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IT
It is what it is, what is it
What it is, is what it is
It is who
Who it is
Created for worship
Is a place called ?
Where is it
Green grass somber lights lit blue haze of hues
Dominate radiance chance heavenly views
It is what it is, what is it
What it is, is what it is
It is who
Who it is
IT
Golden streets lit by His awesomeness
Mansions white golden rooms occupied for only the chosen
IT
Accomplished this
IT
I marvel It
I pray for this
Instantly as I marvel IT
I spy I'm in heaven
11/25/17
For Contest: IT
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As my presents is in IT
As I rise with open arms and eyes
beautiful winged angels
The scene is present
One day joy herein will not be found
Your sound mind will become unsound
Your friends will no longer be around
Your body weak will long for the ground
One day the beauty you admire will fade
And the ugliness you dislike will pervade
Your rich mansions the poor will invade
Your glowing skin will be for the mortician's pomade
One day the eyes that long to see shall close
The hands that long to acquire will lose
The legs that long to walk will repose
The body that is always fresh will decompose
One day my name will be added the title "late"
The life I enjoy will push me out of its gate
My powerful self will helplessly lie in state
My powerful name will be on the cemetery's slate
One day from my position I will be put away
Another in that position would be meant to stay
As mighty as I am I will laid in the dirtiest clay
As handsome as I am I will be made to decay
One day even my grave will be wiped out
For time carries no one about
On my grave grasses and weeds will sprout
On it birds and animals will gather to shout
( posted only today Jul 21, 2026)
Merry spells, fairy tales
—
I went down good old memory lane
Down neverland, land of fairy folk
To times of less stress and strain
Now don't laugh it off as a joke
Come with me and recall
The fairy folks secret hall
Twas' behind an illusory mirage,
next to the goblin's old garage,
below, to the deep fairy's forest,
where you be an ogre's guest.
— Walk to the hut of a gnome,
where wicked witches roam,
or where trolls have made their home,
around the toothfairy's dome.
And turn left, then, to where
— the wily wizard stayed;
about the corner there,
— where playful pixies played;
and then to the right,
— where frowning brownies dwelled
in lil' mushroom mansions,
— where spells they spelled.
And if time you have to
— actually spy and eavesdrop,
place that ear against the keyhole
— of the elve's lil' shop.
Hear their enchanting chants,
as they sell their magic wands,
and tell tall tales about short pixies,
or of leprechauns in their sixties.
Then you'll come across a genie's cave,
where, when you see a sprite, just wave.
And lastly, move on to where live the impy imps,
and these really might've descended from chimps.
Then, to shrink toadstool size, don't bow —
first ask a genie just to show you how.
You've reached crescent fairy's fairyforest now —
An imaginary, legendary destination — wow!
Two sons of God, who equal were stood on their plots of ground
in Heaven’s splendid landscape waiting their turn to go down.
Both men had sketched a million times the mansion they had planned
to build there by their faith and works once placed on earth to stand,
and face the trials and tests that God for them had there prepared,
but once there differences evolved in for what things they cared.
For even though one kept his eyes fixed on his home above.
The other looked out at the world, and what he saw he loved.
For many riches it did hold with splendid mansions there.
Then whisper came from darkness tempting - “This just isn’t fair”.
“Why should you have to wait so long to have all that you please”.
“Right now a mansion you can have just simply follow me”.
And so he built upon this earth what should have been on high,
and all the while, the other man the narrow path did try
to follow, taking close to heart the counsel of the Lord -
selling what he had of worth and sharing with the poor.
And so it went, each man lived on until that fateful day
when both were called back to behold what on their plot did lay.
The man who had forsaken all in gratitude did see,
a mansion built beyond compare his for eternity.
The other man did gaze out in despair at what he found -
for all that lay before him was an empty plot of ground.
Then God spoke out with sorrow to this man as he explained,
“No mansion can I give you else my word would be in vain”
Two sons of God once stood in Heaven, both with equal chance.
Two sons of God each lived a life, and dealt with circumstance.
Two sons of God who now are symbols, held for all to view.
Two sons of God who stand for all… which son of God are you?
