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Her name is hope...
He came in with a devilish look in his eyes , it was the lust
that separates men from Christ, I am talking doing time
for what crime?
Your skin color got you trapped in the same place, you will not get it
or get there until you look like MJ, no offence Mr "black or white".
We still carry chains thus our wrists are parched for Rolex-es and Tag Huers.
l do not know what I am really saying but you and I we need each other. The synergy , chemistry will not move until your blood touches mine.
Yes life is a drag , a play and clay but it can never be that bad unless
we refuse to never say never , now l am feeling nervous. In dark days who do you trust? Who do we call?
Black loves White as much as White needs Black for Black adores White . Dust your nerds you shall see clearly . Asians , Africans , Americans , Europeans , Australians and the galaxy beyond we need us in order to win together , this life is ours. Earth our sanctuary . Vol-tron the colors of the rainbow Alpha and Omega planted on mother earth , only love can shelter us before Mountains speak.
It ends the same , it hurts like hell and hell is for the wicked and lazy. Fight for your right , have sight and shine bright .
I am taking the first step , I am ready for whatever for her name is Hope she shall sustain us until another Bob Marley record speaks for Hope is the only who can save us , heal us and comfort us.
Her name is Hope...
My colors bloom and die with the seasons of life
My colors are bright and paint everything around me
My colors are dead and my broken bones soften the uneasiness your soles walk on
There's beauty in death because it leaves room for birth
I remain the same being but born to new habits
They say you've changed but I still have the same name
Planted in God's roots I rock on the red carpet with my dirty boots
Some of her rays of wisdom fall on me
Giving spring to my perseverance and winter beauty to my branches
My colors are a mirror of your grace
p.s. I will leave behind poison like leaves falling from a tree...
In the morning of creation
It was sensation
In God’s Mind
He thought of you and me
He looked through the image of time
And seen mankind
He said in time
I will create a world
For this man of Mine.”
He sent Light for man to see
And light was and light is and light will always be,
The water above and the water below
It will surely show
That it’s good.
Now He begins to concentrate
On you and me, saying;
Let Us make food
For My image to eat
Which are made in my likeness
And gave him the key to set free
Freely I give, freely he must receive
I will bring before him
Every creature
That He may name
And that is what it will be called.
As days and years went by
God said;
It is not good the man should be alone
I will give him a help meet
So that they should be half and half
And that they shall share and share alike.
Know suitable help mate
Was found through the creatures man named,
Order to spread his name.
God causes a deep sleep
To engulf him,
And DNA was taken from his side,
For God to divide
Wo-man and man
He called her Eve
That you may believe
A seed endeed was planted
And it was very good in the sight of God,
Which set him apart from other creature,
What a sensation!
The fall of mankind
Brought sadness to God’s eyes,
Now He begins to bring man back
To Him through Christ that's a fact,
The flame was lit once more,
Bit by bit it begin to glow
We can see His claim
To be called the flame,
Sons and daughters of the Most High,
Still able to name
Setting the flame for Christ
The Super Flame
Where I can claim
We could never be the same,
The Super Flame
Is on His way
For us to be renamed,
If not receive, no one else can we blame.
The Secret Revealed to Joseph
©2011 C. Brent Cloyd
About the birth of Christ men have much to say,
But the Bible says it came about this way.
Joseph proposed and to Mary was engaged,
But then he received news that left him enraged.
She was pregnant, Joseph, surprised discovered.
A cloud of fear and shame around her hovered.
Joseph knew that to him it did not belong.
His natural response was she had done wrong.
Embarrassed, Joseph needed to save some face,
Yet wanted to spare Mary public disgrace.
It was decided they would quietly divorce,
Live separate lives on a different course.
Considering this option, he had a dream,
An angel revealed “things were not as they seem”.
The child she carries was not seeded by man.
The life planted in her was by divine plan.
That conceived in her is by the Holy Ghost,
A gift from on high, wrapped by the Lord of host
Now take her as your wife and be not afraid.
The prophets foretold that this plan had been made
A son will be born; Jesus will be His name,
A much needed savior who will merit fame.
Misunderstood, earth’s favor He will not win,
But He will save man from penalty of sin.
His true identity known only by few,
His childhood well-being I entrust to you,
His worth and character men will much discuss.
They will call Him Immanuel, “God with us”.
Once a day I like to walk in silence…not only to concentrate on what I see…but to listen in to what the voices of the Earth are trying to say to me.
There are voices in the trees, in the clouds, in the mountains and the creeks…and if I listen closely in the silence…I can hear those voices speak.
And the more and more I listen to the voices of the sky, the sea, the land…the more of what they’re saying I begin to understand.
I can hear if one animal is happy or another one’s in pain.
By listening to the wind and the clouds…I begin to understand the rain.
Across the sky and hiding in the trees…are many different languages..a myriad of words…after listening in silence to them…I begin to understand the birds.
The rooster who announce it’s time for the sun to rise…the owl and the nightingale who tuck their families in by singing a lullaby.
I’m not sure how it works but a simple walk in silence as the day’s about to start…seems to give the voices of the Earth time to reach into my heart.
Which makes me wonder if this wouldn’t work with people…family and friends we meet along the way…What if we listened more in silence to what they had to say?
What if silent listening to the words of others…once from their lips their words depart makes it easier for their words to find a way into our hearts?
For I believe it’s only when words have been planted in our hearts that they have a chance to grow…why do I believe this…because on a silent walk one morning…
a little birdie told me so.
