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Atatine .00999 parts per million
Enough to power four continents
With my Matron Disstule Generator
One ounce can power enough energy
For one large city They laughed at my
Science and ridiculed my beliefs I offered
them money, they said it was evil.
I trick them by giving them pallidium
Knowing they would have to use me to
refine it. Fair, fair, I was fair I asked for
there lands to began mining. I made them
Wealthy people When some refused the deal
I smiled and walked away And one night
I heard the gossip of cackling hens, speaking
Of me as foolish and how they wished to exploit
Me. I created the Scarecrow in response. My
Need to exist before all others. My wife lefted
divorced me and married my enemy. One July
Fourth she came to visit me crying.Asking me
to again trust her. She had fallen on hard times
I took her in, for months it was like when we
Married. One night I was in the warehouse and
I heard giggles, I tiptoed to we're the noise was
and there she was standing . I asked her what
she was doing there she dropped her robe to
Inside me. I went to her and suddenly a large
Man grabbed me. I woke up tied to a chair in my
House She and her husband making love before
Me. I reached into my pocket and grabbed my
Neutron fazor. And then suddenly to my surprise
Through the wall he came to rescue me, My Scarecrow,
My Scarecrow had come to life!
Father your Son led
the holiest life ever lived by anyone;
did he deserve to die
in that atrocious way:
being scourged and whipped
spit on, and ridiculed?
Nobody wanted to carry
His cross but one!
Did He believe Satan's lie
that all the kingdoms
would have been His?
Father, your son had
compassion for sinners
and his forgiveness
taught us human kindness;
Christ was both human and divine,
He reopened the gate to Heaven
that whoever followed him would
have been saved and He rewarded
that believer with eternal life.
Father, don't look upon the inequity
of my sinful days, I was a snow flower
never feeling the warmth of the distant sun,
seeking pleasure in lust and greedy deeds;
I have finally awakened and realized my foolishness:
is my repentance enough to get atoned for my sins?
Bully and Obese Boy
Obese Boy takes his roundness from the Earth
Becomes his own world in and out
In silent pain in orbit around himself
He cannot hide like other thin ones among us do
Animals gnaw away at his flesh bit by bit
Still he holds his form
Not like a jolly old man or Santa
This boyish oddity of nature scared and carnival like
Abandoned, ridiculed, scorned by all
Rolls on down the road of life
Bully and his kind
Take Obese Boy from the shadows
Under the nose of teachers and friends
Who know but look the other way
Indifference is the height of inhumanity
He’s beaten body, mind and soul
Discarded in a trench
There he rises
Bullies diminish themselves as human
Become the savage wild and weak
In these endeavors and attacks
Obese Boy rolls on down the road
Shedding memories of bullies as he goes
Perhaps he’ll grow a little larger
But so will his human heart
The rough and rugged place.
The rough and rugged place is meant to be a safe place.
It’s a place where we go to pray and fellowship.
It is the sanctuary of God; it promotes growth, so we should never stay away.
A place where there is sometimes dismay, discord, and misunderstanding.
Where broken people congregate to pray, sing, and testify of God's amazing grace.
Christ alone must always be our focus here.
It is a place where everyone is special and safe in His care.
The rough and rugged place.
It is like a hospital for sinners seeking grace, so let no one turn you off from obtaining His grace.
But let's hold someone's hand as we take a stand to advance the master plan.
We must begin to value everyone and take a united stand against Satan's distractions, who want to destroy God's plan by sowing discord among faithful Christians.
The rough and rugged place.
There is still no better place to unite our efforts in praise and celebration as we raise salvation's anthem.
a place where we pray to become more like Christ, just as He intended for each man.
The rough and rugged place.
God dwells in this place, so we can behold Him face-to-face because of His saving grace provision.
Let's stay connected to this rough and rugged place despite the ups and downs, the criticism, the backbiting, and the challenges we may face.
The rough and rugged place.
One may be scoffed at, ridiculed, or even neglected and made to think you don’t fit in, but stand strong in His strength and never be shaken.
It’s a shelter, a Bethel, and a house of refuge because Christ is its foundation.
The rough and rugged place can be the best and sweetest place, but sometimes it can be a bitter and unkind place.
The rough and rugged place.
A place where you can rest in God's arms because soon Jesus will come and take us to the promised land.
So be faithful as you worship at the rough and rugged place called The Church.
There is a rough and rugged place somewhere near you, so next time you are there, just be nice to someone, as we never know that they may be contemplating leaving the rough and rugged place because someone was mean or unkind in their interactions.
There's no sharper pain than being
a crucified Christ who screams while long nails
pierce his palms and people mock him with laughter;
any human being, including me, is too weak to bear
what He suffered to redeem Mankind...
take His place, look down and find no pity.
There's much contradiction to his death,
who were his enemies the idolatrous Romans
or Caiapha the High Priest? Was jealousy the cause of all?
One can point to only one as it was recorded
by the apostle John and others who felt the same agony.
Today some religions don't use soldiers
to put the despised ones on crosses to die,
but persecute them with the help of authorities
who seem fair and free of blame, beware followers of Christ!
Sometimes, I feel like a crucified Christ
whipped, spitted on and ridiculed by the enraged crowds
that are blinded by ignorance and hatred...
instead of welcoming me as their friend, they fear me
and plot against me not knowing that my silence is astuteness.
Atatine .00999 parts per million
Enough to power four continents
With my Matron Disstule Generator
One ounce can power enough energy
For one large city They laughed at my
Science and ridiculed my beliefs I offered
them money, they said it was evil.
