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another
another war is born
again
so another new infant
is about to die again
for another grief
to bleed to another
innocent soul
another rumours of war's
is out their in the media
again
for another to panic just
for another
hatred to boil in another
places where peace
is yet to be another change
another steel bird is on the rise
again to lay another
eggs of destruction
in another countries of peace
for another evil agenda to be
born on another illusion again
another cries on the streets
of the poor again for another
innocent soul has been placed
to rest in peace so young in
another broad daylight and yet
we keep living in fear for another
men on black and black kaki to
keep intimidation us always
another after another
another new president is
promising us of change again
same like the other retired
liers who only worked for another
man aims of greed instead to serve
his people in truth
another is never endless
no wonder our needs
are never endless
to no satisfaction
in an era of another ignorance
where greed is the author
for another manipulation
upon us like always
another after
another
The silence is beckoning from the center of a deafening room.
sound giving silence meaning understood by the expulsion of those who are doomed.
the irritable laughter, rumors and whispers and lies.
the deception draws near me with sophisticated intelligent guise.
the words that flow from tongue to ear are like fuses to semtex in the brain.
an explosion so great that only a few who understand the awakening can explain.
the sorrow and emptiness misguided laughter and pain.
misunderstood, misdiagnosed overwhelmed by the hatred and blame
the prideful transgression that they refuse to claim
will be their demise that will bring them to flames.
the denial of truth and the bold display of pride
exudes ones emptiness and vacancy inside
though the act of denial is successive in all manners of flesh
the acceptance of truth and repentance is ones ultimate test.
so pick up your cross and walk your green mile
cause dieing like jesus is dieing in style!
Why does hatred exist
I don't believe I have ever hated
I have surely disliked but hatred is an extreme
It is certainly not something to be proud of
It is something to avoid
Nothing should ever be a reason to hate
Most wars are caused by evil men
Wanting not only their fair share
But that of their neighbours
And their neighbour's neighbours
It's never ever enough
Where does it end
Greed is a major factor
Control is another
The craving to be king of the mountain
To rule, to enslave
To conquer at all cost
The lives of many are no obstacle
An entire nation, a whole race of people
It matters not... power corrupts
Absolute power corrupts absolutely
None of us living today
Will see a world where total peace exists
But this fact shouldn't deter us
To throw up our hands
And say “It's impossible”
Nothing in this world is impossible
If the will to succeed is present
I have always had faith
That man will always do the right thing
I still have that faith!
© Jack Ellison 2014
Yesterday
I cried my heart out
For I wept tears of glass
To lay a path for you to walk on
Barefoot on the hot pavement
naked as I bleed
In the hopes that you won’t taste my fear
Teeming with anger and hatred
As I stood with a clenched fist.
hot coals in my palm
Ready to unfurl
Shoulders hunched, grasping at embers.
My hands exposed me.
Today
I write with the temperament
Of a subdued bull
As you taunt and prod
Waiting for me to charge
my heart aflame like molten lava
My eyes burning with fire
Shooting darts of laser beams
My lips are parted
but no words escaped
My voice betrayed me.
Tomorrow
I will walk in splendor
Of a thousand suns
Simultaneously rising
In dazzling radiance
I will set the heavens ablaze
And you will be drawn
Just like a moth to a flame
Not looking back, not asking why
Your eyes deceived you
For my heat no longer warms
Instead it burns
Not the kind that cauterizes and effaces
But the one that engulfs and consumes
Like butter on blow torch
Your perception beguiled you
For I am Venus
As you watch me lay motionless
you wonder what goes up and down
but does not move? My temperature.
As I bask in my ring of fire
Feel my scorching heat
As I exact my revenge
and singe your wings of desire
It is too late,
I show no mercy
As my soul deserted me.
We can't stay here—nothing lives in this land of famine, where truth is scarce, and hearts are hollow.
Men are deceitful and corrupt, their lips like wasps that sting and poison.
There is none righteous—no, not even one.
We can't stay here, where man devours man and darkness covers the soul; a people so far from God that no goodness can be found.
We can't stay here—too much fighting, too much backbiting, too much deception, malice, and pride.
Honour has fallen in the streets, and men walk boldly in the way of death, playing with sin, calling it pleasure, until it steals their breath and deafens their ears to truth.
We can't stay here.
Arise—let us come to our senses.
Let us leave this place behind and go to the city.
Though we may live or die, we also might live; let us take the chance to go where it may be well with us.
Let us go to the gates where grace and favour dwell, and bow low to seek the mercy of God.
We can't stay here—no, we can't remain.
Let us cast off hatred, lay down strife, turn from faultfinding and every hidden sin.
This is not our home.
We can't stay here.
Let us go where the Lamb of God takes away the sins of the world.
Let us journey to that place where joy forever reigns.
We can't stay here.
We must take up the cross, for in its crimson flow there is cleansing, there is mercy, there is life made new.
We can't stay here.
Let us make things right, one with another, knowing our past cannot deny us the gift of grace and God's favour.
For God is calling—no matter where we’ve been, no matter what we’ve done.
He calls us to the foot of the cross, where Jesus gave His life for all.
We can't stay here.
If we choose to be faithful, we shall eat the good of the land—but we must move.
We can't stay here.
We are called to be faithful, to be obedient, to become servants of the Most High.
Soon, we shall dwell in mansions where our Master lives.
So arise—let us go and tell the story, to those who are perishing, to those who long for hope, to those who need salvation.
We can't stay here.
