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I saw you again today.
On your way to a train stop somewhere on my route home.
Just like how I saw you yesterday, actually.
About two roads down,
you passed by me while I was driving around just to roam.
I saw your face as I sat to eat with my darling partner.
You would love to meet them.
I see you a lot recently, actually,
It's an epidemic the way I see you but never say hey.
But I always found it odd.
How you cut contact with the world and moved down to the same routes I take now.
Your last words to me were something like —
“Im sorry you won’t ever see my face again.”
And sent me a selfie.
A cruel cosmic joke told by the best comedian I knew.
They say when your friend commits suicide, they’ll stay in your life forever.
I always called it stupid,
They won’t be there forever, they died and you never saw them in person.
But I saw you today.
On a bus ride to nowhere.
You turned to look at me and I could almost swear…
You smiled.
Original Sin is not the only kind of sin
There is another kind called Actual Sin
Which we ourselves commit
Actual Sin is any willfull thought
Desire
Word
Action
Or omission
Forbidden by the law of Eternal God
There are 2 kinds of Actual Sin
Mortal Sin
And Venial Sin
Mortal Sin is a grievous offense against the law of Eternal God
It is a grievous offense because it takes away the life of the soul
A serious or mortal sin drives our Divine Lord out of life of the one who commits it
Little boys and girls are not usually in danger of committing Mortal Sins
And if they commit venial sin on purpose when they are small
And do not try to avoid them
They will commit big sins when they grow up
To make a sin mortal these 3 things are necessary
1st the thought
Desire
Word
Action
Or Omission must be seriously wrong
Or considered seriously wrong
2nd the sinner must know it is seriously wrong
3rd the sinner must fully consent to it
Venial Sin is less serious offense against the law of Eternal God
Some Venial sins are deliberate
This means they are committed through fear
Or without thinking
If we are sorry afterwards
And do our best to improve
Our Divine Lord is pleased
A sin can be Venial in 2 ways slightly wrong
1st when the evil done is not seriously wrong
2nd When the evil done is seriously wrong
But the sinner sincerely believes it is only slightly wrong
Or does not give full consent to it
Inspired by Real Life Brother Billy, My Halloween Candy Thief
Every year when it is sweet Halloween time,
my selfish big brother commits the same crime -
he quick gobbles his candy and then steals mine!
I can't tell cause my parents will say I whine
so, this Halloween my mean brother, Bobby,
will feel regret and correct his theft hobby.
Tonight, this sis is a sinister zombie
who will see Bro turn squatty, potty sorry!
I foil wrapped sweets he favs as delicious –
he will soon steal Exlax-styled Hershey kisses.
By the time naughty Bobby grows suspicious
his guts will have already turned most vicious!
Proclaim thee a Lady?
Oh, they of ignorant mind
Neither good or bad, but human, this man
Vexed of own passion, o' cunning love
Keep'st eyes blinded of all thy own wisdom and trust
Lest eyes well-seeing thy lady's foul faults shall find
Thy woman of past indiscretion, hath scarlet ribboned veins
Unknowing from whence cameth thou, she
Fancy fleeting bird be now belied
Wilt he never see her feathered locks, promiscuity?...
How boldly foolish is his name!
That on himself such murd'rous shame commits
What haste and wile steals thy seasoned eye?
Yea, who tamed the sea, yet drowns in thee?
While wed to one, yet flys away
Against tongued wrath, society
Against cruel slander of thy fame
Against the wind, self dignity
Fancy fleeting bird wilt you, fly on scalded wings
With scandal your offerings
Till own death near, to die in shame 'tis worth the game?
To shun the heaven that leads a man to hell?
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"Old English Scandal" Lady Hamilton
Enter the Everest that devastates
as he never ever rests and demonstrates
his quick wit picnic of traits that place
with lickety split flicks on the page
the tricks of a contortionist wrist that emits embers at pace
as he commits and performs on the centre stage
with the impact of a storm from the biblical age
the act of an adorned prolific rampage.
Irresistible talent abundantly apparent
you thought you'd witnessed
ability but until now you hadn't
when the rest in the business
appear to be unskilled
and transparent
as their best rhymes diminish
right here to be unfulfilled
and redundant
thus divested of finesse
while it's clear to see you're thrilled
in this moment.
There are seven despicable sins each one
of us willingly or unwillingly commits daily;
I disclaim six, but I willl claim one openly:
it's the irrepressible anger raging inside.
There was a big trauma in my early childhood:
that memory was stored, but cannot be retrieved;
I blame dad for the love he didn't give to his child...
remembering hurts indefinitely, forgetting is hard.
For years, I carried this secret so ashamed to reveal,
mother saw the depth and dimension of everything;
she lifted all the weight I was incapable of carrying,
but my cry wanted to escape and break off the seal.
