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God is Good
Destined for Greatness
I Love You
Financially Debt Free
Yes I Can
What Student Loan?
Blessed, Grateful, Thankful
Inspired by You
Chrysler, Home, Tesla
Five Star Mom
I am Forgiven
Black is Beautiful
No Weapon Formed
Write the Vision
One Prayer Away
Walk by Faith
Never Give Up
Eat the Oatmeal
Sleep in Peace
Journey for Jesus
Change your Mindset
Women Stop Complaining
Colette – Dright
Love One Another
Blessed Beyond Measure
Who am I?
Grace and Mercy
Thank You God
Weather the Storm
Don’t Drive Drunk
Children of God
Just say No
Life after Death
Strength, Structure, Stability
Don’t Look Back
You are Amazing
St. Bernard Project
Run your Race
Capricorn the Goat
The Chosen One
In Jesus Name
Guard your Mind
I Been Approved
Don’t make Assumptions
Mind your Business
We are Conquerors
Jesus is Love
Believe in You
Pray for Me
Learn to Forgive
NOLA for Life
New Orleans, Louisiana
7 Ward Hardhead
Been ‘bout It
Praise the Lord
I am Me
Visualization, Manifestation, Determination
The after life while living alive is filled with the essence
Of you,
Burning hot I have lived and in death I have walked the sun.
Leaving life have you laughed and cried with both as one?
While loving you and only you makes it harder to leave a world
Unseen untill all arrive.
Loosing you is not loss but to see across the wide stream, a river
Is made the ocean is lost to the sea.
Green is a babe in the bush that is soft with green leaves and
Happy in life while knowing of death, there's no shame.
Faith is not fear and fear is not faith to those rare few whom come,
Some but few know when it's time to leave, leaving love behind.
Hard or soft is the shell inside of this shell made of you and big
Or small, unseen in the eye's of your soul.
You may if you wish while alive travel there back and forth with
A mind that is strong enough to be.
After life, life after death there are those that believe this belief
Is called faith after life that all leave.
Eye's open are closed odd is this to me, believing that you know
What you see.
Loving the sea the waves speak to me and each grain of sand is
A world where you're at peace.
Creation is somehow beautiful
See the beauty of Mother Earth
See the grace of shadows
Feel the warmth of the sun
See, see even the rainbow after the deluge
Of all the mysteries of creation
I prefer life's temporal nature
Life does start somewhere
Said to be in the womb, is it?
Life does end, somehow, exactly how, noone knows!
Books do philosophize about it
Religions have been set up
Even anti religions do try do explain
Science does keep poking its nose in
The ending result is still a total mystery
If God could make poetry
He would such on the abstractiveness of life
Why does life itself be?
Why does life start, if only to end?
Is life after death for real, if so, life before life should be so as well!
If God could make poetry
He would make us all melt
So lovely would be His words
So lovely that we would understand the whole world
This one and those lying further beyond
If God could make poetry
I would buy His book
Say, do you believe not his poetry is called the Holy Books
Be it the Bible or the Gita
Whatever be the belief, yet only a most Holy Book?
One does explain about the beginning of life
Another one does explain about the essence of the Lord
Another one yet does explain about the essence of life
While yet another one shows life's philosophy
Such books I believe are God's real poetry, such books are my philosophy!
a piece of the sky
has come falling down
His feet are just about
to touch the soiled ground
He left away
to come back someday
Jesus Lord of this world
A drop of mana bread
from heaven
rain down on us for we were favished
lost in this world afraid
and hungry Jesus reign
down on our hearts
He left the way
to come back someday
Jesus Lord of this world
He left the way to abolish death sting
He freed us from the damage of sin
to be revived, renewed, rebirth we made whole
to live life after death nothing more
He left away to come back someday
Jesus Lord of this world Hallelujah- Amen
Written words & arranged music by James Edward Lee Sr ©2021
(A high school poem from just before the Corona-apocalypse)
In this beautiful place of worship the pews are padded but uncomfortable and the large sanctuary is cold.
There's a huge glass dome and I can see the stars. Are the stars our fiery heaven??
No, I don't think the stars care about us - they don't burn with affection or passion. And if the stars weren't there we could live with an empty sky.
The Greeks would call our star, the Sun, to perform their acts of God. I imagine most of their prayers went unanswered - not unlike our own??
If Jesus, the son of God, and that whole story were the deepest reality then why hasn't Jesus returned??
imagining heaven's father and son dialog
God: "Ok, Jesus, time to go back.."
Jesus: "Go back... go back?? Daaaaad... Did you see what they did to me???.. nailed me to a cross; screw them there's no way I'm going back. Why don’t you try going back as an ordinary man - maybe they’ll set you on fire.”
These 20 millennium old bible stories aren't exactly Euclid's logical system. I mean, the various Bible books aren't even consistent. Are these really, I mean really our beliefs? Or are they just kind of traditions and good rules to live by?
