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Do I see the bright?
Again, yes of course I do ~
When I gaze, ponder and peer, deeply
Beyond the surface of all life....
Do I see my own imperfections?
Never have they escaped me, these humbling truths
A thousand regrets, upon the very first page!
Yet what is my contribution, and or purpose
I have often considered for many years?!
Shall I live for myself, and myself alone?
There is an empty reward I believe
Within the wraps and the ointments, perhaps of this
Treading these waters of light so to speak....
But, do I have the answers unto it all, this life?
Not within this place, nor within this state!
And shall I impose my will, and or condemn another, contrary unto it?
No, this is not my intent, truly, nor is it my place
For whom can hold such reasonings, conclusions, within the end of all things?....
Although, as I have afore mentioned above
Perfection is not to be held within these human hands!
Wherein truths, are but a shifting kaleidoscope of perceptions, for most
Sometimes dark, sometimes light, yet again, within its very best
A misted and fog laced glass, amid an abysmal mirror, of reflections
Towards these truths, within all that there is-the answers and the why's!?
So what are the conclusions to be found, as I believe and or see?
I guess within the end, wrapped within one golden rule
"Love," beyond measures, prejudices and condemnations
For the hearts, and the souls, and the eyes, of all of life ~
These, that are held within Heavens hands, and Heavens hands alone!
So, within this continuum of consciousness' ever searching journey
May all of your hopes, dreams and wishes, forever and always, come true
Amid the gifts beneath the trees, of unconditional and everlasting love
"The Golden Rule"....
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~ Happy Holidays, Everyone! ~
Note: Never again from this day forth, shall I ever remove another comment,
That I have made unto another priceless life and soul! Nor, shall I ever again,
Close myself off unto anyone, whoms lives are far more precious, than any-
Thing I could ever be, or even know! Please, forgive me for my, imperfections!
"Shine Bright Bright Lights!"~Sincerely, John!
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When pilgrims first arrived upon Plymouth’s shores,
They were wary of Indian customs and things they didn’t know-
Suspect of the Indians having powers from the devil, and more,
The belief of witches inside their own colonies did grow-
Witchcraft suspicions weren't confined to one colony alone,
Many believed Satan himself could possess both body and soul-
Behavior was questioned - whether outside or inside a home,
And accusations towards those disliked - sometimes a personal goal-
In 1642, Connecticut made witchcraft punishable by death,
And for 108 years it remained as a capital crime-
Twelve executed before 1692 crying “innocent” until their last breath,
Witch-hunts became more prolific, right after this time-
Witch trials are a period of dark history for us,
Mass hysteria flourished in Massachusetts, Salem town-
When eight girls ate rye fungus then acted odd and made a fuss,
“BEWITCHED” the doctor said, for no cause of illness could be found-
Initially only three accused, but the list grew as time went on,
Until thirty were identified as witches by the end-
Both men and women were named and it didn’t take long,
For the infamous Salem Witch Trials to begin-
Nineteen women were hanged on Gallows Hill in 1692,
And a man not answering charges, was pressed to death by stones-
Fifty more died in prison awaiting trial for witchcraft review,
The court would convict on verbal testimony alone-
Only one of the eight trial judges had a conscientious reaction,
Presiding Judge Samuel Sewall, publicly apologized five years later-
For his condemnations, he felt a tremendous dissatisfaction,
Begging for forgiveness, his remorse couldn’t have been greater-
In 1750, witchcraft was removed as a crime in our colonial society,
The Puritans who had fled the grasps of England’s persecuting hand-
And tasted freedom had gained some bad notoriety,
When they persecuted those different, on their new American land-
I saw end the mirror pensive consideration, help us Lord
Destroyed spirits of my generation dissensions, help me Lord
How long, lonely I mourned the musing. Lord help us
Down, down, down into the darkness of the missing, Help them Lord
Gently it goes - the brooding, the broody, the unthoughtful.
Trapped within wrong choices Inter-vision
I hear the spiritual indication of my generation screaming,
How I mourned the manifestation that they were dreaming.
Are you upset by how sacred they were?
Does it tear you apart to see the manifestation so immaterial?
Just like a contemplative system, is the meditation?
Are you upset by how demonic it is?
Does it tear you apart to see the meditation so ungodly?
Destroyed spirits of my generation dissensions,
Now you to mourn the manifestation they were dreaming.
Pay attention the condemnations,
the musing is the most pensive consideration of all.
A musing is wistful. Amusing is ruminative,
a musing is sad, however.
How happy is the spiritual manifestation!
Some repented and miss the condemnation
Alleluia
A manifestation is unworldly. A manifestation is immaterial,
a manifestation is incorporeal, however.
I cannot help but stop and witness those sincere meditations.
Forgiven for those bad choices, We hear the voices
We hear those voices of the reborn, saved ones…Now we’re all elated
1/24/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2020©
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
I looked in the paper, and guess what it said?
It read, "Panagiota is dead!
I quick turned on CNN.
News Alert! "Panagiota lost her head!"
Oh, I was more than mad!
