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Where are we now, O people of light?
We who once led the world to what is right.
We taught the world the power of prayer,
Now we are lost, confused, and scared.
Once our minds reached stars so high,
Now we just watch and wonder why.
Once our hearts were strong with faith,
Now they are weak, full of hate.
We were the people of knowledge and art,
Of pure belief and fearless heart.
But now we sleep while others rise,
We close our books, we shut our eyes.
Our mosques are full, but hearts are cold,
Our stories of glory are old and told.
We talk of Islam, but live in show,
Tell me, my brother ,where did we go?
Where is the courage of Salah’s hand?
Where is the wisdom that built this land?
Where are the poets who spoke of flame,
Where are the souls that feared no blame?
We blame the world, we blame the West,
But we forgot we failed our test.
We lost our vision, our faith, our art,
We let the fire fade from heart.
Rise again, O Muslim soul!
Find your strength, regain your role!
Hold the Qur’an and knowledge near,
And walk with faith, without fear.
The world still waits for us to be,
The voice of peace, of unity.
The torch of truth in the darkest night,
The builders of love, the bringers of light.
The world still waits for us to show,
That Islam means to learn, to grow.
To build the earth with wisdom’s hand,
To heal the hearts, to guide the land.
The world still waits for us to rise,
To open hearts and open eyes.
To break the chains of hate and greed,
And plant again the Prophet’s seed.
O people of faith, wake up, stand tall,
You were made to lift, not fall.
Return to Allah, return to His way,
And lead the lost world once again someday.
I saw him as I entered the city gates—
a man clothed not in robes, but in a strong green light.
His presence bent the air.
Birds above broke into sudden song.
A cool wind swept the dust from the streets.
The city had known no rain for three years.
Yet when his foot touched the ground,
soft rain began to fall,
as though heaven had remembered us.
He walked the street in silence.
A golden ibis descended,
resting upon his shoulder in slow, deliberate motion.
The sick rose from their beds,
though he had not spoken their names.
Animals followed him in quiet procession.
Children ran to him,
crying “Green Heart! Green Heart!”
He raised his hand,
and they answered with laughter.
Behind him, flowers broke open.
Trees bore fruit out of season.
Strangers embraced like brothers.
Sisters sang again in the marketplace.
But who was he?
Some whispered, “A wanderer from the mountains.”
Others fell to their knees and said,
“It is God, walking among us.”
New day spring has sprung
prequel before cleansing
Father so cleanses the air
evaporated wet air rain
With raindrops of cooling rain
this thing falls we thank Him
Advance for sunshine as
Within as cooling new day rain
we praise Him in the rain
beautiful promised rainbow
colorful promise to us from
Allah we thank Him for His breath
within as cooling new day rain
~
the cooling breeds light rain
bright falling on us so
we felt cool breeze light raindrops
as did He places inside of us
within as cooling new day rain
~
His breath of life
what a beautiful spring rainy day
praise and inhale His aroma
Within as cooling new day rain
5/19/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2024
The Lord God Almighty is "Omnipresent because "He is Alive"! Allah is a "Dead God"!Allah is a dead God because he has not raised "Muhhammad The Phrophet from "The Dead"! Muhhammad The Phrophet is still dead and has not been raised from "The Dead" by Allah! Muhhamad The Phrophet has not been raised from the dead and that is a real fact! Is it because "Allah" who is supose to be God cannot raise his Phrophet Muhhammad from the dead because Allah is a fale God. A fales God lies! That is the truth!Allah is a "dead god" who has not raised "Muhhamad The phrophet from the dead"! Muhammad The Phrophet is still dead! It is terrible to say that "Muslims Worship " A "Dead God" ! The Lord God Almighty is a "Living God" and he raised his only begotten son "Jesus Christ" from "The Dead" ,and Jesus Christ is "The Lord God Almighty's Prophet and "Only Begotten Son"! Jesus Christ is "The Only Begotten Son of "The Only "Living God"! I Worship A "Living God".and that is what keeps me alive and keeps me wise! It is wise to "Worship A Living God" who is "Omnipresent"!!!! My God is "ALIVE"! Do you feel "Those Vibes"! Worship a God That is Alive! Here is "The Truth"! Those who reject "The Lord God Almighty": They will "Receive Three Nuclear Bombs, and "They will be dropped on "Iran " like "The Nuclear Bombs " dropped on "Japan",and then those who "Worship a Dead God called "Allah" will understand why a "Living God " whose name is "THE LORD GOD ALMIGHTY" TELLS A DEAD GOD WHAT TO DO! Allah is a "Dead So Called"! Ten "Nuclear Bombs are going to be dropped on "Iran" !
