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A world built on secrets, masters who seek to destroy
You play with our minds like a child with a toy.
You put guns in the hands of innocents and tell them there is a war to be won.
Putting nation against nation knowing a sea of blood over the lands will run.
You abandon the old and indoctrinate the young
and when the people speak out you silence their tongue
You cause civil unrest by introducing new laws
Then laugh at your tyranny behind closed doors.
You squeeze every penny you can get out of hard working folk.
High taxes and cost of living, their aggravation you gleefully provoke.
You fill their heads with distractions, because to you its just a game.
To bring a new world order to humanity has always been your aim.
You build empires for your selves, how much money do you need ?
People all over the world are starving because of your greed.
You steel from the destitute, is the money really that good.
Will it buy you redemption, do you think that it could?
You hide your selves from us and your need to control.
All the money you have made. will it buy back your soul ?
There are many different beliefs about what happens when we die.
I recently read something profound about why a baby might cry.
We have all heard that age old saying that God works in mysterious ways.
I’m going to give you something to ponder over the next couple of days.
What if when we die, we just pass from one room to another.
Think about coming right back, with a new father and a new mother.
Now imagine a newborn remembers their life they left behind.
Maybe they miss their fortune and are scared of what they now find.
Now and then you’ll see a baby who was born without a tear.
Maybe they love this second chance, a new world without past fear.
These newborns could have been homeless, beaten or mentally abused.
They could have simply been unwanted, always lonely, bloody and bruised.
Whatever the case may be, maybe those memories just slowly fade.
This newborn then comes to terms, with the new life they now have made.
Imagine if we got two lives, one that’s good and one that’s bad.
Maybe we would treat each other better and appreciate the good that we have had.
I didn’t write this to change beliefs, there are some things that just can’t be.
It’s just simply to try and remind you of some things you might not see.
I’m not claiming this to be the truth or even what I believe.
It’s just something for you to ponder as you close your browser and take your leave.
UNKNOWN UNKNOWN:
It's become so normal for me to think about who I am.
Yes, who am I actually as I stand?
I don't believe in reincarnation, it's a scum.
Yet, from the womb to this current place,
There's no upheld conviction associated to my fate.
Although I've been debriefed about hope and faith,
It seems to me that nothing just happens early or late.
As time sequences itself not as merely.
Seeking for the truth I'm steady.
Well, how was I formed in the belly,
I mean not only my body,
Respictively, I'm talking about my entirety?
It's something unimaginable to me.
And as I'm here existing and sensing the entire universe,
I still can't understand my being and my existence.
What pushes me to do the things I do,
And what makes me go through what I go through?
I need no one to explain things.
Not even what the scientists think,
Would get me to understand my being.
We could have respective and collective ideas,
Nothing can replace my goals with fears.
I don't fear humans and creations,
But I fear the one who makes everything exist.
To him alone do everything in me pours adoration.
I'm proud of him, I'm not a pessimist.
What makes me crave for the things I crave for?
How do I know if I'm right or wrong,
When I can't tell exactly where I belong?
I only know I'm just living humanly.
But both physically and spiritually,
I'm made to believe that I'm yoked by both.
Now if I leave here where do I go?
In the midst of crowds I've been alone,
And I've been alone thinking about this topic in fear.
Some say there's a new world Somewhere,
Others say there's no world anywhere.
Actually, We're all humans so I don't need your words.
In patience do I wait for the day of death.
The only way and best day for me to know who I am.
Falling in love, "I love you".
Three magical words open a new world.
In childhood, an intrigue.
In adolescence, a fantasy.
In adulthood, a freedom of expression.
In middle age, a hope to live.
In old age, the reminiscence of youth.
First mum and Dad.
Then Brothers and sisters.
Then cousins, then friends, then others and others ...
And how many of them!
Oh when will it be my time...
And finally came my divine day
I lost count of everything...
I relish every seconds.
Repeated those fantastic words
in different tune to different music.
But lo! the music stopped one gloomy day.
And then, so many times
was I to fall in and out of love.
As if there was nothing more important
to do in this whole world!
And great, this is where I never
learnt a new lesson.
Every new time my
counter is set to zero.
And here, I'm back to square one...
I've fallen in love again!
My dear new friend,
I am writing my first letter ...
I know how to write because of a kind missionary who taught me,
But until you opened your heart to me and sent money,
I had never known a pen or piece of clean, new paper that was my own.
What a day this is - my first letter!
Oh, how bright the sun shines this day!
Oh, how I long to meet you!
How I long to see your country!
I have heard so many wonderful things ...
That place is a dream to me ... yes, a beautiful, hopeful dream!
Where every child goes to school ...
Has a warm soft bed to sleep in each night ...
A full tummy at the end of the day ...
Someone to care for them when they're sick ...
Clean water that flows from the wall - oh, my!
A bathroom with privacy and a seat!
Clean clothes to wear each day ...
Shoes that fit your feet ...
Radios and music, tv's, phones, computers!!
Oh, how my mind spins with the fancies ...
How it turns and tumbles on the thoughts of all these magical things!
And now I know that dreams can come true ...
That maybe, someday, I will see your country with my own eyes,
Meet you and kiss your cheek in thanks,
And let you know how your simple act of giving changed my life ...
Gave me the hunger in my heart to know you,
And showed me that wishes are not just for tossing to the wind,
But shine like stars in the night ...
And are just as real and bright and lasting!
All this you have given me ...
All this from the magic of what must seem a simple thing to you,
But that is, to me, a miracle ...
A piece of paper and a pen,
That I shall now build a new world with!
