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It looks like curtains for the Jews
Since I'm Jewish, this gives me the blues
Leftist youth in England, watch TikTok and spread
and anti-Jewish theories there are coming to a head.
Muslims in western Europe, even before this Gaza war
have tortured, killed Jews, religious reasons for.
Some Jews hide their faith in New York, don't want to be harassed
They know antisemitism is not a vestige of the past
There's a Jewish State, but it can't survive alone
If the U.S. turns against it, where is the Jewish home?
Europe can't resist its immigrant tide
At Israel's end of days, who will be on its side?
Now you might think I'm confusing two attitudes
You can dislike Israel, but still befriend the Jews
But if Israel is destroyed, its Jewish inhabitants are too
And if you're Jewish in the USA, Jihad won't skip you.
China and Russia side with Iran, a country of Jihad
Iran believes the Jews are enemies of God
For in the Koran, it says that Jews are the main enemies of Islam
Not what I want a billion people to believe, some with an atom bomb.
Jews in the west have been pushed out of their profession groups
Jews can say they're anti-Israel, they can jump through hoops
But the writing is on the wall, and what it says is grim
the letters still spell "mene tekel upharsin."
Jews have been shot in the U.S. by idealists on left and right
How is this something that anyone could fight?
Especially if you're in a black coat, studying bible all day
Or a Jewish leftist who wonders where the left did stray.
So, I'll stop here, stop spreading the bad news
But it doesn't look good, for my fellow Jews.
I'm not spiritual, don't want to be in a scrimmage
Man is too dumb to have been made in God's image.
I am of a tree
I am ugly
That you ridiculed me
I fed her a fly on black and yellow
As a baby
You don't appreciate me
I am dumbfounded it
Profoundly confound it
Flaunting fighting pillaging
Igniting
To drama
The dram
You don't know who I am
I am of a tree
I'm ugly
Cottonwood Vineland Maple wood
Evergreen
Fern
Birch
Fire burn
I am ugly
I am a tree
My embraced branches I leave, leaves
open map of weeds
Growing up cultivated up all related to me
Surrounds me openly
Fertilizing me liberty freedom B
in God we trust
But it is He who cultivates the forest
Yes! I a
Ugly, yet I'm not your picture
It'll be as ever so daunting I shall not be flaunting for even Lucifer was an ugly hi my innovision I am the perfect picture I am a creature created from the ground up only my bad choices my wrong attitudes are ugly
For God has created me
From the ground up I am a tree
That I will forever be
Beautiful
To you to God and Me
But then the mixed Forest full of trees I stand firmly and I shall be an anointed glorious forgiven
Beautiful tree
11/8/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr
Vulnerability is rich soil for gratitude
while Yang strength is rockier,
less robust for absorbing flows of nurturing waters.
Just as gratitude
is richer soil for abundance
than Yang attitudes
of elitist patriarchal supremacy.
At Yang's perpetual adolescent table,
each diner has his family's autonomous bowl and spoon
of diverse inherited sizes.
The object of this eating nutrition game
is to grab as much of Earth's Common HealthWealth
as possible,
to keep your bowl not just full,
but overflowing into storage bins
and deposit boxes.
Good Yang capitalists,
well-fed to corpulence,
are not known for their satiated abundance,
but more for insatiable hunger for more
food in their wealth bowls today,
unaware that Earth's crops of storage bins
and deposit boxes
encroach now across the Commons garden
of formerly more organic nutritional abundance.
Yin has no such strong autonomous table.
Here Gaia is known as a OneBowl-OneSpoon economy
playing universal Golden Rule cooperative politics.
As political capitalism's OneBowl Earth
separates wealth for those inside our OneBowl
from health,
especially for those on the margins
of our One Matriarchal Gratitude Bowl,
then competitive abundance tips toward cooperative recessions,
suppressions
oppressions
away from abundance
toward insatiability of Yang's autonomous
growing numbers of bowls and spoons
of widely disparate inherited sizes,
where biggest might of great abundance
never fills each glutted plutocratic bowl
not yet sufficient for paranoid insecurity's conservation needs,
sufficiency in defensive competition with all Others.
