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I'm not the greatest of all-times, but when I'm done,
I'll be an all time great in this lifetime of mine
Like the late great who came before my time
I will breed a new lifeline, that will breathe life like march of dimes
My story lines, will bring truth life; like troops who fight
Overseas, for rights of those who believe that death is life
Now that ain't right!
As the rich is getting richer, eating fillet me-non, while we barely feeding our appetite
Night after night
Survival has waged a war that gave us no choice but to battle and fight
Although, we'll be all right
They say we a dying breed, but that ain't right
Instead we're the light to a lying greed
That will enlighten life to a brand new seed
A man of God indeed
Freed from the Son that bleeds
Like the summer breeze
He's the sum that equals the amount of air I breathe
The air that please
A satisfaction like the birds and the bees
My word's words are the keys
That will fornicate with the mind and give birth to a seed
A seed of social change, that'll change our social economy
So shall our comradery
That will bring comfort to a struggling society
A synonym...similar to a civilization seeking for unity
Unifying the physics of theory
That seeks to explain the synopsis of a dying philosophy
Similar to the Cosby
X-cept my scrip-tic will speak more about our reality
Like life's calamity
And everything else in life that's destroying us systematically
However, I've discovered a system
That can mathematically destroy ignorancy
And turn our state of mind intellectually
I elect that He (God) selects me to be
And be that man who may lead this community
So that they (My Peoples) may commute with me
En-route to a destination, destine towards our destiny
Like we were destine to be
We were meant to be "Great" like the late great that came before we.
Because we are...
The reflection where perfection gave birth to the definition of greatness
Where great means Competent, Skilled, Well Informed, and Tremendous
Our potentials are endless
And only we not even the enemy can put an end to this
So it's time we put a stop to this
The biggest enemy of self
And that's envy and jelousness
Cause after this is Heaven or Hell and that's all there is
A promised made sealed with a kiss
Knowing this
Is the next best thing since "In the beginning"
In the first chapter of the first verse in Genesis!
The implosion of a thought is neither a shred or a shard. In fact it is surely a pulsation of a wisdom whirlpool? Really? How rather radical. And amusing to the laughs of the rhombuses who gather with rhinos to celebrate the correct correspondence from a diagram which has been deleted by a diaphragm. No condolences required in a tepee but echoes of deaths can mean the picking of fruit would become timely,important,and long overdue. Oh dear. How unfortunate that a printed skirt can collapse on a beam like a fly on a wall. It is imperative to note that doctrines are not fables nor are they of importance for they merely feel that they are. And now it is the gatherings of the mutton mutations who are ingesting but losing wool due to the wisdom of wind capsules. Wow . The flotation of heifers timed is an undignified duty to an orbit of an orb and an orb can cast aspersions so never argue with an ambidextrous shrew in a multi coloured cape. And a four gee sim can always placate and be more interesting than placing order in a misty mansion. But misty mansions were supposed to be respected. Yet folk trample and tread and feats by fairies are often unnoticed by small footed monkeys. Balance not a tome whilst on a step ladder. And always bathe in a light fragrance for air is importance to balance,stabilise and renew. Such a groundsheet sewn. And even a sultry hairdryer gets weary when catering for a cantering follicle. So go dust that tree. And iron the gardens. Rest assured that a four footer will grow. Good. Godly given gratefully greeted greatness. And a tree sap to sip. Not to spill. Line up the priests are out. Linking lineage. Then? And a cosmopolitan cosmic cosmetic clap. Bang. Oh. Oblivious to none is agreed by some so throw the leper in the bin. Radical ridicule rather ravenous raping ruling rods reeking. And a little fly to the sands of time. Great isn't it? No. For that is an Orpheus snail that is barking and a cacti jumps up and down. Downloads are a programmable prison then. Fornicate not with an thistle. And carry a weapon to a gig. Guiding giving grabbing going gone. Gits. And a 190,000,987,567 tall pansy. Great. Greater the greater the greater greets. Garnished. Under siege. Vehemently z
Form:
You ask me now to sum the beauty in sun's eyes
And make of love the distinction that love despise
And all figures come only to my praise of the gift
God gave to Adam, when he unreplenished, adrift
Midst loneliness and impotence, found sleep blessed
To wake and find his rib enclothed with loveliness
Would you call the virgin mother frigid, cold
Who felt God's heat and furnished men his gold
Zeus too often imitate and did not once procreate
Beyond the fiction of the mind. All flesh fornicate
That cannot yield like Mary did to quiver and moan
To bear the first command to all; all pleasures groan.
