Some folks think of themselves as humans searching for a spiritual awakening when the fact is that you are a spiritual being, attempting to cope with a human awakening.
Seeing oneself from a perspective of the spirit within will help you remember why and what you came here to begin creating.
In a higher dimension, there exists no time, nor darkness, nothing is physical or corporeal, and those that reside there are entities of light.
In reality, there is no time but only a construct of human measurement, known as clocks separating day from night.
Realms of higher frequency, greater sensitivity, and a density of colors unseen by humans are all around us.
Understanding that you are much more than you see in the mirror is the beginning of self-trust.
On the sport’s field we started to set up
To play cricket but the ground was hard
And the stumps would not go in. So my mate
Used the cricket bat to hammer them home.
The game’s master was soon upon the scene,
Shouting. “That’s no way to treat the willow,
You cretin.” Sir then snatched the cricket bat
And with hefty sideways swipe cracked my mate
Across the head. The lad collapsed and was
Shaking violently, lying on the ground.
Then his shaking stopped and he was still.
The whole team went silent and stood and stared.
Then one lad shouted: “He’s dead. You’ve killed him.
You’ll be hanged for murder”. Sir was silent.
He looked worried. But the victim came round.
He then stood up, a bit wobbly and we
Carried on with our game of cricket.
Old sleuth foot such a character
an old veteran
with one leg yet he still happy
~
Old Slew Foot with a gorilla chest
he smelled of menthol from his breath
Oh! slew foot was quite tall
he can stand on his one leg problem but never fall
~
Old Slew Foot was a Corporal in the army
on the battlefield he seen that so alarming
Oh! slew foot had a prosthetic
when he put it on he would walk run even dance he felt lit
not pathetic
~
Old Slew Foot walk the mile
he co-created a blessed child
Old Slew Foot was sleeping in a chair
because all he had left in him was one leg and a prayer
11/16/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2023
Give an hand to Corporal Klinger
Went to Korea, not to linger
He did give a damn
But to Uncle Sam
He doth bequeath his middle finger
Despair of spectres whispered, John heard it muttered
Fears spoken, centuries of shame sunk into stone
Hanging tree hoisted him, feet above ground fluttered
Rope bound neck bulged, blood starved eyes shuttered
Aghast, entertainment starved spectators absorbed gore
Under his breath they heard it uttered,
" I am among the lowliest, and the last"
Sentiment collected by authorities, soon to outlaw
Heinous hangings of criminals and martyrs
Testiment to the cruelty, trademark of cessation
Clouds of purest doves spun above the atrociousity
Tyburn' s turbulent history viewed at Marble Arch
Has John's pledge to thank for returning compassion
14th September 2020
For: Line Gauthier 's Contest
Tyburn Collaboration max. 14
(This is a fictional poem)
He was Corporal Capeman and he wanted to fly like a bird.
He was very ugly and he was also an annoying nerd.
He was a grown man who actually believed that he could fly.
If I said that he was mentally stable, I'd be telling a lie.
Just watching him was irritating, it was like a disease.
Will somebody shoot this dorky bastard please?
When Capeman and Inspector Gadget worked together, they failed.
Capeman was probably the reason why Inspector Gadget was cancelled.
Here it is
The confession to my onsession
After years of abuse
I protest my own discression
I see no right
Only wrong in my decissions
As hurting her has hurt me
But the punishment should be capitol
It would do no good
To allow life in this body
Nor his, I'll take away
He is a source
The one I lost last night
He is an excuse
The law has no play tonight
I am a vigilante for the just cause
I'll enforce corporal dealings
Assist in disgrace, he feels no shame
But, damnit, I know he feels pain...
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