In touch with reality;
Worlds focus carnality;
Fondling things unsavory;
Raping human trafficking racing;
Git your eyes and hands off me;
I belong to a righteous King;
One who truly loves me for my soul;
Then I shall not darken nor enter;
My physical shell;
All other realities divisional;
Illusional things unsavory;
Mans sin choices, open hidden voices;
Thoughts of perversion there beautiful;
Worlds focus carnality;
Reality sinning touch as such
Unsavory sinner's touch
4/7/19
written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©
Killing it are
The new England
Patriots
I dreamt, the grim wrath of judgment day
And took my place among the exalted ministries,
The divisional angel, with stygian face of mysteries;
Was fiercely maze, in oblivion, and resurrect fey,
My pang shame exalted with each known face I saw,
Never say my sins; but among squalid: abortion-amorous;
Those that trance in crimson, and debauch-lucious,
I felt the reality of stygian doom, and the heavens allure,
Waking up, I had lived half my years on earth,
Thinking about nothing but vanity insidious,
And the incessant emptiness paddling my faith chaos,
Infinity is for time, not you cowed by youth,
And me by indignant fate, the list obscene:
Was unexplained; till uncertain grave forlorn.
Here comes the story of a beloved Nation
powerful, Civillzed, and democratic,
Blacks and Whites in the same Army
Whites and Blacks in the same Navy;
Both of them in the same Police.
But when the White policemen
Kills the Black Youths,
Often and often without severe punishment
I guess it's not just a simple encouragement
Justice! Where are you?
Only the Black youths faces
The White Police Bullets,
Justice! Listen to the desperate Waillers.
United States of America
Or Divisional Youths of America?
Justice! Where are you?
But if a Black Policeman
should kill a White youth,
What a great Earthquake that will be
Justice! For the Black victims
Of the Racist White Cops.,
Bujas entered the divisional intelligence office having very important business
business of national importance touching on high level national security issues.
so he was volunteering to be of the much needed help maybe help halt the bombs
and kabooms hitting his beloved city.. the copper looks a him in a certain way that
that suggested we don't deal with vigilantes only trained officers
Abujas left... saying behind sealed lips the officer hearing it none the less
your loss not mine.. my mother land weep on.. for your protector lacks in..
lacks in skills good enough to become a protector.. yet next day they sent
summoned for him to give them an enlightening lecture.. let hope the bombs
belong to the past year for we now have the good will of the vigilante
Pistol service guy made Abujas to leave in a huff.. only to recall the silver star
awarded vigilante... such are the happenings at the pistol service gatherers...
of Intel prohibited by law to act on the Intel.. yet their emblem a pistol in-circle
akin to throwing a stone in the bush failing to hit a bird and scarring a squirrel
Lewis kay
pmc, dpmg