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Make every effort to be truly humble
allowing yourself being under God's mighty hand
for you can be confident of this very thing
that God will exalt you being able to stand
We are all filled with many anxieties
but God says give them unto me
for the Lord truly cares for His own
so we should always on our knee
Beware of our arch-enemy Satan
for he prowls around to catch us out
keep your mind sober and watching
on the lookout to hear the lions shout
Call your faith into full action
stand tall, keep firm, always resisting
knowing our fellow believers all over
suffer like us believing persisting
The time will come when suffering ends
God's grace in Christ will then appear
restoring you with strength to conquer
establishing in your faith without fear
Give glory to our great God
for His is the dominion forever
this is Peter the apostle's exhortation
given for us yes Jesus will deliver
('Humble yourselves, therefore, under the mighty hand of God so that at the proper time he may exalt you, casting all your anxieties on him, because he cares for you. Be sober-minded; be watchful. Your adversary the devil prowls around like a roaring lion, seeking someone to devour. Resist him, firm in your faith, knowing that the same kinds of suffering are being experienced by your brotherhood throughout the world. And after you have suffered a little while, the God of all grace, who has called you to his eternal glory in Christ, will himself restore, confirm, strengthen, and establish you. To him be the dominion forever and ever. Amen.')
1 Peter 5: 6-11 (ESV)
Only a Talk
Just a tea. Free talk. About life.
“Yes. Good.” Said Master Satan.
“What is today's topic? What?”
Yesterday’s topic. The anarchy.
“Anarchy. Hmm. Illusion. Fiction.”
It’s not that. But need. To be clear.
“To be pure? You feel dirty the life?”
Yes. I see the dramatic and. Death.
“Yes, it will be hellish. No anarchy.”
Why? I don’t understand it. Yours.
“Anarchy, the last way. Last chance.”
People can’t find a way out. Never.
“Yes. Just with help. My one. Only.”
Rational. Anarchy is the way. Paradise.
“Yes. I require spiritual maturity.”
Because the self-governing society
It is controlled by the individual. All.
“Yes! Perfect opinion! Oh, my student!”
I am following your unique only one mind
Oh, my Master. Master of metaphysical life.
“So, where is the perfect word, life? Paradise?”
Where pure lives live. Pure lives. All. Together.
“Who can live there?”
Pure souls.
“So?”
The base of anarchist society is the pure soul.
“So?”
The mature soul. The anarchist individual is
The spiritually mature one.
“What does it mean?”
An anarchist society can’t exist without the right souls.
“And?”
The anarchist society looks similar to Paradise.
“Or Heaven.”
Hmm.
Another planet.
"Hmm.
Maybe."
But pah; I don't think she's the woman you think you married..
She called you a blaggard, she stood in sunday church and spoke
you as a scondrel and satan: mentioning your lack of concern for her.
She bragged about finding it funny that your horse went missing
durning the same time the Merchants son came around with Beef
for sale, He gave it to us for free as i fecked him several times in the
saball."Gobe" he spoke of mi husband and became offended
and fecked his brother in spite. After I became pregant I came back
to mi Hubby to trick him into a night of romping and a good feck..
I'll make mi decision on staying when the little one is born. She told
the on listeners to pray for her as she had fallen of the wagon and got knocked up
in spite of her Hubby. He is in the running for who the Father is"
"Pray for me Ya'll!"
Durning the service
she stood again anwsering what was the difference between a Dog and a Dug.
"She anwsered a Dog is a companion a Dug is a person working near or in a hole
that uses his assitance to convey his needs as he works in the hole or tunnel"
The poreacher asked her to use the words both in a sentence and she did.
Well she said, I was lonley so I patted the dog on the back and took him out on a leash for a walk.
And Dug: she said whill digging the outhouse hole I stood by my man in case he need help if the hole collapes. I was his dug and was proud of it!. That was Feol Chapail we had for dinner? Naw Pah it was horsemeat!
