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The earth rotates around itself in 24 hours
In nature's infinite diversity of
geometric trends,
rhythmic patterns,
movements and other form principles
Rounded edges, with warmth and softness
If Rubik's cube was round
Let everyone try to hold the world in their hands
An icon for logical thinking
Solve the puzzle
Smart, fun and extremely fascinating
No sharp edges
Comfortable to hold
“Euphoric feeling of freedom”
The form for the shape itself
Appearance does not matter
use humor and imagination
The game rolls and everyone participates
as sisters and brothers
07.01.2021
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If the Rubik's cube was round Poetry Contest
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Devotion, godly victorious, participates in earnest discipleship
Submitting to the Scriptures’ divine instruction
Enjoying the Saviour’s compassion in Great Commission-fulfillment.
Victorious devoutness to the Lord ministers through His power
Labouring in His vineyard with blessings' diligence
While following the Master’s steps, abiding in His fellowship.
Commitment to Christ, triumphantly* at work, serves whatever the cost
Offering to God wholeheartedly midst sacrifice-willingness
Praising worshipfully, assured of eternal life’s glory.
*Psalm 106:47 …O LORD our God, … gather us… to give thanks unto thy holy name, and to triumph in thy praise.
August 15, 2019
The soul and body fight,
Defining what is right,
Within the realm of sight.
One is matter,
One is Light,
Tightly wound around duality.
Two living entities,
Sharing the same body,
Atoms creating forms you see,
Held together by energy.
The energy in me,
My spirituality.
While Atoms dance in reality,
The creation that you see,
Is projected mentally.
Everything a part to play,
Be careful what you say,
You create your world that way.
The soul never goes away,
The body only temporary.
Staying silent it waits,
As the self participates.
Life creates,
In ways you can't see.
Energy is invisible,
Divisible by me.
Silhouettes dancing with elegant gestures,
In ecstatic Moonlight dwelling in the ethereal sphere.
An oasis thriving in a wondering mind,
Mixed with emotions that teeter the edge.
As I search the Heavens for answers untold,
Is it in my grasp, the enlightened soul?
Finding solace in the beauty of this world,
Still, my heart is beating a forgotten love song.
When the songbird takes flight he captures my spirit,
Observing the trees standing proudly on majestic earth.
How can one forsake this ancient sacred vow?
The strong bond of souls in the eternal glory.
We imprison ourselves in every comprehensible way,
If seeing is believing then I am an unbeliever,
The unfathomable acts that man participates in,
To the other side of the spectrum, he is a miraculous being.
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Hey world,
Living through the warfare unapologetically, fearless, and courageous
To never claim defeat during tough scenarios, situations, or circumstance
It was same trickery working through different person, place, or thing
Making small adjustments with the wisdom gained from each warfare game
This repetition have become very old and boring; same old his-tory
History was trying to repeat yet again for horrid imbalanced reason
I weathered each storm with attire from wisdom, heart, and soul
Bold decisions to be fearless, love, and create without shadow of a doubt
The dignity, integrity, morals, and truth I embody is naturally phenomenal
Sharing my truths, wisdom, love, peace and compassion will bring unity
Evolving at this present moment along with others that's ready for peace
Ready to feel the energy of the earth as it shifts for a better change
The world will never know the true beginning of human creation and why
Supernatural sources helped code truths that was hidden from humanity
Some were told life is just a physical experience, which seems hard to believe
Enough of religion governance, slave programs, and birthright thefts
Living on a planet that provides everything for the survival of humanity
Famine was part of the beginning of warfare, strife, and hostility for control
Disease, war, weather, polluting air, water, and soil are genocides tactics
The agendas has eliminated ancient wisdom of people, places and things
No need for overrated luxuries that roots hate, worry, fear, shame, and guilt
There's nothing wrong with being famous for the greater good of the world
Entertainment participates neglecting family and choosing money
Fortunes has the world displaying lack of morals, value, and self worth
Lets release all beliefs about every type of discrimination and come together
Innocence, joy, inner freedom, camaraderie, and honest community
Healthy relationships with US/WE in mind and not I/mine
OUR world, time to take it back; we have endured enough.
Energetic(spiritual) warfare is REAL.
I love you all, may peace be within you!
In the end, we will laugh.
We will draw back the curtain and see there was never distance to cross. We were not away. We were not lost. We have always been home.
There is a table, with many already seated.
We will sit with them and join the meal.
Notice the chair holding you.
Let the hands unclench.
Notice light resting as dust,
with no promise of arrival. It gathers quietly on the table that was always there.
You do not have to earn the meal.
You do not have to understand the room.
You do not have to become anything more than what you already bring.
The language of dust says, there is no need to wait.
The meal has already been set.
The table was never withheld.
Only unseen
Pull the curtain away
You can sit at the table now.
So, Sit.
Sit now.
Nothing is wasted. Nothing is outside.
Everything participates
Sit and laugh a little sooner
Sooner than expected.
Simon – the protagonist.
18 – year old kid who just graduated from high school.
Lives in middle class suburbia, no designated town, and an every-town sort of feel.
Lives with his mother, his older brother. (Father has recently passed away...a year ago)
Have a small number of friends, most of them through service groups.
Very active in community service, volunteers for church organizations.
Enthusiastically participates in highway clean-ups.
Loves helping old ladies to their cars with groceries.
