Long Partaker Poems
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I am a moving train
On a journey of no destination
Desperate as desperate can be
If you have embarked on this train in error
Resign yourself to fate
For there is no going back
If you are a willing Partaker
In this adventure of desperation
You are welcome to my world
We are in this together
Hold your breath my passengers
And see how far we can go
In this journey there are no stop overs
There are no restrictions
Let it go on
Do whatever you can
While it lasts
It is an adventure that could make you
It could also mar you
cause traveling is dying a little
Through truth conviction is gained.Through grace mercy is obtained.Through creation light and darkness are formed.Through peace,truth,grace,,light ,and darkness evil always comes in to create a storm to make reality a complete and real form. All of these things are done to be a true form,metaphysically,scientifically,done without harm. Judgement is complete,and justice is gained when the one who strive with his maker,maybe to try and return to their maker realizes that the maker,can be a life giver,or a life taker.Is this why some call God "The Creator",and Jesus Christ the Savior?They Labor! Giver,taker,of light,darkness,peace,evil,truth,grace,happiness maker,or peace taker,or evil creator,,love maker,and most truly, judgement partaker,to be a convicted,or exzonerated,as "Creator.
Imponderably God communicates.' How blind are you world.? Returns to me the silence of the graves for it is deaf the world.' I watch a dog stretch in sleep.' Is
That reflective of eternal life? Or promise?
Motion in an animal.? lesser in intellect.' Yet
Partaker..Alive..Drawn from what is perfect.? What is the barrier? Is sin as a
White noise wall.' Blindness overall.? Who
Really sees.? Tell me at what juncture your
Accidents wiill happen.' For eitther good or ill.' Is there in the wind a clapping? Of tin
Sheets? detriitus of the storms' where does
Light travel.? Where does it begin.? Tell me if you know.? I await enlightemnent my desire now abated.' As i consider world values.? And what is immesurably
Over.? Or unnderated.'
Within me was raw matter, and not cold suet,
Another’s fat denies my juicing muscles neat;
Hormones - chemistry kissing crude physiology,
With cells bursting in sociology’s colour - biology.
Never harming the idempotent individual as god,
Nature veers and steers, within, away from tod;
Yet claiming rugged, sheer beauty, by piercing air,
Exquisite scenes of eloquence give glimpse fair.
Primal mover’s first move appropriates the span,
Whilst questioning the prerogative by his face tan,
Freedom twice reminds the kin of liberty’s quest,
Enveloping the partaker, guest, in free will, blest.
Truth never fetishes, fondles, or offsets in grief,
But is there, existing in differentiation in belief -
Never superseding its personable chief of portrait,
It sculpts the panorama reckoned in true straight.
Nigeria my Country
Assailed,buffeted and violated
By evils of unimaginable proportions
Lies prostrate at the crossroads
Insurgency an anathema in our country
Has torn to shreds Our territorial integrity
Banditry and kidnapping like cancer
Are gnawing at our very existence
Human lives are more devalued
Than our cursed currency
Nothing looks strange any more
Nothing is certain any more
The Shepherd has lost control
And the flock scattered
In all directions
Don’t cry my beloved country
Cause help is on the way
Beyond these challenges
Nigeria looks beautiful
But woe betide every Partaker
In this national calamity!
Haven’t you had a look?
I am such a flawed character in your book.
My mind goes mad as I sit and wait
Drowning in all this fragmented hate.
Believing the truth
While accepting these lies
I’m parlayed,
Inside I hide
Inside I’ve died.
Suppressed in this test
Knowing I am nothing like the rest.
Crippled by pieces, places and parts
Hope deferred kills the heart.
Banging my head against a stone wall
While fighting the maker on this call.
Breathing air drenched in disorder
This is me, your tattered daughter.
Indifference is worse than any type of anger
For when you don’t care life becomes even stranger.
Trying to muster the strength to go on
It’s been so long, what if I am wrong?
Walls are caving inside of me
Longing to be free from this captivity.
The door is open but I have invisible ties
Breathing in the where, what’s and why’s.
I’m holding on to this mustard seed
Or maybe it’s just been stuck on me.
Dreaming dreams of better days
I’m in a maze or just a haze.
Watching the movie but not a partaker
Somebody see her? Somebody wake her!
