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Bring the short- list to me and let me see where we should be. Go to the upper floor and bring the documents that are locked in doors; another set is on the third floor; take them to the ground floor for we are going to wind things down with extra help from the universe and strength from the multiverse. There are still more things to be done before the moon collide with the sun.
I want things to be done in phases so that you can complete them in stages. Categorize domestic issues, international issues, legal and religious issues in different bags, and place social, education, humanitarian, technical, war, political and business and money issues in separate and bigger bags. Break up the issues and put them in small groups and select two people to deal with each of them before you make heaven your friend.
Bring the short list to me for we are going on a retreat by the sea, bring the short list to me for many things are stalled and many people will be travelling abroad. You have been working on this for many years and you have no more time to spear, you must have a time frame to get it done before heavens start blazing with the sun; winter is coming soon and we must get the rest of things done before the new moon. Prioritize issues in terms of importance and significance and work on the feasible ones and place the unfeasible ones on a separate list and one person will work with it to make sure they fit.
It takes twenty-two years to build the Taj Mahal and twenty thousand men to complete it, there is always safety in numbers when everything is completed in the correct order. Sometimes you have get some extra hand if the people don’t understand, you have to get the job done so that you can enjoy tequilas in the sun.
You have to wind things down so that some people can find a better home wherever they roam. Winter will soon be hunkering down on the shore, and who know what will transpire behind the doors, will we have another snowstorm or will we battle with the warmth. Nature will be true to you.
We work for decades and watch the days and nights steal away our age, with no comfortable place to sleep and no pillows on which to weep, yet we kept going hoping that one day good things will come our way. Bring the short list to me so that some extra hands can speed up the tasks to get this thing done so that we can take a trip to the galaxy.
You'll Remember The Faces
You'll remember faces of the ones,
who when no one knew your name,
their love, friendship, and loyalty were then,
as it is now, the same.
You'll remember the faces that shed not a tear,
along with those who cried with you,
the faces that turned, among the faces that stayed,
and came running to your rescue.
You'll remember the faces among the crowd,
who cheered, rejoiced, and praised,
along with those faces that smirked and frowned,
as you were finally raised.
You'll remember the faces of those who cared,
about your struggles, heartaches, and pain,
They were the ones who were with you when you were down and out...
and they'll be with you in your reign.
Real love is not from whose door is only open,
when with them you have a status to claim.
Real family is not always the same blood,
running in our veins.
You'll know your value when you become the needy,
beware the love that's fraud.
for they don't include those in need who are close,
using the needs of poor nations abroad
You'll remember the countenance of the very faces...
of those you now know you can trust.
They never took your kindness for granted,
nor at first chance had knives to thrust...
Your story then, His glory now,
your journey to higher places,
You'll now shine, you'll soar, forever more,
but for certain, you'll remember the faces.
{Rap).......I am a wretch undone I'm the one holding a gun suicidal finger toward the trigger place that my brain contemplating things that I can't explain insane but I'm covered twitched I Twain a change mindset a voice lound N clear Here I am, here I am here I am been here all the time wit out stretch hands you've been always in my plan and my glory you are in the story that I've written I am mighty Elohim I chose you you did not chose me I stand here ready arms open out to receive come to me my beloved come my daughter my son you have the victory you have won you're no longer a wretch undone stop listening to Lucifer don't let the devil fool you- Hallelujah
Who's am I to say that I'm not worthy what right do I have to say I am no good who am I to say I'm not redeemable how can I put my mouth on God's child I am who I am gracefully forgiven
Who am I to boast of my sins who am I to stand above the means how can I forget myself when I got my fingers pointing at everybody else who's their mind to Foster why am I so do I prosper I am that I am gracefully forgiven
How can I love a one if I don't love myself second and God first for love spread abroad is an embraceable heart soften the heart that's called Mercy's Grace come in place my space is filled with his grace
Who's am I to say that I'm not worthy what right do I have to say I am no good who am I to say I'm not redeemable how can I put my mouth on God's child I am who I am gracefully forgiven
6/18/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2023
Forevermore, The dust rises from the sky
Lights so bright, streets, long roads traveled
The gathering of the stars
Rewarding into the night light
Sunrise.
Traveled extensive miles
Beyond the hills and valleys
Open land abroad
Never to repeat that again
A narrow path straightened
The clouds moving
The moon
Hidden Valleys, deeper lakes
The sea
Overtakes
Running towards the land
The land of freedom
From the beginning
Winning
A soul, fulfillment
Goals.
Plans almost shattered
Determination sets in
Not a smile nor a grin
The winning at the end.
Not overtaken
A survival mode kicked in.
