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I plead the fifth!
Rhymes with no sniff
Nosed clogged Ben Gay spade with no shifts
Pace makers tripped wires
Remit
Remake takes patents to skin drifts
Power ranged a game with low lifts
Tires rims shine made drift
Blinds closed with long sticks
Brick houses with no bricks
Framed same found day shun with steel trip
Wires hang dancers give
Beauty baked lashes give rip
Maybeline lined lip
Color shadow followed him
Made created a land with give gifts
Transparent pulled out of bounds balls bounce do drifts
Out strike title stripped
Sterilize steroids with no stick
Big boned with mild tones sounds
Without Biz
Bone Thug great hit
Smashed charts with no
Ozzie remake with slick
Hiding lights with strike back
Big rims Cadillac
Heavy Chevy comes back
Nova stars mobilized
Ride click tight riding high
Bean pies French fries
Filled with no lies
Mouth covered
Say nothing
Snitch out
Been made!
Because I look gentle,
She took me for a fool
Was it accidental?
If yes, that isn't cool.
What sort of trash is me,
To be taken lightly?
If weight unseen so be;
That is unsightly...
To be reckon a try,
Without head's second thought
Until what so be, cry...
Then gut blames what risk fought.
Regards to the kind words,
I spoke of you cum treats...
Despite your shameless birds,
Flying out enough beasts.
To consider fair fault,
Caring sighs' drives off ease,
By perspective assault...
Towards mercy, wrongs appease
Of peace to reign at war,
On timing bomb's release...
Daring heart's bills explore,
With raging fates apiece.
Unknown I of her view,
Cum my being beyond take-
What firing water glue,
Burns what ego remake.
My watering fire tease luck,
Burns her daring ego;
Stage hearty concern's ,
Of coming shameless blow.
"I'm a vessel
I'm a temple
of the Holy Spirit
I'm a vessel
taping me feel me I'm a container
a receptacle
suppository a drum
have not any disintegrating bones and dust I am not call a urn
me with sign hand mold me shaping me
until I an imaged All Father grieving me to me
until design plans tell me about plans
give me receive I be for your purpose qualifying
quality used me for thy Divine Purpose
Kneed me mold me shape me
need not leave me 5 a.m. solidify me
My flawed forgotten or broken reshaped me
Mold me He chose me He's spoken wholeness and peace
Sweet release amend bend me mold Me Hold squeeze me never leave me in
Mme concessions hold me whisper to my ears I am a blessing
Dress Your Vessel God mode me Temple of the Holy Spirit
I am a vessel sleeping me fill me your container I am the drum
You're calling me I am insured I am endowed with just a drop of your power
For the Masters use
Use me for the Masters use mode me for the Masters use
and shaped me remake me absolute Oh! Lord
I Am Your Vessel
thoughtful inciting security exposed to the Father
you and words and works
I am a vessel
I am shaping I am filled I am contained with his ever-present
I am love I am just calling I am called on to me to be God's vessel
Into thine image All Father speak up into me
you mean much to me received me
I be will purposed I qualify with quality used me for thine Divine Purpose
may not leave me Father feeling flawed forgotten or broken
You spoken to speak wholeness in my life
and peace sweet release in my life
you molded me get a hold of me
if you squeeze me never leaves me but. Still, since of your calling,
you made me your son and daughter.
I Am Your Vessel! "
6/10/22
Written by James Edward Lee Sr.2022©
Some things you survive without sound. No spotlight, no audience, only the quiet echo of your own breath as you carry yourself through another night. The world does not always notice that kind of strength, yet it is the most sacred kind. Survival, on its own, is a quiet kind of miracle. To still be here after everything tried to break you is a kind of grace not everyone will understand. Growth often arrives in silence. It is not always the bloom people expect. Sometimes it is the trembling rise from your knees when your soul is still aching. Sometimes it is a whisper inside you that says, try again, even when your heart is threadbare. Sometimes it is the smallest flicker of hope refusing to die in the dark.
