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Brave New World
A 'world' it is and it spins around in mad circuits of loopy loops.
Has reached an infinite array of denominations in which foolish
insane clowns have taken over the asylum once more as bedlam
pretends liberation as the counterfeit currency of nauseating progress.
'New' I have my doubts though when fiddling with reconstruction
conjures novel aspirations from Holocaust to Hiroshima from pure
race unadulterated megalomania to narcissistic greed ‘all can be
done’ but the genie emerges from Huxley’s toxic bottle unrestrained.
'Brave' should pertain to courage when golden means and common
sense of virtue defaced by ugly grimaces facades mascara of tainted
moderation succumbs to mediocrity construed by disingenuous evil.
An aberration of jesters plotting naked feasts of blinded engineering.
Temptation is an ancient theme and just because we are capable to
plot our own demise does not preclude some hesitation or valid
inhibition as courage must incorporate the rationale. Not to follow in
wolf’s clothing a script of Faustian cloning just because we can.
Manipulation of chromosomes through twisted recombining helices
as a stairway to hell gave us Dolly the sheep. Another incarnation
braying ‘Give me body parts’ to harvest stem cells modified amino
acids like little devils on steroids and protein shakes of unpredictability.
The most cunning argument for creating whole new persons brought
to the fore the notion that if we the ‘good ones’ do not follow science
to create what evolution failed to build from nature’s garden and God’s
promise then the malign others surely will and consequently all is lost.
The mind boggles in the light of self-righteousness and the delusion
that refusal and resistance are signs of cowardice and the misconception
that two or numerous wrongs result in right and law when duty could
prevail as guardian for another world of sanity and accepting our limits.
The thought police and miscreant paradigms of Dolly’s dogma will surely
try to silence my opinion that courage has another merit than the scientific
infestation that my mind and brain needs to be cloned in order to restrain
my voice of caution but when I shout ‘enough’ at least my dignity remains.
She who walks in devastation of her own
confrontation, in relations to the upsets of
immoral motivation.
Clueless is she to the law of lifes nominations,
Complications in her search for the right
denominations.
Others denounce her will
Always trying to steal a deal,
Yet actions of her kind will oneday get her
killed.
Greed is the scene of ones own being,
Pressing the issue's of wanting and needing a certain
kind of bling.
Clink-Clink,
Sounds of a big steel door,
With shakles dragging to the floor,
So sore from leaving the bricks for the upcoming
war.
The war is near no end.
She reflex back knowing she has no other friend
yet, not trying to bend,
Fighting a battle she can not win.
She's holding a lost key,
Trying to unlock the door of reflextion she knows as
She....
Tiffany Saxon
Step right up it's all the rage,
it's the dawning of a brand new age.
The wonderful world of Iron and Clay,
finally our time to shine, let's not delay.
Come get in line and get your chip,
you'll have the world at your fingertips.
Head or hand it's all up to you,
you'll be a brand new man, when we're through.
No more need for cards or cash to buy or sell,
just scan your head or hand, it will never fail.
With this tiny implant things will change,
the possibilities are just insane.
The whole world now we'll be able to track,
no lost children and that's a good fact.
Crime will plummet under this global plan,
it's hard to break the law without head or hand.
The medical wonders, too many to count,
with these devices your health is paramount.
We will be able to fix failing organs and missing limbs,
with electronic replacements built within.
All these things will extend your life,
a fountain of youth and no more strife.
All of your hand held devices at your command,
it's all in one, right in your head or hand.
Now this new age comes with faith as well,
no more talk about heaven or hell.
We will have heaven on earth it's true,
a regular garden of eden for me and you.
All religions and denominations will be as one,
a universal faith and a God that's fun.
Fire and brimstone will be no more,
come to our temple through the ecumenical door.
Your sins will be forgiven before they are committed,
the things in the Bible you don't like, just omit it.
We want the church to finally conform,
to this wonderful world and all its norms.
Our worship will be without constraints,
do what feels good, we are all saints.
No dress code needed in this place,
in fact nude is considered in good taste.
Political correction will be our doctrine,
no more punishment for those who sin.
We will not worship things unseen,
but an idol once thought to be obscene.
Now I think we've sold you on our vision,
to come together as one, without derision.
Man has finally reached the summit
and become a god, that even God could covet.
