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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.
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
and the stars rain on you
like snow.... let intuition rule the day
and wonder allwhatabout you don't know...
for tomorrow is still on borrowed
time today, and today's really just the
same anyway... back to the under - toe:
ime calling unto you
cause i dont know what to do
the sand giving way
underfoot
towing me away
to where angels often put
sagebrush candles
drywash weathered vanes
rusted simple somethings that mean
just the same
as the feeling I get
when calling yr name....
under big sky country, the sun is On...it hunts me,
but when birds go back to nest, when seabreeze in from the coast
doth grace yr bodystyle most, blowing with blue coolness
out here in this burnt obscure desert roast,
the wait before weather comes
and goes is all to know
in between the frontal fronts
and loaner lows...
the under - toes
& lunar nose...
pops a pose,
then goes...
If Love Liberates
I seek high and I seek low for inspiration,wanting this life to be amazing and dreams that come true with no limitation.
I feel free when in love and free just hanging out with you in the park, but why then only when we say goodnight my happiness
subsides and I am left to wonder why while laying alone in the dark.
It's so true the best dreams do happen while I am awake, so why do we flee from a dream when realizing what's at stake.
I've known the loneliness of a loaner and the pain that grows wild within, love and my dreams went together all along and waited on me
not to flee but to begin.
If love liberates then let me own it with whatever little is left of me, because I need with the deepest inner most thought's of my being to finally be loved free.
W... Truth
If Love Liberates
I seek high and I seek low for inspiration,wanting this life to be amazing and dreams that come true with no limitation.
I feel free when in love and free just hanging out with you in the park, but why then only when we say goodnight my happiness
subsides and I am left to wonder why while laying alone in the dark.
It's so true the best dreams do happen while I am awake, so why do we flee from a dream when realizing what's at stake.
I've known the loneliness of a loaner and the pain that grows wild within, love and my dreams went together all along and waited on me to begin.
If love liberates then let me own it with whatever little is left of me, because I need with the deepest inner most thought's of my being to finally be loved free.
W
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©
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.
Little lost weenie ---
Shivering in the fog
Skimpy coat, bulging bones
Strayed too far from her home
I don't keep --ggie food
(Ain't no spoiled picky prude!)
(I'll settle for a smidge)
Well, let's look in the fridge...
Scarf down six sweet pickles?
(The starvin' ain't fickle!)
Box of Raisin Bran gone
You won't be here at dawn...
Good LORD you gettin' fat
As a lazy house-cat!
Gotta' find your real owner
So you're just a loaner...
Many months pass...Alas!
You're a pain in the ass!
Damn! I grumble and grouch
You have chewed up my couch!
Don't you jump on my lap!
Swear to GOD I will slap
Just a snooze now, ya' hear?
While I sip a cold beer...
TOY TRAIN
I recall delighting in it
When I was five-and-a-bit
A toy train - very nice.
Engine, to be precise
Green, shining, new
Dream come true;
Biggest best train I ever had
I lost it soon afterwards - bad.
Was it mine or maybe a loaner, say?
A prop from the school play?
Must have been a loaner
But I looked high and low for its owner
Weeks, months passsed
Nowhere to be found, alas
Maybe it was just a dream train
The stuff of castles-in-Spain,
Unfulfilled toy-dreams -
And like all childhood eye-gleams
No matter how enraptured
Dreams can never be recaptured