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Born with a complex like a tormented fugitive in a constant flight from a life of acceptance, his Life is filled with questions and complexities. There is no room
for blame. In a secret place, he was crafted skillfully; non are the same.*
Stored away in my garage are many items of relative values. Some have little
to no value and are pleading for me to tossed them. Others are just put in containers relative to their size and shape. Some totes contain various items
with distinct labels of identity. Some are boxed; some are in totes; some are very clearly 'marked'. Fragile people are Like boxes of beautiful jars and
choice pottery. Such ones must be cushioned and shielded, with postings, signs, and markings, less they be broken in a thousand pieces. There is a
Divine Mandate requiring us to be sensitive and protective of them. To do less is to be a lesser human. Always present is that inability to stand
up to conflict and withstand insensitive people. He cries easily and hurts badly. He requires special touches of love and human kindness. The 'marked
ones' are so designated, not because he is more important; but rather, because he is so very fragile, and must be handled with care. The one who
would dare to bully or mistreat him will himself be uncovered and revealed as one with much disfunction and sickness. No elasticity; No bouncing ability; No
flexibility; as if crafted in a sea of glass. He is entrenched with fragility. Finished and matured glass is highly useful, but is very vulnerable and easily
cracked and broken. Some of us are strong and solid like a rock. Some of us are weak and vulnerable like sheets of glass. We all are made in God's image
and likeness. You and I have an intrinsic worth of high and equal value. May we be as HE who notices every falling bird**, and embraces us as HIS friends.
10132017 PS Contest, Fragility, Hamilton,5P *Psalm 139:15, **Matthew 10:39
Everybody has a point of view to express…that’s one of the joys of being free.
But what happens in a country when two sides completely disagree?
We end up fighting a war of words with both sides jockeying for position.
We end up far from a united country but a country in transition.
One side thinks our president is wonderful…they are his loyal devotees.
The other side…well let’s just say the other side…wholeheartedly disagrees.
One side would like to see some gun control…any measure however small.
The other side says if you take one of our guns then you might take them all.
One side says we need to do away with abortions…in all life we must rejoice.
The other side says this a heart-wrenching decision and should be the woman’s choice.
One side thinks their God is the only God…no matter where on Earth you wander.
The other side thinks that in this world there are many Gods to ponder.
One side holds up the teachings of their God as a reason to discriminate.
The other side thinks all people are equal in a world any God would create.
One side says there is no global warming and scientific arguments they doubt.
The other side says we need to listen to the scientists…that our time is running out.
One side says the Earth is just another resource…we are only like bees taking honey from the hive
The other side says we can’t mistreat the Earth…she is the reason we’re alive!
One side says we have an immigrant problem…it frustrates…it enrages
They say we need to be tougher…they have no problem putting people in cages.
The other side agrees we have a problem…but says our principles have gone astray
We need to find a better solution…we cannot treat people this way.
When we have two sides so diametrically opposed…then no solution can arise
when they cannot find a middle ground…they can see no compromise…
We end up with each side thinking they are right…while the other side disagrees.
One side believes they are fighting a civil war…the other…a war for civility.
We all know where we stand on these issues…on which side we belong…
I guess history will ultimately show us…
who is right…
and who is wrong.
One thing I might remind each side…whatever your point of view…
Our children are not only watching but learning from what we do
In the book of Matthew for everyone to see
It asks a very clear question, Where Is He?
Who are they talking about? Who could they possibly mean.
I believe they're referring to Jesus Christ, the new born king
There were three men from far away kingdoms
known as The Magi
They had come to acknowledge The Son of Man
thus fulfilling the prophecy
Guided by a bright star
on the eastern horizon
They travelled far to see the One that God
said keep their eyes on
Born in a manger to the carpenter Joseph and the Virgin Mary
He was the Holy Spirit in the flesh, God's prodigy
Laying in a bed of hay
He was sent to show us The Way
We've forgotten what the day Christmas truly represents
It's not about gadgets, new clothes nor expensive presents
It's not about I-pods, plasma TVs or the new X-box toy
It's the day to celebrate the birth of our Savior the Deliverer of our Joy
We can't seem to remember that Jesus was sent as a gift from God above
To deliver us and redeem us with the sacrifice of His blood
That was on the crown and the cross for all the people to see
But the one unanswered question remains
Where Is He?
