I was sleeping, and now I must awaken

A Queen among men

A Goddess among mortals

I will Rise again

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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.

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Q. Lenise Lee

A small moment in the vastness of all that is.

But, most assuredly, it is Glorious.

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Q. Lenise Lee

As we learn

together,

gathering Balance

in between moments,

focusing light,

moving as one

with the Universe,

establishing the course,

Meaning unfolds

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Q. Lenise Lee

I am.

Reborn in the morning,

settled at eventide.

In balance.

As one,

with the Universe.

All things that were.

All things that are.

All things that will be.

I am.

Art and artist.

Creation and creator.

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Q. Lenise Lee

I have a vision in my mind, of

Everything.

Existence.

Eternity.

Reality.

All

things in between, and

outside of

them. And then

I write

simply

carefully

BOLDLY.

I am.

I will

BE.

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Q. Lenise Lee

 

 

I see the

Sky, unfolding

I am

humbled

empowered

amazed

I am

surrounded by

Light

and the possibilities

of the All

I want to

feel

light in

my eyes

and listen

to the nothingness

and fullness of

the morning

Moments are

filled

to the brim of

breaking while

I want to lose time

or have

time lose

me

whichever

is least binding

most

fulfilling

to feel

fully

alive

.

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

made possible

 

I believe in the infinity

of this moment

 

I was made to create

to define

to refine

to be

to become

 

One in All, All in One

 

~

Q. Lenise Lee

 

Queen of Heaven

Lady of Light

Goddess of the All

Arise and Ascend, your throne

By Moonlight : Interlude I : Hyperion and Theia

“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.”

He nodded.  

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.

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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By Moonlight 2.3 : Show No Fear

By Moonlight 2.2 : Offerings and Other Things

By Moonlight 2.1 : Fire and Ice, and Sun and Moon

By Moonlight 2.0 : Rise, Queen

By Moonlight 1.5: Shay, Into the Light

By Moonlight 1 : The Beginning

By Moonlight: Interlude III

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.

Rise, My Queen

from The Thought Journal of Ethan

By Moonlight, An Apocalyptic Fairy Tale by Q. Lenise Lee

In moments where the energy radiates BRIGHT, the call of Destiny sings

Q. 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

xoxo

moonlit daze

sunkissed knights

wandering

spirit that dwells

spirit which longs

spirit who calls

for oneness, union

push and pull

toward home

light love laughter

living

beyond existing

evolving.

within me

a thought,

calling to the universe

the four loves

door and key

sun and moon

searching mysteries

to find

the solution

to the equation

muse, in all forms

queen

of the universe

all energy

flowing abundantly

through me

and all

i am.

Awakening

I needed to experience

The All

Wandering among stars,
hot summer,
late twilight.

Lost within

The chaos

Prayer, solitide

Roaming, heathen

Calling, seeking

divine powers

following trails,
seeking One.

Finally,

The Beacon

tiny diamond, in the night

Still there, ever hunting
restless, roaming

the call of the wild sounds

There is no answer back

Toward light, instead

Reflection,

Needed to
wander after the dusk.

Wanted to
scatter from the dawn.

Understand

WhyHowWhoWhat

Quick breath, lost thought, frenzied mind, untamed spirit

Am i.

I am.

Bound. Bonded.

Untethered. Freed.

Draw back

Reclaim

Awaken

Waiting. Wanting.

No longer willing
to submit

to fallen, sullen abandon

Hair out. Wild. Free.

Antenna up. Open, angled,

toward the cosmos

Today. I let go.

Surrender to the ether.

exhale,

draw peace.

Sound of rain. Roll of thunder. Beam of Sun. Shimmer of moon.

Balanced.

Ascended dreamer

Today,

I rise

mood, spirit

mild, tempered

seeking, waiting.

I must initiate

evolution

change, ascension

rebalance.

Yet

in all things

I am still

wife, queen

calling to

husband, king

For moments

For touch

For love

For companionship,

memories will not fade,

bonds will not bend,

destiny will not be held.

 

WordPress Family Award

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

http://dragoneystory.wordpress.com/

Dan’s prose just make my heart melt!

http://danroberson.wordpress.com/

Bobbi’s poetry cause the spirit to leap

http://tornadoday.wordpress.com/

Wendell’s poems are filled with truth and inspiration

http://foreverpoetic.wordpress.com/

My favorite Facebook pal..we haven’t chatted in a while, but I’m gonna’ msg him soon

http://justsimplyinlove.wordpress.com/

And here are 5 6 more weblogs that I love to visit as often as possible:

http://aquacompass7.wordpress.com/

http://gtsphotos2012.wordpress.com/

http://mickyblueeyes.wordpress.com/

http://rastelly.com/

http://ourexcelsior.wordpress.com/

http://hillsofherchastity.wordpress.com/

Sorry, this was supposed to be short!  Have an awesome Sunday all!

~lenise~

Beautiful by Lenise Lee

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♥

Broken

falling

fading

fragmented

pieces of me scattering

dark

dim

despair

no silver halo to guide fragile eyes

Spark

Shimmer

Splendor

Dawn treading triumphantly along the golden horizon

Rising

Radiant

Reborn

broken no more, Hope Revived. Rescued.

Synopsis

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?

Excerpt

“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…

All Text ©2012 by Lenise Lee Pubn. All Rights Reserved.

Love Me. Hate Me.

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.