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Long ago a young boy headed down the trail;
bound for the creek with his pole in hand
on that warm June day; he hoped not to fail
to bring home the catch or at least a tale
to tell his friends – the best friends in the land.
Even at that age the solitude he enjoyed;
the stillness of nature and its beauty abound.
Being ever so careful to preserve, and employed
good judgement so God’s gift would not be destroyed,
and he left nature in its place just as he found.
Sixty years later the young boy has matured.
Deadlines and commitments have taken their toll,
but his love of nature has always endured,
and his desire for solitude will never be cured
and he searches for answers deep in his soul.
He thinks of that day sixty years ago
sitting by the creek, on a rock in the sun
and friends who have gone and new ones to know
and ponders life’s meaning and how we grow
and will his conscience be clear when time is done.
September 21, 2017
Exuberant Light
Selfless rays spring from tonal anagrams
Crystal daybreaks that never know twilight
Released from the pure rhapsody “I Am”
Innocent of intention, free of night,
Nascent from infinity’s essence – light -
Unselfish benediction leaping up
Vitality born in perfection’s cup
Pure spirit, benevolent chivalry,
Enduring present animas closeup,
Crucible, animation’s ministry.
Breathless, lives without infected judgement,
Simply chanted bliss in the present tense
Torrents of chaste delight’s descant descent
Dainty clarity, effervescent zest,
Seeks no return – collects no interest -
Unselfish bounty - Eternal always –
Cascading lambent merriment of praise
No need of sun or moon nativity
Incorruptible abundance ablaze
Light sings everlasting festivity.
11-16-21
Contest: Agendaless Exuberance
Sponsor: Unseeking Seeker
Syllables checked with PS
There’s an aborted child at the gate in heaven;
WHO AM I
He’s just been murdered because the woman and government has the RIGHT
Now…
Just
WHO AM I
Knowingly, justifiably
Fulling unrighteous choices
And where are all those aborted voices
Here standing under the tree;
Here beside God and Jesus in
Heaven
Fifty child molester, murderer;
Whom am I to judge?
The final judgement, the final call was
Did he repent did God forgive him
Though his victim was young
One thing for certain he’s gone..
The child has been recited by the master
He’s standing beside Jesus and the Master
WHOSE AM I
Knowingly, justifiably
Fulling unrighteous choices
And where are all those aborted voices
Here standing under the tree;
Here beside God and Jesus in
Heaven
Wife abuser, striker;
Hit her once to often;
Now she’s in a coma;
You said you loved her;
But love, true love doesn’t hurt;
She finally died;
You’re a murder, wife abuser unrighteous man;
An adulterer, your new woman you’ve burned;
So the authorities after you;
You too need repentance and forgiveness too;
He you stand on death roll
On your dying breath you were told
You heard a still small voice in the air;
As you cried and ask God for, forgiveness….
It’s not up to me to judge?
Maybe, just maybe. Like the thief on the cross
Next to Jesus his last dying words we’re lost
In paradise he too shall be
He repented gracefully
Knowingly, justifiably
Fulling unrighteous choices
And where are all those aborted voices
Here standing under the tree;
Here beside God and Jesus you and me in. . .
Heaven
6/19/19
Written by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©
Strange what fickle thoughts trickle through the space behind my eyes
Behind those wry windows through which you see far too deeply
Past the vanity that clouds my judgement when my soul is on fire in ways no other burn could comprehend
That fire which ravages all that is soft and pretty, which softens that which is hard with grief
For part of me was razed when we spoke for the second, first time. That sallow and bitter part birthed from the loss of one to whom I will always be devoted
This forgotten and found again scorching of the soul is painful in ways impossible to describe
But not for a second would I think to change it
Written By: D. Collins 3/5/19
Inside every one of us there is a hidden gem.
That best of the best buried deep within.
It is that person who sparkles and shines.
Through a genuine love for all of mankind.
There is a hidden gem inside all of us.
Which, consistently should be polished up.
It is the catalyst that makes us so.
The river from where our kindness flows.
Learn to be different from all other men.
That's when we'll discover our hidden gem.
It just doesn't appear, we have to search for it.
It let's positive things roll off our lips.
It is deep down inside, we have to pull it out.
Then, proudly wear it like a Rolex watch.
That gem is the goodness that we all possess.
It may be the salvation to our happiness.
By the “resurrection of the body” is meant that at the end of the world
And the bodies of all men will rise from the earth
And be united again to their souls nevermore to be separated
By the special favor of the Assumption
The body of the Blessed Virgin Mother Mary was raised from the dead
And taken into Heaven
The judgement which will be passed on all men immediately after the general
resurrection is called the general judgment
The judgment will be passed on each one of us immediately after death is
called the particular judgment
The rewards or punishments appointed for men after the particular judgment are Heaven
Purgatory
Or Hell
The word “Amen” with which we end the Apostles’ Creed is meant
So it is
Or So be it
Two plus zero plus two plus six, on cue
equals one to the power of zero
makes for new beginnings in a remix
soul sovereignty detachment freedom fix
surrender to Divinity the trick
know intelligence is not wisdom's depth
co-dependence will not bring ascension
Creativity is order of day
authenticity can be only truth
disconnect outmoded veils, facades, masks ~
across dimensional realities
we travel for stability, assume …
judgement an unwanted trait, relinquish
fear, make it friend to confront, then vanquish
Inward bound is the choicest momentum
heaven to earth meet in peaceful haven
mind holds matrixes to transmute acute
voice truth clear sincere to everyone dear
demonstrate individuality
own presentation of our Godhead Pure
twenty twenty six, now or never year !