The stigma then maligns my rib and cuts my breast
For only truth is beauty in all her virgin comeliness
Undemured, undefiled, stained by circumstance, and pure
The heart aches for beauty and found in Eve no cure
Just Mary Magdala, my passion's patient bride
Goddess of the penitent, queen of desire's tide
That like the moon brings sweet glow upon my bed
She copulates with the sun, and trees that naked shed
Themselves, like arthritic Simons, pay in rich spice
To luxuriate in the pleasures of her passion and vice.
What then her breached external form a little stained
The rich stream of heaven kept not disdained.
Measure this then against rebellious Eve, who crave
Man's pleasure but disdained to concieve; the rave
Of her autonomy to be as god, and provoked the earth
To crown an Astarte, Anat, Venus, Aphrodite as worth
To which some like Delilah or Helen made men bow
And worship in wine drenched mud the grovelling sow
Think of it, I never thought my mother panted or sweat
To shed a seed, for her purity repudiated such a threat
That I was concieved by the pleasure that first the pain
Mother is too chaste, and stainlesss all mothers remain
The mind rare permits sister or daughter expansion of gene
And yet unweb the stigma projected unto the queen
And where the stigma sits their lolls the brooding heart
Aflamed, the loins deep ocean longing to break apart
The solid rock that love strike to feed the egg athirst
The tongue languishing to bulge night's breast in verse
The hand to strip the curtain from the flesh, the skin
To meet as one, joy in joy, and love in love enmeshed.
I am not afraid to say
I'm a man and I cried today
I am almost, wait I am ashamed of a lot of men today
The way sin nature and choice
The negative display they choose
If being a man is to fornicate
Have intercourse being unmarried with any woman they can
Then I am not a man
And I cry today
If being a man is to sexually abuse a child
Then I am not a man today
I am not afraid to say
I'm a man and I cried today
I am almost, wait I am ashamed of a lot of men today
Instead of working a job
I stay in a house or apartment living off of woman, This ain't love
This ain't right
If I have to beat, slam, throw the woman around
This ain't love
But yet a lot of women say it's right
The negative display they choose
If being a man is to fornicate
Have intercourse being unmarried with any woman they can
Then I am not a man
And I cry today
Fathering children all over town
Most men this is how they git down
Will I'm here to say, The Lord will have His way
So many men in the prisons
So many children without their fathers at home
While they too are on the rome
If being a man are these characteristics
Then I guess I'll never be a man
This is why I cried today
Don't git me wrong I'm not perfect
I'm not perfect but I write this verse to say
Some of us men gonna have to pay
You can't keep doing God's daughters any old kind of way
So if beating women is your pleasure
Abusing children gives you power
Hold on don't forget every man, woman, and boy girl must repent;
And for heavens sake it's hard to forgive let alone forget
But if we want to make to glory we must forgive always
I am not afraid to say
I'm a man and I cried today
I am almost, wait I am ashamed of a lot of men today
The way sin nature and choice
The negative display they choose
I'm ashamed to be a man today
So I pray first for me
Then I pray for the brethren
And I stay, I stay up before them
Then I guess I'll never be a man
Pray for us the men of the world
That most if not all stop, turn around and serve the Lord
This is why I cried today
AMEN
09/18/17
WRITTEN BY James Edward Lee Sr.
