Not all that’s good is praised with grace,
Nor all who lead are truly great,
And stone may stand through time and space,
Strong realms resist corruptions fate,
Our Lady's torch be now awoken,
Her pledge lives on in all our souls,
Renew the hope that was once stolen,
The people rise to claim their roles.
(This poem was inspired by and written in the same form as Tolkien's "Strider's Riddle." I encourage anyone who reads this to read what inspired it).
An
elemental
sense of freedom
may appear
as the belief
in inequality
seems to erode~~
250
years of
democratic struggle
with many glimpses
of deep seated equality~
a weighty story
perhaps not blemished
with chapters of
chaotic angry and
soiling corruptions~~
Spontaneous Combustions
Spawns heinous Corruptions
Spontaneous Corruptions
Spawns heinous Assumptions
Spontaneous Assumptions
Spawns heinous Presumptions
Spontaneous Presumptions
Spawns heinous Combustions
While we know that the world is getting worse
As it orbits on elliptical path,
We, earth’s stewards still veer from right course
then give our mother nature wails and wrath.
Conflicts, wars, pollutions are prevalent
And we suffer a lot from climate change
Biodiversity loss... can’t prevent
Corruptions, poverty…now in wide range.
Global health issues are worse than before
Diseases spread faster at higher tolls
Don’t lose hope, miracle is at our door
These are God’s knocks from our repeated falls.
Pray harder and be guided by God's words,
Love and strong brotherhood will save our world.
NB:
Bible: Contains God's Words/ God’s Very Long Love Letter
Tremors shake beneath trepidatious feet.
To shake when shooken offers scents of defeat.
Took in thine imagery from perches unseen.
Salivating secretions ooze and seep secrecy.
Scantily clad corruptions do sit upright.
Smirking shards the aimless beacon leads.
Lapping pools of torment to endless vacancy.
Loser coagulates down under unsettled concrete.
Locked moments buried flags of victory.
Written on Feb-23-2024
O how have I suffered such great graves!
I have been pierced by the swords of my kings
Injected with the liquid of their corruptions
They have rescinded my harmonious names
They have plucked away my treasures,
With every good of mine
Possessed unto themselves as stern,
And given them to foreign sons.
For self-benefits they have sold me to them,
And these Whitefaces treat me anyhow
Just like I was a cow;
To implore each their gem
In their own fathers’ land.
I, even I Africa, am replaced for a ring in my destroyers’ hand.
I have thought my kings would therefrom free me
But they yet serve them rather than me.
Woe to they that are presidents of poverty!
Wretched are the princes that pervert my people;
Cursed be the prophets that preach tribalism and nepotism;
And wicked are they that set my peoples asunder!
Quote: When we build a weave of light together as one,
all darkness is commanded out of our lives forever. Amen
Eternal God, I know that we do not wrestle against flesh and blood
but with principalities and powers coming from the rulers of the dark side.
This spiritual wickedness is an insipid outcome of a gray world that slithers from an unseen force of evil...
Bad dreams are acts of spiritual attacks on our delicate souls,
so Father we pray against the plans of the enemy to try and scare us.
It is only a ploy to keep us frozen in fear and self doubt.
I pray for peace as I sleep, for I do not stand on my own authority but yours.
Lord, be our light and place your Holy mantle on my heart
Shelter me from all harm and keep my mind in the Sanctuary of
your stronghold and Sacred Home. Yes I am yours and yours alone.
Dear God, when you are with me who can be against me.
Let me sleep like a lamb in your arms like a sheep too busy
following staff and light, to ever get caught in the web of Satan's
hallucinatory lies and corruptions, Amen !
