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I want to start by thanking all women for bringing balance and sensibility to our lives,
For embodying resilience and unconditional love (agápe).
Happy Mother’s Day to all mothers—of furries and Sapiens alike!
Because all life is connected, each sharing a piece of the Divine.
We all need agápe love from God’s chosen people—
The only humans who create life,
The only ones who build a connection with us before our eyes meet the light.
Do we call those who supplied ink to Mary Cassatt the painters?
As essential as they were, painters they were not.
Mothers love—
The kind that shields us mentally,
Protecting us from the scourges of this insidious yet redeemable world.
They are the guardians of life,
The shepherds of minds shaping the future.
In moments when our vision narrows into a tunnel,
Your euphonious voices guide us back with a tender reminder:
“What about the children?”
I extend a special thank you—
To my mother, who never gave up on me even when I was in the depths of despair.
To my Aunt Cora, who saw a man even when my actions were those of a boy.
To Tina, Mario’s mother, for raising a man embedded in the word of God.
To my cousins, who reminded me I was wrong
When my actions were filled with egotistical flaws.
To you all, and so many more, I am grateful.
This world was created by God,
But sustained and perpetuated by the love of its mothers.
So, on behalf of all life on this beautiful planet,
Even though sometimes it’s hard to see—
You are valued, like soil to a tree.
You are heard, as salubrious as morning birds.
You are beautiful, like vast stars in the nights sky.
Even though we sometimes rattle your nerves,
We are grateful for you all.
As Nietzsche said,
“You must have chaos within you to give birth to a dancing star.”
Happy Mother’s Day.
{Rap).......I am a wretch undone I'm the one holding a gun suicidal finger toward the trigger place that my brain contemplating things that I can't explain insane but I'm covered twitched I Twain a change mindset a voice lound N clear Here I am, here I am here I am been here all the time wit out stretch hands you've been always in my plan and my glory you are in the story that I've written I am mighty Elohim I chose you you did not chose me I stand here ready arms open out to receive come to me my beloved come my daughter my son you have the victory you have won you're no longer a wretch undone stop listening to Lucifer don't let the devil fool you- Hallelujah
Who's am I to say that I'm not worthy what right do I have to say I am no good who am I to say I'm not redeemable how can I put my mouth on God's child I am who I am gracefully forgiven
Who am I to boast of my sins who am I to stand above the means how can I forget myself when I got my fingers pointing at everybody else who's their mind to Foster why am I so do I prosper I am that I am gracefully forgiven
How can I love a one if I don't love myself second and God first for love spread abroad is an embraceable heart soften the heart that's called Mercy's Grace come in place my space is filled with his grace
Who's am I to say that I'm not worthy what right do I have to say I am no good who am I to say I'm not redeemable how can I put my mouth on God's child I am who I am gracefully forgiven
6/18/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2023
There are many games you can play in life,
But the only one, that one stands any chance of winning,
Is the game of Love.
I have been playing it for seventy years and hope to die still in the game.
I was born into it, but being born into it is of limited advantage,
As there are a thousand enticements to opt out of the game,
For short-term gain and long- term pain.
There are strict rules for this game,
Any one of the following will get you started in the game:
Trust, integrity, empathy, realistic expectations.
But be aware there are always going to be people with no integrity,
Who will gleefully sell you fake chips,
That are only redeemable at the tables of,
Hate, Envy, Jealousy, Self-loathing, Revenge, Unrealistic expectations, and Greed.
At any stage of the game, you may find yourself landing on a square,
That requires you to make a sacrifice if you want to own,
A get out of jail free card and increase your chances of staying in the game.
I suggest you make the sacrifice, and you will find,
That it was no sacrifice at all.
I have several get out of jail free cards, at home,
And if you find yourself sitting at a table other than the table of love,
If you admit your mistake,
There are angels both earthly and heavenly,
Who can help you get back to our table.
I matter,
Eye matter
I am a vessel, an angel from God
It’s who I am
Spiritual
A soul and so much more…
I see I’m made up of dirt blacken clay
God made me this way
This is the outside, the outside of me
For the true essence of myself
Is my emotional-spirit soul and breath..