We do not belong here.
Let us go to the city whose builder and maker is God.
Lord, we will not stay here.
We surrender all.
We will not remain in this place.
We choose Your kingdom—our eternal home.
We can't stay here.
We will follow You, Jesus.
Are socialists human beings?
Do they need food?
Are they capable of goodness?
Do they deserve to be tortured, starved, abandoned, beaten?
What makes a socialist cry?
It isn't sad movies -- or is it?
Why should I stop hating them?
I have the right to punish them, do I not?
Or do I?
When Mother Teresa found a Communist, starving, abandoned, beaten, she fed him, loved him, made him feel the hands of Christ, touching him through her hands.
When the SS found a Communist, they shot him, tortured him, starved him, gassed him
When the Communists found a Jew, they tortured him, starved him, took his property, made certain he was strung up as an example, that people do not have the right to own their own property.
When Gandhi found that Hindus were murdering Muslims and Muslims were murdering Hindus, he fasted publicly until they stopped.
Whose example do you prefer?
Mother Teresa's, or Stalin's
That of Gandhi, or the SS?
That of Christ?
I have the right to shoot every Democrat who angers me -- or DO I?
I have the right to impeach every Republican for being Republican, to loot his store, to force him to perform abortions, to punish him...
Somewhere in Africa, a father drove nails through the knees of his teenage son
For converting to Christianity.
I am hatred.
I am anger.
I am violence.
Whose example do you prefer?
Christ's?
Or mine?
This is where we save ourselves,
Or destroy ourselves.
'Let Brotherhood, Peace and Progress become landmarks of attainment', it has been written.
Well?
Which do we prefer?
It's a question to ask yourself every day.
When I win, I make the whole world bleed,
And I LAUGH!
Not such a nice fellow am I.
I'd rather go unnoticed when I do well
that way the hopeless won't make my day hell
because they hate my glory like they hate themselves
it makes them act nasty and hatred prevails
They long for attention that they never get
then when you win it just leaves them upset
Too small to applaud or quickly forget
they put you down as if you're a muppet
The praise of the majority
is the rage of the minority
beating you down is their only priority
when you're successful you're treated horribly
I can be happy in what I know myself
I don't need the praise of somebody else
But they need it badly, they need it like health
It's so pathetic they clearly need help
I have moments I begin to think hatred and pain and suffering in this life are a given
Luckily in the next moment I’m reminded of what a wonderful world I live in.
Yesterday as sadness spread through the world like a virus how was I to know
joy would tap me on the shoulder in the form of:
an old book,
an old song
and a forgotten TV show…
A young couple came into the bookstore not on a specific expedition
but they found a book they both loved and had to have…it was a first edition.
They hugged then kissed as together they held onto that book
“Smile!” I said as with their phone their anniversary picture I took.
Next in the store came a mother…to her chest she was carrying her child
They stopped to say hello and when the baby looked at me…he smiled.
“His name is Malcolm.” his mother said and I could see innocence in his eyes.
He smiled at me every time they passed me and even as he waved goodbye.
For the last half hour we are open in the evening…I do this religiously
as a nice way to end the day…I play the same soft, smooth CD.
When it began to play this older couple came to me…
the wife’s eyes were filled with tears
“This is the song we danced to at our wedding!” She said ,
“and we’ve been married for 35 years!”
They lingered in the store a while, bought a book and were about to leave when…
I said, “Wait one minute. Happy Anniversary!”… and I played their song again.
A young couple a baby and an older couple reminded me of joy
and left me feeling high
as they all, on their way out of the store, smiled and waved goodbye….
In case you were wondering what book, what song, what TV show
here’s the answer to that riddle
It began with A Clockwork Orange
It ended with What a Wonderful World
And the smile that brought such joy…
that was Malcom in the middle.
Feeling that pain
in my mind
In my heart
Hurting so bad
I’m falling apart
I gave it my all
put in a 100%
Can’t hate me a little
Can’t hate me a bit
Leave it alone
you’ve torn out my heart
scorched it to a crisp
Now where do I start
I saw it all before
With others I’ve known
Happiness to nightmares
Abated hearts torn
Right in front of my eyes
A disquieting loss known
A future irreconcilable
Discording with lies untold
Not sure what to say
Not sure what to do it
Can’t even describe
My hatred toward you
Watching you leave
I’m gonna explode
My dreams now gone
No more happy home
It doesn’t even matter
Everything we’ve built
Now it’s all shattered
Lost down this road
Gotta let off some steam
With life upside down
It’s time for me to move on
Thanks for the smiles
Thanks for the lies
Distance from your presence is what I need
Watching you leave
HARD DIFFICULT
TORCHED EMOTIONS
DISTRUSTFUL TEMPTATION
LASTING
MEMORIES
Gone
If I could erase the memory, of hate I would
Upon all the humans, of this torn world;
This is expressly how I feel;
This would be a new world for me;
And why would I erase, this the presents of hatred;
Erasing hatred to dislike intensely or passionately;
Erase the feel extreme aversion
For extreme hostility toward;
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Erase I detest: to hate the enemy;
Erase hate bigotry.
to be unwilling; dislike:
Erase unmoral strife
I hate to do it. why would I erase, this the presents of hatred;
WHY? Cause...
GOD IS LOVE, this I'd erase everything but this... I'll keep
GOD'S LOVE
1/29/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2020©
January 28, 2020 Assignment
Written for class assignment (WIPS) North Omaha Writers Group (NOW