That I shall use to turn my ideas to form and fact!
That I shall build a bridge with ...
A bridge to take me to a place of wonder and hope ...
A bridge to take me to you,
My beloved pen pal ...
Thank you ... oh, thank you so!
* THIRD PLACE in the "Photostory" Poetry Contest, (Picture Number Two), Eve Roper, Sponsor. *
Trumptopia
What if there was a world where there was only one continent and this continent was a democracy level-headed citizens voted their wishes their dreams for one to be a representative for the fair treatment and engaging their dreams and in this world millions vote they hope to be enhanced to be entranced to be taken care of as they follow their chosen one the one they voted for
Yet they didn't know if only they knew that the one they voted for wasn't for all human for you see his heart wasn't as pure for it is sold
What if this world leader had behold the essence of the presence he sells
His presence to be president is essence a king and yet ever present to rule his area to secure his land what if he devised with an evil comrade a disease to present to his flock
What if this world leader with the hands of his enemy devised a plan to kill millions of citizens of the land for which he rules what if the narrative is proven as history may tell us in the future this leader doesn't concede sprouting words of discord telling the masses to ignore drink disinfectant you may live you won't die
What is this world leader was not a racist but a healer you know he speaks well when he embraces all those that can avail convey save the rich resist the poor the poverty class we must ignore socialism isn't a new division the upper class the rich at Mass they are the best they must last what if in a new world you just have one job and that was just to praise God praise the Lord for you see Humanity in this world that be only the leader must be
Welcome to Trumptopia
God bless him in this new America
1/10/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
Rain's drizzling from forest canopies,
Evening sun peeking through leaves,
Flowers rising from decaying hues
Amid the woods tangled and untidy.
Shadows are dancing unknowingly
Whispering evening wind songs,
To the music of a distant waterfall.
They witnessed my arrival
With a cautious screech and roar,
A suspecting growl, and buzz.
It was the elephants' trumpeting
That made chimpanzees scream.
In the wilderness of dissonance
I'm seeking peace and harmony.
Moon is emerging from darkened hues,
A shiny star is peering through.
A starry night guides my path,
Silently contemplating, traversing
The mountains of nothingness;
Meditating to exit solitude,
Looking for the glorious morning sun.
Magical palace where you dream
The arrival of a new world
Worshipping serendipity,
Drowned in agony, swallowing reality.
The fog of misery has vanished
Disappearing like the morning mist.
Birds are singing morning songs,
Rising horizon signals a new beginning.
July 31, 2017
Placed 1st: Brian's Choice 4 Contest by Brian Strand
His Ship Was Wronged
We were on a ship in life, then one night we crashed.
My heart sank. It was a bitter ending. To see her in the
arms of a married man, leaving me demoralized. For I
thought I had niche with her. A place in her heart. Some
warmth for a future snowy day. I was wrong. I walked
away. It hurts thinking of the innuendos and subtitles of
love. More importantly it hurts to be fooled by her red
herrings and later by her veiled personas. And her. I set
sail. Like Columbus, I followed the stars, and new discoveries,
to a new world. On a sunny day I arrived on the banks of
poetic justice-or at least I thought at the time. I staked a
claim with Poetry Soup. Enter the consummate seal bobbing
a ball on his nose, free and happy. Along this journey here,
I carried a poem that I wrote. It was about her and her
aunt and the widening gap of differences. That was my first
submission. I made pleas. Shook the trees of faith. Cut onions.
From my heart I cried. It rained tears, the winds of mystery
and destiny sweeping me off my feet. I look. My eyes water,
over pool, I see her. She was on this site, too. Like storybook.
Like an angel that followed me. Like, really how can this be,
so surreal. In the throes of my mind, I right the ship and ending.
3/16/17-247
HIDDEN IN PLAIN SIGHT
Some said it was coming, even imminent
But it’s actually here now, and for real
A New World Order no longer a theory
Such that of TV news we should be leery
What we think we know, or what we feel
Could it all be to our ultimate detriment
No need for violent protests or anti-vax
Smiles, as protest movements seem insane
Shadows have control behind the scenes
It will be finally sorted by counting beans
And won’t be long till we’re all young again
Fake news will include just enough facts
With the trend of an ageing population
The balance of misery can subtly shift
Those who earn will pay even more tax
As top decision makers cover their tracks
And genuine questions given short shrift
Democratic views become an aberration
Unlike Lord Flashheart in Black Adder
With that exuberant ignorant attitude
The puppeteers hold very long strings
Politicians dance doing stupid things
Few now will believe any platitude
At least that doesn’t make us sadder
But there’s never a good day to die
Unlike a budget film, poorly directed
Comedy is flushed away in a torrent
What was once accepted, now abhorrent
By modern rules all are now affected
With new standards we must comply
Let's weigh in on all the people out there trying to lose weight
The makeup of our bodies we have had a long time to create
If it is easy to shed those unwanted pounds the task would be simple to do
The solution to the problem is always the same eat less, more exercise, a statement that always rings true
We as a society want results immediately, a pill for pain, a burger for your hunger
Losing weight is a long journey, not a one-day wonder
How do you achieve success, look at your job, school , marriage, hard work is what got you there
The rewards for this in weight loss are better health and a body that will thank you without those extra pounds it has to bear
An increase in stamina so you can enjoy life and what it has to offer even more
A whole new world awaits if we stop indulging in those quick weight loss companies who happily take your money than ask for more
Use your hard-earned cash to invest in yourself by joining a gym
You can achieve what you want in life, believe in yourself, and start down the road to being slim and trim