Like a gentle stream driven by the wind,
8 words came sincerely and cystal clear.
Some 8 months ago, the questions were,
"What now? Where do we go from here?"
Indeed, I heard it clear and plain;
Not audiablly, but somewhere in my brain.
It was surely I who was asking the question.
It was a prayer for 'mission and direction'.
At first, I did not relate the questions to me.
As words to me, I did not clearly see. I deemed
It to be a question directed corporately,
But never meant for me personally. But this
Early morn, around 2AM, the thought occurred
Again. Although this time, the words came with
A little change.
Presently, the Word 'We' has departed, and the
Word 'I' has arrived. It's like a word was taken from a song and changed everything. It's like a new song designed for someone else to sing.
Conclusively, perhaps it is meant for both 'We
And 'I'. Indeed, I heard it clear and plain and
Cannot deny. Conclusively, the questions still remain; and the fact also remains that 'We' nor
'I' will ever be the same.
Vessel dead, soar away her truest self-did;
Body cold corporately divided the vessel and spirit rise
Alas! Vessel death tow, we left behind ask and wonder Why?
VESSEL MOURNING- No! longer present this side her soul hides
7/30/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2023
From whence springs
eighteenth century wellsprings
of democratizing
healthy cooperative identity?
In that urgent time's revolutionary uniting States
too soon to celebrate
Independence Day
again
and patriarchally
again
and military-industrially
again
and corporately sponsored LeftBrain academically
again
Caught,
and soon virally aflame
in France
and other
older
conserving royalist
loyal feminized serf serves master estates,
Becoming now a marriage
of independent Fraternity
and interdependent Lady Liberty
repatriotic rematriation
of strong and flowing governance
of self and other,
ego and eco,
yang craves yin
for liberally, lavish health
and conserving disciplined safety
becoming more interdependent democracy
of sensory spiritual
and sensual natural
EarthTribes,
Strong of communal therapeutic re-identifying,
not defying,
Flow of sensory free associations
For Loyal patriots
reincarnating
CoPassionate eco-matriarchs.
Healthcare for the People
By Franklin Price
3/25/2017
Healthcare for the people
Is what we need to see
Not corporately aligning
Just taking care of you and me
Not bowing to insurance
While enriching CEO's
We're dying without healthcare
As their selfish money grows
Capitalism is important
It is much of who we are
Healthcare premiums too expensive
For bigger homes and yachts and cars
For the health insurance moguls
Who love dollars more than you
They must make a lot of profit
In everything they do
Every group priced separately
Even down to one or two
If illness or disease strikes out
It's you who pays for you
The cost of health insurance
Could be diminished quite a lot
If the insured put in larger groups
To mix the healthy and the not
Then limit percent of profit
For all the health insurance need
Base the premiums on the newer mix
Healthcare for all and not for greed
If the moguls do not like it
And think the profit's not enough
Cover all who want by medicare
Let the greedy see it's tough
Let them raise the premiums
On the richest that are left
The ones who can afford it
Not the ones who think it's theft.
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