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Heathens, scamps and thieves were lying in wait around the cove
Could not see them in gray dusk, but Captain Tawny Right felt them
Being an empath, as well as an Irish pirate queen, she was clairaudient.
She sent word by way of whipping boy for all hands to be at the ready.
A curtain of darkness cloaked the deeds of the rival ship.
Are we sure? Whispered a newcomer to our crew.
I put my finger to my lip, giving him the silent signal.
You could hear nothing but the dip of oars as we rounded this bend.
I realized that our entire crew of forty-nine was holding their breath.
Cannon blast startles me; lights the sky. I see the renegades.
All hell takes over the sea now; they are scallywags like us.
Captain Right is the first to greet them with a sword in their gut.
Big boned, grandiose, black-booted, and bubbly beyond the Baltic.
This is the Mediterranean. Tawny is silent, slashing and killing.
We murder them! The newcomer said. He gleefully sliced a knee.
In an hour Tawny calls a halt and we count our remaining prisoners.
She gives them a choice. Join our band or be murdered on the spot.
Their captain, an old man with grouchy ways begins to argue.
Much younger, handsome first mate runs him through with his sword.
At your command, my Captain, he says, impressing Tawny.
We leave the harbor in two ships, and I am taught to play cards.
Our new scallywags, scamps and thieves love to bet.
Best day on the Mediterranean yet. Started with two ships.
Now we are up to eight. Our captain is ruthless, and brave.
Being an empath who is clairaudient, and clairsentient helps too.
She feels things and knows things prior to smells or sounds.
I am grateful to be on her crew. Will guard her with my life.
Hope one day she will recognize my name and my face.
In the call to follow Christ
Some create their own device
They offer salvation and their advice
In knowing that there is an after life
Some are aware and take delight
We have a choice punishment or paradise
To where we spend an unending life
Where once were days of fault and vice
Some not knowing about the price
Paid for admission to that paradice
It doesn’t matter who you like
Doesn’t matter what
What does matter is the when and where
What really mattered is were you there
When your soul finally declared
The truth of what happened Divine
The revelation at that certain time
The truth that was told with certain sighs
That everything occurred by design
Only to be interpreted as a crime
I’m told a napkin was folded
After they dined
The work was finished and it was fine
It reaches far into our lives
Where heathens thoughts are compromised
Where we once saw death and dispair
Suddenly we saw a great repair
Some may suffer with in a snare
But once your saved
Your no longer there
Catherine Bryan
1838-1918
Thy swan song will be kept short, for thou
And ye, faithful friends of Whittier’s Quaker enclave,
In stout shock, thy anger scolds the town,
For ye know, in heart and soul,
Thee and this old maid did not approve or agree,
With ye establishment of said saloon,
And its mad proprietor, with mustache in tow.
To God, in his holy anger, thou sayeth:
Do not spare ye town of Whittier,
Please, kindly show no mercy, as ye sinful township,
Heads into the uncertain evil times,
Cease not to spare the damaging quakes,
From thy emblazoned temper in seasons ahead,
For ye Whittier hath dressed obscenely in clothes of mustard yellow,
And hath exchanged them for the proper, black regalia of the righteous,
Yes, proper and good accoutrements for thy people in worship!
But now it is time for the old woman to say:
Ye Whittier! Thou hath forsaken the highest God!
For thy immodest music and dancing,
And thy indulgent viewing of sinful cinemas,
In the darkness of Hades itself, at the Optic,
Ye den of corruption and vice,
Hath spat upon the face of the Lord!
Whittier township, a dead woman says to ye future generations,
From this black place in a forgotten grave:
Ye are damned heathens in thy midst!
Ye reprobates! Ye are not the chosen people!
Instead of worship, and disciplined prayer time,
Ye sit in the dumbing darkness and find Lucifer,
Dreaded star of the morning!
The Optic be damned!
