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Last Friday was shall we say? An un-remarkable day.' Yet George Galloway
I sadly say was then 'waylaid' by counter
Terrorist forces.' Now he must have had
An idea? Such could happen.' To me that
Much is clear.! So i suggest he would hold
No info.? To cause him un-needed aggro.'
When leaving Moscow at the get-go.' So was this exerscise of article three purely
Theater (liza Do-little) invades my mind at
This point impertently.! He was detained for (thirty minutes) phones items checked
Yet no-things emminent were innit.' En-it..
Was this a waste of all our time.? And a
Cheapening of the defence act against terroristic crime..A stick of politic.? To shut him up if so 'its sick' and a show of
Poppy red.' What sense can be in starmers head.? I gaze amazed at such antics..In truth we all should hurl bat-bricks.' Metaohorically of course.! I think
Labour are indeed un-horsed.' Though of
The hobby type ' I only inferr of course'
1st Verse
There is an assured place for us
Jesus
There’s an assured place at the cross
Our Lord, Savoir
Has forgiven us
When we have repented
Mercies and grace
All in place Hallelujah
ChorusGlory
Honor Worshiping power
There’s sweet peace
There’s sweet release
Hallelujah
Glory to the Lamb
Sing Saints over, over and over again
There is an assured place in Christ
In our life and after life assured in God
There is an assured place in Jesus, Jesus
2nd Verse
There is an assured place for us
Jesus
For we are wretch undone
Born in sin
The Lord Jesus, has forgiven us
There is an assured place for us
Jesus
There’s an assured place in heaven
ChorusGlory
Honor Worshiping power
There’s sweet peace
There’s sweet release
Hallelujah
Glory to the Lamb
Sing Saints over, over and over again
There is an assured place in Christ
In our life and after life assured in God
There is an assured place in Jesus, Jesus
3rd Verse/Reframe
Let us draw near;
With a sincere heart;
In full assurance of faith;
Having hearts sprinkled clean from an evil conscience;
Then allowing our bodies washed with HIS pure water;
Inspired by words of Poetess Beata Agustin
Hebrews 10:22
Also Dedicated to Beata Agustin
4/2/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.
“This is love: to fly toward a secret Sky, to cause a hundred veils to fall each moment. First to let go of life.
Finally, to take a step without feet.” ~ Rumi
Life can be a pilgrimage through rainless moors
and solemn seascapes draped
in mists of soundless mayhem,
where bleeding butterflies reflect
the fading stars etched with broken promises~
that time has abandoned.
I am a corpse of a firefly suspended
in a maroon mirage,
chained with petunias and pearls,
while my heart seeks a celestial chorus
to recite a harmonious hymn.
I yearn to write a compassionate chord,
ricocheting with empathetic embers,
silencing the fiendish
drumbeats of the devious leeches,
searing the fragile curves
of my cinnamon skin,
as I’ve long been a victim
of the vindictive voices of Satan
and his spellbound followers.
Yet nestled between temptation and torment,
a garden of miracles blooms
with lavender lakeshores,
its sweet scents of honey-rose petals
infusing the aching air,
unveiling a sky adorned with lily wings
and sapphire serenity.
O how I long to be the
silhouette of moon fairies
revising and rearranging
kismet melodies shaped in sorcery~
for I draw salt-kissed sunsets
in acrylic eloquence,
to eliminate black magic violations
still running beneath my trembling toes.
I will dance to the alliterative rhythm of
adjectives and assonance,
flowing in sync with the viking violin
within my soul.
So listen to the unlocked
tunes of restricted rhymes;
you’ll hear my name unchained from
the maleficent mantras~
weaving metaphors
screaming between resilient lines of
highlighted healing,
rephrasing the art of letting go
tattooed in raven jewels,
flipping porcelain pages of hope,
flowing within
the anthology of sprouting orchids.
I fly through the trees, my eyes fixed on a cup
of water
That drifts
between Heaven & Hell, since
smiling drugstores sell ice
cream for
cancer, until midnight captures
stars reflecting
The Carny's bark of deliverance, while
mice sleep for
centuries, as
Wagons circle around junipers, parched jasmine
lays
forgotten until
reports of muskets shake power, absent 'till gold
surrenders to floating
Shards of glass, speaking mystical tongues from
mouths of
Mustangs trampling
religion that heralds Cathedrals of Angels-
voices, my Grandfather promised
tomorrow
voices,
my Grandfather
promised
tomorrow
#How_belitled_and_demoralized
my intuitiveness turned into a floor door mat, my innate abilities, said to be incompetent, my ego tarnished, worse when the gift I embraced in my palms from birth, as a token of blessing from heaven to this very land of men n creatures, titled whack n premature by a foreign nationalist, whom saw refugee to my ancestors soil. The mouth that puked on my ego, the words that tossed my humility n humanity a lil astray, my body catching temperatures so fuming n patient dismantling
a near blast of self reserve, the grounds I'm standing on trembling, my self esteem tilting, time pacing so unusual, nothing making sense, everything sounding irrelevant n useless, all these bringing back the dragon in me to life, everything n everyone losing shape n size to my presence, hell standing attentioned to the aftermath, my ancestors flattening, while my creator shook his head n said "there's no obstacle, which can exceeds ur strength n faith" then my whole body n mind shuts down n the human in came back to conscious
that ache, which torched my visibility, seen as a thread to a fellow brother of colour, how envy n jealousy pollutes man mind n heart, with internal hate n anger, blocking breathing ports for citizenship n reasons unbearable to ones life n loved ones, which freed man out of Egypt"a country of starvation n human oppression slavery " n a promised land which came as the only choice not a promised one, being that of which I received my swearing, just after couple of full stomach nights, made possible by a whiteman n my personality suddenly puked upon
#Poetic_Ink
Once you are in love
With your fond muse
On the slightest ruse
She’ll get you above
To ornate emptiness
Of aesthetic in grace
Seeking exclusively
Worded art in a glee
Views red and white
Word loud and quiet
Image blue and pink
Rainbows for the ink
Your mundaneness
Of the gun and fun
Will lose the cages
Under the cold sun
Unruffled you’ll see
She makes you airy
You’ll feel the stone
Gone from the lone
Soul, you’re reborn
With rose and thorn
Tremors in neurons
Get rhododendrons
The exciting flowers
Your creative hours
The single malt fine
Taking to cloud nine
What a lovely refuge
Embracing my muse
_________________
4/9/2016
Should we write in form to make a shape
Or let our minds run free, associate?
