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ABRAHAM’S CHILDREN

Abraham’s children are children of God, they have always prayed and reached for the stars, looking toward the path home to heaven, they want to please God with all our prayers. 
Abraham had three wife’s I recall, the first wife Sarah was believed to be unable to have children so Abraham had his first child with wife Hagar who bore him Ishmael, then later he had one with his first wife Sarah, his name was Isaac, then he had many children with wife Keturah. 
Abraham’s children are many, we pray, we love, we seek to live a Godly life, we lift positive love and forgiveness and ask God to cleanse us of all of our failures in life.
Abraham God is a magical God, God spoke to Moses from a burning bush, but never showed a body our any human form, God has spoken to many of us through prayer, through stories, and many ways we reflect on our life and we pray to God. 
Abraham’s children are many, we pray, we love, we seek to live a Godly life, we lift positive love and forgiveness and ask God to cleanse us of all of our failures in life.
We ask God, to take away all the negative, all the tests of each day, as we walk through the test of life, we recall that we are not in paradise, that this life is just a test, and we pray that we please God in are ways. 
Hate is from the evil one, and love is God, we recall the warning that God and our prophets warned us of, we ask God to cleanse us to shield us from war, from hate, from all the negative forces that seek to destroy us. 
God told us by stories, that there are many God’s but he is the most high, the most powerful in all the heavens and the stars, we reflect and pray that we learn all our lessons while we are here on earth. 
May God bless us, all the earth, all the children of earth, may we love and pray and protect life and our planet earth as we move forward through this life.
Form: Rhyme


Premium Member Ruled by Trees

I beheld the quaking aspen, shaking and gold
I quaked in resonance with the breeze
If you're young inside, you never get cold
Its recriminations that make your spirit freeze

I wept beneath the weeping willow
It felt like the right place to cry
Under its cascades I found a pillow
Had a sad feeling, didn't know why.

When autumn colored I found a burning bush
Its red leaves engrossed my mind
I was aimless; needed a push
A small voice told me which path to find.

The wind sounded eerie through the screaming tree
I thought of ghosts, and the sum of all fears
I looked for clues at the canopy
I learned life was not as it appears

They laugh when I followed the cedar and oak
then turn around to tie their ship to any fad
To be swayed by trees may be a joke
But following herd river is just as bad.

I'll take a subliminal hint from every tree
Can you trace your worldview from what planted the seed?
I'll go with botany, to some degree
You can go with the river; I'll go with this creed.
Form: Lyric

Journeying To the Promised Land In Search of Other Worldly Treasures

When once i was a pilgrim 

Whilst following the sky at at night

I fore-took a journey to the promised land

And in so doing one day upon my travelling got
lost in the delirious midday sun amidst the 
barren desert

When my legs grew tired underneath me 
and my eyes began to shut 

Until the last thing i remembered was taking 
a napp under the shade the olive grove provided

And sometime in between my semi or unconscious
state of dreaming

A burning bush and booming voice
as clear as day drew my attention to it

Bellowing the answer to the question
you and those who tread this path before you
in search of other worldly treasures
said is burried beneath your very feet

Then just as i fell asleep moment's
earlier i was wide awake once again

And dug and dug underneath the money tree
until my bones and fingers bled and i 
discovered the root of all evil

The Burning Bush

the burning bush 
who murdered justice
I know is not us 
yet we are involved
our silence to brutality
is the prove 
the look away eyes 
is the evidence
we all are scared 
scared to lose 
what we already lost 
what a fear 
this fear keeps the brave 
in cage 
were he always lights up 
the burning bush

the burning bush
who murdered humanity
they said is us 
they blame our shadows
despite their reflection
keeps the bush burning
alive on our fingers
lighting up the bush 
day and night 
cos we need to be feel free
for a while 
every were the bush keep burning
in the east is burning
in the west is burning 
in the south is burning 
in the north is burning
all over the world 
they always lights up
the burning bush

the burning bush
who murdered the braves
who destroys our dignity
is not strange that 
they are not strangers 
any longer 
they are our very own 
their affliction are our bitterness
they got no soul 
our crys are their power 
no wonder they curse 
confusion on our hands 
full of lighters 
when we light up 
the burning bush
when we need to feel free 
for a while 
when we need the 
sight of God 
we have no other violence
no other crime except lighting up 
the burning bush

the burning bush
who murdered the herb
i swear they are out their 
they live in their high mansion
yes they can never go low 
like us 
they said we are criminals
cos only criminals could
light up the burning bush
arrest them jail them 
that is the order from 
above 
from those that murdered
humanity
those that murdered our rights
those that murdered justice
they are now in chase of 
the burning bush 
they dont want us 
to lights up the trees of life 
no wonder freedom is a 
calamity to them 
especially when we light up
the burning bush
Form: Epic

The Darkness of the Heart

We may know what’s right and still do wrong
Greed and  envy run our inner world
Like a crazed drunk bee we like to sting

Even as the blackbird is in song
The darkness of the heart will on it fall 
We may know what’s right and still do wrong

We love to think we are the Queen or King
Perfect in our power ,  oh iron  the walls
Yet  crazed drunk bees  can float on high to sting

The hurt inside the heart  can last too long
The self  retreats ,   the matador  has failed
We know  the end , the bull  will kill the throng

When God came down , our spies soon had him nailed
The burning bush , the little voice,   the tales.
We may know what’s right and  do  the wrong
Take pleasure  in our  violence,  kill and sting


Depression and Schizophrenia

When at last you have become aware deep down yourself
and of the people whom require at last some mental health
be serviced, come to services
and you have at least one personality disorder
characterized by abnormal
and maladaptive inner experience, usually, from some past
and other ones behavior.