Their spirits sift through the ages
Soaring swiftly in song
Kings queens prophets poets
Martyr and messiah
Tattooing tongues teaching teal truths
For ages they are anxiously awaiting
YOU
The one who will pick up that torch
Glowing with orange golden fire
Blazing bequest that
Still burns bright despite
Time tearing at tissues
Souls setting sails persevere
Even in death and
Rather because of death
Launched like missals persona projected
Into castles of our consciousness
Where the dearly departed laugh and live
Shed tears of wet windy wishes
Wishes to not have died in vain
Hopes that we keep up with progress
That we work for peace not to deplete
The earth of its resources not
Our own souls societies sacred’s
Not deceased by blasphemy and ignorance
Every good thing contributed by them
Laid foundation for greatness
For they are our heroes in heaven
Let them look down to see you rise
Bring your talents gifts to them as prize
They deserve this for they died
To show you no weapon formed against
Us all shall ever prosper least it be
That peaceful intellectual weapon of words
Wisdom that wars on a man’s conscious
Inspiring soul to seek light
To find unique grain of your salt
Worth wearing an ideal
And being a gold needle
In a haystack of heathens
Decide to be that ONE
They died to inspire to move, give, live
Be one that gives them reason to
Rest easy believing it will be settled
Finally there is one who will do it
See to it the world is inspired
To love and seek peace
Coexist with Mother Nature
In harmony and heavenly hope
For all the heroes, heroines
And the MOST HOLY HIGH
For all the freedom fighters
And the oppressed souls never born
Make them aware you hear and persevere
For the benefit of the world
In their names
Because of their brave blood
obtuse behavior, undeserving of mention
she was rather obtuse and wrong
rather mean and loud
she spoke real loud and said little
" damn you sir" she said" damn you!"
most boo'd her as she walked the stage singing
the song" didgo(AND GONE)" and " causing trouble"
"Badgirl Stigma, Rocks!" screamed a painted face Heathen
in barely nothing, she took his flowers and called him
a "boop face", this review of music by Tickles
speaks of the lack of morals in our music,
and lesser appreciation for sheetmusic and classical collaberations.
" they smashed eggs over the gayguys head,
and poured milk on the gaywomans chest, this is obtuse
and ridulous!
the music observer!
2017, Music by Heathens; song's by lovers, written by F. Sinew from Best beats and Dicethrowers-Doo Music!, Produced by "Clean-up Nanny" and the Hussy-next-door, Music City Tenn. and Upper Malbaro MD." paint the wall" used with [permission from Bach-Band and review, Sewy Music-patches" stiched-up dreams" 2017 New,York Musictour! ("Sexy Lady" performed by Bridges upon Waters) riffs from ther guitarshow! "Way Cool Dude: Way Cool !
In the 16th year
In a world of heathens the blood has dried on the streets in the wars have ceased yet there's one more battle to be rocked Humanity has lost its hope in the year 16
For it is 2222 February 2nd of the year 2022
Year 16 and apocalyptic scheme has the king of the world bows down to no one he rules with the cold steel hand almost bow down in the worship Him for the absolute some longer the truth there's no one but the impoverished it's absolute freedom was freedom ran freedom can hurt this new prosperity in an absolute kingdom this new world order this monarchy King of the land has rhythm he has rhythm he has risen and he's dancing on the heads through the souls of the populace he now holds in the year of 2222
1/10/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
The watchers eyes focus within silence
bombarded by messages of pure malice
many suffer so much hate towards an individuals choice
everyone with deep vision can see these festering souls
Those whom support the culture of death no longer hide
openly denouncing God's right under Divine law
When push comes to shove hellbent
certain agendas have highlighted uncivilised heathens
a dark side underneath your skin is clearly exposed
Manipulating the truth has only one verdict
when examined properly bringing justice to this court
and the relationship between lies
In the face of an honest opinion warlike beggars cry victim
no amount of evidence will sway these possessed bodies
They are so filled with pride and baseless egos
to acknowledge the twist in their own tongue to explain
Judging others with a cold heart separates them as wolves
with such bitterness showing teeth stalking every word howls
