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Life is a mirror and will reflect back to the thinker what he thinks into it." Unknown
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A Wilderness of Mirrors
Hurled in a wild wilderness of mirrors
I know not the exit door for escape,
All I can do is like birds to twitter,
Light from the mirrors seems at me to ape.
Where lies the real door I cannot know,
Some gate may lead to edge of precipice
Some may fling the frame of my mind to blow
Some may lead me my journey`s end to miss.
Dark dull devilish thoughts sprout in my mind,
Are bells of doom likely for me to knell!
It`s critical in urgency to find
Before it`s time for me to bid farewell.
In the quietude of the wilderness
I lightly close my eyes to the surrounds
Rein in the wicked woeful waves of stress
And free myself from thoughts turning around,
Peering down the depth of my inner self
I spot my inner light greeting a gate,
Winking to me the door that`ll lead myself
To the path of truth as laid in my fate.
It seems it takes reams of paperwork to get things done nowadays.
You can become so snarled in red tape that it'll leave you in a daze!
I wonder how Noah would've coped with such onerous fiddle-faddle,
Had panels and boards been involved to design for him a simple paddle!
Did he have building codes and hordes of bureaucrats to appease,
Or pesky environmentalists hugging the gopherwood trees?
Was there an OSHA lurking about enforcing inane regulations?
Such balderdash would've added to his heap of frustrations!
Was an ASPCA "watchdog" there fretting about all the creatures,
Insisting that cages and stalls have the latest comfort features?
Was their a labor union hovering nigh demanding a living wage?
Such piffle would've launched Noah into a towering rage!
Had Noah heeded those who showered him with sneer and scorn,
Or had he drowned in seas of red tape to stifle his Godly bourne,
He might've been discouraged and cancelled the whole affair.
That could've spelled doom for humankind right then and there!
But Noah's Boss, that Master Architect superintending from Above,
Gave Noah the specifications and a not too gentle shove!
Noah, Japheth, Ham and Shem hustled and the Ark soon took shape.
'Twas built on schedule, with no cost overruns and no red tape!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(© All Rights Reserved)
When it comes down to it,
The only thing that matters in this life
Is the love, loving Jesus Christ
When you think of what is essential,
The most important thing…
It is the love of Jesus, the One who died on that tree.
The Savior, the Maker, the King
When it comes to what’s important,
The most blessed and amazing,
It is the love of Jesus, the One who died to keep…
Every heart and soul who believes,
Assured of life that is everlasting peace,
Eternity with the One whom we seek…
Before we even know what we need
Before we even know how to believe
Before we even know this King of Kings
When it comes to what life is all about
It’s about a love that freed,
A love that saves from the darkest doom
A love that arose to prove….
God is greater than any grave or concern
God is greater than any grief or gloom
God is greater than any doubt can consume
When it comes down to it…
Life is about finding the truth
And the truth is a man named Jesus
The One who is living proof…
That God loves us more than we know
He loves us beyond what we hope
He loves us so we feel the sweet flow…
Of a love that is beyond all control,
A love that is life’s greatest need
Love that is Jesus’ planted seed…
He is love and because He loved, He freed
So we no longer need to be afraid
He’s the light that reflects God’s amazing grace
He’s the One who paid the price
He’s God’s Son, the greatest sacrifice
Jesus is a living King
And because He lives
My soul will always sing
On and on I sing… to my Savior I’ll cling!
Freedom not free doom
I go for what I want
I stand for what I need
I hold on to what I love
I leave what breaks me
Or face it if neccessary
I stitch my broken heart with self love
I believe in what makes me stronger
I relate to my testimonies
So I never fall out of gratitude
I live to live again
So I never regret my worst decision's in life
Dont forget I am human and
life is full of lessons and experiences
Am not perfect
I only attract what I deserve
I don't need no grudges
Yes cos I always relate with my soul
And I Stand with my spirit to forge ahead
I have to survive my fears
I have to walk my ways
Definitely it can't be same as yours
Even when similarities connect our path
I love to free my mind
I am royal to life
Always answering the calls of nature
I am humble to my struggles
And I respect my hustle
Despite my efforts are timeless
I worship the supreme yes God is real
I recognize the universal forces
In my life my destiny is all
I have to save
So my dignity could be defined
With the worth of legacy
While I am gone beyond
I need to live before mama calls
I have no other choice
So all through my life Gods light
Never depart from my ways
Both physically and Spiritually
Is obviously obvious
my life is a symbol of
Freedom not free doom
Bewear
Bewear of the chant of an innocent girl,
It will hurt you like a fire,
Beware of the anger of a gentle man
It strikes where it pains the most,
Beware of the curse of a mother
It so dealy more like a disaster,
Bewear of the words of politicians
There is a big possibility
Is like a words spoken out just to the air,
Bewear when you trust!
Your best friend could be your worst enemy,
Beware of believe,
Wrong believe leads you to doom!
Bewear of hate!
It hurt like hell,
Bewear of jealousy,
Slowly kills you like a cancer!
Beware of enemy,
They teach you more about yourself,
Beware of education
Wrong education
ends you up to manipulation,
Beware of reality of today
There are more to life yet unknown!