I matter,
Eye matter
Ooh, Yes! I matter
And I am made of matter
I am a vessel, an angel from God
It’s who I am
Spiritual
I’m made up of flesh clay mud
Skin surrounding cells, nerves and blood;
Deep inside me He placed inside me the ability to love—
Ah!1 Alleluia
I’m just a man and I’ve sinned, yes
But Jesus saw to me I am redeemable, He saw that I would be blessed;
I confess my sins to the almighty King
Alleluia
I matter,
Eye matter
I am a vessel, an angel from God
It’s who I am
Spiritual
A soul and so much more…
I see I’m made up of dirt blacken clay
God made me this way
This is the outside, the outside of me
For the true essence of myself
Is my emotional-spirit soul and breath..
I matter, broken clay vase
I’ve been remade, reshapen, forgiven
A soul and so much more
Jesus saved me today
Alleluia
I matter,
Eye matter
I am a vessel, an man creature created from God
It’s who I am a mound of clay
Spiritual
A soul and so much more…
I see I’m made up of dirt blacken clay
God made me this way???
4/2/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.2019 ©
Just like a mighty, mighty wind My God
Came and took my shame and sins away
So positively alluring;
This unfolding;
Jesus is coming;
Are you ready, (yes I'm ready)
Hearts wide open;
Choices spoken;
Redeemable times;
These those sins I am confessing Now;
Lord, God I am so ever so sorry;
As of myself I now repent this everything, every sin from yesterday until today and now
So positively certain;
I am rebirthed now;
Filled with His love, wow;
Was searching for hope, now;
Jesus came in His mighty name;
Just like a mighty wind He put my shame and sins away
Cast them in a bottle sooner than later
Now it's dissuaded, my sins as far as the east is to the west
My God, Oh, my God, My God knows what is best (for me)
So positively alluring;
This unfolding;
Jesus is coming;
Are you ready, (yes I'm ready)
Hearts wide open;
Choices spoken;
Redeemable times;
These those sins I am confessing Now;
Lord, God I am so ever so sorry;
As of myself I now repent this everything, every sin from yesterday until today and now
So positively certain;
I am rebirthed now;
Filled with His love, wow;
Was searching for hope, now;
Jesus came in His mighty name;
Just like a mighty wind He put my shame and sins away
JUST LIKE A MIGHTY WIND GOD CAME AND TOOK MY SHAME AND SINS AWAY-
10/20/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2021©
The Good Samaritan
Man born of woman is born of a few days and full of trouble;
Many people have good and bad inside them
Do you honor them that spitefully use and abuse you always
Do you go through live with a smile
Did I say thank you always when I receive
Dis I hold you when you were in pain and sorrow and disbelieve
Did I give you some money when I had any hardly
The Good Samaritan
You were a panhandler on the corner
Did I row down the window and give you some money
It's not about if you were honest or really homeless
The Good Samaritan
You were elderly did I offer to walk you cross the street
Your a lackty yak over-talking children won't be quiet but your sweet
You are homeless beggar with no food to eat
Will you be a good Samaritan
Did you pray for the man who cut you off
Did you pray for that soul that cussed you out
Did you vote for just a man for some of your liberty and...