The Jews betrayed Him, the Romans flayed Him
they kicked Him to the curb
They could not discern that He was God in the flesh
and His flesh was the Word
They tried to corrupt Him, then interrupt Him
when all He wanted was to show them God's Kind
But the passion in Him had subsided because of their closed minds
Where Is He, the one we now need the most?
Where Is He, that manifestation of the Holy Ghost?
Well He's not at Macy's, He's not at Target and
you can't reach Him on the latest I phone
Would you even greet Him or mistreat Him as
the heir to the heavenly throne?
If you were to see Him, could you even perceive Him
as being the most important gift
that Father God had sent to us,
so that our hope and spirits would lift?
Where Is He?, God's only begotten Son,
the child in the manger, the new born king, the Anointed One?
Many now believe Him, many now receive Him
that miracle maker from so long ago
Our Messiah, Our Salvation the One we all should know
Where is He?
I live by the ocean,I walk in it's foam filled waves.
I breathe in its flavor each day.
I've been here so long, I can now hear its song
and I could never stray too far away.
So I head for the waves and the answers they hold.
I've been doing this since... I was a young boy...about 5 years old
I sit and I watch,I listen and wait,for to me,my story is told.
My dream of that place far away.
The ocean it seems
has become part of me.
I'm near it, in all of my dreams.
Wherever I rest..or how I invest,
its sounds lets me know what it means.
I've searched many shores,from the grasses and dunes,
to the inlets and up every bay.
But my ocean it seems, the one in my dreams
may just have been stolen today.
I'm left staggered with doubt,all but screamed out,
and struggling to bypass each day.
Though my heart- may beat true,for the one- I once knew.
"Would you use me then push me away?"
I will reposses my ocean,I will walk along my shores,
I still hear it's music playing,inside my bodys core.
You have stole my wounded heart and hyptnotized my mind.
Right up to the brink of failure and the aftermath behind.
I'm looking for my ocean,I know it sat right here.
I'm searching for my ocean,Does anybody care?
This ocean that I own...it's mine and mine alone..
I will not lend it or leave it...
or ever mistreat it...
and to it I am married for life.
RJM 2013
A pure-hearted soul, a floating shining spirit,
The honest power to make someone clearest,
A natured life, where all suffer and feel,
But yet, the strongest must have no fear,
The passion the connects us all might disappear,
But only the trust would last longer to bear,
Criticize, criticize, without any shame,
It's you that one who'd take the blame,
Upon the fallen angels of devotion,
Go and regain yourself some emotion,
A human whose manners are misunderstood,
What we do is what shall we could,
The looks where we misjudge the closest,
No matter how far, no matter near,
This is unfairly the pain we bear,
The heart of the faith and hope will reveal,
Upon the disheartened ones should never be mere,
Inner beauty can't be seen,
But the glowing of a fair hero shall be clear,
Clear and pure enough to thee,
To shut the misbehave to ease,
The better person shall upheave,
Is the one who suffered all the calamity,
Regret of the mistreat will be seen,
For the future's sake, all peace, just wait,
Loyalty to love is so tender,
Which tender is so keen,
But can be broke, betrayal is the thief,
But only the traitor will culminate,
His dark deeds would engulf him,
That's the punish, ending covers,
All those people shall be diminished,
Just see and wait, and bear the thee,
Sibyl will come to bless all the hurt ones,
The pure ones who have sharp patience,
As sharp as a knife, that is the thrive,
You can have it, it's what you contain,
A piercing tiger heart is what you sustain,
Go equalize and dilate,
Go and run toward the gate,
The gate of dreams, achieve the hope,
Go floating like a tiger without a rope,
Just high-five the sky,
Come on and give it a smile,
From your pure heart that should be,
Pure, pure as a white blaze,
Awaiting the awakening of the wind,
So just be it, a white blaze,
With a pure heart, no need to rephrase,
Also keep on dreaming, and be sharp,
Like a tiger how you should be,
That a human, like how you are,
A white tiger is what you are.