Beware of an innocent face
They can easily deceive you,
Beware of gossip
It create enmity and hate,
Beware!
an act of consciousness,
Above all,
Beware of what you believe you know
It either lead you right
Or lead you astray.
A misconception is the tale
That we should dread October's spell
Weird things happen, but do not fear
It only comes but once a year
Cornstalks, lanterns, pumpkin faces
Cloudy nights, and creepy spaces
Mummies hide by light of day
Ghouls in shadows want to play
Ghosts appear to take a peek
Cats put on their black coat sleek
Spider's weave around the room
A wart-nosed witch has brand new broom
Her sideways glance at mirror cracked
Still sneers her ugly image back
The cauldron cleaned with spit and shine
Prepared to hold a drink of slime
With tasty toads and wormy molds
It boils steamy brew that's bold
Graveyards readied, dark with gloom
Bats in belfries wait for doom
No need to dread the harvest moon
All Hallow's Eve is coming soon
They've all worked hard to be prepared
Join the party, IF YOU DARE!!
Planned a pretty picnic, yet didn’t predict
Pigs begged - please eat us
Allocated table had laid out a feisty feast
Mince never been seen since
Rolled in crackling casing, their fatty flesh
Confused cuttings, garnish
New sensations buzzed about, fly nuisance
Neurons zoomed zealously
Hogs hounded by horrifying hallucinations
Leotard clad dancer retarded
Twisted vertebrae a violation, tongue flicks
Countdown to lard liquidation
Psilocybin sunny yellow yolk binds reason
Lumen shed no light of lantern
Mazatec ritual melted musk pink muscles
Slow motion mushroom sprawl
Mummified corpses crept out of deep crypt
Afternoon amber amplified fate
Fast forward formula filter, little pigs fiction
Scramble like crabs in a bucket
Baked brick brains, barbecued by voodoo
Vulgar misogyny bursts, a bulb
Blooms dubious blue in Voyria voyage void
Wolf at their door signals doom
Serpent slithered through halved heart rates
Shot of short sighted reaction
Spastic synapses jerk erratic, far stargazing
Scatter, decant into galaxy icy
Frozen bones form a crucifix in farmer’ stall
Fable of table where food served
Sustenance, except the hex that halted them
Bode their badges vanish in ash
21st May
A tatterdemalion
Demonstrates haste
has a bad taste
Homeless make tracks
Unashamed, I stay
WALKING IN RIGHTEOUSNESS---
Oh, there’s animated, society;
All caught up in variety;
Standards remade them;
Individually, renamed them;
All caught up in the branches;
While those demons do their dances;
It’s written in stone, answer your phone;
Who is your real witness?
Walking in righteousness;
Undressed my confessions;
Would ride my balloon if I could;
But it’s made out of cheese
And even the mice don’t even care what’s left;
I am running out of hiding places;
Been caught with too many aces;
My soul enraged and my is pierced with clay;
Dried out turn to stone emotions run cold this day;
And I say…
Hatred and the drama;
Devil got our sons and daughters;
All the souls understands is that it’s about the bottom of our shoes..
As we walk on, walk on;
Oh, there’s animated, society;
All caught up in variety;
Standards remade them;
Individually, renamed them;
All caught up in the branches;
While those demons do their dances;
It’s written in stone, answer your phone;
Who is your real witness?
Walking in righteousness;
So I walk out of my room;
And I walk out of my home;
With each and impending doom;
The people swoon they drool..
No empathy, none for me;
And I walk out into the world alone;
No one at home, I’m alone, alone
With my last breath all I have left;’
All I have left is the walk…
My last steps…
Walking in the righteousness;
I’m found just…left
Walking in righteousness;
4/3/17
Written words & arranged music by James Edward Lee Sr. ©2017
Screams and raucous screeches
Identified world of owls in the darkness
The tears of vultures in the darkness
The doom of man
Stuck in a faux environment
A frivolous and fervent mood I was
As the red-legged black saints cried for food
Forgotten in the pool of blood an innocent being
Dogs crowed like cocks
Cocks barked like dogs
Fishes cried in the sea like men
Fishes sent out as the ocean dried up
While young crocodiles carried the bigger ones
The meeting of the black saints
So unfortunate to witness
Night embattled the day as
Day embattled the night
To relate all the woes?
Better I walk in the sun
Than witness this black atmosphere again
As I walk in the night.
Drowning in Fear
This feeling of sudden, impending doom
corners me with strong arms.
A deep seated ache of guilt
for what wrong doing, I know not...
begins tearing at my insides
like a sharp toothed rat
with fire looming at its back
and no escape but through the walls of my stomach.
I'm weakened by constant struggle and resistance.
It is a vicious circle. Duty, responsibilities, expectations...
neglected to avoid that fear that hounds me.
Only to make the anxiety greater,
which in turn frightens me into phobia...
unreasonable fears.
These babes of my youth, then easier to command
and forced to overcome,
have grown into strong, cruel men
who laugh at my struggles...
binding me, immobile,
as dark waters flow over my head.
Firming up each knot I manage to loose
and pushing my head under
as they laugh and laugh and laugh.