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As the world shifted and divided from whites, Hispanics, and Asians and of course African Americans due to pointless killings from the men in blue, the police. Blacks stormed through their cities protesting and looting. Burning down buildings and franchises that begin to mean very little to them. Blacks from all ages march with angry eyes and balled up fist and crying hearts that beat to a tune that sounded of "justice" Surprisingly non-blacks marched aside of them showing a caring side for once. But it still was not enough to move the cold heart of the president. He sit on his throne in deep thoughts with eyes or anger toward this. He made statements on shooting the looters if it continued. As the looting kept going along with protesters the army got involved as the president stated with not intentions of bluffing. All over the world blacks protested screaming a triumph or peace and justice with tears that many prayed would reach the most high. Right before the army front line infantry pointed their guns at all the black men which was instructed by the president to do so. A loud Now was shouted! Boom!!! Bang!!! they started shooting but every black person who stood in front of them or watched from their homes on television or from across the globe all of a sudden disappeared. The president watching from his throne suddenly swallowed racist hate like spit and his mouth dropped. The army men whom where black was not at the side of the white or Hispanic or Asian shooter nor in the tanks nor in any military to service. They vanished in the blink of a eye. White protesters searched for their black friends who they stood with, with love and a caring heart. Then a old man with a wooden stick that he used to help him walk, with white wool like hair and skin like bronze and his eyes made every one shake in fear. His eyes were like a flame of fire. He then walks up to the army and looks up at the president looking down from a far and he whispered but his whisper was loud touching the ear of all whites and Hispanics and Asians across the globe.
Are you happy now?
Then this mysterious man said. One should never aim to rule nor remain attached to a secondary world. I shall see you all soon and he whispered again softly that only the president could hear this.
"Revelation 13:1-18"
What do human beings say when they get horrible news, or see something so surreal they cannot process it?
They say " Oh My God."
This is not a fad, or slang.
This is ingrained in us.
Atheists, Hispanics, Jehovah's witness. Satanists.
We say " Oh my God". In other languages, countries, and regions.
Why?
Why do we call on our God when we see something bigger than ourselves?
9/11. The ground was filled
People looking up
"Oh my God."
How Big is your God?
Is He big enough to love the whole world and create the Universe?
How Good is your God?
Is He good enough to make babies perfect and animals beautiful?
How just is your God?
Will he judge the criminals accordingly and make them pay for the lives they have stolen and ruined with their evil?
How forgiving is your God? Will He accept your apologies for the things you have done wrong and keep you out of hell?
How angry is your God? Will the day come when He is sick of being ignored, mocked, denied, and laughed at and unleash His power on the planet?
How real is your God? Do you feel His presence in your life and does He really know you and do you consider Him in all you do, giving Him credit and thanks for the things you have?
How much do you love your God?
With all your body mind and soul, ready to lay down your life for Him if need be, or would you now for another? These are the important questions as one day you will stand before a Holy God and it does not matter your religion , faith, color or creed. Your beliefs won't matter. Your opinions won't matter. All that will matter in that moment is You and Him.
And you will answer. How you answer is up to you, but you had better think about it. God did not create us because He wanted us to have a big party and carry on without Him.
He created us because He wanted a family to love and be loved by. As a world are we failing Him miserably?
All you can do is start with yourself
Seek and you shall find.
I just can’t leave without saying:
at least bye for now or ‘till we meet again.’
a conventional phrase we always say
to people we’ve met and cared for.
In another country like in Italy,
Ciao o arrivederci is a common cliché
in Spanish they always say, ‘hasta luego’
and in my own language, ‘hanggang sa muli’
As Filipino myself it’s a lovely thing.
to have that courtesy before leaving;
it’s an important gesture, an ethical manner
at least to show a smile or word of thanks.
I remember where I was assigned before,
working with immigrants like those Italians;
some Hispanics, Maltese, Irish and Sri Lankans,
it’s a universal thing to say bye for now.
Then another mission assignment came to my life,
that’s a tough one working at the borderline
that’s between El Paso and a city in Chihuahua
Ciudad Juárez, a place where I lived with Mexicans.
While I study and work at the same time
there’s an element of joy and compassion
I saw how these people like Mexicans
struggled to live and coped with life.
I really enjoyed my relationship with them
I even developed my own sense of freedom
to be creative and compassionate to them
A real commitment, like a song to my ears.
But when that time came that I ought to leave them,
I couldn’t say a word but just a sweet smile,
they understood right away that I’d stay no longer
in our Casa del Migrante, a place of hospitality.
As I was leaving my mission to face another role
in another context, place and working relationship,
some close friends and faithful followers,
organized a party with music and camaraderie.
And I still remember how they spoke about me
saying in a chorus of voices: ‘we’ll miss you,’
that’s a moving experience that even now
I recall those mem’ries so precious to me
that I cherish them all in my heart.
It’s a memorable scenario, a moment of joy
with a cadence of notes unfolding –
un beso de despedida!
though in a short period of time
The Climate Changed
"You were the sun
Once I was perihelion
Now you are aphelion!"