At some point Yang might notice
that all patriarchal competing bowls
of diverse sizes and colors and cultures and nutrients,
derive from our one GaiaEarth Bowl
with One Ecological Spoon,
feeding Yin vulnerability
toward matriarchal gratitude
and, thereby, cooperative ecopolitical abundance,
and not so much falsely autonomous Yang short-term strength
feeding anthrocentric competitions and racisms
toward capital violent-industrialized
marketing of Earth's remaining scarcity
for Yin/Yang OneBowl-OneSpoon
ecological life.
Here’s to all the dogs
who go out of their way, every day
to rescue their pet people
from the impossible-to-win,
rat race.
Who spend countless hours
waiting in anticipation
Just to smother us in
kibble-breathed, saliva-kisses.
Who we trip over and step on
in the middle of the night without
inciting their rage.
Whose fur daily graces our office clothing.
Here’s to the dogs who love us unconditionally;
and put up with our mood swings and tantrums,
when fellow humans won’t.
Who listen to our complaints
And roll those big umber pools in their faces
until white crescent’s show their boredom,
with our ramblings;
they never call us names or claim that we,”
have
“bad attitudes”.
To all of those brilliant
Slurpy-smelly-furry;
Saliva-dripping, Puddle-drooling,
Cuddly, hand-shak’in, Belly-rubb-in,
Jerky-eat’in, best friends in the world;
I salute you…so,
here’s to all the dogs;
may the world never know a day without them!
April 18 Faith in God Bible Meditations Based on 1Kings 15-17
Key Verse – 1Kings 15:4 Nevertheless for David's sake did the LORD his God give him a lamp in Jerusalem, to set up his son after him, and to establish Jerusalem.
FAITH IN GOD WHO GIVES US A LAMP
God gives us a lamp toward doing what is right
For our testimony, by faith, to shine bright
According to His Word that serves as our light
To transform us with His empowering might.
God gives us a lamp toward obeying His authority
For our lives, by faith, to bear fruits of obedient sincerity
According to His instruction that declares His certainty
To strengthen us against stubbornness that causes anxiety.
God gives us a lamp toward seeking first His righteousness
For our soul, by faith, to esteem always His holiness
According to His sanctification that purifies our filthiness
To cleanse us along His forgiveness.
God gives us a lamp toward staying in His compassion
For our heart, by faith, to remain in His revival’s persuasion
According to His love that grips us against hateful perversion
To keep us joyful and peaceful along heavenly vision.
God gives us a lamp toward following His leadership
For our submission, by faith, to His lordship
According to His command that upholds our stewardship
To bless us in our worship along His divine partnership.
God gives us a lamp toward character-building
For our attitudes, by faith, to glow in His guiding
According to His truth that rears us through His molding
To guard in His service along His upholding.
God gives us a lamp toward marching to victory
For our conviction, by faith, to win over sin-misery
According to His wisdom that governs us for His glory
To secure us continually as we proclaim His Gospel story.
April 18, 2025
Barricaded inside your
apartment, you cringe in fear.
And claiming sanctuary,
count your blessings tear by tear.
When hate paints the hood in blood,
bullets rip through shields of lies.
And you're left feeling frightened;
for somebody always dies.
You hide from the truth behind
locked doors; deadbolts in place.
And pride quickly disappears,
vanishing without a trace.
Outside your curtains, drawn tight,
used condoms litter the park.
And addicts leave shared needles,
for gangs and pimps own the dark.
A symptom of poverty,
crime takes over your city.
And attitudes have to change,
but change needs more than pity.
