Best Iniquity Poems
Imagine being suspended in time,
where life lives and is itself.
Conception is not a reality because
all aspects of living are present.
The heights presented is a way beyond your grasp.
Awry are your eyes looking for help.
You shout out in torment.
However, more darkness you felt.
To dispose, you firmly shook your head.
In spite of this, the calamity did not disengage.
Your [mis]fortune wanted to be fulfilled.
The depths of despair were now very real.
Almost at the end of hope, you found one last token.
You, as a true believer, asked the Lord to take over.
You release the tormented world to The Almighty Jehovah.
Life itself was not forsaken.
Have your days of torment concluded?
It is you that desire splendor.
Empowerment of all people you perceive.
Mighty is the sword and awesomely strong is the soul who conquers iniquity.
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Written February 25, 2016!
I have the power to move desperation,
I think about my ideas,
And I move my mind to my own world of imagination,
I use my powers to move people into a land of peace,
I throw my mind on the paper,
And my confidence in the pencil,
As I control the negative mind with great thoughts,
So blissful,
I have the power to move depression,
The power to flatten an emotional erruption,
I use it to save an innocent life,
I can kill an evil mind,
As sharp as a knife,
I have the power to move sorrow,
And slap it with the joys of tommorow,
I have the power to create happiness in mid air,
I have the power to blind hate with trickery,
I have the power to kill iniquity.
Iniquity, impunity, injustice invade Internet interaction
Alongside odious obliteration and cunning coercion
Facilitated and militated with unabashed attention and intention
To minutest details
To misspell the capture of heads and tails
Which in essence sells injustice and slays sails
The freedom Internet users
Ought to enjoy without being the losers
In their contest against data users and choosers
Who profess innocence against their intrusive offence from users
To peel and steal data from users whom data abusers
Ignore, preferring the status not of beggars but choosers and misusers
Who spend colossal resources
To glean data from user sources
In asymmetric interactions and discourses
In which users’ voice
Deprived of consultation channel and choice
Grants no invoice
To stalkers
Hackers
With their technology backers
Ascertain they enjoy monopoly
In mining and refining user data sold to a duopoly
Within their Tripoli oligopoly
To gain and regain the stranglehold
They impose on a user’s household
Where they deprive the user of room to withhold
Permission in any session
Early in his life or late in his pension
Within a notorious dispensation
In which users as victims
Join slave and knave teams
Roasting from scolding steams
As they watch helpless
Their data resource plundered in a place
On the Internet shoe from which a disgrace necklace
Dangles
Bungles
Angles
In shame and blame
To claim a lame and tame name
That boasts of a brutal claim from a dotcom dame
Whose achievement stems from stealing
Stalking, dealing and feeling
Superior upon stealing data and using desecrated data on a sordid ceiling.
The ancient hieroglyphics, carvings in the stones
Monuments of idol, tombs to house the bones
Navel of the world, ley across the lands
Pyramids on parallel, built upon the sands
Fiery winged serpents, descending from the sky
To bring the gift of knowledge, hid within the Eye
Of Horus, son of Isis-Sirius the star
Isis known through gnosis, Babylon, Ishtar
Incest wife and sister, to dead and risen god
Osiris, Orion, Babylon, Nimrod
These drink the blood of prophets and eat the flesh of kings
They counterfeit the Trinity and teach unholy things
INIQUITY
The absence of moral or spiritual values afflict
we detest them when at the short end of the stick
life is unfair—we are reminded—the reply quick
Afraid we might not get our piece of pie
even when offenders repent—apologize
never really payback—just a free ride
Further rankled when God’s time is not ours
trapped--Sylvia Plath in her troubled ‘Bell Jar’
choosing anger over trust—restitution bizarre?
How to make right when we have been wronged
biblical options rebuffed whilst hate is prolonged
perfect fairness not ours to harbor all lifelong
God makes things right in His way and time
‘vengeance is mine’ He reminds – never sublime
verdict of iniquity chastened—victimless crime
April 1 Relationship to God Bible Meditations Based on 1Kings 14-16
Key Verse –1Kings 14:15 For the LORD shall smite Israel, as a reed is shaken in the water, and he shall root up Israel out of this good land, which he gave to their fathers, and shall scatter them beyond the river, because they have made their groves, provoking the LORD to anger.
