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In the realm of promise, Mindanao stands,
My native land, where dreams are born,
Yet soaked in innocent blood, her soil cries,
The promises many, yet few are done.
Amidst shadows they appear,
Stealthy, cunning warriors here,
Professed men of righteous might,
Yet their masks obscure the light.
In the cloak of faith they stand,
Deceitful hearts, a darkened brand,
Their decency, a veil untrue,
Innocent blood they'll soon imbue.
Beware the wolves in shepherd's guise,
Their twisted souls, a grave surprise,
For under virtue's guise they creep,
Betraying trust, their secrets keep.
Anguish pierces deep, on starry nights,
In cities or woods, a haunting sound,
Guns' bark and lights that shimmer bright,
Tear peace apart and hopes are frowned.
Is there a glimmer of hope for tomorrow,
When will wails of sorrow finally cease?
Praying for our children and their kin,
A chance for life in a land of lasting peace.
Oh, shudder at the tales they tell
of making bricks or weed;
they're made to work without reward.
their childhood's gone to seed.
They're selling drugs and stolen goods
from car to street to door;
and trading guns for merchandise
with quotas to get more.
Where is their hope devoid of God?
and who will share His name?
The law is broke; then who will stand
to rescue them from shame?
Young girls are made to turn a trick
and boys must live with sleaze
for food and shelter, clothes to wear -
just bare necessities.
Some run-aways, some throw-aways
they're humans dealt as slaves.
They need defense from threat of harm
to shield them from their graves.
Where is their hope devoid of God?
and who will share His name?
The law is broke; then who will stand
to rescue them from shame?
I'm making Love with my Hat on
No whips No chains No guns
Just having fun you see,
without using ****
just not me
Please come early to my bed
Let's spice it up, and not be dead
Relax, and enjoy the special view
When I'm naked in my hat, that's your Que.
Time to stick to me just like glue
Warning love is coming through
I'm making Love with my Hat on
No whips No chains or guns
let's enjoy life and live in the moment
when you touch my body, please own it.
Your wish is my every command
No need to make demands.
I’m making love with my hat on
No whips no chains no guns
Loosen up and let’s have fun
Get your hat to, you see
Get close to your baby me
Enjoying this ecstasy
I'm making Love with my Hat on
No whips No chains No guns
When my hat falls, please don't stop
Just keep your sexy body rock,
Only you can make my body pop
All I can say, I’m on lock
I’m making love with my hat on!!!!
Young farmers in their Sunday best,
All raffish rogues, all heading west.
They stop, they stoop, they laugh out loud
And draw admiring female crowds.
They have an air, a gentle grace
As each one dons his Sabbath face.
In their suits of tweed and twill
You see them walking up the hill.
Up the hill, and up the hill
To where the church spire rises still.
The hymns are sung, the prayers all said,
The sun expires, the sky grows red.
Young farmers walk in twos and threes
In groups, through parliamentary trees.
They talk of wheat, of corn and crop
Of livestock prices, rise and drop.
A drink of ale, a slice of pie
A song that’s sung, with voices high
With voices high, with voices high
As young girls catch the young guns eye.
While their fathers guard their stead
Young farmers now head home to bed.
They bid each other fond farewells
And listen to the toll of bells.
That echo down the valley deep
To where young farmers go to sleep.
And if a kiss was stole that night
T’would be remembered at first light.
Remembered at first light, first light
She was indeed a wondrous sight.
For six long days they’ll turn the earth
And curse their very day of birth.
While on the seventh they will return
To once again make candles burn
They’ll meet again without ill will
And walk once more up that steep hill.
Then after prayers are laid to rest
Young farmers walk in Sunday best.
In Sunday best, in Sunday best.
Towards the pleasures of the west.