We spent hours talking
as I wrote poetry he divinely
adored everything I wrote
he adored my grace my
dance my lovely smile each
morning he'd write how did
you sleep my beautiful we
gathered flowers for his
mother's grave the yellow
ones that grew near the nave
you're so beautiful the
most beautiful girl in the world
I want to share my world
with you can you just get
away be with me I would say
yes let's stroll the sand
hand in hand oh Retep you're
such a wonderful man
keeping a journal of our
secret plans the sun would
wink as the bridge opened
as we sailed across the tides
funny how life hides the good
parts leaving only broken
hearts torn and pulled apart
Peter desperately grabs for
what is left of our song
my poetry he did long
that fed his soul filled his
weariness i won't live
without you a dying lover
cancer never to recover
Emmitt Till buried next to my father
also unearthed next to my father
bur oaks cemetery Chicago Illinois
I never dreamed my death would be sought
For my American poetry severe corruption
ABUSE of power set my death
In the swamps to extort my American poetry
by Jamaican imposter's and a corrupt officers
niece my attacker my stalker severe repeat
violent offender seated with an arson murderer
Klansman craving my death finally murder me
and toss remains In with the alligators
Hillsborough river I must say I'm at peace
with this death because I will never ever stop
writing and allow a fatal attraction gain royalties
from my American poetry therefore I want
the world to know in thee event of my death
please check all the alligators in the swamp behind
my home for my remains and please allow open casket
as with Emmitt Till so the world can see how
I was murdered in America for my American poetry
Khadim Rizvi preaches gore
To his followers rioting in Lahore
He, wears lipstick and ladies dresses
His followers had lobotomies on dirty floors
They wish to murder a young girl of faith
for perceived insults to their petite virility
oh how merciful are these gang of monkeys
oh how merciful are these hateful devils
Rizvi is seen wearing red woman's shoes
Proof the prophet sends blood to his toes
His heart now a ticking time bomb
With justice, his beheading, then he be gone
Merciful these fanatics surely are not
Asia Bibi, your Muslim sisters shaking their heads
their burkas fall off, in disgust and in dread
Any woman of God, knows right and fears hate
Khadim is dim, Allah forgive his hate
but take his head, and his followers too
Open the bloody gate
Devils all, suffer your own fate
MARIETTE TURNER RICCARDO FROM OLD PHOTOGRAPHS FROM MY GRANDFATHERS COLLECTION OF SHOW GIRLS FROM HIS 1968 VEGAS MAZAGINE CHRISTMAS EDITIONS HOWEVER MARIETTA WAS MUCH MORE THAN THAT A JEWISH WOMAN WHOSE HUSBAND WAS CAPTURED DURINGWW11 MY GRANDFATHER TOLD ME SHE WOULD COME TO THE CAMP WEARING ONLY A FUR COAT MY POP WOULD HELP HER VISIT HER HUSBAND WHO WAS CAPTURED BY HITLER'S MEN AT ANYRATE AS I MOVED BACK NORTH STOPPING IN MARIETTA GEORGIA CROWN MOTEL SUFFERING TRAUMATIC BRAIN INJURY AFTER WITNESSING A MURDER AND FOR HURRICANES I CREATED MARIETTA KEATING A CHARACTER OF SORTS I WAS QUITE DESPERATE TRYING TO KEEP CIRO GARGANO AND HIS CRONIES FROM EXTORTING MY POETRY HE LATCHED ON TO MY POETRY ACTUALLY TRIED TO PAY JOHN GOTTI JR MAFIA DEBT. BY EXTORTING MY LIFE TO FEED TO THE GAMBINO CRIME FAMILY TO SETTLE HIS SCORES OVER THE PROPERTY ON SHERIDAN