Dinosaur has been long forgotten
And so the truth
They are all hidden in the fossils
Of the olden days
Away from this century
Archaeologists come up with fossils
But deep hidden truth still not found
So wars, chaos, racism, terrorism, Hegemony, corruptions and epidemics
Continue to burst out
Truth found with the the meditation of philosopher
Is always without acknowledgement of mankind
A fossil of truth is never found
In the present world
And so the truth will continue to become
A fossil of the next generation
Gucci-Cabanna, Dreams, Drama's
doward spirals often inspire us
Defiant correspondances Deodorant
Radar Sattelite saop dope slip call it
Strict in my conduct Twist Just Trip
Shem don't forget about Noah
Miss Carolina Alabama Hammer New Mexican habbit
Hamock Comidians stand up Pearl Ceramic Tile
Shift Ivana I vain Ariata East LA California
Gilligan Skipper Aunte' Julianna
Previously who wrote that chapter
Signature series clarovoyance
Camoflauged like a sand dollar
Indulgent as the oragizer
Corruptions overtake me often
Subterfuge Sepmre Fidelis incorruptible Metals
Taken refuge under the shadow of The Almighty
!ONE} GOD is cloaked in Darkness
!TWO] Blue falls to the ungodly
!THREE} Red instigates images better left unmentioned
Bilingal undercovers interigations
Filibusters Capital Hill Critcal Underseiged
D.J. Damage disbelief often PE Public Education
Soccer Teams disbelievable Cheif of the Savages
DEbriefed Wicked Caskets
Lupe' Dupre' coupe' De' Fiet
Instunbal IRAQ Kuwait Chad
Brass Braced for betrayal
Am here to talk with you
For you are strong
You help me to breath
When feeling suffocated with heart racing
You have always calmed me…
Not like them
Beating the ones down whom sparkle
To conform, diminish
All for profit from their downtrodden existence
Turning others into victims
That is precisely what they desire to do and do
With no empathy, for if people heal from the abuse they inflict
They could not continue their elaborate lifestyles
I can't seem to get my head around it
When I was raised I went to the doctor to get better
A doctor was not just a respected valued member of society
The doctor heals, helps people, caring, God-like
These days it’s different
Most doctors just want to be paid for their book knowledge and
Ohhh the dentists likewise
Who truly cares about another when corruptions poison ones soul?
Am sure there are still good people, I must have faith, trust but
In society I do not and it makes me feel sad
Though Thank You for hearing me
You never say a bad word
Big old tree.
sweet beckoning to the other side of day
ravens wings whisper
shadows sit and pray
the realm of eternal night
high flies the eternal wings
across in ghostly sky
a moon that waxes and wanes
maddening in its glee
singular is the darkest Knight
a tower high reaches
into the firmament
ghastly cryptic crowns
on corruptions brow
glows fat a mystic eye
an orb of divinity
shadows stretch from deep within
darkness dwells, doom
ravens wings whisper madness
beckoning onto the other side of noon.
an illusion of effervesence
sweeps me away
when she exposes herself
smooth lengths of surrender
suspended in time
stroking sweet seductive
heart-built-strings
invisible waters of life
cutting through the corruptions
wave after wave after wave
washing away the hidden
the tempted
the sacramental
skin
reddened in light of the dark
Satan's little princess
sacrificed
at the hands of trust
lovingly thrust
shredding
the langour
suspended in air
disappeared
pressed into the bountiful
bosom
sundry'd and still
quelling the quietude
so still
Thunder and lightning
AND men against man
Stardust and White Fire
Man versus Man
the world is filled with Corruptions
why must Man fight cuz
there's no distrust sessions
thunder and lightning
in man against man
Stardust and White Fire
Man versus Man.
Miracles surrounded by unbelieving
Laughter, Holy Love and hands by man's
Chances Stardust
Races still mistrust
in White Fire Star glows
Hatred yet still boils
Thunder and lightning
Man vs men
Angels and demons fighting
oh the man are talkin it over
man vs Man Man Vs man man vs Man Man Vs man man vs Man Man vs Man older man is a lonely War soldier Man versus man man Moorman men more man man vs Man Man vs Man Man vs men Man versus men vs men Man versus man man vs men Man versus man man vs men
what will become of them
12/2/1970
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 1970, 2020
Music by Gary Tibbs
When the clock of civilization had
Lost its sense of time,
To my friends I offered warmth,
Blessed forgiveness to my enemies,
A courageous heart I borrowed
From a streak of light to uphold the
Cause of justice, my youthful dawn was
Then bloomed from the slumber,
I found myself flanked by corruptions,
endless greed, I was afraid, my kindled torch
could loose shining and dissolve in the darkness
as I wallowed in the darkness for many days,
for many nights,
I had not yet finished my job,
many hungry to be fed, many thirsty
needed pure water, my inner-self still craved
for more, deeper, longing--
could the thirst of the thirsty be filled?
O the reticent world,
The glow you showed me on the horizon,
In profound admiration I had spoken out—
‘What a graceful! graceful!’
I had still hope,
I felt the future behind a delicate veil,
The whole universe woke up
With me to echo my
solemn archaic words—
graceful!’ ‘graceful!’
What civilization you do draw, man!
Enlightening some too little candles,
Beneath centuries' deep darkness is seen
Which is engulfing your own existence;
Humans degrade humans loosing devils
And sins of lust, murder, crimes, corruptions
Wars, violence, greed, hatred, all evils
Are enough to finish all perfections;
Leave me here in this hungry wilderness,
In this ferocious cage leave me alone,
I won't return to your shocking darkness
Which is spoiling my every bone and clone;
Where is human in your earth of animal?
Need find out but everywhere lives devil.
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