" Beaware of false prophets, which come to you in sheep's
clothing, but inwardly they are ravening wolves. " - Matthew 7:15
what are you afraid of?
and why are you afraid?
didn't God your heavenly Father say. . .
He doesn't give you the spirit of FEAR
so why are you
why are you
denning HIS words
God doesn't lie
But Satan does
why are you troubled about
things in North Korea
why are you bothered about guns in the city streets
just got the word
from the doctor stage 3 cancer
Oh NO, NO, NO
What now
some churches say,
you're not saved unless you do they way
but the last time I look in the book
Salvation not denominations
Just stop, turn around, be sincere, repent
Talk to Jesus tell Him your sorrow and that you regret
turn around your though processes
and be sincere and belief in His death, burial and resurrection
My body gonna go back to the ground
My body gonna turn to dust
But my true life, my intellect my spirit, my soul
Gonna go back to, go back to God
what are you afraid of?
and why are you afraid?
didn't God your heavenly Father say. . .
He doesn't give you the spirit of FEAR
so why are you
why are you
denying HIS words
God doesn't lie
But Satan does
Thy good and faithful, servant
one in whom the pastor and congregations trust you
but you fled, before you lead you just ran away
in a backsliding condition you away
and when it's all said and done
all the haters and even all your loved ones
Go to God He's the only one who can save you
and give you eternal peace and love
Gonna go back to, go back to God
I'm gonna go, I'm gonna go back, gonna go back to God
Back to the Lord
My body gonna go back to the ground
My body gonna turn to dust
It's only in Jesus who I should trust
But my true life, my true self, my intellect my spirit, my soul
Gonna go back to, Gonna go back to, Gonna go back to, Gonna go back to,
go back to God
Repented, received, forgiven and believed and received I am going back...
Gonna go back
Go Back to God
Written by James Edward Lee Sr.
From the anthology "Really"2017
For someone, quite naive, from a far-off village,
My first trip in Sep.1988 to the United States
Was the most memorable journey I ever undertook~
An experience etched deep on memory slates!
My life was simple, waking up to the call of roosters
Going to teach in a nearby college through a dusty road,
And coming back home to resume duty as a housewife.
Through accustomed grooves only, I always trod.
With apprehension and excitement, in equal measure,
We got ready for our first overseas trip.
Crossing oceans we have seen only on world maps,
Our flight to New York finally touched down a vast airstrip.
The first glimpse of America was an experience
Too exciting and memorable for my village eyes.
Neat roads stretched endless, skyscrapers rose high
Conversing with clouds and touching the skies.
New York stood in ritzy splendour and hoary grandeur,
A gargantuan pile of steel and granite.
It stayed an enigma on the banks of Hudson,
Lulling the waves to sleep in the evening garish light.
I watched the cities through the eyes of someone
Encountering an amazing world for the first time
During our stay, we visited many iconic landmarks
Like Disney World and the Statue of Liberty, scenes sublime.
Walking down the streets of Fifth Avenue,
Eerie sights scurried past- Male and female-
Of all climes and continents, all ethnic denominations,
All shapes, sizes and colours, in hurried steps sail
The sight of doors opening by themselves,
In shops and even in houses was a real wonder.
For the first time, I watched machines talk and robots walk.
On escalators, stepped on so careful, not to commit any blunder.
We made a trip to the famous Niagara Falls as well
From which mist rose like incense- What a wonder!
As the falls cascaded down in violent fury, singing and dancing,
We stood speechless before that endless roar of thunder.
We stayed through the month of October
And we watched leaves turning yellow and crimson
What medley of colours, we could see everywhere
Such ravishing scenes, our hearts did imprison.
Before the onset of winter, we returned.
Though visited my brother in US twice later,
The wonder of the first journey still remains green
In the quiet chambers of my memory, ever after.
There are two sins
2 skins
Black
White
both done the same
What's in their name
ARE THEY TREATED THE SAME
I can't breathe
I can't read
Am I equally subdue, obtained
Detained
2 skins
Black
White
both done the same
What's in their name
Should there be a new morality code...
