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I have poured out my heart like water
But only those understanding will see
I have laid the grief of the children
before the King appointed to be
I have studied each fragile connection
and the way that men hurt their own
the shield and the scars sealed deeply
and left too many hearts without home
Slave to traditions and teachings
don’t taste don’t touch and don’t care
Ten thousand things that you shouldn’t
of ideological stoning beware
But none can follow examples
of courses they don’t understand
but let’s flay them alive with blazing
and their lives let’s mark with a brand
When learning you to walk upright
when you fell were you beaten and shamed
if just now you are learning to do right
is it just when you fall to be framed
In the gentle stillness
in movement softer than a breeze
pictures of their future
the rest of man at ease
And tender are the Words
that coax the fragile shoots
whose mildness alights
the growth of goodly fruits
Your promises have held me
and voice mine ears carress
in delicate expressions
which avows your loves address
You have drawn us with affection
with persuasions clearly pure
assurances of a truthful pledge
of a love that will endure
In earnest is your bestowal
the announcements of your speech
in readiness to accomplish
to divulge the heart you teach
The essence of your compassion
the ardor of your intent
the center of our being
to its enlargement are we bent
We waded through embankments
and rivers did we ford
sought for the precious things
what is the Truth of Lord
You are the Sun the Moon the Rain
the energy that creates growth
the spirit who supports all Life
and to save it given oath
We will forever turn to you
and happily throw our crown
prostrate in humble gratitude
For the Love within have found
sources : Psalms Proverbs
Ecclesiastes
COPYRIGHT © 2012 C Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC
upon this precipice of change
where all must succumb
hues of brown to orange to yellow
where limbs become bare
shadows dance in skeletons
once bodies in fullness stood
the air no longer needs temperament cooling
a cold wind dances in, destiny unafraid
and only the most hardy of those with wings
sing in the early morning stillness
feast at feeders, grow fewer in numbers
it is in this moment of seasonal beauty
my heart aches for a time
when all this landscape holds
is a war that rages among the transition
from ice to mud
i wait within most deepest
the breath of the robin's song
dancing joyously upon the lawn
when at last the inner eye
sees the blooms waiting in the sunrise
it is here my faith is deepest
where all the promises are kept
so i sit on this bench as time
calls the next season in
when change permeates all i see
the inner eye knows
all assurances are waiting
when life takes me past time
in my own war of mud-to-ice
i will be forever free
where blooms greet the sunrise
where the green sea turns a deeper blue
the morrow of no more sorrow glistens
Oregon 9/23
The Masked Ghoul Mr. CinChief
Fear mongering and peddling crude dirt politics
Is his favorite tool of trade at as this moment...
The one they do call time and again Our able leader
One who hides behind vain smiles
And assurances of half ridden truths
With cleverly disguised yesterday’s lies
Carefully disguised as today’s half-truths
Has mesmerized the ignoramus masses
Into believing that he can still can deliver
Smiles and church assured appearances
Pleas are sworn then handsome handouts
With his nice looks can you fault him
Many are embittered thou they bought
Into this ninjas folly and gave him votes
Daily now is their lament and disillusionment
This had the Gen-zees pouring into the streets
To agitate against the Red Black and Green State
A country that has sold the future of its youth
To the demigods of greed and kakistocracy.. thou
The many youths believe a bright dawn beckons
With the coming of the promise of a new dawn
The rising of fresh leadership rooted in pan Africanism
With a fresh dose of non-bowed African renaissance
Revolution anthem the street resounds with the masses
This the price of revolution is in agitation
The awaited new dawn will deliver our people
Against the overwhelming feelings of hopelessness
Against a background of the portrayed greed
Against deep rooted neo colonialism in leadership
Into a pretty beckoning future of economic liberation
#Code254_AfricanReneissance
the night i realized i could never fall in love again
i saw a white bird at 3:13 AM
contoured,
unobscured by the darkness,
gliding above the black SUV
where i smuggled my rotting flesh,
harbored beyond the shore of throbbing bodies,
bathed in blue light
in a country where i could never be understood
the night i realized i could never fall in love again
i saw a white bird at 10:15 PM,
unconfined, its primary covert
donning the grey spell of clouds
where it found its refuge,
drifting through my weary eyes
are you tired of me yet?