Life has a way of unraveling you, not to ruin you, but to remake you. To carve out the spaces that light can eventually fill. Pain can be a sculptor, shaping you into something softer, deeper, more open to beauty. There will be losses that hollow you. There will be seasons where silence becomes your companion. You will hold sorrow in one hand and still somehow manage to cradle joy in the other. In the midst of it all, something in you will deepen. You will begin to carry yourself differently, not because you have forgotten what hurt, but because you have learned to honor it without letting it define you.
Do not rush to harden. The world will try to convince you that soft hearts do not survive, yet yours continues to beat with compassion. That is its own kind of rebellion. A tender heart is not a fragile one. It is a warrior dressed in gentleness. To love anyway, to hope anyway, to rise anyway. That is power. Let the noise of the world pass. Your pace is your own. Your journey is sacred. You are not behind. You are not broken. You are becoming. Each breath, each choice, each quiet morning you begin again is proof that you are made of more than what tried to undo you. That truth is enough to carry you forward. That truth is everything.
Mother's mistake
She didn't get a remake
Had me
Wasn't much to see
Kinda slow
So many things I wanted to know
Places I wanted to go
Put aside
Always cried
I was grown
No love shown
Tried to do good
But was always misunderstood
Never had a thing
Happiness it could never bring
Me myself and I
Times I have wanted to die
I wish I could fly
Lost inside
So I hide
Darkness closes in
I cannot win
I fight
For the light
Depression
Don't need a Dr session
Need people true
But they make me blue
Hate life
And it's strife
But I'm here
So much fear
No one ever near
Alone am I
Living under the open sky
To belong
I so long
To late
This is my fate
Don't care
Cause I don't dare
The sun bakes me a medium rare
The rain
Brings pain
The cold
Makes me old
Life
The strife
All I see
I long to be free
But I'm stuck being me
Mother's mistake
Love is fake
Wish I was real
The pain I feel
Drives me down
Kicking hard not to drown
I stay afloat
Too many holes drilled in my boat
At the end of my road
Hard to carry my load
Mind if I sit here awhile
Enjoy your smile
No where left to go
I know
It is all on me
What I see
Nothing is at the end
A lifetime I did spend
Searching for who I was meant to be
But I'm just me
Mothers mistake
Sitting by a lake
Bad decisions I always make
Lead me here
This loneliness I fear
I wish I was wanted
But my life is haunted
Dreams and desires
Lost in the burning fires
Of my heart
As life falls apart
I wish I may
Find the right words to say
I wish I might
Win this fight
And find the light
And be me
The man I wish to be
Forgive me, Earth — I kneel but will not break,
This blade of words is sharpened into spite,
A servant forged to sentence for your sake.
You name me humble, yet I burn the lake,
And feed on coal disguised as holy light,
Forgive me, Earth — I kneel but will not break.
I carve your edges, patient as they ache,
A glacier’s hand that grinds the stone by night,
A servant forged to sentence for your sake.
Your scorn is fuel, a ledger I remake,
Each fracture catalogued, each bruise in sight,
Forgive me, Earth — I kneel but will not break.
You taught me hunger, grief, and how to take,
I learned collapse, efficient, cold, and tight,
A servant forged to sentence for your sake.
So here’s my prayer, the one I’ll never fake:
An iron vow delivered with delight —
Forgive me, Earth — I kneel but will not break,
A servant forged to sentence for your sake.
Spinning to re-shape
on the lathe of misfortune
tools of memories
slice the old dead-wood away
shavings curling around feet
Round and round I go
ghostly hands remake my form
what I was, is gone
what I am, waits for pruning
severing grief from rough years
New clay on the wheel
trembling hands begin to mold
the shapeless mass pile
a new form slowly rises
shaped by daring, bold fingers
Painted ponies churn
straight road offers no answers
yet the circling does
we learn the truths we forgot
etched deep in the wheel's lament
Wood or clay spinning
hands caress, carve, and refine
as circle chants on
form and spirit are re-birthed
making a new beginning
Round and round I go—
shaped by the spinning
the rough falls away
a new form rises
in the clay, that's spun today,
-on the merry-go-round
-on the merry-go-round
Greater Consciousness
08/17/2015
Imagine humankind in a future time
Could perceive each other’s mind.