Sang the perihelion of planet earth
In low baritones
What is the perihelion of planet earth to do now?
A pointless POINT
Wandering in a void
Year 2021
The planet earth is all but
Gone`
The last climate change summit
Was in year 2020!
At the top of the mahogany table
Sat Emperor Trumpet!
Trumpet meant a big fart,
In Cambridge dictionary
But its meaning had changed now
It meant the last Emperor.
Back to my story:
At the top of mahogany
Table sat Emperor Trumpet!
Climate change is a fiction
A rumour, a treason
Spread by my foes
The heathens:
The Jews, the Turks, the Hispanics, the other sex what I call whoes
The English the French the Democrats
Let us teach a lesson to all those
Heathens
Let us ignore their pleas
The Trumpetlings who sat all around him cheered
Twisting their crimson necks!
And serpantine, slime green tongues!
They lined up to kiss his ruby ring
Sat on his crow like finger:
The middle finger which became a conundrum
For ornithologists all around the globe
For years to come
All the while the great fart hissed
And twisted his serpantine tongue
Poison green in hue!
Spitting slime
all the time!
So the great fart was sleeping in his feather bed
(A loud snore);
The bed feathered by his slaves: the Turks the Hispanics the democrats the English
The other sex what he called whoes,
When a great molten came down and
Swollowed the planet earth;
In one big gulp
The humans, the animals the trees
The fine bridges, the intricate monuments;
All but gone now!
The sole survivor is a perihelion;
Lonely as a lost lamb,
Singing melancholy songs
To her old flame
Her greatest love once!
"You were the sun
Once I was perihelion
Now you are aphelion"
The only love song to
have survived!
Got Love for those hot azz lyrics,
Got Love for those who tryin’ to hear it.
Got Love for my peoples holdin’ me down,
Got Love for the mamis with the booty round.
Got Love for those makin’ moves,
Got Love for Italians and Jews,
Hispanics and Asians, Europeans
Got Love for basketball season.
Got Love for the folks that got me here,
Got Love for the jokes that got me sheddin’ tears.
Got Love for my boys messin’ up,
Got Love for those who feel they stuck.
Got Love for the people tryin’ to live,
Got Love for learnin’ from the mistakes I did.
Got Love for seein’ cats come up,
Got Love for seein’ blacks come up.
Got Love for them strong females,
Got Love for the single mommy’s bustin’ they tail.
Got Love for the real fathers,
Got love for the ones that don’t get bothered
By the hoes, clothes, and large cash flows.
Got Love for letting my mind grow.
Got Love for those who know the real me,
Got Love for people that really feel me.
Got Love for the 757,
804, 434, 703, 540, and five, sixty plus eleven.
Got Love for my peoples in NY, Cali, TX, Oklahoma,
Kansas, Florida and Georgia, that southern cookin’ aroma.
Got Love for my blue collars, car and house ownin’,
For those safely bonin’, in the gym body tonin’.
Got Love for those who paved the way,
Got Love for the ancestors that made sure we saw a better day.
Got Love for the one above,
He always shows me love,
Through push and shove, He’s there to guide.
Got Love for the brothers inside
That should be outside.
Got Love for those who keep they head up,
Got Love for the ex-bangers that put they lead up.
Got Love for those here and gone,
Got Love for right and wrong.
Got Love for night and day,
Got Love for life, what more can I say?
I’m saying “The Blacks,” which is what we were referred to as.
So yall, Trump said, “Millions” (yes, MILLIONS) of immigrants are coming into this country illegally and “they” are taking jobs from “the Blacks” and Hispanics.
Let’s do the math. Yeah, let me make this make sense.
Black owned companies usually are small companies and will most likely hire “Blacks,” which means the rest of the “millions” of Blacks that don’t work for a “Black” company works for a white company.
(The Hispanics are definitely a part of this topic, however I’m going to leave them out this next part to shed light on “the Blacks.”)
Step 1 - If the immigrants don’t come into the country, then the whites don’t have many options, they just have to “stick” with “the Blacks.” Now, the only way the immigrants can “take” jobs from us is if they are hired.
Step 2 - If “they” (the immigrants) are taking the jobs from “the Blacks” and “the Blacks” are working for the whites, then that mean the whites are hiring them. So if the whites are hiring them, then that’s benefiting the whites and the whites don’t see nothing wrong with that, only thing is what you are saying is, if you replace “the Blacks,” and “the Blacks” don’t have a job, then they most likely could turn to drugs, crime and violence. So if they turn to drugs, crime and violence, they end up in jail. So if they end up in jail, then really all you have left to work for your company are the illegal immigrants.
So since these “MILLIONS” are coming into the country taking jobs from “the Blacks” and Hispanics, what Trump is basically saying is, you white companies are or are willing to hire illegal, undocumented immigrants, right?