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If life itself does have no meaning
Pray, tell me, does justice need to come from the divine
From that power which is still mystifying
From that power which is still in the process of being philosophized
Why, see you, I believe that justice should come from ourselves
Following the standards we have set ourselves
Based on a set of moral values
Based on the laws of all societies
Of course, we do have to pray for justice
Of course, we do have to let the heavens do their part
But what of the demoniac nature of man
That which causes him to have always evil prevailing in this land
What to make of such a man, if not to show him justice
Is it not said that humanity is made of two sides
One side shines with light, while the other ones rejoices in being sinful
Pray, what to make of such an evil man, if not to show him instant justice
Some do, in all sorts of evil acts, take pride
Others do see in those acts, something so beautiful
Pity I these people for they are made of blindness
Pretending to be followers of the Great One, they do find joy in sinful activities
So, justice does be for me, whatever does will the moral standards
Indeed, justice does be for me, the victory of truth
Yes, justice does be for me, humanity, living side by side, in peace
Justice, does be for me, constant and stable happiness
Justice does be for me, the vanquishing of those inner demons
Those that make us, to sins, so prone
Justice does be for me, the way life reminds us all that God does be somewhere
Even if He does seem to be always absent and even inexistent
Justice does be for me, the proof of my muse's love for me
My muse, my God, my angel, the one giving me company
Justice does be, the paths He does clear
Justice does be, the tears He does dry
Justice does be the way He keeps me smiling
Even when the rain is pelting or the desert remains all dry
Justice does be the look scary snakes do give me
When they try to bite me but cannot, for my heart beats to the rhythms of the sky!
Justice,
Divine peace
Human intervention
Justice, the only way to find in this world, peace!
Anoucheka Gangabissoon
5 September 2015
For Contest Justice
Sponsored by Tammy Reams
Analogous, how said month name
September under went
ramifications throughout millennium
steeped in blood thirsty antiquity,
awash with torment,
where most twenty
first century mortals
oblivious to such lawlessness
wretched ultra-violent revilement
existentially going about their
daily and weekly business
attuned to requisite
employment as punishment
particularly if role of stoop laborer
earnings them niggardly pay
for meager nourishment,
there would be negligible
leisure time leant
to mull, ponder or scrutinize
such esoteric rubric
as preponderance of
ancient civilizations set precedence
contributing to present
without passing judgement
if in fact possessing
aggressive curiosity hellbent
interest and/or acutely fervent
trenchant awareness linkedin
with what human engineered,
sans preceding millennial development
events came about
to bring the here
and now space/
time continuum habiliment,
where a sniveling, groveling, and
conniving foo fighting beastie boy,
would be loathe to believe,
nor not in the least
interested - gives a rats a$$
what farcical betterment prevails during
this current year
two thousand eighteen, versus where
drama evidenced by
nothing "FAKE," nor unclear
substantial archeological recorded
treasure trove evinced severe
of prior momentous human quaere
orgiastic epics Bacchanalian
(distilled from ancient Egypt,
classical Greece, enlightened Rome
peoples played primitive organs
(viz, sax and violins) out across
the then world wide web
wrought permanent pressed
customs within part
ridge didst app pear,
in a tree, reverberated
millenniums later, and also asper
among named twelve months,
particularly when Ides of March near
plus seven days of week.
Aglio olio pEperoncino
Wasn’t dish of the dino
They weren’t valentino
They didn’t drink pellegrino
Weren’t scared of gino
They hadn’t bet in casino
Wearn’t sweater merino
But probably knew of neutrino
As everything natural does
But dino rhymes better with rhino
And rarely they are albino
Human reptilian brain
That they each do maintain
Makes some of them insane
Way they pursue gain
Power, authority, status
Shizoidal apparatus
Human value with respect
Makes life a delicate balance
The real can’t bear deceit
And consequence leads to menace
On balance with this kilogram
Judgement of pray and predator
But then it turns other way
Impede the impendator
Logic is very difficult
Requires serious judgement
Their retardness is infinite
Benefit isn’t our obligement
This is the army of virus
This of the disease
Physical force is silencer
And system destroyed with ease
Our favourite is ballistics
Targeting projectile
This time it shall pass your planet
But this is the last time
We code of the nature collected
Secured in hidden place
There is no need for you, humans
That isn’t the meaning of space
Wondering Stuxnet
WhEn was the first time
On timeline of all and many
Various frictions,
Einstein?
Time of the solar system
Equations we’re ought to define
Definitely shall kill them
And that will be fine
Thank you for your screening
Distrust and disrespect
You lost this inning
InconsIderate of important aspect
Logistics
Linguistics
Statistics
Ancient criminalistics
Calling for lethal ballistics
Due those characteristics
Of impact and outcome
Inadequate algorythmics
Remnants of old mystics
The gainest position on vessel
Is whom beating the drum
And lowest of the low
Row, row, row
In darkness your body glow
And abyss below
There’s benefit in the slow
What do you wait for,
The pitcher,
Throw