My parents - unlikely pilgrims of the intoxicating poetry of belief - face front and appear to be listening... in all other things they're so skeptical - it's a puzzle.
If Jesus did come back, wouldn't he practically be a caveman surrounded by bewildering technology?
I'm sorry, There's something too rich in creation for these rehearsed responses and fairy-tale fragments from a primitive world to be the answer.
Now I'm not saying there is no God or no life after death.. I.. just.. hopeless shrug
So, anyway - I go through the motions, I chant the litanies with the enthusiasm of obedience; just storing up my spiritual loot and hiding my questioning, heathen heart.
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A song for this:
decide to be happy by MisterWives
half-a-face enclos’d in disharmony,
an anti-bliss b’low with blister’d stains.
breaths like steam, seal soak’d
in leather, adorn’d in porcelain.
a face his mother disdain’d.
his image as if twins, one perfect
the other dark soul’d, to the devil yet.
but Christine, lifting fear from her countenance,
braves to brace both palms against his cheeks.
they feel so warm, tender, soft.
they release true love at last.
not the romantic kind
but kindness, a shock
that restarts his heart.
a black rose falls
for a second time,
not in jealousy,
not in bitterness,
not wearing hatred.
the black rose falls onto new snow.
a monster becomes a man.
his heart feels the dagger,
kills his doppelgänger.
he lets her go.
she returns his ring.
he lets her go again.
tears and shatter’d glass
release him once again into the cruel world.
we don’t know where he hides
but a black rose adorn’d
with a wedding ring
appears at her gravestone.
his undying love let her live her life.
he paid homage in the shadows
and perhaps in life after death
he would find one friend.
his opera of romance and terror
ended the night of the swinging chandelier,
the stoking of the flames of hell, where’d
the devil’s horns and tail paid him homage.
recovery of rebirth —
the phantom stirs the lake
in his solitary boat,
no longer afraid of his reflection,
perfection was encased in palms
and lips so pure
and God Himself kissed his forehead.
Welcome son.
3/1/2021
Has your name been spoken behind walls you have never stepped
Has your life has been punished for promises that were never kept
Will the truth be documented with recordings made
Will you seek revenge, for debts that were never paid
If our time here is short, then how should we live and behave
If our actions are watched, can we still take secrets to the grave
If no questions are asked then how can answers be sought
Does our savior see all and know every thought
How can some see and still not believe
Can there be any truth from those who deceive
Did God rest on the seventh, or could there have been an eighth
Can you have complete trust without having any faith
Do you believe in God or a guarded pearly gate
Is there life after death, what could possibly be our fate
What exactly do we miss every time that we blink
Now please take a moment, look around and think
Life is a free zone
Free yourself and live,
Life is long,
But short,
All that Cretans are not gold,
And life is never a paradise of rose's,
Rose's are not meant for cowards,
That make's reality a fact,
Nor! The unknown a fact to reality,
Life is a free zone,
Too much illusion in the world,
But who is to blame?
When truth is so bitter to the soul,
Too many lips full of lies,
Oh! That 's what we love they say,
Ignoring the right way,
Always keep searching,
For an easy way,
What a world"
Life is a free zone,
If birth is the beginning of human
Existence,
Death define the end,
What could be after life?
No one sims to know,
Yet everyone believe's,
In a life after death,
Life is a free zone,
If reincarnation is a true mystery,
That makes legacy,
A life after death,
What you do,
While you still living,
Live after you gone 6feet,
Believe in yourself,
Be you,
Do you,
Cos!
Life is a free zone.
you'd beckoned my thoughts again
through sudden whispers
i've declined to respond morbidly
catering to the quaint findings
of life after death a quiet calm
arose over shattered fixings
wildly i'd mastered the gory details
hindering my every whim
childishly i catered to his robe
nestled beneath wrath carny
and the mild mannered masterpieces
torn between terror and sheer neediness
while captured beyond graveness
the sullen memory of where time resided
my inner self crawled eagerly i suppose
as my body bargained with my soul
a meaningful gesture giving my heart
infamous nudges arousing tattered bliss
mere ashes to be smeared throughout
the galaxy of fairness and the norm
The Unknown
There's life after death or so they say.
Have you ever heard the dead speak?
They are looking down on you!
Really how do you know?
Is it that somehow you've visited them.
Or is it that they have visited you.
Was it in a dream, a vision
At night? Use wisdom
Selling unrealistic dreams
Like children believing in fairy tales
The thing about the unknown is..
NO ONE KNOWS.....
Tell me it's ok, it's gonna be alright
Let me grieve, fuss be angry and fight.
The reality is we'll never truly let go
But do we have to? Let me know!
Loved ones will always be there
In every thought, every accomplishment ever whisper of the air.