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I have a voice… going unheard
As loud as a deathening silent
I have from a thousand but one word
Will someone listen to reason?
Why and when was my life decided?
To have an idea but impossible to achieve
Wasn’t money I earned provided?
Yet by standards I’m unable to receive
Do I need qualifications to be free?
But I see obtaining it as part of a program to be controlled
If I’m stupid or perhaps smart enough to be
I choose otherwise if not otherwise only I know…
I am no stranger to loneliness
Losing my family and friends is a matter of time
What troubles me is unfounded solemnness
And how only by division I was made left behind
I have a voice… going silent
As loudly as I hear… goes unheard
To understand I haven’t the qualifications only my reasons
Amounts as much a thousand without a single word
……………….
22/2/2022
The rough and rugged place.
The rough and rugged place is meant to be a safe place.
It’s a place where we go to pray and fellowship.
It is the sanctuary of God; it promotes growth, so we should never stay away.
A place where there is sometimes dismay, discord, and misunderstanding.
Where broken people congregate to pray, sing, and testify of God's amazing grace.
Christ alone must always be our focus here.
It is a place where everyone is special and safe in His care.
The rough and rugged place.
It is like a hospital for sinners seeking grace, so let no one turn you off from obtaining His grace.
But let's hold someone's hand as we take a stand to advance the master plan.
We must begin to value everyone and take a united stand against Satan's distractions, who want to destroy God's plan by sowing discord among faithful Christians.
The rough and rugged place.
There is still no better place to unite our efforts in praise and celebration as we raise salvation's anthem.
a place where we pray to become more like Christ, just as He intended for each man.
The rough and rugged place.
God dwells in this place, so we can behold Him face-to-face because of His saving grace provision.
Let's stay connected to this rough and rugged place despite the ups and downs, the criticism, the backbiting, and the challenges we may face.
The rough and rugged place.
One may be scoffed at, ridiculed, or even neglected and made to think you don’t fit in, but stand strong in His strength and never be shaken.
It’s a shelter, a Bethel, and a house of refuge because Christ is its foundation.
The rough and rugged place can be the best and sweetest place, but sometimes it can be a bitter and unkind place.
The rough and rugged place.
A place where you can rest in God's arms because soon Jesus will come and take us to the promised land.
So be faithful as you worship at the rough and rugged place called The Church.
There is a rough and rugged place somewhere near you, so next time you are there, just be nice to someone, as we never know that they may be contemplating leaving the rough and rugged place because someone was mean or unkind in their interactions.
Emotions and images get lost in the meanders of my mind.
Quick, sit at your keyboard, the messages are impatient.
Lay down the ideas as one hangs a handkerchief on a clothesline.
Sentences crash onto the white of a page for a birth.
But before all that, weeks spent watching the world change.
But before all that, days and nights with opposing dreams.
Above all, writing lines of thought that will become tomorrow’s poems.
Above all, forcing the release of words trapped in a spider’s web.
A spark, a trigger will be the prelude to creation, its genesis.
Diving into the pantry — rest for ideas, for chimera, for every resonance.
Will you be a universe or an introspection, a flash or a revolution.
Despite this cerebral storm, visions collide: a mobilization.
Returning to origins, seeing oneself again as a child, sometimes a tree or an ocean.
Becoming a thinker or a moralist, finally not knowing, just searching oneself.
Feeling a kind of urgency to offer a message or a perception.
But before obtaining those epigrams that form a hymn,
Always — and above all — inspiration.