“Penetration”
Baby remember this date
For it could one day be great
Unless you prefer to listen to those who hate
Rather than allowing your heart to decide your fate
Even though your mind will surely debate
For the mind functions as a device to translate
Any condition with which the heart can relate
To determine when it has found its mate
Only then can your heart emancipate
Your body to a point where I can penetrate
It deep enough so that our souls may communicate
On a level powerful enough to alleviate
All the pain the mind and body can stimulate
And from this point, we can never deviate
Because this is any soul’s most blissful state
All because there is no reason to manipulate
Because our souls alone have the power to dictate
And our minds and bodies will only appreciate
Our hearts because they chose to congregate
At a time before it became too late
For both minds and bodies to associate
Before Him so that He can generate
A love that has no choice but to graduate
From a place that hatred previously ate
But love lives on because of our ability to consummate
Which takes more than the knowledge of how to fornicate
Because fornication only requires a physical trait
Whereas consummation is served on a spiritual plate
Therefore it is, in many ways, His mandate
Which is why we should never hesitate
Nor should we ever contemplate
Because only through obedience will His blessings accelerate
Our lives on a path that will never deteriorate
Because His grace can only motivate
Any life, instilling goodness at a Heavenly rate
Therefore it is our job to concentrate
So that we will be able to anticipate
When love begins to precipitate
Over our hearts so that we can congratulate
The new soul that our minds and bodies will create
Which is all He put us here for, no matter how long we have to wait
Ones who wage,
Ones who rage,
Ones who take,
Ones who pay,
Ones who craze,
Ones who rave,
Ones who crave…
Ones who fear,
Ones who breathe,
Ones who give,
Ones who need,
Ones who will,
Ones who weave…
Ones who plead,
Ones who beg,
Ones who beseech,
Ones who entreat,
Ones who appeal,
Ones who volunteer,
Ones who disappear…
The ones who follow,
The ones that don’t know about tomorrow,
The ones who don’t deserve the morrow…
The ones who sleep,
The ones who cry,
The ones who live,
The ones who die…
The ones who proclaim,
Those who say they create,
The ones who ache,
The ones who don’t wait,
The ones who hesitate,
The ones who don’t concentrate,
The ones who fornicate,
The ones who procrastinate…
Those who fall in temptation,
Those who get in frustration,
Those who sometimes feel desperation,
Those who keep going without caution,
Those in motion,
Those in tension,
Those losing notion,
Those being poisoned,
Those getting in distortion,
Those following the broken diction,
Those dying like the billions,
Those without unction,
Those washed in the oceans…
I might seem cold,
But it is you who is bold.
I might not express,
But it is you who doesn’t let me progress.
I might not seem like I seek,
But it is you who doesn’t know me…
I might seem like I need,
But it is you who might always be begging on your knees.
I might seem dull,
But it is the one that is fool.
I might not be alight,
But it is you who isn’t truly alive…
I will remain neutral,
I will remain silver,
I will remain gray,
I feel darkness,
I feel light,
I will remain hallowed…,
After all, it is you who deserves no life…
I am a metal hawk,
I am a mountain goat,
I am a silver bird,
I am a gray wolf,
I am a white tiger,
I am a mystic rose…,
I am I…
I’m alive,
And I survive,
You are here,
However, it is you who deserves no life…
Being human does not imply that you have humanity…
Her heartbeat echoes like a love moan in my mind,
summoning centuries of refined romanticism soulfully enshrined,
the contralto of her voice a fillatio upon the cock of my consciousness,
through her eyes I see that mystery is the Mistress of meaning beyond regress,
my manly mouth serenades & suckles the rosy pussy of her prophecy, homage cunnilingus,
revelations irresistible in their heretical invigorations excite our imaginations
as we fornicate a ferocious forsooth soothsaying love's reincarnations,
a vignette of virility forthcoming from fate's far side fortifications
presents a primal promise in paranormal inceptions,
Premonitions primitive in heart heat paint
streak the skin of our desire to design an indigenous heaven,
flesh tones warm fast and feral revealing a vitality of spirituality that tongues detonate,
the Universe blooms into a Multiverse as she spreads her spell of star spice scintillation
onto my ripened body rendering her rites fertile in rich freight,
within the brain's wildfire I feel her unction,
Becoming the shaman of our secret skin ceremony
I invoke the spirit of solar youth into veinage voracious for passion's patronage,
sanctifying the unifying lust between the bodily and ghostly unlicensed liberty,
shadow temple of temptation gives offering of blood and song from astral page,
death dream extremes fire hot ejaculation of divine vindication into cosmogony
as she and I have won our now with a win over age,
My Love Muse is more than a woman
she is a savage seduction and a sacred sweetness,
a Goddess of her own Cause...a lover known as Poetess,
her name changes from lifetime to lifetime, yet she is always beauty shown -
J.A.B.