If I am guilty of this sin, God will not punish me for it;
His sympathy for the ones who weep is forgiveness,
but those inflicting pain won't escape His judgment.
Lord, end at once this anger that brings on illness.
Written on 1/24/2016
The engine: Long and black
And sleek as she could be
She shook the earth in her approach
As her heraldry.
An atmosphere of steam and smoke
Expanding in her wake
The Queen-of-the-Rails speeds on
An arrival soon to make.
Massive is her presence
Enormity her design
Power is her excess
This Queen is so refined
Once she ruled with majesty
When o’er the rails she flew
But … now, this one last time,
The railway bids: “Adieu”.
Slowly when she comes to stop
We see she’s thoroughbred
When water, steel and hard, black coal
Within her there are wed.
Her regal-ness resplendent
In fittings’ shining bright
Commanding our respect
O’er the rails of her last flight.
Now sitting at the siding
She’s puffing rhythmic breath
The museum’s destination
Of her life commits its’ theft.
Photographs will mimic
Her image of today
But missing from those photos:
Glories of Yesterday
When o’er the steel she thundered
Demanding from all who saw
Respect for Her grand power
Which held them all in awe.
But Glory, she found, was fleeting
When “progress” came to call
Her future then was set in stone
In the writing on the wall.
Now we hear the brake release …
Her throttle then is moved …
She inches down the shiny track
Where the land with steel is grooved
Then as she gains her speed
And whistles out her “yell”
An announcement for all to hear:
“I know I’ve served you well!”
She’s journeyed through the ages
And a boy – an old man now -
Watches as she fades away -
He waves, then shouts out: “Ciao!”
But in his mind is yesteryear
With his dog there by his side
Watching near the railroad tracks
Where the Queen-of-the-Rails did ride.
And long from now whenever
He says: “Remember when …”
In those times of reverie,
She’ll come alive … again.
My oh my—doesn’t it look appealing,
Imagine the flavor, the plan, the prize,
promising promises, ready for savoring,
A cup held high before our eyes.
But pause before you choose to drink,
For it is not quite, what it seems.
What glistens as good, what sounds so right,
May mask a far more dangerous means.
Coup d’état—an act of treason,
No matter who commits the deed,
No matter the banner, cause, or reason,
Truth bent to fit the need.
One of the highest crimes conceived,
Where justice must not be delayed,
When power is seized and laws are breached,
The cost paid by all who stayed.
A nation built on sacred ground,
On principles rooted in God’s Word,
When leaders break the laws they’re sworn,
The wound is deep—the blow is heard.
So let us refuse the coup-laid rhetoric,
The narratives poured to make us numb,
Resist the urge to drink persuasion,
From voices void of truth and love.
For games played on opposing sides
tearing at our common thread;
And if we’re not discerning still,
We’ll drink what’s served—and said.
Copyright © Lovie Divine | Year Posted 2024
In the pit of the darkness it's midnight
Cross horizon lots of new day
Fluorescent wrong casualties of war
Spun out tires the interstate grows
Infatuated with the debacry
Fathom crew it's all that's lost to me it's new
In the pit of the darkness it's midnight
~
On the clouds of righteousness none of this fits
Caught up in the mirage of prayers
While even in the darkness they pedal their wares
While being strung out on life, embracing your strife
Providence is gunning for you infatuated with the democracy
Fathom cruise it's all that's lost to me and it's new
In the pit of the darkness it's midnight
~
Shall I get up to heaven in this fleshy tattered frame
While it's not about getting their it is more about staying there
For our God has unequivocally has said that there's nothing new under the Sun
For one day when the Son sets down on this terrain ground
Bringing with Him His warring angels to battle the sin ful strangers
~
From the clouds of His righteousness He commits
His merciful salvation yours you should accept
While being strung out on life embracing this strife
Providence is gunning for you infatuated with the bureaucracy
Phantom dues it's all you have left and to me it's old it's new
In the pit of the darkness it's midnight
Callus prospective hues what's true what to do
Turn on the lights, Why? Cause...in the midst of in the pit of the darkness
1/1/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2022
Life can feel like an asymptote,
A never ending line with a constant slope
Born of a line oh’ so negative,
Lets go ahead and change that narrative
Exponents may cause a bump somewhere
An integral part of the worldly affair
Up, down, coming from where?
Adding to the adventure, life sure ain’t fair
Domain and range, emerge and constrict
Adding to the conflict, nothing can restrict
Their shackles tighten, defining limits
Allowing through, if only one commits
Life can feel like an asymptote,
Now, an ever changing line with an inconsistent slope
Born of a line oh so negative
What a long way from such a bad narrative.