Joël Charvillat
Proverbs eighteen twenty two that's
how I feel when I think about you,
obtaining a gift I didn't deserve and
I'm not worthy for, but I guess that's
favor no matter what the score
looks like God made it possible for
you to shine in my life and I'm
grateful, thankful for this moment
and this is where the search ends
my heart, mind, body, & soul it's
yours to own it, I will never disown
the love the connection that we
share, in today's society love is like
an unplayable game of truth or
dare, but I'll gladly leap into this
head first because I know what
holds us close, that three strand
rope and I don't ever wanna let go,
your vivid imagination of what our
future will be it seems so perfect like
God himself prophesied this in your
heart, so knowing that I'll gladly run
this Marathon with you just tell me
where do we start
She began to ponder the thought and why all things had been
Never obtaining what she had sought since surrounded by sin
Why she wasn't able to achieve for all that her heart would long
How her life would so deceive in thinking that she was so strong
There, in resting all alone she put to the Lord a simple question
The answer which she already had known yet continued to run
She asked Him, "Oh Lord! Why me" in simply bowing her head
As then the Lord set Angela free in the two Words He softly said
Why Me, He so lovingly did respond, a simple cross around her neck
As with an unbreakable bond, such a great love she couldn't reflect
So she had always thought just figuring herself that this can't be true
But the Lord having been sought, she found something old felt anew
For He was right there by her side and Angela sensed His Presence
As with all of those tears she cried the relief itself was so immense
Now truly knowing this fact that the Lord had never once left her side
Gave Angela what she had lacked as before she had so vainly denied
Marigold
In a kingdom full of honeysuckles
Remembering many lavender, silent protons
The moon-flower laughed
I am shorn of their handicraft
I awoke and flung spikes of the cactus
Remembering many grand flora, ferny embroiderers
And so you came gently purring along the grasses
Still is whirring, still is whirring
As of someone gently transferring, transferring
I heard a verbatim, muffled obtaining
And the hollyhocks never cottoning
Much I marveled the bamboo foxglove
As crab grass pushes and shoves
Deep into that darkness sewing
I felt compelled to sniff the mallows
In a kingdom full of honeysuckles
As the breeze through leaves against the- - -
Marigolds
4/16/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©
I'm listening to soft music through earplugs,
the strong stimuli of relaxation enter lungs...
they stifle the external sounds
and deepen my consciousness.
The invariant analogy
between time and clock has a steady
rhythm and ticks enough to frighten
thoughts of a serene mood arising
from secluded meditation
that replaces a normal day of brooding.
Alluring is the idea of obtaining
what is found through searching;
this journey taken with doubtful eyes
may lead all beyond immense stars...
is it possible to mention a few
to the star-gazer who never knew?
Our Creator predestined us
with a certain fate on the instant we were born;
some were endowed with gifts
that would drastically change the wrong notion
of conceavable and blessed things
by walking in His ways always.
Why should we rebel against Him and incur
His displeasure trying to modify it, consulting diviners
with superhuman powers? Nobody can read God's mind
and exploit it to their advantage; neither can Lucifer
with his cleverness, and in doing so we are surely bound
for unhappiness, misfortunes and calamities!
Fortune-tellers are aware of everyone's prerogative
and foresee all events either positive or negative:
they want us to think that we can be more powerful
that He is in reversing destiny when odds are impossible.
Nothing distracts me from meditating
in the stillness of the ablaze evening
making the fiery-red clouds drift with adventure;
they lift me me to subliminess of the stratosphere.
I am very pleased that the invariant
anology remains truthfully intact,
but it warns others that's not
too wise to let their vague and vast
curiousity tamper with Nature
and universe and constantly interfere
with the Laws that were set in motion
with great precision since creation.
Written on 7/ 20/ 2017
This is one of a few sonnets Mystic and I collaborated on
she has left PS and in her honor, I'm posting it
To you Vienna, my writing buddy
To Be in Love
To be in love along the rushing shore
And hear sounds from your heartbeats that enslave
To kiss your hungry lips, then wanting more
Obtaining love's desire, its constant crave
Besot, beneath this dazzled sky, I find
Love's lightning splays a light that clears my view
Such echoed worlds, soft as waves inclined
Submerge through quiet eyes a love so true
My hand entwined in yours, we bond as one
While watching footprints fade in pebbled sand
To spy a reddening sky and setting sun
While falling into night, at stars command
We'll feel the waves upon our warmest skin
And touch the stars, as dawn arouses in
written by Mystic Rose and me
3/3/14
Written By: D. Collins 3/1/2016.
A woman's touch should accentuate a man.
Allowing him to rightfully wear the pants.
Her touch should boost every bit of confidence.
Let him take the lead, as should, all good men.
That's not quite the society we live in today.
There's so much competition on who has the say.
A woman's touch should compliment a man.
Piggy-back his decisions like no other can.
Its how relationships last, and marriages thrive for years.
Strengthening the bond that gives stability to kids.
Before moving forward in obtaining God's love.
We must re-introduce ourselves to a woman's touch.
On the journey to faith and understanding
There are places where we must not stay
Temporary temptations of past mind transforming
Where the old to the new finally gives way
If our cries of pain can become song
Then Power of the Prince of Peace
Will carry us from these petrified forests forlorn
To a new found hope filled release
Then will we arrive on the fragrant palm lined shore
Where the bees make honey from the orange blossom
And the petrified pine is no more
Here the pain of longing into obtaining turns over
Among the rows of cactus and lime
Where the cows eat up the clover
And the sea waves count out the time
Here faith turns into knowledge
And the cold wind of death into life’s melody
That saves