For I wonder how this world
would be if people didn't judge
one another
For I wonder if we were all
blind would we embrace love
more from any nationality
For I wonder if we kept corporal
punishment in schools would
we have so many people killed
by our children today
For I wonder if parents would
teach their children to eat
healthy and the reasons why to
if fast food places would go out
of business
For I wonder if our girls were
taught that having copulation
with so many men they would
not only have a Chance of
picking up disease but having
several different spirits entering
their body's would so many of
them fornicate still
For I wonder because when
people judge one another it
leads to ..color/nationality
causes family to be torn apart
due to some individuals loving
out of their race..no corporal
punishment leads to our
children having no
structure...fast foods are given
majority of the time to
substitute for a home cook
meal...when our girls realize
that if they have a new partner
and they recall the prior
partner(s) during that moment
they should realize that those
men left their spirits within
their mind body and soul.. For
if we read our Daily Word/Bible
we would know do not judge
and be
not judge. Love one another as
He loves us. For earthly/natural
food were given not only to
feed our guts but to cure
ourselves
instead of depending upon man
made/chemical induced foods.
Spear the rod spoil the child.
You should not copulate not
unless you are married. All of
these tools leaves us to protect
ourselves but many choose to
do the latter
Form:
Now I’m here to address a worldwide distortion
About our views on life versus abortion
Now on this subject we all have our own opinion
Whether you do it or not, that’s your decision
You’re the only one that can make choices in your life
But sometimes we do wrong, when we think we’re doing right
Now going out and having sex, you may think it’s fun
But remember, it can lead to a daughter or son
Are you ready to be a mom or a dad?
If not don’t take part in this “recreational sex” fad
Sex is from God, it was meant to be good
But we have taken it and we’ve completely misunderstood
We do it and act like it’s just a fun hobby
But you have sex with a soul, not just a body
It was made for husband and wife
The one you are with for the rest of your life
If you don’t wait, it can be a disaster
Cause you don’t really know what’s gonna happen after
If you get accidentally pregnant
You can look back on that choice and resent it
Now you’re gonna be a parent, what do you do?
There are so many paths that you can choose
You could go along with the baby, or you could terminate
You should have thought of that before you went out to fornicate
Everything you thought, is now not true
You were pro-life before it happened to you
We are sinful, God had every right to leave us
But instead he sent us his son Jesus
Now you have a big decision to make
Which door are you going to take?
The door to death or the door to life?
But first, let me give you a little insight
God’s love for us, it never fails
No matter what the problem he always prevails
All I’m asking is that you take the time to think about that
Cause once you make this huge decision, you can’t go back
The collaboration between the street and the Y2K mutants had commenced. These 8o’s baby’s filled the night’s air with green lite smoke, and choked back opiate related dreams from white coat masters. These were the city trolls. Forced to bend to society’s creation, of the new crazed sensation. Symbolic doses, hit the millennial air, as many become ready to hallucinate the night away, with a love for everything once ignored. Now the new age scene has turned many into fossilized poppers. As the years trickled away, the rotted souls, which were bought and sold, helped to build up treacherous narcotics related, public sedated, stick-up kids. Stuck with felonious tactics, many became devious. This was now the new age past-time. It was debauchery fitted and fallen into the midnight hour.
Madness was now shared, among those celled up with bites taken out of the family’s love. Years wrinkle into the fold of existence, as the drug fiend and high and mighty pushers create tactics to have pockets full of presidential green backs. These buckeye babies were now renegades forming freelance robbery hits from city to city. This was excitement for the ages. Their dopamine rushed out onto resurrected pipes, as bloody needle points were beginning to fornicate the blue passage. Now underground these were the people infected by thrown away existence. Authors of their own free-lanced hell. A swollen deviation tears threw, like a wicked witch twister. Now crucified by the same authoritative empire they once tried to live by. No longer will family love be embezzled, nor will they be upheld to hear the cruel-hearted deepest sold-off cries.