Speak low
Remain Unheard
Still an option
Sound horrible
As Noise
Trickles
Lies within its
Inaudible worth
I wont hear of it
What's said
Remains confident
As confidential
One word single word
Heard aloud
Expect quick
Uproared calamity
Sloppy slightly
Undermining
This rooms
Crowd unprepared
For three guns
Maximum
Before chaos
On tippy toes
ing
Dont start
An eruption
These are not
Intellectuals
Made to be
There purpose
Dull wittles
Idiots wrong
Place wrong
Credentials
Lutenants
At most
Still though
The sure
meaning ignorance
Full cups laid around
Unpredictable
But also
ing quiet
Green boys
hard headed
Think love
Isnt confusion
Understand
As understood
By young
Dull wittles
Idiots
To carry over
Thoughts
Immortal
Make sure
They get it tomorrow
Walking animals
Hunters shot
To crush
As livestock
Before death
For told
They die twice
Before slude
So ing
Whisper or
Best address
Quietly take
Stock sliding
the docket over
Your breath
Stale beer
salmonella
Will end you
Quick like
These kids
Poor decision
Being tossed
A.slow death
Set by
weaker men
Broke agenda
Slow Moment
Just this
People are
Born to die
Going to die
Wait for
A tec is on its way
What is this
Where are we
Wrong brothel
Its 2025
I really should
Try harder
Out of this wall
Im a rodent
Dying inside
A cement wall
Waiting for nothing
is this a wall
Can I get out
From here realistically
Form:
A 22 hour trip home from London…gave us time to sit back, smile and unwind
and think about all the memories we made…while still fresh within our minds.
Yes, we saw London and Paris with our family…fell in love with England and with France.
and yes, we ate our way across two countries…and Deborah even bought a pair of pants.
Yes, we spent a wonderful time with our family…and now that our trip is done…
we get celebrate our new experiences, our knowledge gained…
and the times we just had fun.
But there are some things I noticed…no matter what country we are in
that I would like now to proclaim:
the sky the rivers…the clouds the trees in all countries…look the same.
And despite our different clothing, religious beliefs and languages…we all share a link…
for we are all human being and thus…we are more similar than we think
Our dogs all bark in the same language…people are more than willing to help one another…
it’s in our DNA
Pregnant women all over the world glow…and rub their tummies the same way.
No one seemed to care about the gender of the person next to them…
If they were LGBTQ+…a woman or a man….
and nothing makes thousands of people swoon faster than a sky filled with fireworks can.
Brothers and sisters fight with one another no matter where we roam
and parents get frustrated with their children in London and Paris…just like they do back home.
We’ve also noticed everyone laughs, cries, smiles and loves…in exactly the same way
and there is a caring and a kindness in the world…we saw it everyday!
Which gives us hope for the future of our planet…
Hope that this latest roadblock to world happiness…we will weather…
if all the people who care for one another rise up and come together…
To evict our leaders who solve problems with hate and guns and war
To look after and accept each other…to feed and clothe the poor…
Yes, wouldn’t it be wonderful if to augment our memories of our time in England and in France
we added memories like these….
Which would allow us time to sit back, smile and unwind…when we are much older
and all we have left…are all our memories.
The future - present in the past...
Travellers of time persisting.
Duality - a duel of vast...
In two with missions existing.
Cyborg out for termination.
Determination - soldier sent
Whose purpose lies in salvation...
Proposal - killing to prevent.
Their race to outdo the other...
Success in mission completion.
Fate destined for one another
On a rampage of depletion.
An unsuspecting subject lies
In wait - oblivious to this.
Oblivion - the only prize
At certain costs - human crisis.
Cyborg, soldier, target present...
All within a set location.
Guns erupt - most every peasant
Meets their final destination.
The soldier's efforts standing out
With the cyborg neutralised.
Target acquired from this bout...
Shaken, shocked and traumatised.
Neutralisation only brief,
The cyborg rises up once more.
Both soldier and target make chief
Their escape through the nearest door.
Many face-offs yet to follow...
Situations, different places.
Target finds these hard to swallow...
Still, survives all of the chases.
Their protection - the soldier's cause
Into final confrontation.
Aim of conclusion, every pause
Of cyborg - extermination.
Can the soldier end and undo
All of the cyborg's infliction?
Both are ready - they progress to
Victory out of their friction.
The second amendment gives the right to bear arms
The sixth commandment says thy shall not murder
The Koran states 17:33 and do not take any humans life
so what on this earth gives you the right.