Whereas if it is meant to be
Can we see God's Holy face
is it in his pleasantry die
It reaches far from beyond
mileage bigger than the sun
And how do we know the righteousness
Of his grace
And will we ever see His fourth in his face
Am I to be reckoned with
Up to no despair does God love me
Does He even care
He gave His gift to us
No one on this Earth
Loves and such as God He smiles on
On those, the children both stay in and save
The Saints and the Sinners all reluctantly play
They forget where they came from
They look up into the sky
And ask the questions why
Rebuttal refers to refused own delusion,
Confusion
What is it that they are in the light
The case is also seen in the dark; there's a brightness
There's a flame that's burning in the bush in the rain
God smile. Did I make a game of you buy any of them home
I sent unto you God smile
Rain down on you beloved, beloved
You are loved
And your dirt and your sin you ate always forgiven
But don't, don't hesitate
Don't let it be too late relegated see beloved He loves you
So He has a smile bigger significant the ocean
Got smile and want to come to Visions the revelations of the Lord
a man in Jesus Christ you cannot tell
Whether it be in body Spirit call God rain
God in man was man
Jesus smile, and how do I relish the idea think He would make a man die for me
Does God smile when I take a life
Does God smile when I mistreat my wife
Does God smile when I see the impoverished in pain
does not smile when I leave the elderly distraught in the rain?
Does God smile when I have a dollar, and I don't give it to the panhandler on the corner.
Does God smile when I abruptly misuse my brother and sister
for my devices?
Does God smile when I am evil because God smiles
when I am dismayed, and I played with the emotions of those its trade
Does God smile? Who knows the answer
You know the right solution
I won't be in the light of God from day
on the side the good side, when God smiles
You are in Him again, and Amen
6/8/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.2022©
This is a poem.
It's not abstract.
So if you just sit back and listen,
you'll understand
I'm going to say this poem twice,
so listen with your heart the first time
but listen with your heart again
Say good morning when someone says good morning to you
Speak when spoken to
Look a person in the eye and be confident even if you're not
and be willing to learn what you know not
Don't be so quick to speak out loud
and then cover your mouth in shame
once you realize what just came out
It's too late - so think before you shout
Be accountable for your actions
Your character is defined by what you do when people aren't looking
because when they are
They see in your behavior all the doings of the heart
So be honest with yourself and do the right thing...it's not hard
Learn!
Use life's resources
I know what it's like to be in dark places
going through trials - unhappy child
But learning and reading and growing is all relative to your future
So escape in a poem or good book
and don't let the enemy defeat you
Stay in touch with positive members of your family ties
Record yourself saying wonderful things about your life
Recite them daily...then write
Be the first to offer respect
Stay calm
give others a chance to talk
Be humble, but never nobody's fool
Don't allow others to mistreat you
Stand up for your rights and have a voice,
but do it with dignity and be tactful.
And girls...
Go ahead..wear your skinny jeans and your bangles
but accept other for their style, their view
see things from their angle
And fellas...
Pull those pants up..tuck those shirts in
and stop trying to be gangsta
If I can see your underwear thats unacceptable behavior
and it's not okay
It's embarrasing to the struggle and it's a disgrace
It's time to move past the stereotypes of race
I know you got alot to face
but once you learn what your ancestors did to get you to this place,
It will seem like a walk in the park
and you'll be proud to have helped the case
Young people I tell you
if you follow these rules
You can change the world
and become a generation renewed
I wish you would
now I'm not trying to brag
nor be conceded or oever confidant
but all I know is that the Lords on my side
and within Him I can handle it
AND THAT HE'LL LET NOT NOTHING HAPPEN TO ONE OF HIS OWN (CHILD)
I WISH YOU WOULD
COME OVER AND START SOMETIN
I WISH YOU WOULD
PROMOTE YOUR HATE
I WISH YOU WOULD
COME AND TRY TO MISTREAT ME
THIS I WOULD... I WISH YOU WOULD
married man to their wife
I wish you would place your hand on me, unworthy come on try to hit me
I wish you would take what's yours and God's go head and try rob me of my virtue
Sisters to their sister/brother
I wish you would promote a jealousy what you see in not of you nor me
only if you promote this, sister lets move on beyond this it's not worth losing your(our) souls
AND THAT HE'LL LET NOT NOTHING HAPPEN TO ONE OF HIS OWN (CHILD)
I WISH YOU WOULD
COME OVER AND START SOMETIN
I WISH YOU WOULD
PROMOTE YOUR HATE
I WISH YOU WOULD
COME AND TRY TO MISTREAT ME
THIS I WOULD... I WISH YOU WOULD
Self (you alone or I)
I come be you, you are me and I are you
so much shame and hurt and doubt
It's a wonder I gotta come clean Lord, God help me to figure this out
My children...(the parents complain
My children the phrase you git on my nerves I guess you haven't heard
I'll now speak it birth it with my mouth there'll be peace in my house
and the sickness I wish you would
I have shield and by Christ stripes I'm healed
Nana na na na na ya can't touch me now
I wish you would, I wish you would
take my land use your body strike me with your hand
I wish you would cuss at me rob me disown me
I wish you would keep me from serving my God to thee
I wish you would say I'm blameless I must confess that we're all sinners just saved by grace
AND THAT HE'LL LET NOT NOTHING HAPPEN TO ONE OF HIS OWN (CHILD)
I WISH YOU WOULD
COME OVER AND START SOMETIN
I WISH YOU WOULD
PROMOTE YOUR HATE
I WISH YOU WOULD
COME AND TRY TO MISTREAT ME
THIS I WOULD... I WISH YOU WOULD
03/27/07
written by James Edward Lee Sr.
