recked but pay no heed and through the wood's
to a gas station though some path witch thought it was warning
thick and dark
couldn't have caught me
a rock 25 yard's to the left
it was early and they were on brunch
the stand still stood off silent
not even a twig snap in sight
supply running short
lacked having any support
we had to abort
Fornicator you believe in abortion
Adulterer you believe in abortion
Rapist do you believe in abortio
Father God has kissed your nose your lips blew his life essence
Into your tiny chest He created you
Instantly for it takes God man and a woman to create a human being
Always
Always it's a choice
Yet you believe that at certain trimester life
Isn't life but it only takes an instant
To create
a spark the breath of air from God's own light
Let's get it right
Who are you to kill a life
If you don't want a child women keep your legs closed pants up and dress down
Men keep your genitals to yourself
4/1/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
The harder I fight,
the stronger they wield
The sharper their knives,
the thicker my shield
The louder their shouts,
the deeper my scream
Reality theirs,
—all time but a dream
The moment they chose,
my spirit was gone
Their words uninvited,
dead verse to a song
That plays a reunion,
a reckoning of sorts
Whose lyrics birth silent
—as curses abort
(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2017)
To Exhort and Never Abort
Why should God's mission we want to abort
When He is the one who we should exhort
Come to Him with faith and in always believe
So as Savior can welcome as well as receive.
Message to me is loud, clean and complete
One day with God in heaven we will meet
Arrive in heaven and Him you will adore
From sin and grief are relieved for evermore.
James Serious Mysterious Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
30 minutes that’s all you got
Just 30 minute to live and to die
You have no experience with anything
Except breathing and seeing
What would you save?
What could you save?
Your mind is undeveloped
Your senses just begin to tingle
You can’t communicate except to cry
You have seen maybe 10 faces
Were do you take these when you die
Did Jesus stop by or did he miss you
I certainly hope not
Because then you become inanimate
Did you really live at all.
How do we measure time when it comes to a life?
When did it start and how did it end.
Somehow abort sounds harsh and life seems cruel.
But we the living are prejudice because we did not have to make that choice
Little children in heaven are the same ones you’ll find in hell.
A child of mine was not to be, because of sinful deeds;
A life of fun & frolic too, I missed the lines between the two;
For mother & child is brilliant news, as long as none was between fun;
I caught the tear with the fear that mother and child were hapless few.
Conniving me, planned my plea just to see the little child flee;
Folks did talk me in, about the sinful act;
heads I win, tales I lose was always something of impact;
Playing around was total fun & bothered me the least when down;
Then came a time when I was fined by voices from above;
Broken down with issues flare;
The guilt was on my head,blind and unconcerned;
Surrender was my only bender when heavens gate opened but closed the moment I was near;
And from that far I look around and saw that hell was staring down at me.