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Praying mantises, those arthropod thugs,
prey upon other, unfortunate, bugs,
"But who prays for the praying mantis?", I ask,
"And what lurks behind that killer's mask?"
After the males have fulfilled their function,
the females seem to lack compunction,
practicing sexual cannibalism, they say,
enjoying a nice meal after a roll in the hay.
While males consider this distasteful,
females say, "it's just not being wasteful".
Is the praying mantis truly mean and vile?
In the insect world, he stands on trial.
Speaking for aphids or ants or anything little,
I argue vigorously against acquittal.
Before you go to the place burial
Before the world goes unreal
Before God ceases to be ideal
Before man becomes asocial
Before Money becomes viral
Stop Money from become visual.
When you give any approval
To let cruel Money be initial
Pave path pathetically deferral.
We know Money is very vital
Many for it with brothers quarrel.
Stop Money from become visual.
Human never before money trivial,
Money – a means to be happy total
Is a wrong belief as it is only defrayal.
Let be a man, lion, fox or camel
Be it gold, silver, iron or metal
Stop Money from become visual.
Why to treat Money so special
When human nature is acquittal?
Many times it needs one’s approval
To change man who is immoral:
God is watching You! Ye Mammal.
Stop Money from become visual.
Robert was a lonesome man;
Self-decaying waiting and wondering
Tragically he was a widow
Awaiting his love acquittal
True love he thought he shared with the heart
Of a woman fake men of I swear him and her forever
But her love was just a broken dream
A random like a river stream
Channeling from here to Dad it destroyed him
For always men it was only an instant Roberts love was just a ghost
But you see Roberts love was just a free lance tandem host
Robert's claim he could have never loved anyone the way he loved her
True love he really believed
It pains me truly old lonely Robert old Robert may you find companionship and happiness
3/11/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
The Folly of Man
Into that great abyss we speak fortunes, wants and frustrations
Seeking that witch can only give us solace to that that never bothers.
A million prayers go out into the night with fear and supplications
Only one eye open, and that half seeing the plan that is our fathers.
We glean the fields of a present day pasture seeing naught but the road ahead
Never looking sideways, to that wich could be. Or back to what has passed
It is the Folly of Man that keeps us building this world from the blood of the dead
Where brick, tile and steel, are forever the molds from witch our children are cast
We need to move forward to a simpler time where things are not complex
When profit does not reign as the bottom line and the dollar is not our savior
To strive for a life where we live freely, without regard to color or sex
When hungry children can catch the breath and hate isn’t normal behavior
When a gift is again just a gift, and no longer requires an equal requital,
And a compliment given to another isn’t for a personal gain.
When justice is sought and given, and no guilty takes home and acquittal
And the innocent can live their lives without feeling unwarranted pain
So look to the instructions that he left us, that those, his chosen have penned,
And wander not where you road will lead you, or what your destiny really is
This world we know is fleeting and into eternity we must all ascend
For never has there been a more apparent truth, that all of this is really His.
Form:
When I read my bible, I seek the hope
Hope that comes from knowing
Love that will teach me how to cope
Coping with the shadows who’re growing
Growing into ghosts I wrestle
Little sins who tell me it’s ok to indulge
Indulge in the darkness, nestle
With the forces that divulge…
What it means to play with the vile
The evil sins, even when they are little
Force the heart to forget its smile
And face the fact that it needs an acquittal
Acquittal from the sin that lets in
The worst of the devil’s devices
Devices like worry, fear and so much sin
That forces the heart to pay high prices
Prices for forgetting the fact of life
Without Jesus’ forgiveness we’re doomed
Doomed to a hell where we’ll know such strife
Strife that assures our soul will be consumed
Consumed by the darkness, the sin and death
All the dark forces that fill us with doubt
Remember… turn to Jesus and with every breath
There is the promise of a love that will shout…
Praise to the Father, praise to the One
Who sought me, so thankful for all that He’s done
He saved me from sin, my soul He won
I’m so very thankful for God’s Only Son
Where are you along the curve? How grateful is your heart?
Do you know the God you serve, or the gifts that He imparts?
Examine where you are and contemplate where you should be.
Take an honest look how far you are along the curve that you will see.
He who is forgiven little, in like manner thanks less too.
But to him who grasps acquittal, a greater depth of thanks ensues.
Worship is: when we give thanks for something we’ve received.
Along those lines look back in time, is there gratitude you see?
Since I am grateful for the sunshine, I gaze up and whisper praise.
His creation is sublime! So His worship I can raise.
Fair love be not repressed! Along the curve; where do you rest?
To what degree have you been blessed? What gratitude is manifest?
I am grateful for my health, so with folded hands I pray.