ROAD HIS TAILOR SHOP IDEA THAT FLEW OUT THE WINDOW WHEN HE TORCHED THE BUILDINGS TRIED TO WRITE AND HIDE FROM A MAD BOMBER USED CAR SALESMAN MILWAUKEE CRIME BOSS ARSONIST WHO LITERALLY BLEW MY BRAINS OUT GARGANO WAS ACTUALLY EXTORTING MY POETRY RACKETEERING MY POETRY TO SETTLE SCORES WITH GOTTI SO I REMEMBERED JOHNNY DEPP SECRET WINDOW HE ALSO WROTE IN A PENN NAME THIS ALLOWED ME TO WRITE WITHOUT THE STRESS OF GARGANO RIPPING MY TITLES HACKING INTO THE POETRY SIGHT AND WELL MARIETTA KEATING WAS BORN SO WAS HOLIDAY BILLIE CPL KING MARIETTA RICCARDO MERLOT YES AFTER A GLASS OF MERLOT I BELIEVED THIS ALLOWED ME A SAFE SPACE TO WRITE IN COMPLETE PRIVACY IT IS TRULY HARD BEING A WRITER PRIVACY IS EVERYTHING THANK YOU MARIETTA KEATING WE MADE LOVELY MUSIC TOGETHER MARIETTA KEATING MY ANCESTORS CARRIE KEATON ISOM KEETON MY GREAT GRANDMOTHER A ROYAL QUEEN CARRIE KEETON CONCIEVED MY NONA WITH WILLIAM MASON ITALIAN MASONARY BEING A WRITING TAKES PATIENCE YOU HAVE TO HAVE SIUTER NYMES TO PREVENT FATAL STALKERS FROM EXTORTING YOUR WORK I LOVE WRITING TRIBUTES TO MY ANCESTORS ALL APART OF MY AUTOBIOGRAPHY I APPLAUD ANTHONY PUZO MARIO PUZO MARIO CLERI IT'S HOW HE CREATED THE LAST DON
GOD BLESS ALL WRITERS
PRIVACY IS SO CRUCIAL IT IS TRULY
A BLESSING TO SHARE MY GIFT OF WRITING
WITH THE WHOLE WIDE WORLD
GOD BLESS AMERICA
The Impression
The bows are like...
those of a king,
but sadly...
I have lost something,
in the passing.
I waited my turn to speak,
I was respectful,
moral and ethical.
You are a big man,
anyone can see that.
I am not taking that down.
I am thrilled that your words,
have led me to new places,
my feet never dared
to believe I would go.
My heart is happier,
and my true King is near.
I have nothing to fear...
from anyone,
or anything.
Life is change,
and rebirth.
I have been born again.
I have been renewed,
measurements have been taken,
and they are beyond expectations,
not because of me...
because of Him.
I will walk on.
He knows my heart.
My words to you...
unimportant.
Whispers in the air,
just gratitude,
and fair utterances,
of thanks.
If you are reading these lines now
It means that you've found my last poem
I wrote it before some days, hid it under my pillow
I knew you would find it here;
Where I used to leave my scribbles
Where I used to shed my tears
And whisper my hearty prayers
I spent a night after another
Wondering... Pondering
Thinking of how to live in peace
Thinking of how to die in peace
Oh! Allah... help me
You are the only one who knows
You know where this life goes
Remember me whenever you sip your coffee
Whenever you have chocolate and ice-cream
I loved everyone, I forgave everyone
I hope they'll forgive me, too
My heart was so wide and kind
But my life was blacker than my very black dress
I experienced wars, I suffered from stress
Maybe you're crying now
Maybe you've started to miss me
Maybe you're puzzled…
If this is her last poem, where is her FIRST?!
Don't cry, don't worry
Don't even be sorry; my body has gone, but not my soul
And one day, you'll find them all
I'm sorry for this unclear handwriting
I wrote it in a hurry; once it came to my mind
I'm sure that you got it
As you always got me right
I wanted to hug you, to hug you tight
But it's impossible now since I'm out of sight
I hate to say goodbye, so here is my full stop
( . )
P.S. Sleep well because you will see me in your dreams
Blackmatta
9/1/2015 Tuesday