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Having studied science as a subject I can say,
Water goes much the container way.
Dew drop-shape, tumbler-shape, pitcher-shape,
Well-shape, stream-shape, river-shape, ocean-shape…
The shape of water and heart of water may resemble,
I imagine water in a pure crystal shape assemble.
Transparency! You can find from it a fallen needle,
Trouble it and you can fish out moralities evil.
The shape depends on the thirst it can quench,
And as per the dignity of the matter float or drench…
Shape floods; shape droughts;
The shape makes many walk miles and loses heart…
The shape makes us smile, laugh and determines,
The shape of the earth, heaven, and the cosmos…
Shapes make masters like Jesus proclaim louder:
“If anyone gives even a cup of cold water…
That person will certainly not lose their reward…”
Just like a human heart shape can be soft or hard.
Discussions can go hotter till we finally utter:
Is shapelessness the real shape of water…?
Or going around and around and conclude:
Faith shaped, Hope shaped, Love shaped…
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If ‘you’ and ‘I’ are water fed
Water is, then, ‘we’ shaped.
22 June 2021
3/10/17
Across the entire galaxy
Areas with high to little amounts of gravity
Places torn asunder from catastrophes
And calamities
Causing widespread agony
Events occured slowly and rapidly
Lifeforms with similar and very different anatomies
Any of which may have experienced tragedy
Art of all kinds, occasionally on tapestry
Those with and without any moralities
Experienced or unfamilar with gadgetry
Before, during and after the first and last majesty
Still to this very day, much considered sacrilege and blasphemy
It's a travesty
Because there is more important things happening above and below canopies
Beside, on and nowhere near any balconies
People obsessed and putting out death threats over another's sexuality
Actions carried out callously
With brutality
On purpose or randomly
Showing no practicality
In all actuality
Movies and games of fantasy
But for now I'm talking reality
Staying in touch with my spirituality
While having a plan and strategy
A true man I'll be
Always there for my family
Regardless of if others relate or are not understanding me
Take care of yourself, and any cavity
Don't let it get worse and turn into atrophy
Relations hostile or having amity
Others battling insanity
Apathy
And/ or displaying vanity
Due to their own mentality
I'd like to become experienced with many different things including alchemy
This was intended to be more than a rhapsody
And written with voracity
By: Dalton Ogletree
It's sad to reminisce the memory of those
who have long left our world without a chance for goodbyes....
I was left behind for an unexplainable reason
to fulfill a task with a true purpose;
and still walking and breathing I go on,
gathering tiny fragments of stories never told by writers.
Sometimes I tell myself," Why was I continuously spared?"
" Why do I have to be the last one to leave?"
Those answers will be given to me when I'll grieve,
and close to death : I will hear them through the voice of the Lord.
And instead of receiving comfort, I will generously give it...
even to the enemy who once despised my honesty;
and coexisting with everyone, I will uphold my ethical code and go forth,
not cogitating the mystery of my unblemished identity.
Many before me have achieved this by resisting change,
not adapting to the new moralities dictated by society,
but the result was too tragic and gruesome for all to accept reality;
and as lepers with open wounds, they still indulged in pleasure,
hiding their disease with canning lies and eloquent flair....
I would cut off my own hands, rather than share the unclean thing!
And still walking and breathing, my arduous mission must be complete:
neither ridicule nor contemptible looks will make me put my rod away!
I'll stick to my convictions and move on to delight in another blessed day,
and as bewildered as they may be, I refuse to be compassionate...
they must understand the purpose of my birth,
identify those works and deeds that give me worth,
then the outcome wouldn't be short of a miracle;
and ebullient as they appear, I suspect they will tremble!
You may notice someone in power
Wealthy in either financial fortune
Or social freedom, or popularity
That makes you feel inferior to keen
Thereafter, you wonder the reason
Underlying all the distinction between
You and them, and effort for alteration
But for whatever reason, you fail to gain
Thereafter, you turn to loose hands
And show obedience by pretending
No jealous of others luck and setting in
And forcing yourself hypocritically
Obey and flirt them by forbidding your mind
Of being dignitaries and persistence in truths
To be in cavity alike pets and tools
Without selfness and auto dominance
The doings you act are biologically right
Aside from being morally wrong
As evolution says , the doctrines are urged:
The finner you adopted to the environment
The greater chance you win the competition
But where are the moralities then?
Come on! they are hiding in your soul
Wondering when you are going" to be"
Charitable person, otherwise, hooligan!
Then tell me, what's your confidence
As a human who is morally sound
While also biologically win?
I still stand
Have a chance
Mike in my hand
Lyrically band
Drums beating
Cymbals clashed
Titans passed
Powers situations
Bolts metaphorically hating
Pacing Blues
Sue pursue
Royalties with no moves
Jacking prices
To get a sail
Back down river bends and boats
Seattle with no coasts
Trailing door knobs without a turn
Skipped
Tripped Sun burn
Comcast
Infinity
Antennas remotely
Coated Symphony
Operatic Anomalies
Fake paced with properties
State faced moralities
Given sentence no warning
Exclamation interrogation
Periodically visitations
Paroled up
Handcuffs taken to another case
What stand
Back at it again
Chance
In the concrete jungle where the city's breath stirs,
Civilized man wanders, a ghost in artificial whispers,
Lost to the wild call of instinct’s embrace,
Trapped in a maze of steel, devoid of nature's grace.
His feet tread on cold and bare sidewalks,
A barren path, where instinct finds no shelter.
The urban sprawl, an artisanal sheath,
Separated from the earth, where shadows retreat.