So I went to Joe Scarborough on MSNBC.
He reported ever so gleefully..
"There is not,and never will a Panagiota be!
Don Lemon, Mr.Cool, just had a sip of water.
Then, burped and in a velvety, whisper uttered.
"Oh, Panagiota. Yes. She never mattered."
So why this rhyme, you ask?
It's time for the media to take off their masks.
Show themselves for who they are, be given a
check, shown the door and find other tasks.
I have never heard such lies from so many stations.
I can't stop the transfusion of lies drowning all the
nations.
I just know there is a God, to answer to.
And I am glad I am not any of these manipulators.
Their day is coming my friend. They willingly forgot
that God is bigger than any puny station.
And you bet, they will all have to pay one eternal due
in a fiery end.
So be your own best friend.
Be a stand-up person.
There is no glory nor eternal joy in a harangue of baseless
condemnations and allegations.
September 13. 2019
WANTED
Vick The King Solomon,
Trinity of creativity soul in one,
"Ade" is the crown that gives sceptre to Royalty,
Royalty is to kingship but fails without wisdom
And wisdom of King Solomon lives on in this kingdom.
The gravity of such embellishment lies
In creativity & fast becoming the cynosure of all eyes.
I won't be submerged in endless triumph of wise fools
Cos the fool that is loosed is now the man on the loose
Who stole the mind of a ready writer
The world watches what you're running after
But your prayer makes you a player
In the race of life you were once a stranger,
Mighty tanks crows in pyre wood smoke clouds
But by the world's savvy all sink and drowns
Instead of sticking to the world's expectations
But stealing souls for the price of the high calling stations
Is the crime that warrants world's condemnations,
Divine wisdom your nothingness
Instead, your ultimate intelligence
To the world watching the wanted
This has to be divine ignorance effected,
To the best of my knowledge, for instance
Is the degree of my known ignorance.
VickWizzy
Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}
Copyright ©30th April, 2018.
“Distorted Illusions”
He chased His illusions most of His life;
And delved head first into many unsavory relations.
Changing women, changing wives;
While all along running from coming condemnations.
Where once the future laid there before Him;
It has now become a memory of the past.
Regretting what He’ll never have again;
His sorrows lie there before him, aligned and amassed.
In those times of celebration and joy;
While others rejoice He only cries from His heart.
He understands not the reasons for His ploy;
Nor can He conclude the cause or the start.
In the vehicle of His life with His hands on the wheel;
He pays close attention for disaster is no stranger.
There on the side of the road He sees that which to Him appeals;
But He looks only straight forward for the coming danger.
Sitting there beside Him is the cloaked lady of deception.
She laughs and smiles while all the while;
She distorts His every desire and most of His conceptions.
And hopelessly he continues on through all the endless miles
This world is mine
With all its dangers and its crimes
With all its dusks and its dawns
With all its troubles and its struggles
With all its smiles and its frowns
With all its beauty and its pride
With all its hopes and its broken dreams
With all its rises and its declines
With all its fails and its prevails
This world is mine
With all its truths and its lies
With all its bitter and its sweet
With all its fears and its scares
With all its permanence and its instability
With all its fires and its rain
With all its twists and its turns
With all its pardons and its revenge
With all its pleasures and its treasures
With all its hues, frames, and its scopes
With all its gifts and its prizes
This world is mine
With all its manifests and its mysteries
With all its shadows and its mirrors
With all its innocence and its condemnations
With all its inclinations and its ramifications
This world is mine
‘Til my last breath
I will shine
By Marckincia Jean
What The Bleeping Bleepers?
What the bleeping bleepers
what the blankety blanks
what the freaking freaks
what the hellish hells
what the palish pales
what the fracking fracks
what the ducking ducks
what the bucking bucks
what the tucking tucks
what the plucking plucks
what the glucking glucks
what the mucking mucks
what the Kanting Kants
what the geezing geezers
what the retching retches
what the wanting wants
what the tarnating tarnations
what the condemning condemnations
what the murdering murders
what the hating haters
what the loving lovers
what the juxtaposing juxtapositions
what the perceptionalizing perceptions
what the darnating darnations
what the reaping reapers
what the creeping creepers
what the streaking streaks
what the leaking leaks
what the what is happening in today's society
what the what are our solutions in order to fix this world
I have seen enough blood
To appreciate peace
I have seen enough human loss
To appreciate life
I have seen enough trouble
To appreciate calm
I have tasted raw hate
To appreciate love
I have heard so many curses
To appreciate blessings
I have heard so many woes
To appreciate appreciation
I have tasted enough bitterness
To appreciate sweetness
I have seen enough frowns
To appreciate smiles
I have heard many condemnations
To appreciate praises
I have been pushed too far
To appreciate hugs
I have been in the darkness too long
To appreciate light
I have been in the cold too long
To appreciate warmth
I have been afraid too long
To appreciate confidence
I have lost so much
To appreciate winning
I have heard so much noise
To appreciate quiet
I have left myself behind too long
To appreciate loving myself
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