I am broken in, i’ve learned
i have got no message to return
my ears ring, the streets sing
with your smile on displace
tomorrow takes today
Seven and one, open gates!
Zero, cancel wild!
He who suffers, first berates!
Listen, auld to child!
Errors of the prophets?
By necessity, none.
Perfect record, get the fits?
Oracle, scion, pun?
Ergo, O my time and space!
As above, below!
Meteor, dark fire, displace.
Broken, O my bow...
Dread, thy bed. Bend back, bring. Born.
Death, thy sacred sand.
Dagger, axe, hell, heaven, horn.
Doom within all, planned...
Falcon, fix sight fast on fate.
Coals of wrong to burn.
Sight of silver haze, my krait?
Venom, how you churn.
Furious the strait? Hate? Why?
Out and holding on?
River, bluegill, is a-sly!
Sea-bass, take the pawn!
Tallest mountain, reply? Well...
Think on that awhile.
Hope, accrue? Cast well thy spell:
Quill, seek. Gentle, guile.
Vine, grow o'er. Hinterland, seethe.
Break on cliff, vast wave.
He who bereaved last did breathe.
Others, foot in grave.
The drum of your heart, a frantic beat,
Against my palm, a captive heat.
Your lips ajar, a wordless sigh escapes,
Your gaze ensnared, you're just a prisoner to my shapes.
I've tunneled in, a subtle spore,
Planted deep within your core,
Lost in this intoxicating rain,
I’m a weaver of spells that ignites depths of your pain.
Your obsession blooms, blinded by desire,
Consumed by this infernal fire.
I'm the constant phantom, lurking shade,
Haunting even time and space, that's a promise.
That will have you turning each maddening, inner page.
A constant thirst, a growing, aching need,
For a deeper draught, a passionate deed.
You crave the touch, the whisper, and the chase,
Lost in the labyrinth of my embrace.
Addicted now, to the pleasures I impart,
You're a puppet now, dancing to the rhythm of my art.
I am the echo in your hollow space,
The constant phantom you can't displace.
I'm all up in your head, playing in this gilded cage,
Turning your sanity into an untamed rage.
Trapped and tangled, in this silken thread,
Forever mine, now and until you're dead.
All because I got all up in your head.
A symphony of madness, that is all up in your head.
Gather the maps, divide the lines with care,
Every decade brings new charts to trace,
Remember how the shifting votes displace,
Right to select who governs, free and fair.
Yet borders twist, reform beyond compare,
Moving in silence, shaping every place.
At times, it seems a never-ending race,
New rules decide which voices have to bear.
Districts are carved to strengthen or to break,
Elections bend beneath the subtle hand.
Rare is the claim of justice clear and bright,
In corridors where shadows often wake,
Not by the will of people do they stand,
Gaming the seats, they steal away our right.
A Journey of Two Hearts
Kisses as sweet as the nectar of spring,
Your lips, a melody, soft whispers sing.
Each touch a voyage to realms uncharted,
Where discoveries bloom, bold and openhearted.
New challenges rise like waves on the shore,
We face them together, to grow and explore.
Your warm heart, a beacon, steadfast and true,
Guiding us both through skies gray and blue.
A bond built on trust, honesty's light,
Desires like embers that glow in the night.
Passion ignites in the depth of your gaze,
A fire that burns through life’s winding maze.
Tenderness lingers in every embrace,
A haven of love, no fear can displace.
This journey, this dance, is ours to pursue,
A tapestry woven of me and of you.
O Lord of mercy, hear my call
For Ernesto and Gladys, who give their all.
In Christ’s own footsteps, may they tread,
With hearts of kindness, hands outspread.
Grant them compassion, deep and true,
To lift each spirit, to heal, renew.
May empathy bloom like a flower rare,
In their open hearts, a gentle prayer.
Bless their giving, pure and bright,
Their love of family, steadfast light.
Let generosity’s hand extend,
To those in need, a constant friend.
O Lord, enfold them in Your grace,
With peace that none can displace.
In Christ's name, may they always be
Guided by love’s eternity.
Amen.
The continuance
of our beliefs, culture, and dreams,
remain steadfastly anchored within our children;
no wonder we love them so.
We assure them the bogeyman doesn't exist
in the real world;
but warn them that fear can affect lives,
harden hearts, and displace love.
We teach the emergence of man
from animal to human beings.
