Landfills filling to the brim on the regular
fast fashion flying by rising up the temperature
Few people straying, staying loyal to the brand
Equipping only cloth from the local hand
Quality over quantity I'm chic with it
Sourcing things with ethicality sweaters hand knit
See I'm mink on mink, catch him doubling the fur
Put my chain under the sink 'cause I'm doubling the brrr
This eternal fight will end one day
Before mother nature will have to pay
O how had I always fallen back;
With days full of retrogressions, alack!
I was degenerate;
Surely a youth of no notable rate.
My existence was like an ungodly song
With defiled rhythms was it sung
Wherewith I dreamed no dream
And saw no, not a gleam
For there was no light in me to reflect;
So my star could take no effect.
I was consumed by the darkness
Of mundane blissfulness,
Which was deceptive to inward madness.
I thought I was living happily;
Alas! I was dying virtually,
Forgetful that Life could wane out for itself alone
And hand over me to my Maker whom I never knew.
But there came an hour
At the Annual National Campus Community Congress
Of the Deeper Life campus fellowship
Entitled `Excelsior`
For bringing Life and Hope to intellectuals
And equipping them to reach the utmost height:
Where I wholly got transformed.
I was taught to be purposeful, and not lust to be conformed
I could then soar to the farthest height
And ignited became my light
Revived to live for Christ the Saviour
After which I farewelled failure.
A month before my life began
A man decked out in robes of black
Gave the world the chance to end
My life before its start.
What is this strange philosophy
Predicated on convenience
That made the choice of death for me
Before I drew first breath?
It seems I had no choice in this
No rights debated or applied
In this death crazed society
My choices all were nullified.
This holocaust of mans fierce pride
These death camps disinfected rooms
Tear from my body whatever needs
Proved righteous motivation.
Were you in the "Well of Souls"
When God first called my name?
Equipping me with traits and talents
Holy omniscience in grace supplied.
Life created within a garden
Placed to live in paradise
When tempted to revolt,
Failed in the choice to glorify.
So it goes through all of creation
Mans dominion proclaimed freewill
Leads down the path toward its own end.
Leaving in its wake
A blackened lifeless scorched creation
This age of foolish pride
Has chosen its own ending,
Beginning with my life.
Mine eyes see the bareness of her presents
Equipping my heart with your last breath
An earnest warm gentle kiss
These substantial most
Flowing, streaming
Whilst my heart yet beating
7/10/21
Written By James Edward Lee Sr.
A man's work is his kingdom
So I never stop constructing,
Equipping my throne
With armor and weaponry,
Force field's and hidden nukes
But my garden green!
A lawn with lime flower petals
Branched out trees,
The sky blue and sunny
I love my guardians,
And they never stop growing.
I wish life was about drinking iced tea
mixed with lemonade
instead of trying to make that pay grade
in this life full of trade
work until our hair turns grey
who has the right to say
when you retire and how to spend your funds
not to have fun like you should on any day
in disgust we look away
but as an American what do we portray
is that we get high like Scooby,
you can get shot at a school or a movie,
because we are seen equipping a digital uzi or a ak47
except in this real life there is no reset button
when you get to hell or heaven. -TA
Into Shape Whipping
Many moments we found which were gripping;
Our selves much better we can start equipping;
More than anything,
We do love to sing;
Now us into shape God is sure to start whipping.
By the way Bill which way was charming Billy Boy
going and where after he knew that God would
be there.
Nightingales nocturnes nurture
Everyone’s erroneous existence equipping earth’s enchantment
Harboring habitual happiness hearts
Projecting plentiful peace plus positivity
Mystifying mankind materializing maternal masses…
Never hesitate
To give a praise
In the middle
Of your busy day
To the man
That turned eternity
Back into a possibility
Carrying the cross
For you and I
Shining light
Restoring life
So never shall we think twice
We should present
Ourselves as sacrifice
Because he has blessed us
So abundantly
And he’s still blessing
Waking us everyday
Keeping us breathing
Equipping us
With gifts and talents
Before we were beings
That is the reason
Our resort
Should be rendering
The Lord his worth
Praising and worshipping him
For all his works
No matter which way
The day
May point
Be it up
Or down
We should be giving thanks
Or praising our way out
violent power seduces within
moments equipping assurance,
swirling senses of embrace,
separating
circumstances
confusing the present.
our bodies succumbed-motionless
form clouds above, trembles of loneliness.
outpouring rivers of wine,
her innocence,
my softness
aching squalls of temptation,
tender flesh
discloses nature
behind fine-combed meadows
parting our conscious,
consuming
lavender harlot kisses.
bearing our weight-drumming,
steady-cadence-of- passion. numbing
spilled breath heavy as
saturating coastal fog.
peacefulness of sleep,
caresses shivers across my legs,
whirlwind tremors
begin tensing her thighs,
(a suffocating serpent)
imprisoned between heavens
softness of touch, across abdomens.
for a moment,
shivering,
exposed true nature,
life becoming no parenthesis,
bodies wrapped in
weightless vertigo-
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