With mandate rights for EVERYONE
starting with the Blacks and the Whites
Let's mandate a moralsnot based on different denominations or on mans opinions
Let's go back to the rainbow
We all matter
Are choices against God defines sins
They're good and bad in everything
Am I equally subdue, obtained
Detained
2 skins
ARE THEY TREATED THE SAME
The rainbow is God promise
We all are God's children
ARE THEY TREATED THE SAME
In my sins treat me rightly justly the same
Forgive me always, as God will
Treat me kind and just equally ...in Jesus name
6/14/20
written words by James Edward Lee Sr. ©2020
"Realities rights;
There is perfect, truths and insights;
Some Christian music Artist sing of the joys, the love of God and Jesus;
Sing and write those stories, from the whispering lips of God
A kiss to the lungs and ears;
Righteousness preached;
Reality rights vivid onslaughts
Real life, reality writes
Very, very, few artists have had there (original) songs
published inside Church hymnals Of any and all denominations
Some have been in the 80's & 90's such a Andre Crouch
Someone(s) of power should rally a yearly honored Christian songwriter
To be dove, complied and placed in Christians hymnals
My pick if I had the charge and power would be
"Truth Be Told" by MATTHEW WEST
Please if you're reading this go on line and listen to/read every word of this song
it well bless your soul and heart
Every word is Godly, (not manly) Godly true
and every WORD of this song applies to ALL humanity
each and every church, every man, woman, boy and girl
O' let's All start over
Truths be TOLD"
written by James Edward Lee Sr. 2021©
~We need to lead by God's Word and non denominational teachings were we differ Help us Father God your sheep of other folds~
Some children like ice-cream
Some women like diamond-rings
Some men love cars
And wanna be a star
You truly, truly love the things that you do
You truly, truly love those things that you chose
You truly, truly lust after-things of this world
What’s new under the sun, nothing
I truly enjoy The Lord
He’s peace, love, the chosen one
Full of grace and power
I believe in Him I gotta
I truly enjoy Him
He brought me out from a mighty long way
Saved my repented soul this day
I truly enjoy, I truly enjoy, I truly enjoy the Lord
His Father created me
His Father created the trees
His Father parted the Red Sea
His Father my dad the very presents of triad/trinity
You truly, truly love the things that you do
You truly, truly love those things that you chose
You truly, truly lust after-things of this world
What’s new under the sun, nothing
I truly enjoy The Lord
He’s peace, love, the chosen one
Full of grace and power
I believe in Him I gotta
I truly enjoy Him
Some boys love to play in the mud
Some girls love to play with their dolls
Teenagers think their adults
Because like grown-ups have the same parts
Some religious denominations say your not saved
Unless you don’t do what they Say!!??
You truly, truly lust after-things of this world
What’s new under the sun, nothing
I truly enjoy The Lord
He’s peace, love, the chosen one
Full of grace and power
I believe in Him I gotta
I truly enjoy Him
I truly enjoy the Lord
I truly enjoy the Lord
He brought me out from a mighty long way
Saved my repented soul this day
I truly enjoy, I truly enjoy, I truly enjoy the Lord
Dedicated to SUSAN ASHLEY
inspired by Susan Ashley
4/21/18
written words by James Edward Lee Sr.
Copyright © 2018
from anthology "God's Children New Poets, Poems and New Friends 3"
There is something bout' the real of God
If you don't believe at your END TIMES
You will
There's something bout' the love of Jesus
If you don't believe in, you still may receive it
and....
There is something bout' Jesus
There is something bout' Father God
Just keep on not believing, it's your choice and...
If you won't believe and receive in TIME
don't WORRY
cause EVERY KNEE
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THE SAVED
THE BRAVE
THE SINNER
THE SAINT
THOSE WILL
THOSE WON'T
THE SINNER-MAN
YES, EVEN THE KLAN
THE RICH
THE POOR
ALL DENOMINATIONS
THE SIGHTED
THE BLIND
THE WICKED
THE KIND
JUST KEEP LIVING.... AND THEN DIE
EVERY ONE WILL AND SHALL....
CONFESS WITH HIS LAST BREATH...
~praise ye the Lord MY GOD
YES I WILL
YES YOU WILL
11/06/18
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2018©
Corners
Corners desert themselves in shadow
In smooth angular edges they dissolve
Gone in the lowest denominations of notes
Corners have never had meaning
Or care in the world
No one remembers their names
It is obvious to all involved or concerned
Concrete pavements fill in the blanks
Chalk traces an image of bodies once there
Ended on sidewalks that erase the scene
Washed away with corners in the rain
Collapsed with compliance in complacency
Never standing for anything
They take buildings with them
Around or about the same time each day
To desolate places out of reach
Deserts I think
And play or toy with the idea of being
Anything other than being cornered