And though their minds bristle with questions,
we assure them they'll figure out the answers on their own.
We emphasize the importance of truth;
how one garners Karma from both life's failures
and its successes.
And we introduce them to faith,
where feelings for each other flourish
surrounded by hope.
And teach them to love and forgive one another;
so when they pass life's baton to death,
they'll become eternal ambassadors
of love.
War displace nation
Like a tornado level
A community.
Faith fans the flames of ever peace, endless grace
It burns up all doubt, ensuring the way out,
Seeing the forest, despite trees who displace.
Faith frees the soul of its grief, its darkest drought,
It shines a light of love’s belief, stirring hope,
Painting shadows in gentle songs who don’t doubt.
Faith tells fear it cannot live here, saying nope,
Fear is meant to fail, despite its tempting tale,
As trust makes a way for the hurting to cope.
Faith calms the anxious soul with a blissful trail,
Meant to prevail when life becomes hard, daunting,
As feelings grow dark, hearts become weak and frail.
Faith takes away the gloom that’s always taunting,
Assuring real love won’t leave souls wanting!
He's a sinner and if he ain't perfect but he's forgiven
And he sits there at the Fathers came at the right side of Him
She's a sinner and she ain't perfect but she's a winner
She too forgiven
They are grace
We are graced
Though we face
Momentary displace
Despite my sins and self
I am I have turned around
2/5/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2024
Long past war’s fading drumbeats
And beyond the miasmic mists of time
Run undercurrents that displace peace
And fancied futures hoped sublime.
Once staccato beats of war drums abate
Far from war graves and their dead,
We find loved ones’ dismal fates
And lonely lives now filled with dread.
Soldier’s sojourn in the dash dividing
Dates on their eroding tombstones
Remind us that their lives, though exciting,
Ended not with hope but love unsown.
Once draftee’s dreams become forgotten
And their past romances are long since lost,
All that remains is what God left them
And scars they earned at frightful costs.
We too, wonder what will become of us
And we hope to pass our test divine
Once life’s abating hoofbeats leave us
And we’re enveloped by the fog of time.
Who will remember who we were?
Who will proclaim, “I KNEW THEM WELL?”
Who will stop and silently ponder
What our tombstone epitaphs fail to tell.
We plunder precious planet at a pace.
Now seems we’re showing some signs of regret
As ill effects now hit us in the face?
But still our need for more land must be met,
Thus wildlife we continue to displace
When their age old habitats we target.
Now we go on depriving them of land
So that our billions further expand.
We see ourselves as Master of Nature,
So she is there to serve our every need,
To be our slave for present and future.
Perhaps our need we should admit is greed.
Am I painting a worrying picture
As our mean ways now make this planet bleed?
How long can our clever ways dominate
And what will come after COP twenty eight.
Gas chambers were operated by people..Legislation is
Framed and implemented by people in chechslovakia &
Albania, albanians were concentration camp
Guards and gas oven operators, today we see oversimplification of many fraught history's, and now there are wars to displace
People to achieve disorder in the west; and wider world.'
The proposed solution to this has all the potenntial of a Waking nightmare.' Is it possible to stop the sleepwalk.?
I care, I search in the depths of my heart,
A higher power that will guide me in every start.
God the loving Father, the nourisher of life,
Helps me tide over and conquer every strife.
I search for love’s golden thread connecting one and all,
Uniting nations and people as a single whole.
I search for God’s benevolence and beauty everywhere.
Wish to astound people by showing that I do care.
I search for the light of wisdom’s warm embrace,
So that from my life, darkness I can displace.
With wisdom as an abiding and bosom friend,
I know, the journey through life is easier to mend.
I search for a fresh dawn and a beauteous setting sun,
And peaceful sleep when my task for the day is done.
DID THE PEOPLE SING
Did the people sing marching to the front
Perhaps just in innocence and camaraderie
Yet unsuspecting the same of their enemy
It was not just singers who took the brunt
Did the people sing when they lost the war
No celebration song, nor any sad refrain
All the voices could only express the pain
Ready to dismiss what the battles were for
Did the people sing once memory had died
Maybe only the modern to displace the old
For only the few that did return to the fold
And even those lyrics were short on pride
Did the people sing to the babies in arms
Well, yes, but only songs of fantasy things
The kind that a loving mother always sings
That does not excite passions, only calms
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