Through so many days this wealth! For every hour I give Him praise.
Sincere love be not repressed! Along the curve; where do you rest?
To what degree have you been blessed? What gratitude is manifest?
I so adore my family, with fervent tears and hands upraised.
So much the Lord has done for me, I must give Him higher praise.
Fervent love be not repressed! Along the curve; where do you rest?
To what degree have you been blessed? What gratitude is manifest?
I saw my dad at eighty seven, finally yield his life to Christ.
Oh, all the hosts of heaven heard my loudest shouts that night!
Grateful love be not repressed! Along the curve; where do you rest?
To what degree have you been blessed? What gratitude is manifest?
I met Jesus on a cross, to make amends for all my sin.
Upon acceptance of the cost, I fell in thanks but rose (born) again.
Utmost love be not repressed! Along the curve; where do you rest?
To what degree have you been blessed? What gratitude is manifest?
I am far more grateful now, for the God I love and serve.
I see better here somehow of where my thanks is on the curve.
God’s love is not repressed, so along the curve; where do you rest?
To what degree have you been blessed? What gratitude is manifest?
So many words, such boring waffle
Posturing peacocks, whispering snakes,
Actions so twisted doubtful if lawful
A bunch of connivers, dithering flakes.
In the House which they rule
They pointed and frowned
Lectures unending as if back at school,
Comments unwelcomed, arguments drowned.
Then to the Senate the matter was sent
Pelosi's grandstanding the Media in tow,
Swaying opinion her only intent
Her hands animated, her face all aglow.
But Mitch was just waiting,
Lurking, knives drawn,
Biding his time skillfully baiting,
For he had the Queen, they just the Pawn.
Here comes their bleating
Lost sheep wailing foul
They accuse us of cheating
Which makes me just howl.
Boy I like winning
It's such a huge high,
I so can't stop grinning
While watching them cry.
Now the deal's done
This farce put to bed,
I'll continue to stun
As I forge way ahead
They thought they could win
By playing the part
But if acting's a sin
I've mastered that art.
Another four years
Of me and my tribe,
No matter their tears
To me they'll subscribe.
To
The Unresolved Album cover with the null and void album
Cc
Involved parties in disputed acquittal
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Ownership of microfiche
Subject
“I let the fish go”
Dear concerned parties
(To whom it may concern)
After writing free verse for quite a few years, I am feeling my free verse is hurting me too much these days. Most of these are like daily writing, as I simply register the day to day in trivialities. Why will one care about your stuff anyway, if these are always tracing back to the ridicule zone, almost always? They were cathartic reasons, but they were never torturing this much, they were whence time was true.I hold no grudges, and I stop unfolding there, as I care deeply, and vulnerably.
Let them know. Let them grow.
Thanking,
A writer.
Old fat spider tweaking in a tree!
Old fat spider can’t see me!
Adderall! Adderall!
Names to call,
Call while tweaking, lost to me.
Old Trumpnoddy, all big body,
Runs rough-shoddy, all can see!
Adderall! Adderall!
Down you fall!
He's too busy tweaking and he's lost to me!
Fani and Letitia playing games
weaving webs to wind him.
Addled, laughs and calls them names,
but they already fined him!
Want to win? You need the middle;
but you're are fat and lazy.
Tweeting, tweaking, won't get acquittal,
in your cobwebs crazy.
(With apologies to J.R.R. Tolkien's fine poem in The Hobbit)
TO THE INNOCENCE OF LOVE OF SELF
Dwelling in the court
Of the inner sanctum
Of self-contemplation,
Sage mind of jurisprudence,
Charged my heart
With abject neglect:-
Not of cherished others,
But of the me that I am;
And that I must love myself
As much—if not more–
Than I love others:-
And furthermore,
That me, myself and I,
Should love each other,
As the God of love loves us:-
Oh, my God! The mind
Reprimanding the heart!
Am I forced to take
The 5th, lest I self-incriminate
My poor self by subjecting my heart
To become a pawn of the mind??
For so long–in innocence–I’ve been guilty
Of backwards love, leaving self-love,
Collecting dust on the shelf of self:-
Jesus! Me, myself, and I, for so long,
Have been strangers to each other:
We each, giving unto others, all that love
Which loving God long ago sanctioned,
That as one, should be given unto self:-
Yes, "to err is human; to forgive is divine."
Aren’t I, myself, and me worthy of earthly divinity?
Forgive me, self–please forgive me–little did I know
That self-love never needs any defense or acquittal;
And this is irrespective of it being found guilty of purpose:
Loving who I am, who I have been, and who I always will be:-
Hey, welcome home: you, me, and myself, I’ve dearly missed y’all:-