Such tangled webs within the mind are draped
Oh, to run as free as antelopes
But from sharp tigers noone will escape
Can we control , disarm within a shape?
Love’s enacted falsely , making rape
Inside our hearts shall we recover hope?
Such tangled webs the curtained mind creates
Round the marbled minds we half dazed traipse
Wherever we go hunting, we’re too late
Can we control our fear within a shape?
Collapsing faith cracks , can we concentrate
Or from the deal , do we dissociate?
Such tangled webs of mind make ripe our hate
Now sex compels but will can’t procreate
Can kindness smile and friendship instigate?
Should we write in form when we love shape?
Our mingled maps of mind might mangle fate
Old testement judges, faced the wiles..Of the people, each had (a style. A skill?) Sampson
Was wayward, Ruth was loyal; Ehud was
Intense to repay and kill, Samuel was balanced, effective and direct working most diligent, under God to great effect.'
On soup there are judges..Quite a different
Set, appointed by the virtue.? Of situ and
Consistency, it was quite challenging that line to get.' Wheew.!! These people dispense positions, on different styles of
Writing, titles theme's; rhymes prose and
Dreams.? Who will succeed.? Is the whole
Process frightening? Or could be its
enlightening? its good to know they have no
'Axe's to grind...' and no lives will depend on how they assess contestents lines.! They are most reasonable not treasonable
Specially to God.' Not quite paragons.' Or
Polygons.? Danm its hard to get this
write, right..So
I have not made a good one.' But I hope
to make amends, i plead life and circumstaces..To any enemies? And friends..So to the best of my..Er???judgement thats the best, as i can explain
I think best to finish while i'm? Well i can't
But winning? then yet again? No i'm not the best at
Any political poetry game.? Aim? Aims?
Oh this is painstaking in the main...'
How not to metephorically kill the reader
Now.? Specially any judges reading this
Frame.)
(not really, but just wanted
to get your attention.)
Thus "NOT FAKE," but
poetic quasi true anecdote
infused fictionalized
by this ole goat
with prevarication
to enliven of no note
characteristic, and certainly
not worth quote
ting - for any future
reference material, imp poet
tent to sketch a biography
of one otherwise tote
tem mick drab existence,
that happens
moost would vote
as exhibiting blank pages,
which means no ghost
for me life story needed since
no words needing tubby wrote.
thus the crux of foraging
into how the missus
snorts in her sonorous way
the one repetitive sleepy tune,
that doth not
warrant a veejay,
nor and thespian to reenact
a zonked out spouse from
exercising at the
Y.M.C.A. today,
but each increment of time
imposes additional wear
and tear on the body electric,
thus no place...(except...
Swiss Side or
Willoughby), to runaway
from senescence process
so one must savor
to the maximum propinquity
of each moment
analogous as if one received
money for their
existence as being payday
before day of reckoning,
which could occur any
minute, hour, second...
with no noway
opportune time will
provide any leeway,
especially for those
ping folks immediately
at ground zero, where
husband or wife
kept awake from partner
mercilessly growling drones
hell bent on then simply jay
ping, when agent provocateur
awakens only to find
themselves bound and gagged
unable to attend the
Scottish celebration of hogmanay.
I DO NEED YOU LORD BUT WHY
I'm not an atheist, I do believe in Christ
How can an all loving God given us such allow any of this
Homelessness, poverty, shootings and killings
How can a loving God allow the feelings of man to desolve
I don't believe He loves me
But inside I feel I need Him
I do need you Lord but why
When all I do is suffer and cry
I don't believe you love this world
Because the creation you've created
Disobeyed you now you've condemn us
When the truth of the matter is...
God's given us FREE will
The choices are yours and mine
God's condemnations and punishments
Only applies to us when we(I) disobey our Lord God
Crimes, murders, killings, rapes, wars, asaughts
Incests, fonications, adulteries
I don't believe you love this world
Because the creation you've created
Yet, after all the pains have worn off
And after my shame no longer remains
And my hurt feelings are now timed forgotten, turn to laugher
I don't believe He loves me
But inside I feel I need Him
I do need you Lord but why
It's not you Father God
The sin that is in this world
Is because of my choice cause I didn't want to listen
The sin that is in this world
Not your fault but mine
I do need you Lord but why
Why, because.....
I do need you Lord to live this and the next life
3/2/18
Written Words by James Edward Lee ©2018