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Oh! God father did this one from out of my heart words and thoughts not like you cussing condemnations bitterness warring deploying sinful life words that come out they should represent you through and through
God remove those ties That bind me let out the overflow of my heart speak nothing but love and life
3/26/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2022
St Matthews 12:34
WANTED
Vick The King Solomon,
Trinity of creativity soul in one,
"Ade" is the crown that gives sceptre to Royalty,
Royalty is to kingship but fails without wisdom
And wisdom of King Solomon lives on in this kingdom.
The gravity of such embellishment lies
In creativity & fast becoming the cynosure of all eyes.
I won't be submerged in endless triumph of wise fools
Cos the fool that is loosed is now the man on the loose
Who stole the mind of a ready writer
The world watches what you're running after
But your prayer makes you a player
In the race of life you were once a stranger,
Mighty tanks crows in pyre wood smoke clouds
But by the world's savvy all sink and drowns
Instead of sticking to the world's expectations
But stealing souls for the price of the high calling stations
Is the crime that warrants world's condemnations,
Divine wisdom your nothingness
Instead, your ultimate intelligence
To the world watching the wanted
This has to be divine ignorance effected,
To the best of my knowledge, for instance
Is the degree of my known ignorance.
VickWizzy
Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}
Copyright ©30th April, 2018.
I looked in the paper, and guess what it said?
It read, "Panagiota is dead!
I quick turned on CNN.
News Alert! "Panagiota lost her head!"
Oh, I was more than mad!
So I went to Joe Scarborough on MSNBC.
He reported ever so gleefully..
"There is not,and never will a Panagiota be!
Don Lemon, Mr.Cool, just had a sip of water.
Then, burped and in a velvety, whisper uttered.
"Oh, Panagiota. Yes. She never mattered."
So why this rhyme, you ask?
It's time for the media to take off their masks.
Show themselves for who they are, be given a
check, shown the door and find other tasks.
I have never heard such lies from so many stations.
I can't stop the transfusion of lies drowning all the
nations.
I just know there is a God, to answer to.
And I am glad I am not any of these manipulators.
Their day is coming my friend. They willingly forgot
that God is bigger than any puny station.
And you bet, they will all have to pay one eternal due
in a fiery end.
So be your own best friend.
Be a stand-up person.
There is no glory nor eternal joy in a harangue of baseless
condemnations and allegations.
September 13. 2019
What The Bleeping Bleepers?
What the bleeping bleepers
what the blankety blanks
what the freaking freaks
what the hellish hells
what the palish pales
what the fracking fracks
what the ducking ducks
what the bucking bucks
what the tucking tucks
what the plucking plucks
what the glucking glucks
what the mucking mucks
what the Kanting Kants
what the geezing geezers
what the retching retches
what the wanting wants
what the tarnating tarnations
what the condemning condemnations
what the murdering murders
what the hating haters
what the loving lovers
what the juxtaposing juxtapositions
what the perceptionalizing perceptions
what the darnating darnations
what the reaping reapers
what the creeping creepers
what the streaking streaks
what the leaking leaks
what the what is happening in today's society
what the what are our solutions in order to fix this world
HAUNTING
Ghosts, Goblins and Grizzled Vamps
enough to haunt the noblest man-
woe beholds your sickening souls !
Tramping within crumbled castles,
slaying innocents with their stench,
chilling spines through ghastly cries-
woe beholds your sickening souls !
Men if science, Preachers too
have searched your condemnations out-
only to know thee never so !
For a thousand decades
your bloody stories told,
by hapless victims
your sickening souls they beheld !
dislike jumps to conclusions
pride walks to judgment
hatred runs to condemnations
does anyone know where kindness went?
like jogs to acceptance
humility dances to giving
love skips to tolerance
which way do you prefer living?