Orlando pays a heavy price for a shooters hatred , 50 dead
Sandy Hook he entered a school and took innocent lives , 27 dead
Virginia tech , you go to learn then you die , 32 dead
to take other people's lives
300 millions guns thats a lot of hate
in 30 states a child can hold a rifle license
only 7 states ban assault rifles
the tears and grief you bring
15 minutes is all at took 2016 first shooting of the year
27 people slayed on xmas day
60 percent of suicides are gun related
come on america ditch the arms
so what on this earth gives you right
to take other people's lives
the tears and grief you bring
come on america ditch the arms
the poems the last verse the rest tells you why
mass shooting tracker https://www.massshootingtracker.org/data
People, open ended, bargain BASEMENT
Everything’s on the fence, quickly done;
Fifty-nine cent penny candy, and plastic bubble gum;
Quick decision, triple vision
Saints on the run;
We all need an relationship, a relationship with God
Pray for healing, no more drug dealings, spit out that aspirin…
Pulpit screaming
Of neighborhood robbing, drive by shootings, murders and guns
Every LIFE MATTERS
NRA and the Political systems a joke…
Anyway though….
Don’t need no religion, don’t need no religion
With any of my decisions;
All I need, all we need is a
We need an relationship with God
We all need a one on one relationship with God, with God
All I know it that;
You and I aren’t right;
And that when you’re up, you’re UP but after this, (after that comes) comes the fall;
That just beats all
Pulpit screaming
Of neighborhood robbing, drive by shootings, murders and guns
Every LIFE MATTERS
NRA and the Political systems a joke…
Anyway though….
Don’t need no religion, don’t need no religion
With any of my decisions;
All I need, all we need is a
We need an relationship with God
We all need a one on one relationship with God, with God
We all need an relationship, a relationship with God
Blue horizons, grown men crying;
Bout’ what not they haven’t accomplished
Grown men yes they to do need love and hugs
Help them Lord, Oh God, help them Lord;
In life you see only in God is there victory
I want to be free in the spirit of Christ
Slow ambitions day old hamburger buns
In the winter time placing my tongue on the frozen fence post
Children though that this was just fun
Prayer of deliverance
Man’s wheeling’s and dealings, will we ever past the tests;
Don’t need mercy we’re had are duties
Warring on now we protest
My best is not second best, I insist;
Wonder faces, beautiful places;
Quick decision, triple vision
Saints on the run pray for healing
No more drug dealings, pulpit screaming
Of neighborhood robbing all the drive by shootings murders and guns
Don’t need no religion, don’t need no religion
All I need ever need is…
All we need is a relationship with God
Let us pray on
We need an relationship with God
10/28/10
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.
Arranged music by Jonathan Kabore
From Anthology “ KABORE PRAISE “ 2010, 2019©
Kathy Boudin thought the U.S. beyond repair,
She thought she saw the deep reality, and it was unfair.
From SDS to the Weather Underground,
She dived deep in Marxism, plain sense no longer found.
A bomb went off, unintended, by chance,
Meant to shatter lives at a soldier's dance.
Kathy didn't learn from that gory scene,
She fled intact, still in the radical dream.
She tasted deeply of the bitter cup,
When stopped by cops, she gave herself up.
But behind her guns took two cops away,
In Bedford prison for years, her price to pay
[chorus]
You say you're for right, end up for the reverse
The end of the road is a funeral hearse
The road to hell is paved with ideals,
Know thyself, its honesty that heals
A model prisoner, sorry but still red
After decades released, but her victims just as dead
Then hired at a university of high renown
Or was Columbia just a facade, already going down
A contrast was Yeonmi Park, a source of light
She escaped North Korea one frozen night
Walked across the Gobi Desert, a long, hard trek
Got mercy when she held a knife to her neck
Columbia told Yeonmi patriarchy to blame,
To censor her voice or join in their victim game.
Echos of a homeland that brooked no debate
Both places she observed anti-American hate
In North Korea you had to obey
In the U.S. students would throw their rights away
North Korea's great leader, a feudal regression
But U.S. Students had illusions of oppression.
[chorus]
You say you're for right, end up for the reverse
The end of the road is a funeral hearse
The road to hell is paved with ideals,
Know thyself, its honesty that heals
Boudin thought it moral to join the B.L.A
A Black Army who claimed crime was OK
She thought it was not for her to ask why
Trust the oppressed, her self-erasing lie.
At the Hamas protests, a leftist describes
Students manic, electric dazed look in their eyes
Who, do you think, more worthy of respect
Yeonmi, Kathy, which one ultimately correct?
Which way will those students go
Will they relearn what the rest of us know?
Must they repeat Boudin's trail of fear
Is there any intelligent life down here?