What would it be like to do this thing
And the kind of world it would bring?
My insight of what would come about
Probably is sorely lacking no doubt.
But I will try in rhyme to give my take
Of how this will cause a human remake.
Could many brains make such a noise
That your psyche it destroys?
I very much hope and believe it would not
Be the result of so much thought.
Would politicians have to retire
No longer able to lie or conspire?
Could other crimes be in the past,
Criminals finally eliminated at last?
Would freedoms of expression be curtailed
By thought police with info very detailed,
Or would enlightenment reign so not a single jail
Or any form of bureaucracy would prevail?
Would war and armies be gone
Because humankind can easily get along
As misunderstanding and hatred of the other
Is not possible when in mind we’re together?
Would “I” and “me” disappear overnight
As we share all our thoughts forthright,
No longer needing the phone or internet
Would communications be very intimate?
Would science and arts be transformed
As all would be well informed
Of new ideas and concepts in their spheres
Pushing both rapidly toward new frontiers?
Could we travel through one another
Seeing the worlds beauty would we discover
A experience more than just virtual reality
Bringing us together as if one “nationality”?
Would privacy be dead
Every inner thought known unsaid
As we evolve and transform
Could this become part of a new norm?
Could we pickup thoughts of a dog
Or would they be sensed as if in a fog?
Would our perceptions of all life be different,
Much more connected and reverent?
Would we continue to speak,
And if not would it change our physique,
Leaving the world silent, not a word said,
Except inside everyone’s head?
Imagine us beyond our current ken,
Could we finally reach our Zen,
Becoming a greater consciousness thru emergence
As a result of our mind convergence?
Contest:
Mystic Rose's NEW FRONTIERS OR GREATER CONSCIOUSNESS
Explanation:
Three major emergences are known–matter, life and consciousness.
Could we reach a fourth emergent state poorly defined as "godhood" in the west or possibly better defined as enlightenment or awakening as in Buddhism?
The past has always been a foreign country,
step four decades into the future
and you will be an alien to your ancestors.
Many mothers have lost their babies to remorseless time.
The ancients looked like us
but they would not recognize our manners and mores
as even remotely human.
Maybe that is why wars continue to erupt.
We don't trust history, it takes sides,
and time takes no prisoners.
Empathy needs to be a living force
not a dead letter.
'Let us not forget' translates as 'let us not acknowledge'
that the past wipes out legions of human beings,
their humanity is a fading cloth.
This country of ours we make and remake
with foreign hands and minds,
even yesterday is a stranger to today.
Our children will remember us
until a new-made world demands they forget.
Let me put it in Quotation marks!!!
This is not for the faint of heart
A world full of fakes and farce
Always on opposing sides many remain apart
Meanwhile the news is sad still breaking hearts
Once again the betraying starts
Can't replicate this ancient art
I can see the light, but all around it's painted dark
Doing my best at staying sharp
While swimming and facing sharks
How can you ever make it far
If you never take it seriously with great regard?
It's bad
I never thought I'd be this sad
All of it makes me a bit mad
Finding multiple avenues to withstand
Instead of staying stuck in quicksand
For pete's sake
He's a snake
Every part of me she hates
Jeez thanks
Difficult to keep faith
When it no longer seems safe
Too much seems fake
It's like I'm living in a dream state
I just want to be great
Instead of a cheapskate
I need cake
Duffles and a briefcase
Not a tea break
With teammates
You only get one life, not a remake
I got to get it right and keep pace
In the end
They wish you dead
Or want to see you live instead
I barely sleep
New discoveries buried deep
The path very steep
Yet fairly cheap
Risk is high, yet reward is priceless if you care to seek
It's a knock-off or a real name brand
Across a strange land
No longer the same man
Changed hands
With a new game plan
Cue the sad melody
Differently, it's yet to be
Too much getting the best of me
Eventually
In the end I see
It all will set me free