Personality disorders, also known as Axis II disorders, include obsessive-compulsive, avoidant, paranoid
and borderline.
Axis I disorders, on the other hand, include depression
and schizophrenia mental illnesses
thought to be less pervasive but more acute.

When Jane and Jonny you have lately come,
and all now know you both may have it, is P.D.
And you posses a very different personality,
and have at least one thing, in trust, all commons have.

Your mental illness will not for you for me remit.
Without professional intervention or medication,
behavior modification, death can likely end interdiction.

And exactly what that intervention should consist of
has there remained a subject for her/his long night debates
and his grows even shorter still.

This, along with the disorders' notoriety for being hosted,
problematic when at best it is to treat,
has posed challenges to their successful heartfelt resolution,
or at least known, knew to differant property lays in management.

When your personality disorder exhibits chronic,
pervasive problems
and getting along with other needful people.

View each book as a history book
and show the Nile,
but never hide the flower from the source,
nor the tree the burning bush.

James McLain Wednesday, September 29, 2010

Premium Member Burning Bush Talks To Us-

Oh burning bush, talk to me
Ignite in me
What you want of me
So I may achieve glory and your liberty
Forever
and
Ever
I want to be eternally with you
In
Heaven
Thank you Father
For just being
DAD
Eternal flames burning in my heart
As my shoe-less feet walk on your grounds
with raised hand I lift your Name
Glory, Father
Your bush burns on
Thank you Father for talking through the fire
Ignite in me
What you want of me
So I may achieve glory and your liberty
Forever
and
Ever
I want to be eternally with you
In
Heaven
Thank you Father
For just being
DAD


4/5/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©

Premium Member Moses Is Back

Moses is taking too long, and I don’t know why.
It’s been a long time since he went up Mt. Sinai.
He went looking for a burning bush that was able to talk.
Up that steep mountain is an awfully long walk.

The people became impatient with each passing day.
They worship a golden calf since he went away.
I don’t know how they can do such a thing.
Moses can cause God to deliver a brutal sting.

God will be angry with us without a doubt.
The rocks will split open and the flames will shoot out.
I know the lightning will strike and the ground will shake.
People, we will all pay for our big mistake.

Well, Moses is back, and now I’m full of fear.
I’m not sticking around.  I’m getting the hell out of here!
Form: Sonnet

GOD

God you are so magical, you can hear and do so many amazing things. 
God I am still in awe, that you talked from a burning bush, that you sent messages to prophets and they took your message and grew us all. 
God, thank you for always being there, for working with all of us, and making us grow and learn from all we know. 
God I feel sometimes, life is like a dream, that we are moving in a place that is just like a test and we are in a maze. 
God, please help the homeless and lost, shine some light and help them see in the dark they are in, maybe they will wake up. 
God I am happy, and will continue to pray each day, and look for the path that is lit with gold and light as I walk through this life every day.
Form: Rhyme

In the Beginning

Space a vast and empty void
a vacuum the proverbial nothing 
stands silent at the start of time
an infinite endless nothing

Waiting in saturated darkness 
then perhaps one atom is born
formed from the compression of space
one becomes many a cloud

building one atom at a time
from the cloud hydrogen comes a sun
and one becomes many
suns explode creating dust

The planet's are formed
space time energy
what is thought
does the atom think

the celestial dance of life 
is God the flow of energy 
from atom to atom
does the universe think

Know I not 
for I am not God
dust create's the planet's
Hydrogen and Oxygen link

the quagmire the soup of life begins
God controls the atoms
creating life in the oceans and sea's 
designing bone's and muscles 

creating the beauty of the world
creating minds that see colour 
linking everything together
in the dance of our birth

life is to complex
to be just an accident of chance
to exist before there were planets
you would not have legs

to exist before there were animals 
you would not have a stomach
to exist before there was an atmosphere
you would not have lungs

you would have to be 
a being of energy to exist before life
God came down to earth 
and walked on earth as a man

energy could fly through space
energy that controlled the atoms 
could make a body and put it's thoughts 
inside that body

and make a man that walked on the earth
the burning bush was energy
Moses could not look at God 
without it causing death

The design of the trees
the design of the animals
each show a complexity of thought
God created Jesus 

twenty three chromosomes 
create life in the womb
with a body energy is thought
God thoughts inside the man

all things are possible
our thoughts could be 
the flow of energy in our mind
perhaps the universe thinks

If you have seen me said Jesus 
you have seen the father
but he also said my father is greater 
than me

A body made from God energy
with Gods thoughts 
would be God
but God the energy of the universe
would also be greater than this

perhaps I just think to much
Form: Narrative

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