The Map
On the table... there is a folded paper.
When carefully opened and displayed,
it shows places to go and to be...
Why would anyone want to go?
Because we are unhappy where we are.
Why are we lost?
Because no one has made clear the path to take.
It is right before us in plain speak,
yet we refuse to consider the possibilities
of miracles.
There are homeless now... in the city,
so many you can barely see the streets.
There are displaced people from all over...
embraced by force into our lives.
Rights are vague and misunderstood,
or challenged and then disregarded.
Meteors hit the earth, deep in the north.
The sound travels all over the world,
even if it can not be heard by humans,
it is known by all others living.
The animals, and the beasts they fearfully laugh.
The moon changes and the face makes faces...
but few see the need to question
the reality of our solar system.
They covet the small successes some have made,
in the name of all,
but the truth is they loved only themselves,
and now the rest will pay...
the price, more than known until the end.
War...
Death to the innocent,
while the elite are held aloof...
safe in their mighty mansions.
The judgment of the times
distorted by fake and misleading events
dressed in red.
Tick, tick, tick... tock,
the clock is running.
Every day is a gift,
and every action important,
even if disqualified by the masses.
Look to, the paper on the table.
North, South, East, and West...
God is coming.
The writing in the margins,
speaks of angels descending and ascending.
The reality of today,
a fourth-dimension of tomorrow.
Tell someone,
and embrace the very air you breathe,
thankful for your next breath.
Seek to cultivate
a deeper sense
of spiritual connection
and oneness with the divine
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Reflections
Take time to reflect on
Your own experiences
of spiritual connection and divine love
Hallelujah
Cultivate a deeper sense of inner transformation Righteousness, recognizing that this is our true nature
His energy His light, His spirit in us
We're one
Envision and embody our highest potential, shining with glory and righteousness.
Seeking to walk in faith, trust, and surrender, knowing that you are never alone and that the divine is always guiding and supporting us
Scriptural reinforcement
- Psalm 23:6: "Surely your goodness and love will follow me all the days of my life, and I will dwell in the house of the Lord forever."
- Romans 8:14-16: "For those who are led by the Spirit of God are the children of God. The Spirit himself testifies with our spirit that we are God’s children. Now if we are children, then we are heirs—heirs of God and co-heirs with Christ, if indeed we share in his sufferings in order that we may also share in his glory."
- Revelation 21:4: "‘He will wipe every tear from their eyes. There will be no more death’ or mourning or crying or pain, for the old order of things has passed away.”
PAGEANTY
I stand before the golden wall
Eye statue tuned ear whispers calls
Adorning my Father's place
I witness His amazing grace
Lo! I stand naked barefooted
On golden stone
Us together He's pretty prepared me
Pageantry
Together hand in hand
Walking the promised land
I view the mansions of many rooms
A gallant visions of grandeur
He Embraces my heart
He's awe, ALL power agape love
His grace gives me faith
I am in Him, He's my abundance
My air, my soul I'm of His righteousness
Glory shown
Together we shine
You are mine, Together we shine
Gallantry We Are One In
Pageantry
3/29/25
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.2024
They built their homes of crystal praise,
Then sold us bricks of shame.
Each window gleamed with spotless haze,
While every neighbor took the blame.
The mayor preached of modest needs
From a throne of imported gold.
He watered plastic virtue seeds
And called the harvest brave and bold.
The gossip queen wore angel wings,
White feathers pinned with spite.
She blessed the town with wholesome things,
Then sharpened rumors every night.
The preacher cursed the gamblers' vice,
His sermon fierce and loud.
Yet counted silver twice and thrice
Behind a curtain, safe from crowd.
We watched them hurl their polished stones,
A sport the righteous love.
The glass sang back in cracking tones
Like judgment from above.
By dawn, their mansions sparkled less,
The fractures plain to see.
For every saint who plays at perfection
Leaves fingerprints on hypocrisy.
The Miss
I’ll miss you,
A Truth, I’ve always missed you.
An opening act, blurred by time and a feeble mind
Hugs, homework, and the happiest place on earth
I miss your true smile
Then, the split,
a beginning,
An arduous odyssey filled with glimpses and occasions
Apartments, husbands, and cars.