Elevated GRADUATED-
A dedicated verse to Alfuntize Cunningham
Son, Brother, Entered forth into His Kingship
The vail is torn
The Crown I wear, I’ve worn
I’ve graduated yet rising
Birth in the heavenly, set apart before my mother’s womb;
A heavenly seed planted a royal priest bursting into the room;
I stand beholding, anointed, a mother’s son wearing her skin;
Kingdom thorn awaiting, birth from the heavens;
I am King
A man of Royal linage
King
A rightful position of authority a leader being
King
A significant spiritual Kingship son over one’s own life, through faith and obedience unto my Father Our Father God
Elohim’s Son
Speaks of a divinely appointed king
Elevated and graduated
Qualified and signage a spiritual “kingship over mine own life
Delivered by sacrifice my life through faith and obedience to God
Divinely appointed king, often interpreted as a reference to Jesus,
I am not my past, nor negative behavior, whom am I to be judge
I am my Mother’s and Abba Father’s Love
Graduated and Elevated
I am of I am a royal priesthood
The righteousness of God now is the time
I’ve endured and overcome I know whose and who I am
I am King
A man of Royal linage
King
A rightful position of authority a leader being
King
I am and always shall be
Elevated in Him
Graduated and Elevated
I am of I am a royal priesthood
Alfuntize Cunningham
I am King
A man of Royal linage
King
A rightful position of authority a leader being
King
I am and always shall be
Elevated in Him
Always
A man of Royal linage
King
A rightful position of authority a leader being
King
I am and always shall be
Graduated and Elevated in Him
Alfuntize Cunningham
12/01/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2024©
Cogito, ergo sum
The allegory of the cave
The quest for fire
Infancy, then solipsism,
Then altruism,
Then egalitarianism,
Then death... to this life
Reaching first
Then out, then in
We first reach for the only one we've known
Then for the ones we recognize
Then beyond ourselves
For... what?
What awaits us, beyond what we know?
What comforts us, beyond what we see?
Why do we think there's anything beyond what we can touch?
The seed of this inquisition must have been planted
But by... what?
I think, therefore
I must believe there's something...
Beyond what I can see
If the quest of this unrest leads us to somewhere else
Then we must see and finally be... somewhere outside our self
Can you hear the flowers bloom,
their hymns beneath the soil?
Can you sense their quiet breath
within the earth they toil?
They do not rise in clamor,
nor seek the world’s acclaim,
they open in a hush of light
and never speak their name.
Can you hear the flowers pray
in tongues the wind translates?
In petaled psalms of morning dew,
in roots that consecrate?
The old medicine man kneels low,
his shadow long and thin,
and speaks to them in softened tones
that echo deep within.
He does not speak above them,
he listens as they grow,
for wisdom lives in silent things
that only stillness knows.
Respect is not a spoken vow,
nor bound by written creed,
it lives between the trembling roots
and every planted seed.
A covenant beneath our feet,
unseen, yet understood:
we take no more than we are given,
we honor what is good.
Can you hear the flowers bloom?
They would prefer you not.
For sacred things are often kept
within a quiet thought.
They bow their heads in reverence
to sun, to rain, to sky,
each petal raised in wordless prayer,
then laid to rest to die.
Yet death, to them, is no undoing—
no severed, final thread,
it is the turning of a page,
not all that lies ahead.
They bloom in silent devotion,
they wither without plea,
a cycle wrapped in gentleness,
in ancient dignity.
So, listen not with hurried ears,
nor eyes that only see,
but with the part of you that knows
what stillness dares to be.
Can you hear the flowers bloom?
Perhaps you never will,
for they are not meant to be heard…
only felt
when all is still.
When we were young
We didn’t know what we could become
What we could have been
When we were just sixteen.
The road ran on forever
Summer lasted long and dreamy
Never a thought of being old
When we were young and bold.
We met together talked and sang
Planted a twig that became a tree
No restraints we ran free
Like a picture coloured in and drawn.
When we were young
What could we have become
A singer,poet and artist we
Bosco, Souixie Sue and me.
Gathered at the Walnut Grove
Along wi Tam, Nautical Bill and Blondie Bee
Having fun singing our song
Never knowing what was to come.
Our paths were split
Each to their own way went
Thinking back to when we were young
A tune forgotten already sung.
©andrew provan mcintyre 12/5/16.
April winds blow smoothly on the spaces of my window,
Shaking the boughs of my mother’s umbrella trees
Planted there for as long as I can remember
I can smell your fragrance yet again
Right before a ballad is heard in the heaven’s serenade
I wrote a vallantelle for you this holy March,
To sponge your wounds and clear your mind,
My heart has fallen pale once more,
For I’m clumsy when I breathe the same air as you
That means today,tomorrow and probably the day after that....
It’s like i get a steaming head.
I call this popcorn love
And I find myself eating every bit of corn in your field
It will be your birthday by the time my eyelids are done kissing,
I promise to gift you the world,
Like it belonged to me.....
The detail of your smile looks like Gods wallpaper
He looks at it and finds inspiration
The salvation in your touch has made me receive holy communion this Sunday
I visit Rome in the stars of your bossom
Thy align and build a stair case to the beddings of our first date
The very first time you stepped onto my lips
I swear I could test the next seventy years of my life when they touched,
And this amour feels like a poem I wrote some time ago
Or perhaps the feeling I will get on 100th date