Being a visionary is somewhat scary
All these scenes slightly vary.
All are contingent on which way I go
Just like a flower that sideway grows.
Which direction is the light?
Where is this nourishment tonight?
Every day is exactly the same
I’m sick of playing this game.
The war is raging as all are asleep
I am just your cynical black sheep.
By: Sabina Nicole
'His Love'.....is a Love we can Depend upon, it feels good to know this, Amen.
Feels so good to be Loved by You…
faith’s mirror reflects ‘us’ in its view.
Awesome You! …whereby before my birth…
I was prepared for days of sharpened tines
Ere, now in the midst of storms unfold…
You...use..the gale to ring hope chimes
Even the tides that will surely rise
are duly subject to Your command…
Yea, as they surge and break upon me…
because of You…somehow, I’ll stand
There’s pleasure in reading Your letters…
ardent with yearned warmth and fare
Through Your Word…I am taught…
You are Greater than onslaught’s jeer
More than I ever imagined I could
I cling to the promise of seeing Your face…
When in that hour of Destined Glory
You escort me…to that Eternal Place
As partaker of Calvary’s Redeeming Stew…
O God, feels 'so' good to be…Loved by You!
Galatians 2:20, Jhn 3:16, Jer 31:3
copyright; jmsbell-7/15/21
I am an apostle
a listener
a Christian
am I yet not a child of God
I am mankind thinks it's odd
that I am a follower
Of a just just God
I hear the birds sing
I see the sunrise
In the mountains call out his name
The Fountain of holy Waters cover my friend
I am a follower in Jesus name
I am a flower of the king
I am a child of God
You think it's odd
I am a partaker
I am all things to all men
I am all things to all men
and did I mention I am all things to all men
I'm a minister, a teacher, a mother, a father,
a sister and a brother
I am a disciple, I am a temple, I am and I am
I am all things to all men for though I preach the gospel
I have nothing to Glory of All things
Are of the Lord's for one to me that if I preach not
For if I do still not but to do so willingly I'll be okay
And this we say I hear the birds sing
I see the sun arising
The monsters 3 call out my name
Where am I
The Fountains of holy water covers my friend
I am an apostle a listening a Christian and a child of the king
I am mankind thinks that I am this is quite odd
That I am a follower of all righteous God
I am all things to all men Hallelujah
10/16/02
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr
Arranged music by Laphonso Thomas for Zozo music and corporated/ZOE Mii e
Oh! mine oppressor
Why bully me?
I am quantum living energy
HARRIER
And the Creator has made me
You called me ugly
Tattered torn but yet I'm beautiful I am molded and formed
HARRIER
You rascally rascal unappointed annoyer antagonizer
Bully why bully me
You stick me point at me throw rocks and stones at me
HARRIER
You abuse me then you miss use me
And you call me anything but your own
You fall asleep and even in your dreams you disown me
HARRIER
You call me things that are not real the opposite of
What I am and even you know this is real
Partaker misbehavior benign horrible joust
HARRIER
They say covenant breaker the acting such a Faust
Browbeater mistreater you look unto me as though I am not your equal
Browbeater you hiding behind your mask.
Intimidator and harasser and you sir are not all that
HARRIER
Your demeanor of me this meaning
and your faith is discord your haven is misbehaving
You calls this trust and have it havoc everything
And everything that you speak I am not listening to
HARRIER
I Will not partake of it step away I do say oh beast of burden
I speak Peace Joy Love
AND I release all that discernment up on concernment
That negativity that you spew and throw up I am the opposite
HARRIER
Of the negative you say I am golden I am chosen
I am worthy I am of Him and I'm in His image glorious
Wonderful Beautiful energy and I shine brighter than a diamond
HARRIER- Amen
6/1/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2023
6/1/23
FORTUNES UNCHANGED
We labour and sweat
eating from our brow
praying fasting and beseeching
Our maker the Creator
Change our fortunes
for man is to prayer and praise
a daily partaker seeking of grace
from the throne of his maker
To work and labour and sweat
enshrined in obeyance to the will
of his Creator.. that man is to labour
eating by the sweat of his brow
The creator rejoiceth in his creations
that's why his mercies are renewed each day
and we are partakers of his grace mercy and glory
attaining the miracle of the moment blessed of GOD..MAN
LEWIS K NYAGA
23/01/2015