I miss your back tickles
Then he came.
A chance, Appointed queen of the mountain in her castle grand.
Farms, mansions, corn, wine, ski trips, restaurants, drugs, and more cars
I miss your freedom
Then it came
A sentence,
A growth, a blackness at an incurable stage
Hospitals, pills, tears, regrets, love, death
I miss how proud you were.
We can't stay here—nothing lives in this land of famine, where truth is scarce, and hearts are hollow.
Men are deceitful and corrupt, their lips like wasps that sting and poison.
There is none righteous—no, not even one.
We can't stay here, where man devours man and darkness covers the soul; a people so far from God that no goodness can be found.
We can't stay here—too much fighting, too much backbiting, too much deception, malice, and pride.
Honour has fallen in the streets, and men walk boldly in the way of death, playing with sin, calling it pleasure, until it steals their breath and deafens their ears to truth.
We can't stay here.
Arise—let us come to our senses.
Let us leave this place behind and go to the city.
Though we may live or die, we also might live; let us take the chance to go where it may be well with us.
Let us go to the gates where grace and favour dwell, and bow low to seek the mercy of God.
We can't stay here—no, we can't remain.
Let us cast off hatred, lay down strife, turn from faultfinding and every hidden sin.
This is not our home.
We can't stay here.
Let us go where the Lamb of God takes away the sins of the world.
Let us journey to that place where joy forever reigns.
We can't stay here.
We must take up the cross, for in its crimson flow there is cleansing, there is mercy, there is life made new.
We can't stay here.
Let us make things right, one with another, knowing our past cannot deny us the gift of grace and God's favour.
For God is calling—no matter where we’ve been, no matter what we’ve done.
He calls us to the foot of the cross, where Jesus gave His life for all.
We can't stay here.
If we choose to be faithful, we shall eat the good of the land—but we must move.
We can't stay here.
We are called to be faithful, to be obedient, to become servants of the Most High.
Soon, we shall dwell in mansions where our Master lives.
So arise—let us go and tell the story, to those who are perishing, to those who long for hope, to those who need salvation.
We can't stay here.
We do not belong here.
Let us go to the city whose builder and maker is God.
Lord, we will not stay here.
We surrender all.
We will not remain in this place.
We choose Your kingdom—our eternal home.
We can't stay here.
We will follow You, Jesus.
Heaven, hear me now,
and not a moment late.
Heaven hear this now;
it’s been so long a wait.
Heaven, on knees bow
i— soul caught up, afraid.
pain molesting. how
i so long for your gate;
ajar, receive now
me— oh, life does frustrate!
Heaven, please erase;
take away my complaints.
Heaven, please rephrase
distortions which life paints
Heaven, bestow grace;
for death filthily taints.
Heaven dear, i face
damnation— my soul faints.
Heaven, hear: my place
i’ll lose, due to constraints.
Remind— the promise made:
to take me where gleam
is; for He duly paid,
with His life— extreme…
that mansions gold be made,
peace, clear waters, stream…
He who told me to wade
‘gainst life’s waves. supreme
He is, who ransom paid.
all’s been but a dream?
Heaven’s citizens,
please, what is it you know?
Heaven, what happens?
does He see my sorrow?
Heaven, face dampens.
what will my tomorrow
hold? for pain deepens.
some peace may I borrow?
behold soul weakens.
each day, heart’s more hollow.
Maker of Heaven,
i have gone; inquired
what sees Your Heaven?
do You see? im tired
of pain— my brethren
are dying, are fired,
hurled at with sudden
assaults; we’re expired.
Dear God of Heaven,
help, we’re feeling mired
One who made ocean,
how could we with boldness
approach? in motion,
You set all this goodness.
we face confusion.
Lord, show us tenderness.
the “who, why” question,
i won’t bother— pointless.
how, when— please mention;
how, when ends the distress?
Heaven, hear me now,
though I have no right to
speak, citizens. How,
even addressing You,
Maker, please allow:
brighten a bit our view
bring an end to woe
once more with life imbue
Heaven, hear me now…
our lost souls save, renew.