Brings in stray pets from the street, he’s currently the unofficial caretaker of 7 dogs and 5
cats.
A steady “B” student in school, would be an A student if he didn’t spend so much time with
community service.
Doesn’t date at all, has almost no free time, although he does sometimes feel like he’s
missing out.
Drives a brown station wagon.
Has never put any type of hair product in his hair before, wears a T-shirt and blue jeans 80%
of the time, 20% he is in church wearing something nicer.
Earns most of his money during school at a part-time job at an old folk’s home, taking walks
with them, listening to their stories.
The kids at school have nicknamed him “Simon Theresa.”
He sometimes gets frustrated at other people, that they’re not doing enough for the
community.
In church when he was 13 he stood up and demanded more people donate money into the
basket being passed around.
He is sometimes too passionate about what he does.
He is not very athletic, or interested in playing sports, yet he is ridiculously good at table
games (ping-pong, air hockey, pool, etc.)
He has a hard time socializing with people his age, and fears he is too different from
everyone else.
He has always been the antithesis of his brother and father, who are very much the All-
American male: athletic, sports fans, cigar toting, car lovers, beer buddies, etc.
The only alcohol Simon consumes is the teaspoon mass.
Despite how opposite they are, he gets along fine with his brother, as their personalities
seem to compliment each other.
His father on other hand, he feels like he failed somehow, ever since his death, he never felt
he got his acceptance from him.
And I can't help him.
"I was walking in my sin in the past I was covered up to my knees in manure. it stunk but it didn't last God made the fragrance sweet aromatic. He challenged me to be all that I am. More than I am so synthetic and it accosted me.And it enabled me and Beyond my LIFE I see. How beautiful am I on my bended knees. With my hands raised high sweetly whole episode that I flow on my opinion needs I go to the place that I know. Where He talks to me and I know and I know, I KNOW
Fragrance is my grace my heart participates, yearning long desires of a love intimate Love With My Father now. Before I expire the joyous joys the pains I walk through in this new life here on top of the earth. Everything what it's worth it's okay, I am nourished. And I am more than I am..
I am more than just a man the Father is quaint HE'S great HE'S provider of all HIS Mercy HIS grace. . Is above any law I am up to my knees and grace.. Above my head and down to the sole of my feet. I am blessed. Heavenly I thrive I stand I am graced as long as I'm on my knees. Into the top of my knees to the top of my crown the bottom of my soul I am completely yours oh Lord. James Edward Lee Sr up to my knees of grace~
I am a good heart posture as I stay on my knee elevated speaking his grace comes on to me I am treasured I am his pleasure I am his son I am chosen and I stay talking to him on my knees speak LORD Speak. AMEN "
8/27/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2023
It's Saturday in suburbia U.S.A.
Lawn mowers buzzing, chores underway
Planting and pruning, nourishing flowers that will bloom
To announce and brighten the month of June
Contented cats perch on fences high
Loftily appraising the collared dogs led by
To the dogpark, filled with Frisbees and tennis balls
A meelee of fur, a Fido free-for-all!
Teenagers holding signs - for a small fee, to support their JROTC
They will clean your cars - from grimy to shiny!
Kids on bikes and boards fly down the steep hill
Heedless of danger - transported by thrill
Farmer's markets - trendy veggies and jams, artisanal pleasure
Yard sales - for pennies on the dollar, you could discover treasure
At the local high school field, the softball game starts
Everyone participates - everyone plays their part
As evening folds in, grills are fired up
Smokey meat smells waft by - time to sup!
In suburbia U.S.A
It's just another Saturday
Dedicated to the first amendment..
Censorship. What we can see and hear.
Limited. Possibly to stop mass fear.
Or perhaps, censored so we adhere.
To the facts that remain unclear.
Some don't even know about it.
How our vision is clouded.
How some information is outed.
For own good? I doubt it.
Given the facts, we may pay attention.
Shifting their agenda, their elections.
So even the news goes through an inspection.
Leaving behind fragments of their own selection.
Censoring out discipline, for public disrespect.
Like when Chris rock thought he could speak about Jada's head.
A Censored broadcast aired in the U.S.
Guess we shouldn't teach our youth what should and shouldn't be said.
How about all the innuendos?
Kids shows.
Like cow and chickens episodes.
Little weenie, Tongue Sandwich, or Horn Envy.
Yet they censor out the 94th Academys?
Slapgate?
Standing up for family?
How about Callilou? I've never seen a kid so bad, have you?
Yet it made it through..
And watch by children age two.
Even Facebook participates.
Posts getting cut, wiping the slate
Misinformation? Or facts in which we can relate?
Wiped clean before there's even a debate.
So we have freedom of speech, that's not so free.
Censorship on what we hear and see.
Oh, let's talk about property.
What we pay for, you and me.
Do you think you own it? Well let's just see..
Bought a car lately?
Vehicle taxes must be paid yearly.
So we pay them to own property.
In the land of the free, idiocy!
Okay, but at least we are all treated equal.
Well here's a sequel?
Cannibis, in some states legal.
Yet cancer patients, in SC aren't equal people?
On and on, I could go on forever.
This country ain't getting any better.
Better be a light stepper, rule abiding treadder.
Not a collector.
A fact professor.
Better be a sheep, in the herd, giving in to the pressure.
Led to the slaughter, by our elected.
Americans free and protected?
A nation infected.
By choice.. Selected..
No voice.. defected.