Job indeed was a true man of God
one who always sought God to please
in his early years lost all he had
but kept his integrity always on his knees
Turmoil entered his mind later
but found good advice hard to find
all his advisers were no benefit
for indeed showed an unloving mind
Satan attacked him like no other had
having God's permission to do all but kill
in this turmoil Job couldn't understand
for God's ways mysterious causing ill
But Job knew man as sinful
still he hoped in the eternal one
for one day God would indeed judge
putting all things right His will be done
Job knew truly his redeemer did live
for he indeed would stand on the last day
his miserable comforters would be gone
but he will clearly see God that he may
In his latter days Job was blessed
far more than in all his life
God tried him purifying his very soul
perfecting his servant by divine knife
A face that you see everyday
That same reflection that you curse in various ways
Punished for hard living
Praised for innocent givings
Untoucheables repeatedly charmed
Because we are have-nots, we are seated and alarmed
White roses, clear caskets, and black doves
Nothing more than scenes from above
It sprinkles like hell in a well
Heavenly treasures are the remains of Satan
When the last drop of life is strained from my veins
I will not be awaking
As I am crucified on this witness stand
There's only one thing I demand
God bless the stress in my hands
The warm feeling of a passionate hug
These are Scenes from Above
I am all but a portion of Caesar
Granted extortion of a true believer
And before I leave this trial
I'll probably be slained and murdered
Over the stars
And through eternal pain my soul will be hurdled
Set me out to sea and let my flesh burn
Let my advasaries recognize stress and mourn
Forever overwhelmed with passion and love
Nothing more than Scenes From Above
I'm a few new frogs from leaping
One shoe on the logs from deeping
A handful of tears from weeping
Three scars away from being worth not keeping
Open a new testament
Why these demons bother to pester me
No telling howmany sins I am from resting in Hell
Seven seals from guessing my bail
Today may not be what it seems
But tomarrow is only a dream
I'm a few pushes from a great shove
A few Scenes From Waking Above
Satan liar get out of here
Out my surrounding, stop talkin to ME
God loves us truly, loves ME
Yours it’s of doubt, my Father Has promises
Yours’s is of worry, My Father Has peace affirmations
Yours of anxiety my Father’s calm and rests instills
In times of crisis
God’s got me while I am awaken or asleep I’m in praise
And dances
March On
I am a soldier
As I march on
March On
I am standing ever so strong as I
March On, March On
Git off
Step off Satan
No more lies
Only “truths” here
You don’t matter, you’re already defeated
I am a soldier
As I march on
March On
I am standing ever so strong as I
March On, March On
My eyes, my soul, my heart, are all on (belong) to my Lord, Jesus Christ
Standing on Holy Grounds
Not making a sound
All I’m doing here bear footed
Marching on in the Army of God
I ain’t got no fearful heart
Cause it’s in whom God I trust
And Jesus never, ever gonna leave me
I’m in His army now
Hallelujah
I’m marching on March on anyhow
I ain’t got no fearful heart
I’m in the Army of God
And I’m gonna March, March on
8/20/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2022©
I sat facing the east in supplication and meditation. My soul rose like an eagle, piercing the spiritual realm, its wings unfurling over a sky of clouds alive with unseen forces. When a storm struck, I soared higher, unshaken. Yet in the aimless roam of my ascent, my focus wavered, and I beheld figures—perhaps angels. Their wings were not white but blue, hued like sky and sea, bound together in an embrace neither torn nor severed.
Below, my body lay hollow, my soul adrift. I longed to return, but the blue-winged angels recoiled, their voices a command: Go back—you do not belong here. Yet something urged me forward, and I followed them to a place where I met a man—handsome, brown-bodied, with neither horns nor crimson hue. The angels called him Lucifer.
I asked if he was the Satan of scripture. They said yes.
And then I understood: the angels were blue not from light, but from the storms they had braved, the skies they had seen, the weight of the souls they had carried.
Satan stood among childlike creatures who did not walk but hopped through the void, unbound. Then, as if called, they vanished, swallowed by the abyss.
I fell.
Through sky and storm, through shattering stars that roared like thunder. The world trembled as my soul returned to its vessel—once hollow, now filled with the lessons of the sky. But I was no longer the same. My spirit, though tethered, bore the echoes of the storm.
~Adam And Eve~ (2)
(Free Style)
God created Adam, a man
And from his rib created a woman
Called her Eve as we all know
And thru their fall, evil in this world came to be
All this took place
A long time ago as you may know
Till Jesus the Son of God came to free us all
From the fires of Hell and damnation that it can be
Inherited from Adam and Eve thru birth their sin
But thru Jesus only love and life enters in
Thru his suffering and death on the cross He brought
Satan right down crawling on his knees
And since Jesus came, now men can accept to be free
He paid the price of all our sins, each one and every fee.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2014
December,27,2015
I next encountered the divine
Many years later in Berkeley, California
I had gone home to be with my Mother
While taking leave from my job
in the Foreign Service
I had two weeks there by myself
My wife came later
near the end of the trip
Every morning I woke up
Had my coffee, and breakfast
Did yoga while listening to music
And looking out at the garden
Then spoke to my mother
Who was sliding into dementia
Day by day losing her reason
Then I would go out
And explore the city
Go to a museum
Go to one neighborhood
And just be there
Rediscovering the Bay area
After years of being away
Having dinner with old friends
Seeing movies etc
Every morning a black cat came to visit
The cat was friendly and waited for me
And then would join me in my morning rambles
Following me to the bus stop
I stated talking to the black cat
He looked at me with the spark of divinity
In his dark eyes
I called him the cosmic cat
He seemed to like that
He would look at me
And I opened up to me
Told the cat all my dark secrets
As I walked the streets
Of the old neighborhood
Every morning and every evening the cat
Would be there to greet me
And to carry out our endless conversation
Then I had to leave
And in our final conversation
I asked the cosmic cat
Say, Cat are you just a cat
Or are you a demonic cat
Are you possessed by God
Or by Satan
The cat looked at me
And I realized that God
Was indeed residing in the cat
But that god was residing everywhere
All I had to do was open my mind
And the rest would follow
So I said Good bye to the cosmic cat
And he purred and came up to me
And I felt the comforting presence
Of the divine spirit of God
As I said goodbye to the cosmic cat
And said goodbye to my mother
As this was the last time
That we would be able to really talk
I told my mother about the cosmic cat
She smiled and said that the cat
was there for me and her
to comfort us both in our hour of need
and that the cat was indeed
a cosmic cat
published in Scarlet Leaf Review November 2017
I can sacrifice for you,
For more reasons than one.
You were always there...
Always there to catch me
on my fall.
Always there to hug me
While I cry.
I can sacrifice for you,
For more pains than joy.
Because I was void,
But you filled me...
Filled me with goods!
I can instantly be your Jesus
Just to complete you.
Because Mama you...
You defined me!
At some points
You were my God.
You chose me as your angel,
Not to control me.
You deserve all...
All that you planted in me.
I mean all...
All that Satan couldn't trick on!
I was un-aged and helpless.
But you...
You Mama...?