your porcelain hands fractured beneath my stubborn grip,
your fragments surrendered to the current,
destined to wash upon someone else's coast
i gave myself to you
until nothing remained
your life became unwillingly tangled in mine,
and though my miserly delusions
spoiled long ago,
their memories still root themselves like thorns,
piercing my skull
i cannot stop the bleeding
i wish i could apologize,
for you do not deserve to remain imprisoned
inside the amber haze
i selfishly refuse to bury
although i released you several years ago,
i still slit my wrists daily,
just to let the blood leech
my bitter, dried-up heart
i wish you knew
i do not know another way to exist
no poem,
no human,
no touch
can return spilled blood to my veins
on one of the many nights
my heart was drained of its warmth,
i dreamt i gave birth to a baby girl
painfully, miserably,
i folded inward,
with no one
inside my blurred horizon
i only cry openly in my sleep,
because it is the only place
where i see things as they are
without the diluted disguise of hope,
without the beguiled assurances
of my narrowing reality
i remember i can never fall in love again
every moment i fail to love myself enough
to entrust this emaciated body
to another soul
the day i knew it was time to carve this godforsaken life into stone,
i saw no white bird at no particular time
i sat motionless
on a train that would not stop
for my strangled sobs,
for a stalled existence as pathetic as mine
so, with tears i could not suppress
retracing the map of my bloodshot face,
i engraved
what i had known
since the day you left:
my own death sentence.
I whisper a quiet prayer
Gentle thoughts of hope and faith
Inspirations for the one who knows
God is alive and He is up above
Yet He is inside, sharing His insights
Filling my soul with His wonder
His light and love, His second chance
To be someone worthwhile
Someone who knows God as guide
I murmur a tender prayer
Soft reflections of beauty and peace
Dreams awakened by the Father
Who shares His kindness, His compassion
The joy of a smile, a twinkle in an eye,
The feeling that this life is simply
A stepping stone on the way to much more
The assurance of a place where His
Love fills the entire abode with elation
I breathe a personal prayer
With promises that will not fade
Into the shadows of worry or pain
These treasured assurances remind
That His light will always stir the belief
Bringing out feelings of absolute relief
Reassurance that His grace, His way
Is the answer to every need, each plea
For a new day, a new way, bringing
Hearts into the relationship that assures
His love is stronger than we can imagine
His love is filled with the delight of heaven
I sigh an authentic prayer
Filled with the desire to spark a fire
Of joy that warms the heart and soul
With the promise of a love that is a sign
From above – a light in the darkness
Shelter from the storm and so much more
This love comes to life inside the one
Who knows that life only begins
When we’re forgiven of our sins
By the One who knows our spirits
And secures our souls with His redemption
I’m thankful for the One who created me
And gave me His spirit to inspire this faith
That will always be alive and filled with delight
Because I know the One whose spirit resides inside.
Contest: Broken Promises
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a smouldering ember, promises lay on white ash emitting amber sparks into a half barrel ~
hot barbecue was long past eaten with its
juicy sauces dripping fat down sunburned
throats (...)
for what are promises but hopes for another experience, other canvases when such is no-one’s prerogative but Divinity’s to give-
take at stake as cosmic balance deems
stability fit —-
hairline cracks within whispering strings
verbalised appear as thoughtforms touch
oxygen to smoulder upon brick and mortar
dissipating into sandgrains upon a pane of
tears transmuting promises into primroses
fractured assurances open hearts like
bread broken on a spring picnic mat
cracked ghost glass secretly glanced in
darkness as subliminals already heard
distorted frequencies enticing eerie
perceive avatar promises as poorly stitched
pom-poms ready to fray onto polished floor
for in dim silence mind flowering tongue
is but colourful creator making magic
with both promises and primroses
let every augur dance across forehead
in daisy chains
for core to remain unsore ~
Oh mighty God With Us
Jesus
He's my suit
God With Us
He will cover me
Cover you
With his feathers on their nests
Father shelters me my father shelters me
My God shelters me
My God shall protect me with his Mighty Wings
And his faithfulness
His promises
Are my protection his faithfulness
Assurances give me direction
My God
My Father is a bird
O' and His wi gs embraces me
O' He's so faithful promises are
Your armor and protection
Like a bird I am sure
Its it's those wings that keep lifting
Covers many surrounds me
His head is a about me
He protects me forever more forever more
Psalms 91:4
5/25/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2020
The year had started bravely,
With assurances anew
With life and hope anew
O, but the knave – he played me,
With assurances untrue!