I trick them by giving them pallidium
Knowing they would have to use me to
refine it. Fair, fair, I was fair I asked for
there lands to began mining. I made them
Wealthy people When some refused the deal
I smiled and walked away And one night
I heard the gossip of cackling hens, speaking
Of me as foolish and how they wished to exploit
Me. I created the Scarecrow in response. My
Need to exist before all others. My wife lefted
divorced me and married my enemy. One July
Fourth she came to visit me crying.Asking me
to again trust her. She had fallen on hard times
I took her in, for months it was like when we
Married. One night I was in the warehouse and
I heard giggles, I tiptoed to we're the noise was
and there she was standing . I asked her what
she was doing there she dropped her robe to
Inside me. I went to her and suddenly a large
Man grabbed me. I woke up tied to a chair in my
House She and her husband making love before
Me. I reached into my pocket and grabbed my
Neutron fazor. And then suddenly to my surprise
Through the wall he came to rescue me, My Scarecrow,
My Scarecrow had come to life!
Many decades..
There has been a war on psychedelics..
In the western world..
It had been ridiculed..
It had been banned..
It had been surrounded by negativity..
Tremendous darkness
False accusations had been drawn against it..
Had been misinformed..
As to its actual cause..
Placed in the same light as..
A toxic substance
Represented only dark forces..
The dark forces are the laboratories
Of which creates chemicals..
A toxic poisonous cocktail..
Combined with Mother Nature's own..
Thus then blames the natural plant..
For dangerous side effects..
In retrospect..
Pure pshycedelics is part of nature..
A natural plant..
Exclusively for the mind, body, and soul..
It has existed since the beginning of time..
Indigenous tribes from every corner of this Universe..
Had embraced it..
Medicinal purposes..
Healing..
Becoming in touch with Divinity..
Whether it is psyilocybin mushrooms..
Ayahuasca..
It matters not..
Enforces a gateway to divinity..
Though the Conscious is always in direct communication..
With the subconscious..
Lack of awareness exists..
Therefore Human conciousness dismisses it..
It matters not..
Awareness..
Unawareness..
Both are in direct communication..
Psycadelics boosts one's memory a bit..
Of who you really are..
A rememberance and celebrations..
Of thyself..
The true essence of who you are..
Divine interventions..
Is caused by psychedelics..
A gateway filled with discernment
An eye opening introduction to thyself..
An eye opening experience
A life altering change..
An altered state of conciousness..
To connenct with your own divinity..
Become consciously aware of all there is..
Embark on a blissful journey..
A trip one shall never forget..
A safe enviroment is a must..
surrounded by loved one's is a plus..
To experience a jumpstart on thyself..
Is the recipe for ..
A delectable experience..
Western society had banished psychedelics..
Banishment was..
Still is..
To deny ..
To supress..
One to walk an enlightened path..
A path to divinity..
Of which is their own..
To know thyself..
I am told; one day I will become a woman
I need to prepare for when that day will come
When someone will take my hand and care for me
Having a family of my own, in charge of running a home
I have other views of the woman I want to be
My preparations for my future I will take on my own
Women are not allowed to take the man’s role
But I will challenge the role of a man and will take no crumbs
I refuse to be the symbolic weak woman
Expected to fulfill three roles:
“Mother, housekeeper, and worker”
With few choices, no rights, and controlled by a man
Goals I will break with an education and a respected job
Remaining a single woman!
I will challenge anyone in the community
Who come to ridiculed, shun, and pitied me
The pen is mightier than the sword
And therefore I will gain freedom
With an education and a respected job
My preparations for my future, I will take on my own
1/8/2016
An arrogant hare challenged a lethargic turtle to a race.
The hare ridiculed the turtle due to its lumbering pace.
"The loser", declared the hare " will be destined for the pot!"
The "hare"-brained turtle agreed knowing he didn't have a shot!
The turtle desperately tried to figure a way not to become the dupe,
And end his long and illustrious life as a repast of turtle soup!
They began the race and the hopping hare surged way ahead.
The ponderous turtle trailed behind with a growing sense of dread!
O'er the meadows and through the piney woods they raced.
The turtle could readily see that he was being outpaced!
"Fiddle faddle!" wheezed the hare "I'm gonna stop and take a nap!"
The turtle trundled steadily onward and quickly closed the gap!
When the hare awoke the turtle had crossed the finish line!
"Aha!" quoth the turtle, "it won't be me on which they dine!"
The bewildered hare was stewed and made a fine rarebit stew,
Making a tasty meal upon which the turtle could leisurely chew!
The moral of this tale is one that is echoed from the past:
"The last shall be first and the first shall be last!"
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
Placed No. 1 in Poet Destroyer's "Turtle Soup" Contest - August 2010
I was dirty I was wash in the blood
I was ignore, abandon and hated, Jesus gave me love
Ridiculed ripped and torn
Humanity haters made me wish I was not born
O' but yes there is
Oh! Bless there be
A better for me always
I was poor monetarily,
No place to lay down my head no really
Birth burst into this dad gone abandoned us
He had many, many other girls, adulterous adulterer
Other kids had full-time stay at home dads where's mine
O but where is mine
My Father in heaven
And now mine better here and now, always
My Father got better days for me now
My Father got better days for me now
My Father got better days for me now
9/14/22
Written by James Edward Lee Sr 9/14/ 2022