LORD GOD, YOU ARE MY INIQUITY-SMITER
Lord God, You are my iniquity-Smiter along my shameful childishness
Thank You for checking my lack of reason due to my foolishness
I repent from feigning myself before Your righteousness
Help me follow Your commandments with earnestness.
Lord God, You are my iniquity-Smiter along my perilous rage
Thank You for blocking my evil thoughts that hinder my courage
I repent from indulging myself in sin’s vain wastage
Help me choose Your ways by Your guiding vantage.
Lord God, You are my iniquity-Smiter along my fatal jealousy
Thank You for transforming my attitude with Your truth and mercy
I repent from burying myself in humanistic tendency
Help me submit to Your leadership’s holy fervency.
Lord God, You are my iniquity-Smiter along my obvious imperfection
Thank You for correcting my shallow dedication and skin-deep devotion
I repent from presenting myself with hypocrisy’s passion
Help me do my part in the fulfillment of Your great commission.
Lord God, You are my iniquity-Smiter along my carnal involvement
Thank You for arresting my compromises of damaging engagement
I repent from immersing myself into worldly allurement
Help me abide in Your will midst Your perfection-enablement.
Lord God, You are my iniquity-Smiter along my fleshly might
Thank You for directing my walk toward Your throne’s light
I repent from encamping myself against Your protective sight
Help me stay in Your compassion’s delight.
Lord God, You are my iniquity-Smiter along my futile vanities
Thank You for illumining my vision through Your Word-certainties
I repent from hiding myself against worship-filled duties
Help me stand upon Your strong foundations of eternal verities.
April 1, 2023
The way, I see things
Is the reason I view life
And the way we see life
Is the difference between us
Compassion, is in the clouds
And warmth upon humanity
Creation, is destined to perish
For the Throne is for One!!!
A unique glock,
I aim in duration,
Flames from a barrel,
Staring at New Ages,
Where compromise is scarce
And dipomacy, is drug related
Addictive interactions
A Savior, destined to guide us
through this Matrix,
Creation, is destined to perish
For the Throne is for One!!!
I drink privilege, I breath iniquity.
Everything around me wreaks of docile obsequisy.
I was a born a prince, of a minor province.
And ever since, I have often heard words minced,
By those below, who dare but tow
The line of those above who hardly know
What ghastly sacrifices
Line their perfect patios.
For I was once one of the elect,
But now I am derelict.
But I yet carry the residue of favour,
Even though I am now considered a mere ranting raver.
My heart is broken but my bank-balance is booming,
So I cannot scream without drawing entombing
Glances, which look askance at what I can possibly mean.
There is no punishment for those who have stolen but a dream.
Truly, I would be content in a tent,
But I have rubies to pay my rent.
I can feel your envy already,
Try as I might to appeal to your pity.
Even worse than my wealth, I am in fantastic outward health,
And still even sometimes passably witty.
Yes, one could even say I have a talent,
For constructing rhyme, with sense still all but paramount.
But neither, I suspect, will you feel admiration,
For one whose losses heap up such desolation.
I am thought mad by all accounts,
Plus with all these pills
There's nothing left inside my pants.
Turning the t.v. on is practically like climbing a steep hill.
Privilege and inequity,
Two forces in fixed enmity.
Cancelling out our pathos.
I look around me, and see the world's sweat, blood, and tears,
Is spent on trinkets, and 5th holiday homes
For those passing a few most miserable years,
Too sick from depravity to reside in them.
Billions squandered on mimicking melanasome,
While the pale soul gathers dust, with nary an 'amen'.
Women careering too recklessly to care for her mother's aching bones,
And fathers flying too high to read stories to their children.
As for the millions starving in Africa- they can all rot.
Isn't that right, you greedy old sot?
The meat industry? It's swell.
Well done-you've created a living hell!
But its foolish to condemn, truly, I suppose,
We who suffer from it most are ourselves,
Its just the way that the wind, it blows,
We are destined to die the ironic, unlovely death of fallen angels.
Speak not rose of lady youth in manner now barbarian,
In presence yet uncouth.
Unworthy of a dirt which lives traverse.
A specter of recluse, a sum indeed perverse.
Finger of defiance, solitary stone.
No right to see a sun hath ever shone.
Those agree will likewise see a darker hour.
