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I'm from a town called Misery
Just north of the state Complicity
Now I have no value in self-worth
Aroused in my sorrows my hurts
That was the old me
Changed my mindset now I see
Man's religion was blinding me
I really give I really give I freely give
Now no how must live
Until I met this person
Who originally was not from Earth
For you see He settled in my heart, my heart my soul
Now I don't know, just want to tell the world
What's the reason is on why the way that I feel, feel this way
This is a testimony of faith
of something that I must face
Used to be bound to religiousity
Now unbound now I am free
No longer worship denominations nor demons or prideful men
Those naysayers those pacifist counterfeit religious hypocrites
Who preach fire and brimstone I'll be in garnish trapped in their financial profit
Now I only see
Only move I to the voice of the Lamb
The mighty Lamb, I now know who's I am
I am of The ONLY I AM Yahweh
Now I found the real
it's not a feel it's More Than A Feeling now I know myself Wow!
Worth wasn't just the curse
I know who I am and whose I am, how
I am the Son of the All I am
I am of The I AI know who I am
This fallacy
No more daunting me
Now I am finally freed
There's no more complicity
I live in the Spirit of Liberty
I'm freed I'm free I'm the Son of the King
And He knows my name, He knows my name
I 've moved out of the town of Misery
Now I live freely, again freely I give, freely again I live
I live in Him now
I live in Him
In a new local I am His child
Now I walk on this Ole earth
Heavenly places after seeing the double rainbow
I am His now packed up my furniture
Move on to a town name FREEDOM
7/26/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2022
Terrorism
I want to know
The definition of Terrorism
The Eagle shadow which makes fear to the time
Points his finger at the weak
And says – a terrorist
When they don't get slept with their own evils
They remember- the blamed face
And breaks once
Says - ‘Damn terrorist!’
In a slept city
When the ruler is kissing the lips of the fourth
Or same numbered girlfriend
At that time
There must have been an explosion
Yes, his awakening become terrible
Fire suddenly rises in the lustful eyes
And rumbles –
Who has the opposite face color?
He is the number one terrorist
'Terrorism'
-Became a trade of readymade spectacles
Where is the answer?
Why does Bin Laden awaken so often?
Why is Saddam tattooing 'an America' on his genitals?
I want to understand terrorism
Is it right?
One needs head in the revenge of cut finger
Became a pacifist
And next denied it
Became terrorist
This time
I am not able to know
'The terrorism'
I want to know
The definition of 'Terrorism'
I pattern my rhymes to relate to the divine plans of the maker/
Marvel at how my nouns and verbs seem to dance on the paper/
Advanced orators don’t hesitate to drop the prepositions/
And don’t use words unless you know the proper definitions/
Create metaphors and similes to enhance the verbal imagery/
Discard any absurd words that disturb the symmetry/
The energy used in your verses should be used in your chorus/
And don’t be ashamed to use a dictionary or view a thesaurus/
The law is never to bite a rhyme cause you’ll face relentless hell/
Always practice your elocution when the opportunity presents itself/
And defend yourself whenever you’re faced with instigation/
Constantly write what you see. Don’t waste the inspiration/
Some misuse their muse and write pieces that barely move/
Find topics in your daily news or try views that’s rarely used/
Don’t choose to follow pop kids in their quest for tall pockets/
Their life is all profits as they digress to false prophets/
Claim to be discerning entities without learning empathy/
Requiem for fallen emcees as their bodies burn in effigy/
My recipe for writing lyrics of all classic varieties/
Mix in skill and honesty and add small dashes of irony/
Don’t lie to me about packing heat for handling stress/
Damsels in undress and how your style’s damaging reps/
Can I suggest you keep it real and spit I can feel/
Ink scripts with writing skill and flow sick with mic appeal/
Don’t get discouraged for fear that all your peeps will hate it/
This is the primary obstacle on the road to being creative/
And be original, whether you’re a warrior or a pacifist/
Find your own niche in the realm of emceeing and master it/
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There’s 7 billion stories in this world all ya gotta do is tell em….
Visualize
He is just a pauper, preaching from his own pulpit;
All the thoughts he has have grown from his own agony.
Beaten down, but never kept down, he is not in sync.
Living one way; his way. At war with everybody.
One fist holding a flower, with a hand upon his heart;
He has never known a love like yours, so give him your sympathy.
Down on his knees, he is crying in the dark;
Begging for you to just show him a little mercy.
Anti-social, humanitarian ghost;
No longer does he believe in the hope you offer and the joy you see.
Happy Days is just a T.V. programme; not a thing he knows.
Death and despair is all the news shows today
And there are no hippies to bring him some peace.
A countdown to oblivion is the only image he can see;
An Armageddon with love and hate…he is our last hope.
This is the time, this is the hour; let us not be empty.
Share love’s wealth around, give him thanks and not rejection…
Betrayal is a no, no.
Last man standing under a banner with a heart design;
Let a pacifist army march with him, as he holds his flag up high.
Let all the wandering lost souls, be drawn to what he has inside.
He is the keeper of the secrets of how to love;
Let just one soul see what he keeps within, so he can save two lives.
When all others have fallen beneath the sword,
A lone man will walk beyond the ruins and find a paradise.
If you have faith in him, he will be all yours;
Let him show you a future where we all love each other…
Allow him to help you to visualize.