This world is mine
With all its dangers and its crimes
With all its dusks and its dawns
With all its troubles and its struggles
With all its smiles and its frowns
With all its beauty and its pride
With all its hopes and its broken dreams
With all its rises and its declines
With all its fails and its prevails
This world is mine
With all its truths and its lies
With all its bitter and its sweet
With all its fears and its scares
With all its permanence and its instability
With all its fires and its rain
With all its twists and its turns
With all its pardons and its revenge
With all its pleasures and its treasures
With all its hues, frames, and its scopes
With all its gifts and its prizes
This world is mine
With all its manifests and its mysteries
With all its shadows and its mirrors
With all its innocence and its condemnations
With all its inclinations and its ramifications
This world is mine
‘Til my last breath
I will shine
By Marckincia Jean
The flowers are wilted now and everything starts to fade ... The way she looked, smelled, and tasted are blending into the shade... Abstract memories of her dancing silhouette, still haunt my vague dreams. Nothing is really at all what it seems. I can no longer remember our mundane conversations... Our poetic contemplations... Our eloquent frustrations... Or our elaborate condemnations... It is all fading into a blurry grey soup of something called, forgetting...
A lighthouse standing upon a breath.
Seems like it's trembling, soaking the darkness around.
A corner's simplicity enlightened and pure,
As white are the dreams we chase but not touch.
A soul standing upon a journey.
A procedure unknown and we call it ''the day''.
As Sun is risen above our hands
Forgiven are not the eyes that don't dare to see.
Each virtue and each honor the trophies
Of persistence to the ocean's ending
Yet the world rests in the infinity.
A man is standing upon a dream.
Memories and flaws floating on his veins,
Bloody condemnations
He chose.
Whether he walks a dark or bright path
Darkness and Light he holds
As eternity shows the truth
He ignores.
My mistakes were of the human kind.
Was told to hold my tongue but was disinclined.
From a flight of winding stairs I fell through my mind.
knavish condescension rendered my sight blind.
In my guilt filled chasm I was confined.
Bloody fingertips on my canvas scrape and grind.
Self inflicted condemnations unwind.
I’m entering the interstate of forgiveness that He designed.
lost in a haze of smoke and guns
scratching blood from subtle gums
minds been drawing blanks in recent weeks
quiet muses downright refuse to speak
twisted and turned outside in
the seeds of envy never know where to begin
whats your name oh yeah and whats your number
i mumble outrageously in restless slumber
hands outheld in expectation
raging chaos doles out my own condemnations
we hate any weakness
we hate any weakness
you'll never survive with such pathetic meekness.
get back to the hole you just crept out from
get back get back get back
tear through the fabric with eyes of black
theres nothing at all to see.
The boring masses assimilate those unwary of their collective oozing.
Keep moving.
Stay positive.
Think outside your box.
Stay productive.
Don’t let them package you with their boxes of dissention,
thier wrapping papers of gossip and their condemnations that seal your box.
By Robb A. Kopp
All Rights Reserved © MMX
I have seen enough blood
To appreciate peace
I have seen enough human loss
To appreciate life
I have seen enough trouble
To appreciate calm
I have tasted raw hate
To appreciate love
I have heard so many curses
To appreciate blessings
I have heard so many woes
To appreciate appreciation
I have tasted enough bitterness
To appreciate sweetness
I have seen enough frowns
To appreciate smiles
I have heard many condemnations
To appreciate praises
I have been pushed too far
To appreciate hugs
I have been in the darkness too long
To appreciate light
I have been in the cold too long
To appreciate warmth
I have been afraid too long
To appreciate confidence
I have lost so much
To appreciate winning
I have heard so much noise
To appreciate quiet
I have left myself behind too long
To appreciate loving myself
“Distorted Illusions”
He chased His illusions most of His life;
And delved head first into many unsavory relations.
Changing women, changing wives;
While all along running from coming condemnations.
Where once the future laid there before Him;
It has now become a memory of the past.
Regretting what He’ll never have again;
His sorrows lie there before him, aligned and amassed.
In those times of celebration and joy;
While others rejoice He only cries from His heart.
He understands not the reasons for His ploy;
Nor can He conclude the cause or the start.
In the vehicle of His life with His hands on the wheel;
He pays close attention for disaster is no stranger.
There on the side of the road He sees that which to Him appeals;
But He looks only straight forward for the coming danger.
Sitting there beside Him is the cloaked lady of deception.
She laughs and smiles while all the while;
She distorts His every desire and most of His conceptions.
And hopelessly he continues on through all the endless miles