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You Cosmic Poetic Butterfly
When your mind—
The c o c o o n
Of your spirit—
Re
lea
ses,
With your essence
Of healing words,
Let the rhythmic
Wings of your being,
Soar you—
Streamlining
Airways
Of life—
Of graceful
Liberation,
To those cosmic beings
In the universe of life:
Awaiting its
Hydrating
Oxidation
Of the
Onederful
Onement
Of the
Oneness
Of your
Ondering
Peace
And
Love.
GOD IS THE BEST:
(VERSE 1)
Sorrow that I'd trade,
You're changing all my fate.
Strength that I'd prayed,
You've fulfilled all my aim.
I'm giving up my vain things...
Such giving up my vain things.
Wrongs that I've made,
You've taken all my shame,
Troubles that I'd faced,
I'm saved by your grace.
I'm really happy for your great things.
God, I really appreciate your great things.
(CHORUS)
God is the best,
Clearing all my blustery days,
Holding all my trust.
I'm treading now,
God on my side,
Greatness on the airways,
ooooooh, already.
God is the best,
Clearing all your blustery days,
Hold all your trust.
You treading now,
God on your side,
Greatness on the airways,
ooooooh, already.
God is the best,
Clearing all our blustery days,
Holding all our trust.
We treading now,
God on our side,
Greatness on the airways,
ooooooh, already.
(VERSE 2)
Christ in me,
The hope that I have.
Christ in you,
The hope that you have.
We singing all the praise to God,
We giving all the praise to God.
All this while,
Was far from the truth.
All this while,
Was lost and confused.
We really saved by the grace of God,
We really saved by the grace of God.
CHORUS :
God is the best,
Clearing all my blustery days,
Holding all my trust.
I'm treading now,
God on my side,
Greatness on the airways,
ooooooh, already.
God is the best,
Clearing all your blustery days,
Holding all your trust.
You treading now,
God on your side,
Greatness on the airways,
ooooooh, already.
God is the best,
Clearing all our blustery days,
Holding all our trust.
We treading now,
God on our side,
Greatness on the airways,
ooooooh, already.
A NIGHTLY PRAY FOR HER-GOOD NEW DAY BLESSED BELOVED WOMAN OF GOD 2 cr
Night-night Be in our Father's arms. Be Rested, sleep well awaken refreshed Whole full of His peace, love, and joy, Love Goodnight
Awaked by His gift of breath and conscience
Blessed Good New Day Beloved
I pray that you've slept well.
And that Our Father's joy and peace
Embraces you as you're opening your eyes.
May the grace and mercy of our Daddy
Indwell in and on you. Daily
May He Lord Jesus Our God guard and shield your heart renewing Your Mind as well.
We claimed favor of God we claim the newness of heart and mind
We claim blessings and the favor of God
We claim no pains no sadness this day we trust believe and receive
This new day blessing from my Father in Jesus name we pray AMEN
Beloved Blessings, may you have a blessed rest sleep.
You shall have a blessed sleep. God bless you with all your endeavors.
May His goodness love and peace cover and guard and protect you as you sleep.
Sleep tight within Our Father's arms.
God of the airways, the atmosphere all of creation
Got you covered fully. In His omnipresent state.
May He resonate in every room in your dwelling.
May He as well look over your children and family. He blesses God is working on us
...In Jesus mighty name Amen
I Speak and Believe; I Know blessings belong to you. God's favor belongs to you seven x seventy-fold portions. In Him thus moment partake of His goodness, grace, mercies, Joy, Peace and Love
4/26/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2023©
This is not the entity that has been touted and written about
since the times before tamed fire
It is fire, it is malevolent and for that reason it entices me
Enveloped in a shroud of rage unrelenting
Uncaring in its timid posture, it sits patiently
light caressing its curves like a flamenco dancer
In the veins of a volcanic structure, streams of magma
flow slow and serene, effortless in its fervency
I see it staring back at me, and I must pay my dues
for such a crime to even think I could withstand it
My fingertips wavered within its presence, and yet
with daring stupidity I embraced it, the entity
I believe in the torments of Hell now, this is not of Earth’s soil
Lightning flailed like a wailing newborn within me
With every breath I took, every single one,
was a step towards inevitability
The bellows within my body were a searing forge, the sands
of my finite years turned to glass entering my airways
But oh what divine fruity ecstasy you are
Gehenna, this entity that offers me spiritual sustenance
in this experience of culinary S&M
Inspection report
meeting went well
met with him
only at age six
G P silver in the damage
is shown her
the news from the rear
and as well as shown
for the termite damage.
In the termite
go we had been a UGS
the basic questions of morality
and using this statement
denying them the answer
most questions
afterwards
we went outside
to take a picture
although the front porch
into I noticed
there was something
very strange looking
at the front porch
the pedestal
on the front porch
were quoted
so he headed
from facing the street
and in from the street
station house
the fed is still on
riding his meaning
to the eye
and that has left his leading
to the left
we noticed
there were cracks
in the forge:
long the foliage
including the crack
on in the front door
we also know
is that the doors
are at opening
in the awkward men
we also noticed
a big crowd
on the right side of the house
on in the mist
airways to the right baseline
we took a look
at the the souls in 141571413 1415
that this is an old event in 1413
left as to his meeting
in Ford’s 111415
in the right one
is even for now
we suspect that uses serious settlement issue
in that the house is cracking
on the house
in the house
is trying to balance
its closing the porch
this is just
what left
in the says
this is a serious issue
we are sending information
to a lawyer
asked his advice
before we can’t turn our
insurance for content and
Rescinded the new
we will go to the court
has to figure out the procedures
for the deal
against the key man
this evening
I hope to do some writing
style dictation
On early Thursday morning,
Terror filled the New York sky.