Things would be better so we both thought
But then into the other lives we seemed to be caught
Promises, attitudes, and feelings surely would change
I know that wasn't what we planned to arrange
With differences in opinions and so much we didn't say
It really was for the best that someone walked away
Yes there is plenty that we'll miss and would so much like to see
But after trying things twice it just wasn't meant to be
That's not to say that Love wasn't there
But the same picture of life we could never share
One a giver of life and will put themselves out
The other a believer that tough times teach us just what life's about
Giving to others isn't bad or something that shouldn't be done
But the preexisting unit has to be #1
Nor is it about who's right or which one has to be wrong
More on being adults and trying to still get along
The choices we made even though we didn't agree
Bit us in the ass and that's plain to see
Fixing things before they finally fall apart
Is the only way to save the Love in Someone's heart
To fix things it's probably more then to late
It's hard not to look back and clean the whole slate
Because we're not together doesn't mean that we don't care
If we need a friend maybe the other will always be there
Hoping that from each other we could expect the same
It's a hell of a lot nicer then playing pass the blame
There so much more that we both want to say
But for now let's just take things by the day!
An Uncle Charlie Original
© 2010 unclecharlie
Form:
II.
Then there are all the attitudes
you see taken up against men,
how the professors always seem
to do nothing but demonize them,
that we’ve done nothing for centuries
but scheme to ‘keep the women down!’
The great boogeyman ‘patriarchy’
must always be put in the ground.
But a simple look at history
renders all these notions absurd,
there was no plan to ‘oppress’ women,
it was just division of labor.
Seriously, before machines
it was all hard work, done best by guys,
brute physical labor that women
would not be long able to survive.
And since there was no birth control
women were pregnant all the time,
not in a space for crushing work
unless you want children to die,
And given how many of them did
before our modern medicine,
you had to shelter the females
or we’d be lost before life begins.
Women did depend on the men
for their protection and their cash,
but men depended on women
for a home and a future, in fact.
This simple truth gets forgotten
by the presence of the modern world,
it’s easy to scream conspiracy,
the way of the feminist churl.
But are men the monsters that
these damn professors all proclaim?
We built this world that coddles them,
that gives shelter to the insane.
We’re the lion’s share of geniuses
who move technology along,
we’re the ones called to be soldiers
to protect you all from the wrong.
And we are half of the parents,
and half the children dear to you,
yet academics call us ‘toxic?’
Your professors are lying to you.
Rejected you in her prime, struttin’ through that bar
Said you weren’t her type, then rolled off in his car
Now years have gone and left their trail
At Fifty Seven she’s swiping left with no avail
You reject her in her decline, ain't karma sublime?
Attitudes don’t get better with age, they sour like boxed wine
She don’t love you, nah, she loves what you can give
If you weren’t her first choice, you sure won't make her list
She’s hittin’ the Wall at zero eggs per hour
No man in sight, lost her flirting power
Desperation is a stinky perfume mist
Even her cats are giving her the twist
Reject her in decline, she forgot to rewind
Moved in with her daughter, the feline kind
She’s got a Mind Palace, but no mind inside
Sippin’ boxed sangria with her dignity denied
Ain’t no shame in aging, but pride can turn to rust
You can’t build love on lies and lust
When life circles around and she rings that bell
You just tip your hat, and wish her well
You reject her in her decline, no thanks - nevermind
Looks she weaponized, now just memories and wine
They don’t love you, they love what you provide
If you weren’t her first pick, don’t be her last ride
She’s got a Mind Palace... with no mind inside
The music is low, as the pages unfold
A dusty worn novel, on bent-spinal shores
These classic old books, are my treasures of gold
A narrative story, with mystery's core
Latitude England, heavy with multitudes
of somber descriptions, and fictional lore
Chapters reread, opened with gratitude
Moldy with knowledge, elegant diction
Read once again, revises new attitudes
Timeless depictions are viewed with conviction
I find new adventures while reading each phrase
Loving old heroines, claims my addiction
My own place to spend time and ponder the maze
and to find some conclusion, left in a daze
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