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Premium Member THE BIG OF ME IS HIM-

The big of me is inside Him, Jupiter
Raging sun fiery form phoenix blaze burn
Jupiter
Raptures embraces out of time
Stands amongst and over man
Never to be accomplished nor battled

The big of me is HIM

The big of me in side her is, me
Jupiter
A mass a seed planter emplacing
Covering herself as she receives me
Bearing fruits of the grand Loaner

The big of me is HIM

The big of me inside of me is Elohim
I am inside Him, Him in me
Jupiter
Raptures embraces out of time
Stands amongst and over man
Every one woman, boy, girl
Never to be accomplished nor battled not of this world

The big of me is HIM

I whom the big of me inside of me is

11/28/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2024©


The Best Thing I Ever Gave You Was Jesus

The fall of man
Can be heard outside my window.
Miles away, 
Broken bones
Fractured smiles
Life’s a tidal wave with many trials.

Desolate islands dwell within
Until you allow Jesus to enter in.

Parasites,
Plagued you for quite sometime
Dulling your radiant, God given shine.

My loaner love,
The sun has set,
But, I know 
I won’t have to live in regret.

The day Jesus touched you
I saw with my own two eyes
for a moment, in time ,you were truly alive.
Your heart it thrived
You felt no need to strive.
Over flowing with desire
Dreaming about a better tomorrow.
Your touch became flesh
While History lingered in the air
I danced with an angel delightfully rare.

But, 

Suddenly, you turned away
The devils lie came back for its prey
The fight,
The battle,
It wore you out
You forgot what life was all about
And now you rest
In heavens arms
Safe and Whole
The Torment is gone.
For the very first time
The voids have been erased
Now you see God 
face to face.


By: Sabina Nicole
Dedicated: Louis James
The heart of an angel
I love you....I know I will see you again
Form: Verse

Premium Member Eleanors Eyesight

Eleanor cannot see
Her eyesight is ridiculous
She has had all kinds of operations
But she is eighty-two, her eyes have given up.

A corrupt eye doctor writes her an excuse.
She takes it to the drivers’ license bureau.
She does not have to take their mandatory eye test.
Mandatory folks, MANdatory!

Eleanor has run into parked cars, trees, boats, and a river.
Last week she backed into an enormous concrete post.
The entire parking garage shook, she thought it was coming down.
Anyway, it certainly shook hard, she told me.

This morning she took her car to an auto repair shop.
Great news, she told me on the phone.
They gave me a loaner car.
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Genocide

The humans talk about humanity
But the word is full of insanity
We care if a dog losses it's leg
We Ignore if a baby is dead

Yes, we are humans knowing the bullet pressure
Still we don't care if there are bodies more than people in Manchester

We name the victim criminals
And the players are the healers
We think cut and trees is a bad thing
Killing to 20000 people is fitting

I have no idea how you get the logic
Going your mind set it's just tragic
People more than place to worry their body
I wish that hollow cost would have killed all of you. Dirty!

The game you play title genocide
Kill crime so big as infanticide
Playing with victim card on their side
Don't show signs of a human guide

You are doing an outright massacre
Are the open out attacker
You collect sympathy for your idea of a filthy hijacker

You think you can win with Trump cards and check pieces sided
If I tell you the game is made by the creator and win is decided

You can't play something Allah owns
A pieces which are supposed to be torn
Your destiny is already decided
You can not change or hide it

So stop showing that you are the owner
You are simply the uninvited loaner
Be a two faced person as much as you can
But remember human beings are not stone heart fans.
Form: Rhyme

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