In that which does not suit their ill agenda behind a mask
trampling on the innocent with racist views
masked as caring with sweet stings a scorpion
Loveless bullies self ordained bigots uneducated liars
twist the very meaning of life backwards
where the sick are incurable they are never untreatable
there the blind have already opened their eyes and can see
I'm happy, I'm sad
Been in the same mood so long
I can't tell
I'm happy, I'm Sad
I think I'm going through hell
But I can't tell
I dream of disaster in happy places
Plaster surrounds the reality of faces
I'm ready, the loads heavy
Eager to temp the levy
See good times in the worst ways
Living the nightmare of cursed days
Don't want a spouse
Cause I ain't trying to place house
Look at me and see
A figure of hope is what it used to be
See for yourself
Heathens can be deceiving
Look for higher props to conquer pleasure
And be fever relieving
I'm happy I'm sad,
Been in the same mood so long
I can't tell
I'm happy, I'm Sad
I think I'm going through hell
But I can't tell
"Fragments and crumbs of life, all the little pieces"
Brought me to a cemetery that had many creases,
I walked the graveyard of my mind last night,
I saw many people sleeping tight,
I saw the ones that made me smile,
I saw the ones who were part of my biggest trials,
I saw the failures of my past,
I saw the sorrow of a childhood that went to fast,
I saw the liars who stole from me,
I saw the heathens, who lived lives that were empty,
I saw the chameleons trying to blend in with the bareness
and vulnerability of winter trees,
I saw all those who listened
But silenced my innocent pleas,
I saw the aisles of fragmentation,
Broken dreams and manipulation,
I saw the wrinkles and the tares,
From having a father who was never there,
But then I saw amazing grace,
Shimmering under a mercy tree,
I realized that all of those stones,
Had made me what I was called to be,
Each plot was responsible for a certain quality in me,
Allowing me to be able to identify
With others drastically,
I saw the days of evil tightly bolted down,
I saw clarity, which was once lost
Now completely found,
I saw the page turn
As the past had been burned,
I saw Gods presence filling up
Every area where I yearned,
I saw a radiant light pointing far ahead,
Directing me out of my mind
Resurrecting all that was dead,
I saw those doors to that cemetery close very tight
As I continued towards what was extremely bright,
I felt an unusual grin,
Overwhelm me from within
I saw an extraordinary flower,
Come forth with might and power.
By: Sabina Nicole
6/20/11
Contest "All the little pieces"
O, Holy people Israel you are freed and redeemed
O, Holy people Israel you are freed and redeemed
This is how you worship the Lord
This is how you worship the Lord
This is how you worship the Lord
Though sacrifice and obedience
When none pursue you
None can hold you
None can mold you
For you are glory
Holy people Israel you are freed and redeemed
O, Holy people Israel you are freed and redeemed
This is how you worship the Lord
All these things going on the wicked flee
Where no pursues of men led to be
But the righteous are bold as the lion
Stand tall marching to Zion
O, Holy people Israel you are freed and redeemed
O, Holy people Israel you are freed and redeemed
This is how you worship the Lord
This is how you worship the Lord
This is how you worship the Lord
When none pursue you
None can hold you
None can mold you
For you are glory
There in great fear where no fear was or is
For God has scattered the bones of those to the crows
Them that encamped against you God mighty shrews
And you shall fee when none pursue you
And you shall be known before you, none before you
and you shall fee when none pursue you
There's no one mightier than you
O, Holy people of America you are waiting
Wait, stand tall rejoice in all
That the Lord gives you still yet favor
We're not worthy we're still heathens
We have gone away from God's own natural ways
What once was right now is wrong
If you don't believe it then just keep on living
Holy people Israel you are freed and redeemed
O, Holy people Israel you are freed and redeemed
This is how you worship the Lord
All these things going on the wicked flee
Where no pursues of men led to be
But the righteous are bold as the lion
Stand tall marching to Zion
And you shall fee when none pursue you
And you shall be known before you, none before you
and you shall fee when none pursue you
There's no one mightier than you
My brother, my sister when none pursue you
03/09/14
written by James Edward Lee Sr.