Creamy, cooked with condensed milk
Ultra- chocolate coating
Sweet palatable sauce
Too tasty tempting tongue- smoother.
Added with my favorite flavour vanilla
Roasted nuts to be powdered to get mixed.
Delicious digestive dessert
INEVITABILITY AND MORAL RELATIVITY
They say war is inevitable, and will always, with us, be;
But this audacious, mendacious attitude is not for you and me:-
Dropping Satanic murderous bombs on babes can’t germinate peace;
Such Sodomon and Germoria demonic skewing must now cease:-
What we must ensure to be inevitably true, is the falling eggs of peace
from above;
Dropping and bursting all over the earth below as they are released
from God's dove:-
Time is coming when mankind here on this weary earth will soon face
true inevitability,
And will then realize the consuming digestive neutralization of mendacious
moral relativity:-
What‘s better than a biscuit?
Hard to debunk
Treasure trunk funk
Should you let
It get wetter
Would you dare risk it?
The trick a quick dunk
Or could flunk..flick..kerplunk..
Mushy chunk sunk..messy junk
Slushy slunk..in the tea you drunk
So at your leisure
Pleasure one’s self
Don’t regret your stealth
Forget your health
Wealth beset on the shelf
So feeling restive?
Yearn for a digestive?
Appealing…suggestive
No shock..dark choc
What else will cut the mustard
With a brew…for a few bob
Recurring theme..does seem
Will always dream
About a custard cream
Almost sob…as I Lob
A hob-nob in me gob
Ta pour more cha
In fine fettle
Be a slob
Turn on the kettle
Bickies in the jar
On the sofa settle
Sins within tins
Spurn concern
Ignore the racket
As
Hats do doff
Knew from the off
On a roll
The sole goal
Quaff another cuppa
Down your cake hole
Scoff the whole packet!
In the whole wide world (and even wider),
I wish you were the happiest spider,
and so, I wish you, sadly, with a sigh,
a helpless fly...so you won't cry.
You can cover him up with slime,
a corrosive, digestive enzyme,
that he may very slowly die,
and I don't have to hear you cry.
"We live, yet the creator's name,
Remains unknown, an eternal flame.
Beyond parents, beyond earthly might,
Lies the mystery of our cosmic birthright.
This universe, a grand design,
Planets, galaxies, intertwined.
Our world, a haven, perfectly crafted,
For life to thrive, with every element crafted.
The human body, a marvel of might,
Digestive system, a symphony in sight.
Brain and mind, a puzzle so grand,
Capacity for growth, an endless expand.
But why do we strive, never content?
Why do we differ from animals' bent?
Why can't we soar through the open sky?
Questions lingering, as we wonder why.
Religion and language, human-made?
Or divine gifts, our souls to sway?
We fight for power, for fleeting fame,
Yet, in the end, our time's the same.
No power can stop our final call,
Death's inevitability, we must face all.
Then why do we bleed, why do we kill?
Is it for power, or an endless will?
Perhaps the answer lies within,
A reflection of our shared human kin.
Embracing love, compassion, and peace,
Might be the purpose we can't release."
Following the path of the righteousness
so I relate I asked this
This question to myself
where am I going and in this time
as I'm glowing I am
In my walk throughout life
I am a witness
This question I'm asking myself
where have I been in this race
that I walk I've already won
Where am I'm going, where I've been I already came I've gone
Mustn't not be laden nor should I become
Should be beaten
Eaten digestive yet regurgitated
I am where I'm going I am gone moving in the Lord
In my walk throughout life
I am a witness
This question I'm asking myself
where have I been in this race
that I walk I've already won Hallelujah
Where am I'm going, where I've been I already came I've gone
11/3/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.2024
A curled-dry orange peel,
all that stands against gray
dark lips of gaping hole,
whose eye can steal your form,
or lift your full bankroll.
A curled-dry orange peel,
hanging pith on the cliff-
edge ridge of my laptop,
now camera obscura
made of a lunchtime prop.
A curled-dry orange peel,
braver shield than post-it,
organic digestive,
space between aperture
hints at curves, suggestive.
A curled-dry orange peel,
modesty's upholder,
bulwark of hair carefree;
hunger's leftover coat
might have been potpourri.
She is sitting,
front legs under her reddish-brown mass.
When I think of her shape
it is always her belly I see most.
The bulging warmth,
the mastication, her on-going digestion.
I'm a boy,
the large cow is my meaty lean-to.
One hot summer afternoon can last for years,
on one such a year
I was resting my back
on her bovine flank's, she did not seem to care.
