted in a while, but I’m gonna’ msg him soon
And here are
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Sorry, this was supposed to be short! Have an awesome Sunday all!
I like to believe that I was born with an elegant and quiet strength. These are personal qualities that I value and I have a habit of granting my female characters these same traits. But…what about those moments when I’m weak and unable to hold up a dwindling resistance? Everyone has a limit, an absolute breaking point when only the tender touch of another human being will help us rise from the shadows. When and if we fall…who will be there to help lift us up again?
These were the questions I pondered while pulling this tale together. It presents a teasing and seemingly simple scenario…Follow your heart or allow your mind to lead the way? Both forces hold equally powerful sway on the decisions we make from moment to moment every day of our lives….Which will emerge victorious this time? Desire or obligation?
As a side note…I originally considered titling this novella ‘Broken’; however, since I strive to remain an eternal optimist, I chose the name that brought the biggest smile to my face…‘Beautiful’…with a faint hope that simply reading this word of praise would do the same for some restless heart on the other side of this screen…LL♥
pieces of me scattering
no silver halo to guide fragile eyes
Dawn treading triumphantly along the golden horizon
broken no more, Hope Revived. Rescued.
Miyah has a choice to make…Her intimate attachments to the two men in her life possess the power to draw her closer to her heart’s desire or bind her from taking a chance on true love…Which destiny will she choose?
“And, of course,” a tiny dimple appeared in her chin as she spoke, “the first taste goes to the boss.”
Miyah carefully picked up one of the fancy treats and turned to Shawn. A playful smirk ran across her mouth as she held the dessert near his face. Her impish stare locked onto irises the color of white crystal surrounded by a halo of ocean blue. Hot pink lips stretched opened and prepared to sink into the heavy whipped cream but, at the very last second, Miyah withdrew the cupcake from within his tongue’s reach. A heavy laugh rumbled from the square chest underneath Shawn Dougherty’s white linen shirt. The top buttons of his dress shirt were undone, and Miyah watched his Adam’s apple bob up and down with each deep chuckle he released.
Shawn leaned forward again. This time, the teasing woman didn’t disappoint him…
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What motivates my pen is simply wanting to be understood and accepted for who I truly am and not by what everyone casually observes on the outside. Although self-publishing was not my first hope (excuse the twinkle in my eyes), years later, I am at peace with realizing it was the best path to take. I have learned to enjoy the rewards of journeying on the fringes of obscurity. The deadlines I set are under my own intense scrutiny and the limits of what I can create are determined only by the boundaries of my vivid imagination. I am free to roam about my colorful universe as often as I please or not at all. I am free to flourish or fail as an author without the beam of a microscope constantly aimed at me. I am also free to wander the thin, shaky line between living as a person and confessing my dreams as a nameless poet, between being a woman and weeping out my fears as an unknown writer.
I love the hours I spend contemplating the perfect kiss. I hate that I am absent of the power to push every emotion flawlessly across the page.
I love sharing the pure desire swimming in my heart. I hate knowing that blank eyes are scouring the lines of my precious words simply for the joy of pointing out typos.
I love pouring out a love story not defined by race or color. I hate that because this is all the world sees, most of these tales will become lost to the wind.
I love being lenise lee. I hate that I am the only one who sees her true potential.