Millions of decades ago,
ancient humankind had one purpose in life:
to find prey
every day,
a stomach that stayed full
until the next breath,
until the last breath.
Ideas stormed,
things evolved,
brains grew creative,
and eventually, we were called the smartest species on Earth.
Here we are, humans of today’s bin,
seeing the air around us
and wondering:
is this how it has always been?
This very planet once had souls whose purpose was big, yet small.
"Laughter, smiles — that's all we want."
However, today's baby is born with a paper and pen.
They start writing down desires, one after another, until the last day.
And boom — the list has already crossed a thousand before the age of ten.
From one corner of the world come screams for money and hymns,
while from another come cries for love.
This world is now full of deafening screams.
People are becoming breathless, chasing empty dreams.
A smile, evoked by ninety-nine reasons,
vanishes because of one statement.
The heart is weak,
the brain dominates.
It's the new normal.
The 8 billion pockets are getting heavy,
but are we ready?
Dad came to see me play a game.
I hit a homerun first time he came -
must've flew a mile -
million dollar smile.
Dad and I didn't stop
till we reached the mountain top
where we could see ten miles -
million dollar smiles.
Converting dollars to kilowatt hour,
given my dad's special power,
smiles were a billion watts -
and, I'd say, that's lots!
not a piddly million,
I would buy myself
a ticket to your concert,
and blast back to the past
of 1999
dance dirty feet
in the grass
to one my favorite songs:
‘If had a Million
Dollars’
to The Bare Naked Ladies
in a long wraparound
silk skirt, hair down,
and smiling like a fool
If had a billion dollars
I'd buy myself
a thick slice peace of mind
and a thinner cut of blueberry pie
alamode
If I had a billion dollars
I would buy bright green
running sneakers,
kick back and sprint!
to the year that I decided
that I would keep you around
longer than the day
the pumpkins were ripe
for picking
our dog, Mama,
was still alive
and the air was full
of cinnamon
and spiced possibility
A billion dollars
and a time machine
could make it happen!
If I had a billion dollars
"I'd buy your love!"
BOONDOGGLE BALLROOM
BILLION DOLLARS, MANY FUME
REPUBLICAN DOOM
SEND MONEY OUR WAY
TRUMP DEMANDS THE OTHER DAY
A SMALL PRICE TO PAY
I am grateful for the 7 billion people in this world
with their 7 billion unique smiles…
smiles large and small…
and I am hopeful one day the human race
well have the opportunity experience them all.
Tyche and Plutus told
Heremes of
the Spirt of Ecstacy
and the beauty of the Carrage
they sought mortals might they too
be able to experince the beauty of
a perfect machine
all might pray but
only those who pray to
the right God shall win
said Tyche who then
turned to Plutus and asked
are the sheres of tommorrow
the sheres of now
to have Plutus say
% from a feild of 1 thru 69
1 from a feild of
1 thru 26
Factors of 69: The positive integers
that divide evenly into 69 are 1, 3, 23, and 69.
Factors of 26: The positive integers
that divide evenly into 26 are 1, 2, 13, and 26
Days before the Winter Soliste Festivals
the alignment of numberical sheres
shall warm the pockets of someone.
for a lottery win and financial relief,
followed by guidance on the general
approach to such prayers.
Rolls Royce Appears coursey " Of Inquiry"
Gamble Responsible Appears Coursey of " True Love"
"Thats right: I know that's Right"
Appears of Some Fabulously desent Peoplle"of Inquiery"
Tractor Guy and Suited Sexiness"
Makes her smile deceitfully.
Working for his purpose
good fortune by his will.
From the e u..For denying the reality of free
Speech..The benifice of free speech, and not encouraging 'free speech' although their existence, and purported mission is
To maintain, and project free-speech, also as a
Safety valve, for European citizens and
A sign of commitment, and reassurance
To the wider worlds equlibrium, as a result.'
The current failure, to be an effective broker of all of the above values..Leads me
To request the (paltry two billion) that I may redress the balance.'
Elon Musk did not rise from rags,
He was born into a house of gold,
Wealth carved from shadows,
A family cradled by the crimes of Western capitalism.
This system—polished devil of our time—
Feeds on the sweat of workers,
Drinks from rivers it poisons,
And calls inequality “progress.”