To contemplate it slays me -
His promises untrue!
Yet years drone on like drumbeats,
The monotony of years
The bleak and sullen years
And a scarcity most bittersweet,
Most certainly appears
A paucity I loathe to meet -
The scarcity of years
And tho' the years betray me,
The thought of being dead
Fills my soul with dread
Solemn Death that frightens me,
That universal dread!
The thirst for immortality,
Is unquenchable – unfed!
And a methylated river flows,
How slavishly it creeps
From fountains of the deep
A river that the entombed know,
Those in dreamless sleep
A river that the martyrs know,
Those in trance-like sleep
Lo! The ghastly river, Death -
From Tartarus below
The ghastly torrent flows
That methylated river, Death -
Doth tortuously flow
It suffocates and stifles breath,
As martyrs surely know
I've no want to join them,
Those in trance-like sleep
Those in dreamless sleep
For living shines as diadems,
Compar'd to martyr's sleep
Yes! Living shines as diadems,
Compar'd to martyr's sleep
And tho' the years dismay me,
And the journey seems too far
The voyage seems too far
The thirst for immortality,
Outlives the garnet star
Yea, the want of immortality,
Outlasts the garnet star
III
But, of course, I had no dizzying towers
To burn...only bridges; and they were torched
Years ago in the urgency of my direst hours;
Along with so many mighty battlements sacked,
Countless golden fields scorched...
Afterall -- it was the age of Bronze!
I should have well known that in the flight
Of birds, in each cold dawns pale grey light,
I would eventually come to see the unalterable
Fates of Wilusha's last Imperial Scions:-
Tottering precariously - on the brink -
A world in crisis! Then the elopement...
Did you not once stop to carefully think
It through? Giddied no doubt by bestowment
Of that accursed title; just as if it were the
Same giddying rush
You have experienced from the heady
Potency of a full bodied, Oaked Chardonnay.
The coy performance at being required to strip --
An inner excitement at your self's shamed
Nakedness! The obvious insincerity on display
When receiving an invite to dine at the gaudy
Little bistro; your hot skin noticeably flushed
With the delirium of wine; frequently
Pressed to partake of yet another glass;
There was, he casually said, much to be
Desired in a pleasurable rape. Her audible gasp...
As if, from that roadside window, she was
Suddenly staring out over the idyllic plains
Of mythical Arcadia;
His eloquent assurances artfully calculated
To lend themselves to a distressful behaviour.
She holds you spellbound, tempts every sigh,
her voice sedutive by its lullabye,
Her meaning envoking the unspoken word
Ever tender the call of her lovesong
This angel who thrives on the air of your breath
The movements of her heavenly rhythm
Closer calls the invitation to feel her rhythm
Succumb to her female sigh
Ever so gently she releases her breath
The gentle sleep of her restful lullabye
Bequiled you fall to the music of her lovesong
With nothing more than the unspoken word
What secret does she keep so closely guarded? the unspoken word
The mystery of her movements swaying to her rhythm
How could a mortal man resist such a lovesong
His resolve given in a surrendering sigh
Returning his words in anticipation of her lullabye
He barely manages to catch his breath
His chest bursting with the urgency to take a breath
Her eyes adoring yet still there's the unspoken word
Her song intensifys a passionate lullabye
The wind caressing nature to respond in rhythm
His need urgent as he pleads with loving sigh
He know's the ending of this Angel's lovesong
This captivation held by the chorus of her lovesong
How could such an angelic understand yet allow such loss of breath?
Again his strength fails him as he hears the relentless sigh
A language alien yet familiar, the assurances of the unspoken word
Delicately the harps resound the perfect rhythm
As his soul escapes to listen evermore to the enchanting lullabye
The sensations of her sound unbearable as she continues her lullabye
What kind of music is this she sings, this immortal lovesong
That holds a mystery unto itself, the defiance of her rhythm
Still he holds to his last dying breath
As she witholds the saving grace of the unspoken word
And all he can do is sigh
As this lovesong continues to play, immersed within the lullabye
His breath weakened to the faintest heartfelt sigh
Surrendering completely to her rhythm, the beauty revealed, the unspoken word.