I really think she wanted to feel me listening
to her giant belly.
A drowsy time took its rest also.
Bees buzzed, but far away.
High flying gees made the sky speak.
Listening to her massive body, I think
I melded into her life. Her ongoing
industrial mashing
of moist clods of vegetable materiel.
The rhythmic digestive process
seemed to me to be almost musical.
When she farted, it was as though
she had turned roughage to water,
and water into wine.
I could smell the spirit of the grass,
and strangely,
I could within my own small form,
feel the mutable mystery of the land
as it churned grain into bread,
our meat to spirit.
I, naughtily, peeled and peeled you to find the truth within,
You have, dear, taught me the philosophy of nothingness;
Each of your petals, like magical herbs, tickles my skin,
Each leaf, as a united nation, enwraps your thickness...!
In you is fulfilled the Buddhist concept of Nirvana,
You are accused of arousing sensuality too;
The Israelites, in each step, seeking flora and fauna,
The Bible says each one missed you, restlessness in them grew...!
One who wishes to kiss one's spouse should not eat you, they say,
Each dish of each little home, yet, dear, you make delicious:
Antioxidants, Blood Sugar, and the Digestive way,
Symbol of protection, memories... you are auspicious...!
Peel yourself selflessly... this is what every onion says,
Resurrection means crucifixion too in humbler ways...!!!
Anatomy of human structure
Poetry of nerves and impulses enrapture
Temple of parietal bone that beats
Carpal bone pleats
Integumentary system perspires
Nervous system inspires
Circulatory system pumps
Digestive system lumps
All other systems function
When poetry is not in sanction
The marriage
It’s all his it’s all over for you
He wants to be your
He wants to pee for you
Hell will be there for your digestive track
Wants to be her as well
He wants to pee for her
There’s a log
Some one is waiting
He’s loving it
His wife hates it
Someone’s yelling
She thinks to herself Saten
He’s almost winding down
Whole log to a half a gum-ball
Thank God
Our digestive system is starting to hurt
We thoroughly deemed this void
As if we're crashing from a Pyramid in, revert
An urgent necessity that must be spoiled
The earth is shifting to sand in an islet desert
Land beheld through the lens of greed boiled.
Unless we dig ourselves out of dismal dirt
We are going to hurt the crashing avoid
Giving you a speck of buoyancy exerts
You should sow it since it's a seed poised
I request a grain and am granted a sight
I require a piece and am granted the right
When I ask for a roll, I get paper insight
When I seek exegesis, I am said of my gut delight
I will be attentive to the light
When I pray to the realm, the gates reveal the site.
Written: November 20, 2022
Planters who have to toil
To have some food boil
And the Digestive oil
Start with 500 AM Soil,
The Morning’s Freshness their strength;
The surest way to take it to a length.
Farmers should early toil
In a cultivable soil
But not forget snakes that goals spoil
And The Carefully Planned foil
By simply sliding in to coil.
Snake could deal with a planter,
In his farm at a canter,
His blood stream promptly poison
Without so much as this noising.
Certain foods you used to love
Don’t sit well any more.
Our stomachs can’t digest, with ease,
Some things they did before.
So it is best avoiding them
And sticking with each meal
Or snack which to your taste buds
And digestive tract appeal.
The same applies to friendships.
Some relationships, once good,
No longer make us feel the way
You’d hope a friendship would.
Eliminating foods or friends
Means that much less to choose
But if we love what we have left
We don’t have much to lose.
It feels sadly ironic,
and unwise,
to focus healthcare
on digestive system deliveries
to feed and water our bodies
And underinvest,
too rarely applaud
and enrich
nurturing nutrition communications
made through our neural-sensory systems
natural/spiritual health care deliveries
and wealth care receptions
from abundantly compassionate
panentheistic worldviews
In contrast
too nihilistically narcissistic
survivalist
monotheistically supremacist
supporting monoculturing
monopolizing LeftBrain verbal dominance
Of Me v We ZeroSum
closed degenerating
segregating
without also integrating
views
Of Earth's health-fading
feeding bilateral watering systems,
Absorbing, then expunging
inhaled then inhaled
informing then exflowing
living then dying
YangTruth in Yintegral co-arising Beauty
Universal/Unitarian
bicameral
Health/EarthSystemic Wealth
integral TaoBalancing
inside sacred womb thru tomb companionship
secular indigenously panentheistic
resiliently hospitable wisdom
To focus health/wealth care
on digest to co-invest system deliveries
to feed and water
our mindbody
spirit/natured EarthTribe
bilateral identities.
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