(C)2016 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Form:
imagine there is a war and nobody goes
turns swords into ploughshares instead
builds homeless shelters instead of bunkers
shares toil freedom and land
resists grabbing power
dresses in peace flags and love
the silent majority does not wish
to be slaughtered on battle fields
to satisfy greed and corruption
and they have a say because
they are the masses
we the people need to find our voice
a choir of compassion
and pacifist canon
rhymed metered and tranquil
poetry in untroubled stance and
rhythm of caring intention
I was once a soldier
had sold my soul to the highest bidder
to finance studies and life style
which still leaves a sour taste on my vita
today I am a simple poet
with something to say
quietly walk away from aggression
and hope that my bubble will spread
imagine there is a heaven
and we can stop burning bridges
as well as bear the cross on our shoulders
31st January 2023
Ironic how most of the wealthy old greenies
pamper their white satin fannies over fancy bidets
behind the walls of butchered Cherrywood trees.
Stuffing RVs and private planes with fracking gasoline.
Bashing slave labor while flashing their blood diamond rings.
They cherish furry creatures while BBQing their meats.
Wearing hides of bovine while strutting down hypocrisy street.
They believe in diversity but not when it comes to opinions.
They're nothing but naïve-yellow-striped Marxist Minions.
Openly playing the flutes of the compassionate pacifist.
While secretly banging the cymbals of a globalist tryst.
Tearing at the heart and soul of the Second Amendment.
Wishing for the blue-collar ballot to smolder and choke.
Butt(sp) willingly bending over for illegals and felons to vote.
Always attacking and tongue-trashing the thinnest blue line.
Hiring guards behind gated mansions filled with security eyes.
Playing the race-baiting game of redistribution of wealth.
Shanking the middle class, while their accounts continue to swell.
I pray large herds of red pachyderm storm the voting stations.
To stomp out the braying- to salvage the soul of a nation.
People call him a coward because he won't use his fists.
But he's not a coward at all, he's a pacifist.
Because he refuses to fight, many say it makes no sense.
But he doesn't believe in fisticuffs, he's against violence.
Because he won't fight back, a man picked on him and knocked him down.
He refused to fight that man even though he was knocked to the ground.
You can call him a coward if you want but it's not true.
He will not fight people and that is a smart thing to do.
People call him a wimp, they say because he won't fight, it's a disgrace.
But if there were more men like him, the world would be a better place.
PEACE
Peace, I awoke and flung the truce
Peace, Once I sat engaged and ordering
'PEACE!' I INSIST, 'Yes PEACE!'
I heard a War making, loud angering
PEACE
Peace, I awoke and flung the truce
My passion is the pacifist process
Much I marveled the splendid break
Freedom - freedom - freedom!
Peace, And the inch was singing I fling
Peace, I felt obliged to to admire the offspring
PEACE
I awoke and flung the truce
Eagerly I looked for the peacetime
The peaceful peacemaking ping
PEACE
I awoke and flung the truce harboring love and peace
Peace wonderful purposeful peace
PEACE WONDERFUL PURPOSEFUL PEACE-
01/19/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.©2020
Nothing New Under the Sun.(Satan’s little helpers)
There’s nothing new under the sun,
first came the sword then came the gun.
Gonna make me a spear, gonna build me a rocket,
every bullet they fire is money in my pocket.
I’ve had you fighting your neighbour, had you fighting your brother.
Had you fighting for ‘peace’ then fighting each other.
Communist, Terrorist, Pacifist and Liberalist
On the right on the left, whatever the label.
I’ve got all my horses rounded up in one stable.
The soldiers of Rome impaled their future king.
The soldiers of Hitler did much the same thing.
Oil is the earth’s blood, the prize they all seek,
But I trade it for your blood every day of the week.
It gives me a thrill to see that blood spill,
They’re Satan’s little helpers and they’re there for the kill.
You wanted it all, you reached for the moon.
But you want things in my world, you gotta dance to my tune.
I have to admit, it sends shivers down my spine,
When you salute that flag and I know that you’re mine.
There’s nothing new under the sun,
Been tellin the same lies since the earth first begun.
I’ll fill you full of facts, just one of my tricks,
You wouldn’t know the truth if it hit you like bricks.
When those witnesses come calling, trying to talk you some sense,
You’ll pay them no heed at your own expense.
I’m the winner now whether you live or die, as long as I have you believing the lie.
You can’t see the picture, and that’s how I like it.
By the time you learn history, you’re already part of it.
There’s nothing new under the sun, first came the sword then came the gun….
A.Jarvis July 13th,2006.
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Panglossian Perspective
Pivoting Poze Pretentiously
Pacific, pacifist pampered papa
parading par excellent paragon
parent (parenthetically parochial
particularly partisan) parvenu
passive, passionately paternalistically patient,
paunchy, peaceably pepped, perfectionist,
perceptive, perennially perky, permissively
persevering, persistently personable,
perspicuous, pertinent, phenomenally philanthropic, philharmonic
picturesquely pious, pioneering, piquantly pithy,
playfully pleasant, pleasurably plucky, plummy,
poetically poignant, politely pontificating, popular,
positively potent, powerfully practiced pragmatist,
praiseworthy, prayerfully precious, precise
predominant, preeminently preferable, preparedly
preponderant, presently president, prestigiously
prevailing, priceless, princely, principally pristine,
privately privileged, prized,
proactively procreative,
prodigiously productive, proficiently profitable,
progressively prominent, promisingly prompt,
prophetically propitious, prospectively protective,
proudly proven provocative,
prudently psyched, puissant,
punctilious, punctually purposeful pygmy.