We should take the courage to face what have went wrong
And at the same time acknowledge what went right
We should count the days we became the happiest
We should not count the times we made mistakes
Remember you can either count the times we made mistakes
Or count the times you could learn from them
We all have some things we do well,
Which bring us pride and pleasure,
That sense of true accomplishment
Which no one else can measure.
For even if we only please
Ourselves, that is sufficient
To even out the ways in which
We find that we’re deficient.
It’s nice to get acknowledgement
For something we’ve completed,
But even if we don’t, there is
No need to feel defeated.
Of course, that’s what we’re meant to say,
Yet I am not deluded,
Since everyone would benefit
From praise, myself included.
While standing on the shoulders of giants
If quoting them becomes our reliance
These presents of mind
Can leave a soul blind
Leaving presence of mind to defy us
The tales you uphold have woven themselves across the thread of breath
Flowing through us as a guiding light underneath a new moon
Rays of the earth painting you in it’s image
Holding truth in the slumber of your hippocampus
Segmented before me—you’ve caught my attention
Sorrow arises as the sincerity had always stood bare
You’re evidence of an unspoken gospel
Rising beyond the insanity I dance in
Mapping the secrets of our lineage—you stand
Storing energy from the steps imprinted through resilience
You didn’t ask to bear witness—or did you?
The sole survivor of us
An anchor against the shadows of escapism
I’m a fencepost
With barbed wire
Leaning
On the prairie
I don’t know
What I’m keeping in
Or
What I’m keeping out
I’m just a fencepost
With barbed wire
Leaning
On the prairie
It's ok to be empathetic
Have grace for others
Respect others
Be compassionate to others
Forgive those who hurt you
Be kind no matter what
Love even when it's not reciprocal
Believe when there's no hope
Never exact revenge
Don't judge others
Help those in need
Perhaps this describe your way of living, don't change.
Living in this present moment of life from 3rd/4th dimension stand point
I've noticed many don't care if somebody respect, love, or help them
Their incapacity of feeling/receiving is due to much endured trauma
Some just refuse to ask for tools to work on healing
They rather obtain a hateful/revengeful state of mind.
I did great today.
I saw pride in the faces of people I loved.
I saw them open their arms
For a hug, for a pat on my back.
Cheers, smiles and praises greeted me
As I walked past them all.
I saw faces I loved
But I was searching for yours.
In the midst of the crowd,
My eyes scanned for you
Hoping in the slightest you'd be there,
Hoping that perhaps you would've forgotten it all
To see me win.
I wish you saw,
I wish you saw how much I achieved,
And how great I did today.
Acknowledge yourself first~~ stop searching for it !
Someone once told me,
Crying is acknowledging the dead.
Normally I’d agree, but
as I lie on my bedspread,
Thinking about who knows what,
I realize I’m not dead.
I cry all the while being alive.
I’m here but filled with dread.
So,
Am I soon to be dead?
Dinosaur has been long forgotten
And so the truth
They are all hidden in the fossils
Of the olden days
Away from this century
Archaeologists come up with fossils
But deep hidden truth still not found
So wars, chaos, racism, terrorism, Hegemony, corruptions and epidemics
Continue to burst out
Truth found with the the meditation of philosopher
Is always without acknowledgement of mankind
A fossil of truth is never found
In the present world
And so the truth will continue to become
A fossil of the next generation
Someone smiled at me today.
I responded with a cheery g'day.
Such simple gestures to convey,
As we both went our merry way.
Just the facts;
No time to relax;
Tensions mounting;
I become all that;
Once imprisoned;
In my negative vision;
I turned my life around;
Made a decision;
To acknowledge my Lord and Savior
Alleluia
PRAISE THE LORD OUR GOD
Hallelujah
5/26/19
There is something bout' the real of God
If you don't believe at your END TIMES
You will
There's something bout' the love of Jesus
If you don't believe in, you still may receive it
and....
There is something bout' Jesus
There is something bout' Father God
Just keep on not believing, it's your choice and...
If you won't believe and receive in TIME
don't WORRY
cause EVERY KNEE
SHALL BOW
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THE SAVED
THE BRAVE
THE SINNER
THE SAINT
THOSE WILL
THOSE WON'T
THE SINNER-MAN
YES, EVEN THE KLAN
THE RICH
THE POOR
ALL DENOMINATIONS
THE SIGHTED
THE BLIND
THE WICKED
THE KIND
JUST KEEP LIVING.... AND THEN DIE
EVERY ONE WILL AND SHALL....
CONFESS WITH HIS LAST BREATH...
~praise ye the Lord MY GOD
YES I WILL
YES YOU WILL
11/06/18
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2018©
A seasonal breeze is when I loomed you,
You were as beautiful as any floret in the shrubbery.
I grabbed your hand,
And we ambled hand and hand through the estate.
We consumed the day playing,
And relishing each other company,
While the day embraces our overview to our union.
The hilarity and joyous times,
Binge throughout the day of erudition.
We express about former love and heartache,
Reminiscing on the agony and life lessons we learned.
The way I feel when we're composed
Specially when you're in my arms
I can variety of affection to you endlessly
But you don't want to go that distant
You want to know what's in my sentiment.
So I appreciate the growing of my mind,
Evolving my emotion for yours,
And the acknowledgement of our love .
The roses are the best at the tree
The eyes on them rejoice
Gather the iris spree
Say Aah with the glee in the voice
When from the branches quite high
Someone plucks a few and then leaves
In a bunch on a tray on the sly
A little irritation under the sleeves
What I am not inclined to do for myself
A sky like attitude is doing that for me
Somewhat hesitantly I see it there on the shelf
But then on the flower there is also a bee
Out of the pink a heart incognito
The molecules of the love-laden mind
Rejoicing at the fact that I cannot say no
To the Premium membership and does it hiding behind
You are a good soul whoever you are
Though the difference doesn't matter much for me
In the harsh daylight you are in the hidden stars
Thank you for the cup of tea
April 12, 2018
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