Everyday she goes to school and everyone just doesn't like Her.
She tries and tries to be so cool but to you she's just a number.
Her life is harder than it looks, but you think different because of how she looks, which is apparently better.
Every night after school she goes up to Her room and asks herself.. is my life going to get any better? And every morning through early evening she gets the answer. School is not going to get better because she found out by this one person, that no one EVER liked Her.
Her Mother says the same, yet Her anger perpetrates differently. No one believes the useless daughter. No one could possibly believe someone so innocent, so young... Only that's what everyone doesn't listen to. This girl's life compared to you is so different and not the same, not any better but you still hurt Her the same.. even if you knew.
She thinks that if Her absence in this world would be better, any different? So she tried to hang Herself above Her closet. Only it worked. Her Mother found Her unconscious, she tried to revive Her but that hadn't worked.. Once to the nearest hospital it was five hours later.. and the Doctor came out with the news and said..
"Someone so young and so innocent was in your hands as she had left, yet you couldn't see what was happening because she was quiet. You have a daughter that you didn't want and now she's gone and is not ever coming back. How could you of NEVER loved Her?"
The Mother was shocked, she couldn't believe it. She didn't realize it was this so complicated. Her daughter, Her soul, left. Now her Mother had no one else to deal with.
-Alley
Watch every move of your children, don't leave them, don't watch them grow up without a Father or a Mother. Do everything in YOUR POWER to never mistreat your children, you wouldn't want to see them get hurt either. Watch their every move when in and out of school usually the children being bullied won't tell the parents. They'll keep it secret because it does hurt. Please take precautions.
UNFINISHED
These streets mistreat
one hundred degrees in the heat
rode past said a prayer
lying on the pavement
was the new wretched
of the earth, so caste down
nothing left but death.
All them with nowhere to be.
Not allowed at bus-stops
or on park bench.
Emergency room huh no care zone
not even Obama care.
No walking on pavement
while impoverished.
no urgent pooping or walking
on grass. No soliciting tissue
to wipe their derriere – No water
no roof- no soil...
100 degrees on the cement.
Most alone -Few with someone
Lying on bare ground –
Mate stretched out
on her back-
She in an odious state
White woman, with black man
He tenderly rubbing her like a favorite pet.
Let’s not speak of the stench, that foul air that attacks
nostrils and eyes. Not even soap.
Could quell the smell.
People cross to the other-side.
dare not bear witness to the offensive odors.
No air, nor breeze gives relief, not one clean breath or inhalation,
Hot pavement and stale air make you heave on these
Streets.
Mistreatment of those detested, barely they breathe.
as they reached their safe haven, in front of that building.
A shelter that’s reached capacity, no entrance.
God forbidden streets, continue to mistreat, no loitering.
Passer byes making the sign of the cross, as they cross the street.
Uttering “but for the grace of God there go I”
Seems like Mockery and blaspheme.
Do those outstretched not also deserve God’s grace?
The righteous strut past hurriedly,
without concern of Karma.
Feeling better than the least of them.
Wonder why their being punished.
Mental illness, grandchildren
abandoned to the system.
War veterans, Prison release,
Outlived their children.
Bloated Bellies eat…
Fancy scraps from high places –
nowhere to alleviate.
Good deeds written off on restaurant tax forms…
but can’t use their facilities.
Devour and swallow without tasting,
Chewing without teeth.
The righteous strut past hurriedly, without concern of
Karma.