And two engines were disabled,
By a flock of birds passing by.
Departing from La Guardia,
Bound for Charlotte, N.C.
US Airways flight 1549,
Departed at 3:24 from NYC.
And moments after departure,
A calm subtle voice was heard.
Stating to brace for impact,
Before the impact occurred.
The plane essentially became,
A 170,000 pound glider.
As the 58-year old captain,
Became the flights safety provider.
And in a controlled descent,
He steered the disabled craft.
Over the George Washington bridge,
And safely sailing it like a raft.
155 passengers survived as his,
Courage and heroism was outstanding.
On 1-15-09, the pilot of pilots,
Performed an amazing splash landing.
_________________________________
Inspired by the courage and heroism
of Captain Chesley B. Sullenberger, III,
for the Miracle of the Hudson on 1-15-09
Streets are filling with needles, disease, and narcissists.
The airways are rimmed with demands for respect.
If you don't agree 100 %, they'll wring your neck
People U-turn to the outhouse to retrieve souls.
Not realizing until it's too late.
That they've flushed it all down the toilet bowl...
Grasping blindly through turds of madness...
Directionless.
They turn from Love and God into the blowhole
of influencers, YouTubers and TikTokers.
Pods of dolphin people flipping for clicks...
Looking to make a name for themselves.
Not through talent, class and hard work.
but through shock and crassness.
They fancy to blame boomers for failures and madness.
I once had a teacher (frustrated by our terminal self-centeredness)
who once told a bunch of giggling know-it-all kids...
" One day the world is going to scare the living hell out of you".
How right you were, Mr. Adams.
How right you were.
I’m dying…I really am
And those around me see the forces pushing me out
Sticky black outlines me, scratching its way inside
I feel like the divided creatures are availing…
My heart is failing
Is there a worse feeling?
I want to find a healing…but the eyes keep closing
FACEBOOK masks and seething lies bleeding outwards
Murdering personality, some say
Words of poetry undeserving recognition
Minds are crawling away from me as I reach for warmth
Grabbing onto a glob of black
I can’t see their real intentions…he needs an intervention
The priests won’t stop dunking her in the waters of perversion
Spitting open Pangaea, letting them flood its base
Things are going so fast…time is ticking disasters
A quiet sadness in souls I’ll never know
I’ll never come to understand you—I can't look them in the eyes
The tumultuous pupils overflow with the blackness…sticking the eyelids together
And drying…coagulating…
Binding…blinding
Only burning flames can lick it away
But my fingers are smoldering from the metallic roll of the lighter’s starter
The fuel is running too rapidly through my veins
Smoky ambience is weathering the skies
While Pangaea is depleted…broken
The creatures are separated—WE ARE SO MAD AT EACHOTHER
Racial content bleeding from the melting wax of our exteriors
Brotherhood—merely incestuous wasteland of hornless hornets
Empty stomachs moving special organs
Singling the heart out…
Shifting the lungs that give them airways of achievement
My teeth sinking into my cheek
I can’t move them…I can’t even speak
Breathe On Me God
"Breathe" on me with your sweet breath O Lord
Light inspiration's "gasp" with breathy embers
Sweep out my forlorn "whisper" of melancholy
"Utter" the familiar freshness I remember.
In soft whirlwind "murmur" stir my heart
Refresh my stale swirling breath
Resuscitate my starving breath
No asthmatic wheeze of strangled death.
Let me inhale your animation
My words exhale the "sigh" of life's prophecy
Your murmuring winds clear my blocked airways
To soar on wings of breathing majesty.
Open my passages of sighing palpitation
My soul alive in eternal respiration
5-3-21
Contest: Breathe
Sponsor: Constance La France
Required Words: breathe, gasp, murmur, sigh, whisper, utter
Oh!, my dear, you hold me so near
Listen to me what I say, and be clear.
I am a tiny organ, just your fist size
Placed within the chest cage
Look at me beyond love and rage.
From a cardiac crescent my journey
as a biological pump took headway
when you were just six weeks old
in the womb of your worthy mom
I keep pumping life fluid the blood
to nourish your brain and entire body.
My valves and chambers work very hard
Millions of beats, gallons of blood
And carry it unflinchingly to each organ
To every cell without distinction.
You know, I don’t rest for a fraction of second
If I do, you would land in cremation ground.
I certainly keep pumping and keep you alive
For that you need to take care of me as well
Eat what is good for me, not the yummy taste
Your tongue relishes that most
Keep away the deep-fried food and alcohol
Don’t clog my arteries with the cholesterol.
No cigar and smoke to keep airways clean
Don’t chock the lungs that feed me oxygen.
Keep away diabetes and hypertension
Don’t worry and say no to stress and strain
and keep tab on level of cortisol and adrenaline
Limit salt, sugar, and saturated fats well within.
once you notice my struggle and thumping pain
sooner without delay, go for preventive action.
If need be, take me to desk of a surgeon
Oust the clog in my arteries with stenting
If you care me, I too will care you for life-long
Let us live in harmony and sing lively life song.