Invisible chains forcefully bind his spirit,
Laws and moralities shaped in cold, sterile light,
By unseen hands scripting his every move,
A puppet dancing to rhythms he cannot choose.
Deep in the labyrinth of his mind,
Echoes of lost instincts he struggles to find.
Manufactured barriers rise, walls of conformity,
Suppressing the wild, the authentic instinct, true identity.
He floats in endless spaces, a daring new void,
A realm where facts and fiction ingeniously entwine.
Freedom and slavery, war and peace unite,
In this synthetic world, how do we define?
Twilight descends, the day's last gentle sigh,
Beneath the urban haze, stars still try to rise high.
Yet, their light obscured by false fluorescent suns,
Guiding paths away from nature's ancient runs.
Instincts whisper softly through the urban hum,
A quiet buzz beneath humanity's confined skin.
“Trust,” they murmur, “in the wild heart within,
Break free from chains, let the true instinct begin.”
For deep within man's genetic core,
Lies an unwavering compass pointing to nature’s door.
But the noise and bustle of the urban beast,
Drown the call to wilderness, to nature's feast.
Through the fog of neon, a glimmer seeks to find,
A way back to roots, to humankind's origin.
Where instincts run free, raw and unrefined,
Leading to truths beyond the city's constrictions.
A dance of shadows, whispers in the night,
The true instinct, the heart's forgotten light.
A journey back to instincts, to the soul’s truest form,
Through the urban storm, to the wild winds warm.
Rediscover the beast that lies within,
Tear down barriers, let the journey begin.
For in the silent call of deep forests,
The soul awakens from its synthetic sleep.
No longer lost in vast spaces,
Instinct guiding, reconnecting to the past.
In the heart of man, the wild spark gleams,
In the urban quiet, nature's whisper redeems.
Father In Heaven
Further searches our Father inspects us creator of all (US) our Father
Appropriate Father consulting free will giver of free souls our Father
Troubled souls evaluate comes to terms to Our Daddy God our Father
Higher moralities face in earth and in space Jesus Magistrate this world
Enlightened souls assess, address the openness of His truth our Father
Regular checkups reprimand many chance to be rebirth again our Father
Internal repress suffer; stop repent start over God love in earth and heaven
Nameless kindnesses aspire to take your souls higher above in heaven
Humble digs paced heaven our eternal home the believer rome in heaven
Emotional repress determine by our feelings spirit flung new home in heaven
Ambitious hopes intend Our heavenly Father of all and Abraham
Very souls flavor choices life or death, giver of ALL breathe in earth
Earlier moralities focus on forgiveness eternal life in heaven
Neurological consults preside choosing life over death eternal life in heaven
3/10/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2020©
o yes
let there be flowers garden on the land of
mosques, temples, pagodas, guruduras, churches....
yes, there I find same
sands, stones, bricks, walls, domes, prayer places....
and same human kinds, ethics, moralities in the scriptures for spending earthly life
but why for some different (irrational) beliefs
these same prayer or worshiping places will hold different names
and these same human kinds will be titled by different nations
??
so come, come together
let your mind be ubiquitous human
come to the grounds, make gardens and cultivate
universal human unity, humanity and love......
30.05.2020 Chattogram
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A comment from me on "Mosque, Temple" poem by Taslima Nasrin in
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I just know I would see that smile again
I just know I would hear that childish laughter again
Why, life on Earth is not the end of the road
Rather, it is a mere transiting station
One with an aim already foretold
Indeed, here one is meant to acquire more spiritual knowledge
So as to be prepared to take up duties in the world of the privileged
There, in the world known as the one other
There, in the world said to be the one purer
Here, one is already fated to leave
Of such, we should not grieve
Rather, we should only care to live our lives
And cater to our duties and to our moralities
Such is what I had read once,
In those books made of wise soothing words
Those books from which I learnt so much
Those books into which I do only yearn to drown myself in
So, when I got news that my peer has left without saying goodbye
Even if swallowed my gulp, checked my fast beating heart
And held back my tears
I also looked at the skies and smiled
For I just know that I shall see that smile again
For now, life shall be a pain
Yes, life shall even turn out to be a disdain
But no goodbye is to be seen to be a final one
Somehow, I shall hear that laughter again
I shall get to bear with that taunt again
I shall have, by then, already unraveled the puzzles of life
And I shall understand and accept the timing of that goodbye
For in that world other,
I would see life from a different view
Pitying my once blinded self
Pitying the many who remained still blinded, with no awakening
Life, a mere wondrous piece of soulful torture
Is to be lived as it is
With arms opened wide, ready to welcome anything that it gives to us
From new friendships, to painful goodbyes!
Standard of life still same
Only the people who have change
A Changed Time's, a society broken
Even to themselves a denied truth
A world of moralities, do they exist
A time forgotten like an ancient world
A world we used to thrive, merely extinct
Reality in itself, unreal and hard believe
Delusion of our imagination to dream
A taboo universe silencing your rights
Dictated nature of higher society
Ruling your move, your choice to choose
Right or wrong, who's life do we live
That people run from their countries
Freedom desire among the many
Some, they just want to escape being
Just to be their souls devouring thirst
We die both young and old
At the hands of mankind, many everyday
Drugs, guns; violence of hatred consumes
A Changed Time's, death is certain; life isn't
To breath is to believe you can
To die we gamble life's journey road
We each, the same path we bleed the same
The time's and tribulation we all face end
Time's changed,A Changed Time's of existence
A revolution, to who or what be its resolution