Healthcare chained, education sold,
Housing turned into prisons of debt.
While the poor drown in hunger,
The rich soar on blood-stained rockets.
They crown him “genius,” “visionary,”
Yet he is no more than a tool—
A mask for governments in shadows,
A puppet dancing on stolen taxes.
Yes, Babylon once laughed in pride,
Its rulers blind to the cracks beneath their feet.
So too shall this empire of steel and screens crumble,
For the sorrow of the poor is never buried—
It rises, like fire, to devour the thrones of liars.
Elon Musk is not the miracle,
He is the mirror—
Reflecting the wicked face of a system
Worth nothing but shame.
I wish I could give you a flower
One for every time I thought of you
Another for every time I loved you
And another for every time I wanted to kiss you
The problem is that I have loved you for so long
And loved you so strongly
The universe does not have that many flowers
So just know that my heart holds a billion billion flowers
And they are all yours, my love
With a billion billion more to come for now, until forever
© Poem – II/VIII/MMXXV
LRET
A billion can buy a bushel of impenetrable silence.
Hectares of prime farmland or flashy private jets.
It can buy a turd in stilettos and a pyrite-hearted mistress.
A billion can buy you a secondhand spaceship.
Or an endless good run of Wall Street luck. It can buy a pair of bloated lip-plastic nips and butts.
With a billion you can casually jump burning ships.
Change the scented steps of a double helix.
Buy a fresh orphaned kidney if you so wish.
A billion can buy you onto underage islands.
Where the silver heads pleasure and innocents' dies.
A billion can buy a cure, but it never has the will.
There's more profit in a shady shot or a toxic pill.
They say money can't buy happiness, but I'd rather die on a champagne yacht.
With half a dozen painted chicks on my arm.
Then all alone under a soggy city bridge
A billion can quarry a slab of pink granite stone.
But not a stitch of silk will anyone own
when death unchains the flesh from the soul.
You say you're not magic, but you conjur incredibly well
Thoughts of a wand forming happiness, a beautiful carousel
A ring that dispels loves hunger like a dinner bell
I choose to be drowned inside your pools of smooth caramel
May your sweetness be the last thing I ever see or smell
Damn the devil, YOU can have my soul; a confession I pray tell
The way you protect my heart shields me from every hell
My love is well past forever; no need, for your eyes to compel
I tried to vote early
but the line was so long
I forgot who to vote for ~
and wrote in Mao Zedong
ELOHIM in my heart of hearts
Created Jehovah jireh
First energy Spirit free
Came into being to be
Me first develop 3 weeks my heartbeats
Once In and out of heaven before there's a blood
That flows the pump through me
Spirit runs resonates free
God ordained us before the three weeks of life
Just as the heart of man beats nearly 3 billion times from physical birth unto physical death Three billion beats, 3 billion beats, 3 billion times
From physical birth to physical death my heart beats 3 million beats
God kisses us gives us the breath of His life
You may wonder what I'm asking for,
O' Father God give me more than just 3 billion beats of my heart more than just 3 billion ever more so than just a human feeling my spirit resonate my heart keep me alive on this side of the Earth and you grant me more than just 3 billion beats
O Father may I have more than just 3 billion beats of my heart, Hallelujah
11/13/22
WRITTEN WORDS BY JAMES EDWARD LEE SR ©2022
From anthology JUSTICE -JUST US
Just six days was all it took God
to create the heavens and earth.
Most people dismiss this as odd,
just as they view the virgin birth.
Those who say God does not exist,
choose to believe the scientists.
Some try the Word of God to twist
by making a day an eon.
When the subject is origins,
one cannot trust the scientists.
Science provides explanations
of the way the natural world works.
Think through all the speculations
of how what exists came to be,
and you will be none the wiser,
after the exercise is through.
If as many strongly suggest
what now exists came from nothing,
laws nor eons create nothing,
so, we do know this is not true.
Nature is governed by great laws
despite its sheer complexity.
She declares that her creator
is divine, wise, and infinite.
Even if we start with order,
six billion years will yield decay,
and not the stunning symmetry
that science constantly unfolds.
Six billion years cannot create
what God accomplished in six days.
The mysteries that nature holds,
six billion years cannot unfold.
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