Loathe the human walking in dusty trails by themself,
A rotary dial spinning round for the switchboard,
“Who are you calling today”
Dead silence on the other end of the line,
“I’m calling ‘cause I’m lost”
The caller responds,
“How can I help” rings from the switchboard,
“Point me home”
Says the voice from a landline phone,
They have a house,
A phone to call from,
Friends to answer,
But no direction,
A living, painful vivisection.
A torn page from a book who left them behind,
Cracked open like bunker rations,
Torn apart by war like factions,
Ripped from their whole like fractions,
Calling god on a landline for his benifaction,
Smothered in the holy water his whole life,
But no bath could cleanse the sins of his own action,
No rotary phone could call for help for such an infraction,
So please call me, before I lose myself in this abstraction.
My heart is heavy, and my soul falls to inaction,
My brains all I got left and sometimes it feels like the only way to reach Nirvana,
Is a pump-action.
Sunday morning, and it was still.
as I walked barefoot through the loft
gray clouds lingered outside my window.
It was late October already, and I asked
where time had gone. My chest ached
as I bore the weight of life
and put on a robe to warm me.
I turned to my emails and the internet
like a long-lost friend while wondering
what the day would bring.
Last week strangers gathered in front
of the grocery store and talked about weather.
Some said we needed more rain, and some
said they had enough of summer.
They all agreed the year was passing.
They longed to talk about younger days
but I said time is never lost.
Now on Sunday morning it was still
as I walked through the loft.
I whispered to myself as autumn
sat in the next room. I looked
outside to see leaves were turning colors,
thinking O how I love to hear the sound
as rain patters leaves. I always have
but the leaves will fall.
If, indeed, ‘the meek shall inherit the earth’
Let them first ask, ‘How much is it still worth?’
Kill me before I die
Wake me before I realize
Show me before I commit
Pull me before I dream
Make me animal before human
I don't think about Tr*** often
I don't like to
My guess is a third of you
are at this time
ticked
triggered
troubled
torn
turned off
or
tickled
Avery few feel that
tripled in spades
And the rest have buckled up
in a mingled mess of
confusion
curiosity
or careless concern
Take your pick
Only the most humble
learn their lessons anyway,
and earn a table
at the hearts of the yearning
We're all hurting
If only we could learn to listen
An obvious misrepresentation
Nearly cancelled the large celebration
Causing his second cousin a huge frustration
We could give you a quick demonstration
If you agree to call the hospital administration
To give him apt apologies from our family delegation
My country is very strategic in nature
I'm asking for our leaders to act decisively
Make my country to be the center of business
My country is situated in the midst of Asian corridors
Let my country stand politically and economically
Free from foreign intervention and bad influences
My country is predominantly a Christian nation
Let God be the center of our people and nation
Leaders must act on immediate and long term solutions
Let my people love and care for my nation.
Tearing, open up my chest
Pulling, tugging at my heart
Burning, burning, burning, burning
Ripping, pulling me apart
Let my insides spill out
See me falling here and there
Maybe we can put me together
Performing with no center snare
Arms and chest are open wide
Wounds agape for you to see
Someone help me wipe my tears
There is no one here but me
The whole world demeanor wild and chaotic,
From one creature to another,
Rivals, a definition of our hearts,
Dirty competition, our goal.
Plutocracy, a depiction of our societies.
Oh God! Where is your universe heading to?
If we all be such heartless?
Isn't the young generation observing us?
If yes, won't they insert this seed of impurity in the next generations?
Yes, I don't repudiate having a shepherd leading a flock,
But why not there respect for one another?
You won't stress the sheep because you are prestigious.
You'll eat it when fatty but not small due to stress.
Here comes a suggestion,
Let leaders be dutiful to everyone, no more segregation.
Rich people now respect the poor,
Married ones esteem singles,
Parents regard your children.
Coz tables can turn when you'll need the one you hurt.
BY TURYAGUMANAWE MATHIAS
This is the news, a dream of peace,
an echo from the Middle East,
where children cannot understand,
the broken bones of broken lands,
their only hope, for war to cease.
Every imam, rabbi and priest,
can hear the loss for those deceased,
while leaders watch or wash stained hands,
this is the news.
Hope is a hostage for release,
a call for all the bombs to cease,
while children cannot understand,
the razor wire of war-torn lands,
and parents only dream of peace,
this is the news.
Hard to concentrate when I feel desolate
Will my goals work, or will I start to shirk?
But this is far from death, at least I have breath
Living a day at a time, making rhyme
I AM LISTENING FOR MY GOD TO CALL
I gotta get closer
To the Lord
I must come closer open up my heart
And listen
I must…
Hush!!! Be still
Listen
Position myself close to God
Immerse myself be humble
Quietly listens, listening listen
I am listening in sort
I am being quiet in the storm
I am listening for the still sound voice
The sparrow and the robins speaking
I am listening for My God
God calls
Responding eagerly listening
Awaiting your call speaks you Lord, I will hear
I will hear obey and honor Him
God’s voice as spontaneous
Thoughts racing calming as I breathe
I am learning how to be still
I am awaiting Him in still
Speak lord
Speak
As I seek Lord
You speak, speak to me, and speak to me over and over quietly
4/8/23
Written words & arranged music by James Edward Lee Sr © 2023
I'm going down this slippery slope
But nobody seems to know.
Maybe there a way I can cope
Years and years and no call back,
Waiting for the phone to ring l
I'm on the edge, about to crack
Maybe there's a way for yall to see
That years of pain
is something hard to contain
Bye myself for years and years
Wondering what I did to bring all these tears
I was just a little girl when yall decided to leave
Maybe there's a way I can get yall to stay, or so I pray
With No mother. With no father.
I'm still in disbelief
Call for Peace:
Johan Vincent Galtung (born 24 October 1930) is a Norwegian sociologist, and the principal founder of the discipline of peace and conflict studies.
Positive Peace is defined as the attitudes, institutions and structures that create and sustain peaceful societies. The same factors that create lasting peace also lead to many other positive outcomes that societies aspire to, including: thriving economies. better performance on ecological measures.
What is Negative Peace? IEP's definition of Negative Peace is understood as 'the absence of violence or fear of violence — an intuitive definition that many agree with, and one which enables us to measure peace more easily.
Societies with high Positive Peace have better outcomes on a range of factors that are considered important, such as better per capita growth, better environmental performance, less civil resistance movements or violent political shocks but also better infrastructure to weather the impact from natural disasters.
https://youtu.be/0PRzlpvHLPE
Recriminations take the backstage,
Angry words pushed down the drain,
Hate speeches take the exit door,
Let not my words be misconstrued,
Ask for me to throw more light on dark areas,
I might have stepped on your toes,
I ask to be pardoned,
I was only expressing my feelings.
Let’s come together,
Let love flow without pretence,
Let’s speak the truth in love,
Let’s make room for one another besides,
Weave a web of true fellowship around,
Entrench brotherliness
despite the barriers that abound,
It’s a world of complexities and perplexities,
We have to row against the tide,
It’s a place deeper than we can view,
Let’s maintain our balance
as the unexpected unfolds.
Like colours,
We can complement one another,
Let’s weave our fabric
together and make a colourful piece,
Let’s integrate our cultures,
Foster a home for all,
Our ideas pooled together
to surmount any problem,
No weapon of mass destruction,
No test run for its escape flight.
April 8, 2022.
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