The Good Samaritan
Did you say God bless you for the Klan and North Korea
Why cause all souls are redeemable
Did you kiss your loved one before the street lights come on
The Good Samaritan
Did you hold the door open for all females
Did you tell your wife, your husband daily you love them
Everyday and every-night do you acknowledge Him
The one whom can save your soul
Now good is the opposite of bad
And bad that's what the devil is
and is is what you want to be just and a
Good Samaritan
NO man's perfect but we all can be thankful and stride to be a
Good Samaritan
It's not about getting or receiving it's bout loving and sharing let all be
Good Samaritan
It's not about getting, but giving and helping come on and be...a
Good Samaritan
12/01/17
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He smothered her with lipstick kisses, every part of her body aroused
Where within her he had lit a raging fire; that just couldn’t be doused
Under his experienced hands as becomes submissive without any will
Opening her love gently enters with a view of the inner demons to kill
With his lipstick lips pressed against her breast her inner waters break
His mission to own her, this woman he will as never to the end forsake
He's riding her with a passion; he is taking her with his own calm force
Knowing her overwhelming lust for him, her own un-redeemable curse
Releases from deep within him a red hot fire which for him over-comes
And with his last lipstick kiss upon her eventually for him she succumbs
These two bodies that rose up in unison and which died in eternal bliss
An inner ecstasy that could only be reached, because of his lipstick kiss
All the music murdered
as the Empire falls
the colour pink from
the fading blushing cheeks
of broken angels
breath sucked away
school bells toll death
dark creatures Dementors
pistol legions burning parades
constant and strong
now fly in weekly
through open doors
Le Diablo pats the ombré backs
of quacking leaders
their passive bills carrying bullets
too late the redeemable exchange
as the world is painted black
days of darkness
forget the colour grey
hearts cut on silent shores
watch the horror unfolding
shocked for words
terrified sorrow turns appalled
the nightmare never goes away
All the music murdered
as the Empire falls
suffer the little children
its beautiful ones
harmonies all slaughtered
innocent symphonies
silenced in scores
(LadyLabyrinth / 2022)
Luke 18:15-17
Matthew 18:10-14
My fury and outrage remain unabated , it seethes like magma
and spreads itself throughout my being , it is barely contained
I shield it to keep the damage within , so it does not consume me
or those I love and want not to hurt.
My dark raving hisses and steams awaiting release , with screams,
hysteria that I may not be able to save the one that becomes my
vent , the outpouring eruption of pain , that I would whip and lash
with lurid pitch that it might cloak with agony the one whom I love
upon its receipt .
Why cannot I cover it and shift my focus to that which builds and
does not tear down and ravage as I have been ravaged?
Why does not that majesty of things that stand before me
not move me to ease or peace?
Oblivion , that vast chasm that plunges deep within my
soul ice cold heart , I wish it destroyed , but its the only thing
within that seems still alive and beating.
I wish it replaced with tenderness and warmth that it may
mark you with pleasure and not agony, clothe you with
beauty and not the ugliness that has taken up residence
and keeps its rent.
In sackcloth and ashes I mourn the loss of innocence , not
for myself only but for all those who suffer , and raise
not their hands against the perpetrators of their suffering.
God do not let me join in acts of perpetuation , that I strike
others in kind , in repayment for their deeds.
My life has been sacked and looted , thieves have stolen every
precious piece of personality that might make me redeemable.
Raw and naked estate exposed, my inheritance from Adam ,
I was molded in pain and forged by fire imprinted by a storm
of ire......
Oh God , why did you preserve me so that I had not died and
left me alive to cry , scream at the trials of fire that blister
the souls of men....
Awaken oh my heart , do not sleep in the death of love , and
the reign of savage pain , and the cries of those who live in
affliction , whose cries have been silenced before you.....
My tears have become stone , my walls a castles fortress
I cannot cast aspersions it holds you as well as I,
unlike the earth my stone cannot drink in the sun
Job moments
COPYRIGHT © 2009 C. Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC
My heart?
You have always owned that,
I'm surprised you didn't know.
Its flow?
How do I explain without being unkind,
simply, its flow is mine.
There's the barb, my vision puts me on a different flight
I own a non redeemable ticket...a ticket I clutch.
Love and age walk hand in hand.
I've had my sunrise...walking with resolve to my sunset.
I spent too much of my time trying to reach the horizon
now, happy to enjoy the sky's perfect joint with its mate.
Searching for that pot of gold? Some do...but not me.
That sort live with regret. They chased the lie, missed the rainbow.
Not I...I am happy to enjoy the breeze...cool and invigorating.
My heart? You own that. You always will.
At the fork...recently, I chose a different path.
I've looked behind me, I've looked ahead...I'm sorry, my love,
I just don't see you there.
09/19/2014