Compassions mote wherein will stay no power.
Door of redemption, light high-gloried path,
So spilt each night in blind were I a different
Troubled mind,
Each time left un-renewed,
But never left behind.
Self-imposed injunction, writ of fear upon us all
For lessor treasons to each heart.
A scaffolding erected long before all conscious minds
Could comprehend.
Hateful bully, now forgiven, intellectually sad.
Shallow grave lain upon a lifetime lived.
Presence of a lonely heart from start to start.
Am I my sister’s keeper after all.
Could I become more than I am.
Released to choose a life I’m given.
Die a death to which all souls are driven.
What life but lonely search unknown.
Touch or sound from whence we come,
To walk upon this earth left splintered,
Shaken un-mistaken, for the life to which we’re bound.
Give me the ball, sir, I will go with pride so forth.
All iniquity done for less the worth.
I have no tear to cry.
I will love this life and all until I have no will to try
Then close my eye in awe
And taste nor tarry blood now un-remaining.
Relinquish proof of sound
To both thine ears un-staining.
Some braid of thought, my reason's caught,
prohibiting my grace, its ought.
Iniquity - the storm of naught
does catch my mind, then exits ...bought!
The price I pay for disarray
is grievous more than faith's relay.
A silent spring, like truth's redeem
is equity of hope's new scene!
Oh farage do give it a rest..' at last things are more quiet
Yet you have to beat your chest.' How much did you cost?
Who has paid your price.? You turned your back and are
Part of the pack..While Tommy is stuck; in the jaws; of their
Vice..I ask you hold that thought for a moment..If its a
Thing you can do? Or lock yourself in a small toilet for just
A fortnight or two..Maybe by the time you come out? there
Will be peace 'at least in ukraine' and Britain will be spared
Your iniquity? That way all sides get much gain.'
Din of Iniquity
To the beach once again we had been,
Where nature surely would let us in;
Always enjoyed;
There deployed,
And had washed away iniquity's din.
Jim Horn
Lord I am a sinner
And you grace has supplied
Gives me another chance for eternal life
Jesus I ask of you and the Father
Father God forgive me
Of, ALL my sins from birth until now
Father God forgive me
I'm a dirty one
I don't under stand why God Father you love me so
And I thank-you, for another chance
And I thank-you, for my witness
And Father I thank you God for your blessings
I am dirty
Father
Filthy, Lord God
Dirty I am
Wash me thoroughly from my iniquity
I am dirty
Wash me thoroughly from my iniquity
Wash me thoroughly from my iniquity
Wash me thoroughly from my iniquity
Cleanse me in my spirit inside wash my soul
Oh, Father God clean me from flesh, down to the bone and marrow
I'm just a filthy rag cleanse me so that I may don my purple robe
I'm just a filthy rag cleanse me so that I may don my purple robe
6/11/18
written words by James Edward Lee Sr.
Copyright © 2018
from anthology "FORGIVEN SOUL"
Lost sheep describes us well
for like them we've gone astray
bent on our selfishness and sin
this well describes our life every day
Nobody can enter in to be our help
we're lost in sin and nature's night
no hope describes what we are
but there is one to enter our fight
This one is Jesus God's own Son
indeed God laid on him our very sin
for he is our perfect substitute
paying our price our souls to win
All of our sins past present and future
Jesus took himself to Calvary's tree
such love can't be ever measured
this is God the lover of you and me
All our iniquity on Christ himself
He the sacrifice our sins was laid
bow in worship on Christ alone
so He our salvation perfectly paid
("We all, like sheep, have gone astray, each of u has turned to our own way; the Lord has laid on him the iniquity of us all.") (Isaiah 53:6)
the many things we forget
that we didn't know...
it was still summer for us,
the assassins were far away
with his envelopes and phone calls.
you're tired of saying no,
while I stumbled
in every shadow that swallowed us alive.
the universe shouldn't be that big
if we can't handcuff
the stars to our destiny,
because we suffer in layers
and the levels of anguish
work like a spiral
that descendant goes to hell,
where pain and torture build
our weakness and iniquity.
lovelessness also obeys this rule
and the only talent we have left
is the dissimulation,
that can be judged on how we resist
to everything that tramples and crushes us,
while we falsely bloom
like an old and tired tree,
whose branches no longer have flowers and fruits
to offer or see.