Just saying…
Hatred for some races
there’re a few of us
Whom we may not trust
Some of us hate our fellow man just
Cause for the color of their skins
LET US STOP, STOP RIGHT NOW THIS HATRED FOR THE RACES
But man about
Hatred and strive
What kind of world is this we’re in
Some whites hate blacks
Some blacks hate whites
As some whites hate Hispanics
As some hate Asians
What kind of world are we in
LET US STOP, STOP RIGHT NOW THIS HATRED FOR THE RACES
When in the ground are skins decay
Disintegrates
What kind of mistrust, deceitfulness
And haltered bounds us
IN the casket, in the grave, and in heaven in hell
Color just doesn’t matter
For we rot and decay
For we put on a new body
Some of us will stand, walk before the Lord and God
The other some of us, will just burn, rot and bust
Into the flames of condemnation
You see God and Jesus and the Angels are no color
The color of their substances is love
The color of their substances is mercy
The color of their substances is grace
May the everlasting fire come upon us
to forever drown
tormented
yet we sin
troubled, troubled
a child, some of us repented not
This is why we rot and burst
LET US STOP, STOP RIGHT NOW THIS HATRED FOR THE RACES
The curtain closes
an empty jar on the table, a maroon smile
there is only embarrassment
tortured
bleak, troubled times
LET US STOP, STOP RIGHT NOW THIS HATRED FOR THE RACES
God forgive us for the,
hatred for some races
So shall I love my sister, my brother
No matter their color
For there’s no colored God
For His (God’s) mercy and grace
Covers are face, no matter what color we are
6/16/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2021©
I don’t get it
The nicest people with the biggest hearts get treated like poo
Its as if everyone is acting like everything is okay like it’s a skit
The negativity gets old and dies off, yet the hatred seems to transmit
Is it that hard to put away any animosity you have towards someone and commit?
In reality in the end we all can benefit
Just think……
Where is the love in this world anymore?
Teens still being bullied and girls still getting called whores
People hating themselves for being different, they spend their times at the liquor store
Late nights, asking themselves why, drinking so much they hit the floor
Having an end result of having bruises and being sore
It seems we are all still fighting our own personal wars
Yet there is nothing wrong beating your own drum and wanting to explore
There shouldn’t be any hate or judgment anymore
Let’s once again help one another come together and help restore
So in the end we can all rest ashore
I hate the world we live in today
The violence, the judgments, the assumptions, the hatred, and the betrays
Seeing other people who are different having to repay from all the disarray
Blacks, whites, shorts, obese, Americans, Natives, Hispanics, Gays
We are all different like papier-mâché, and that’s okay
Yet we are all the same on the inside, all one way
So put all the drama behind us, and let’s be a good model on the display
Any thoughts or comments?
There was a man who had a dream
A long long time ago,
The Reverend Martin Luther King
I'm sure you all do know,
For a United America
Where every color and race,
Sharing all things equally
In this beautiful place.
Then there was Bob Kennedy
Some forty years ago
Who said that in forty years time
Our President might be *****,
Well he was shot down in his prime
And never lived to see,
A Black man in the White House
He predicted so truly.
So America we've lived to see
That some dreams do come true,
And with Obama at the helm
Our faith has been renewed,
He is a true American
Part African part white,
He knows the struggles of the poor
We know he'll do what's right.
Will he be perfect? No he won't
'Cause not a man can be,
He'll make mistakes like others did
And they'll be fixed, you'll see,
We'll just step back, give him a chance
Let's see him walk the walk,
His campaign slogan was for change
And he talked a great talk.
So Black and White people unite
Asians, Hispanics too,
And every race in this great land
Rallied together true,
It was a lovely sight to see
Them go from door to door,
Asking Americans to choose
Democracy once more.
So Americans are fired up
And all ready to go,
Into a new direction now
Not waiting for tomorrow,
And so this awesome dream lives on
And we are proud to see,
This is a true United States
We're in good company.
...Sitting in this cell
Laughing at this guard that fell
Nothing else to do but play with the dirt under my nail
Days move slow as snails
Sit ups all day
Push ups every way
1000 lunges
1000 crunches
So much time to think
So much time to blink
Been reading and writing so much there's words on my sink
Man prison air stink
C.O. is a menace
His name is Dennis
Coincidence
In here a different world
A deepr crater
Tensions so dense
Drugs still smuggled in here, it doesn't make sense
Even though it makes cents
Food is so crappy
Lack of sleep so I'm crabby
The barber got stabbed so my hair is nappy
I'll sure be happy
When I win my case
If this is what life serves you, it's an awful taste
I try to keep my distance from hispanics
When they speak latin I start to panic
But they do great tattoos
And airbrush shoes
I'm not due to lack of visits
So my family can take those letters and stick it
Where the sun doesn't shine
Because there are no rays in here
No emotional breakdowns
No sign of fear
I never shed a tear
Even as the guards carry me from my room grinning ear to ear
I notice how we're goin opposite direction of the courtroom
The sign says "electrical chair"
I'm facing my doom
I sit down get strapped up
Constipated now
Stomach crapped up
Last thing I saw was the mayor with her vovacious curves
She pulled the handle and I felt a powerful surge.....