A journey not sealed
The past
The everlasting, the destiny revealed.
no one cares
looking around the world
you will realise
we are yet to live up Africans
for always we are suppressed
oppressed and brutalised
home and abroad we face
same torture
we have long been rooted
and isolated
yet the world will be lonely
without our existence
looking around the world
i see our life's are controlled
more than we fight
it doesn't mean we are weak
it doesn't mean we are not strong
could it be we don't exist
believe me may be the world
would have ended
if not for the sake of Africans
humanity
the world would have long been
forgotten and burned ablaze
how could we talk about
humanity with out talking
about Africa
we serve the world
with all we are blessed with
yet the world slap us to our face
right in front of our eyes
no matter what we offer
or suffer is clear
through our reality that
despite our struggles and
laments
no one cares
looking around the world
despite they fight our freedom
still we are the source
of their success
so i realise why even when we
hope for the best
our reality show the opposite
no wonder why we can't grow
if our human resources means
labour
where our human dignity
is devalued below an animal level
it been shown proved written
sang about to the world
the world see it
every day yet
no one cares
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God within me is the enjoyer of the aroma
As also this dopamine boosting flavor I taste
I surrender all pleasures to the dweller of my heart
Breath by breath thus that my soul presence be chaste—Unseeking Seeker
An iron-grey sky I encounter along my path
With God’s will a flight abroad will transport me safely
An abiding faith inside, my spirit guide watches over me
With consoling embrace and the warmth of the mug
A morning prayer to begin the day:
Please give me the strength and wisdom to face
whatever challenges come my way
A frothy display; foam adorns my top lip
Now ready to devour a breakfast continental
as I slowly savor my final sip
as the late afternoon twilight years
of this primate become sans my exist
hence, more visible on the horizon
an increasing awareness prevails asper
how this middle aged baby boomer
(whose incessant, inconsolable, and
incurable wailing still reverberates til
this day - LIX exiting the birth canal
since January thirteenth ninety fifty
and nine) promulgates nascent longing
jumpstarting helping formulate doing
beneficial actions. only of late didst
an upswell to demonstrate appreciation
(towards acquaintances, countrymen/
women, family of origin, friends,
neigh boars, relatives, Romans, et cetera)
becomes a manifest destiny. awareness
crystallized within the recent past of
my life and hard (days night) times
this yearningto "pay forward" dirty deeds
done dirt cheap along the highway to hell
(mainly within a voluntary capacity)
to avail energy of waning body, mind,
spirit triage. until such a plan (as
per say traveling abroad - either a
lone or with an adventurous minded Ma
demoiselle) coalesces into fruition,
a daily strategy to impact my imme
diate environment in a positive manner
took figurative shape. his doable, feasible,
justifiable, et cetera longing (to contribute
sweat equity such as organic gardening/
farming, teaching English as a first, second
third...language, or writing opinion
editorials blurbs for a news letter,
which loving labors of body, mind
and spirit would be accepted would serve
To a Louse
by Robert Burns
translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch
Hey! Where're you going, you crawling hair-fly?
Your impudence protects you, barely;
I can only say that you swagger rarely
Over gauze and lace.
Though faith! I fear you dine but sparely
In such a place.
You ugly, creeping, blasted wonder,
Detested, shunned by both saint and sinner,
How dare you set your feet upon her—
So fine a lady!
Go somewhere else to seek your dinner
On some poor body.
Off! around some beggar's temple shamble:
There you may creep, and sprawl, and scramble,
With other kindred, jumping cattle,
In shoals and nations;
Where horn nor bone never dare unsettle
Your thick plantations.
Now hold you there! You're out of sight,
Below the folderols, snug and tight;
No, faith just yet! You'll not be right,
Till you've got on it:
The very topmost, towering height
Of miss's bonnet.
My word! right bold you root, contrary,
As plump and gray as any gooseberry.
Oh, for some rank, mercurial resin,
Or dread red poison;
I'd give you such a hearty dose, flea,
It'd dress your noggin!
I wouldn't be surprised to spy
You on some housewife's flannel tie:
Or maybe on some ragged boy's
Pale undervest;
But Miss's finest bonnet! Fie!
How dare you jest?
Oh Jenny, do not toss your head,
And lash your lovely braids abroad!
You hardly know what cursed speed
The creature's making!
Those winks and finger-ends, I dread,
Are notice-taking!
O would some Power with vision teach us
To see ourselves as others see us!
It would from many a blunder free us,
And foolish notions:
What airs in dress and carriage would leave us,
And even devotion!
One Sunday while sitting behind a young lady in church, Robert Burns noticed a louse roaming through the bows and ribbons of her bonnet. The poem "To a Louse" resulted from his observations. The poor woman had no idea that she would be the subject of one of Burns' best poems about how we see ourselves, compared to how other people see us at our worst moments. Keywords/Tags: Robert Burns, louse, church, bonnet, lace, lady, insect, insects, animal, clothes, clothing, hair, body, society, funny, Scotland, Scots, dialect, translation
Tell the Moms it didn't happen
Tell the Dads it isn't so
Pretty little roses blooming
In the garden – row on row –
Pretty little blossoms folding
Petals falling to the floor
Falling into angels rising
Sprouting wings on which to soar
Smite the gunman at the trigger!
Seize the madman at the gun!
Little voices in the hallway
Little faces in the sun
Little feet upon the heavens
With the morning just begun –
Strike the harp, and hold the fiddle
Let the bells peal out the tune
Mournful as the lonely shepherd
'Ere the clock is noon
Mourning for his little flock
Going home too soon
– And when the news had broken
And gotten all abroad
The stoutest of the stoutest hearts
Could only weep aloud
For here the pact was broken
For here the seal was lost
For here the children were not spared
The devil's holocaust
And startled in his earthly robes
His heart gone sudden cold
Himself a witness to the siege
Even God arose
And with a savage grace
That moved without a sound
Turned the barrel on itself
And with the final round
Emptied out the chamber
And smote the demon down –