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Enlighten your mind by opening up your heart
Such will you find as soon as you start
There’s only One Way in which you achieve
In Jesus we pray that everyone will believe
All that is seen and unseen, said and unsaid
The knowing of what I mean in so being led
The ability to see where others are unable
What has set you free isn’t just an old feeble
Recognizing His Face in all you come across
Recognizing His Grace in seeing His loss
Preparing for His return old habits set aside
First thing you learn is getting rid of self pride
Just like the thief in the night, so shall it be
Such a beautiful sight for those who are free
But for all of the rest who refused to believe
In so failing this test you will be left to grieve
Isaiah 48:13
My hand laid the foundation of the earth, and my right hand spread out the heavens; when I call to them, they stand forth together.
Stop kissing yourself
Get rid of self-pride
Allow you lips, to sing those praises of God
Fill your mouth, with thoughts of forgiveness and love, love
ALLOW YOUR LIPS TO STOP AND SING PRAISES TO GOD-
God does love you
God does love you
Oh’ God really loves you, loves you
He will once always again and again
Fill our mouth with joy and laugher
God gives up lips to use for shouts of joy
In the here and the after
We will be praising forever more, forever-ever more
Stop kissing yourself
Get rid of self-pride
Allow you lips, to sing those praises of God
Fill your mouth, with thoughts of forgiveness and love, love
ALLOW YOUR LIPS TO STOP AND SING PRAISES TO GOD-
12/5/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2021©
Job 8:21
The scorpions creeping out from words slowly, acutely framing
where judgement claims the higher position unconditionally
lone vulture hanging over its unsuspecting prey ready to pounce
once so blind ambitions reverberates back as unqualified honours least deserved
Pompous narcissistic elements with nonsensical fruitless talent
held within egotism where fools of choice becomes one’s ability
under total admiration publicly declared in lonely self-centeredness
becomes a sterile reflection back to oneself blinded by arrogance
As friends become nemesis’s unnamed obstacles of your vainglorious rise
Sounding echos reverberates a never ending recording of undeserving self-pride
knowing more than all of what is right claiming the false prize for me, me, me
It matters not that lonely superiority must accept the great divide
False praise their claims attention that inflames your senses unjustly wise
crying regrets a prize is a prize nothing to be gained under the sun or moon
striving after winds have blown a gale force within hidden torment
the wreckage that's left after such destruction can only be found wanting
a co written piece in unrhymed quatrains by Donna Loughman and Liam McDaid
Mind Bender
I try to bend my mind around a straight line.
Pondering the lies imbedded in yesterdays truths.
False prophets, masquerading on wisdoms mountain.
"come taste our wares"
I become intoxicated on prides pie.
Tasting success's extinction.
Lives forsaken,
sacrificed on altars of progress.
Beads of glass breaking in upturned palms
whispers from the fallen,
not allowed to cry out.
The language of their ancestors,
silenced,
erased.
What's left?
Is there any trace?
Oil drips along insanities highway.
Multitudes traveling gleefully in the passing lane,
destination... nowhere fast.
munching on fastfood promises
Heading towards a toothpick bridge,
trusting facades of solidity.
Smiling plastic smiles.
Turning the radio dial,
tuned to stations extolling self pride.
God complex.
"All things are possible if I believe in me!"
Living the dream,
suspended within stupidity.
Unable to bend twisted minds.
Failing to seek the straight and narrow path.
The end of us,
no muss, no fuss.
Time stands still.
Momentary pause.
The earth waits,
catches it's breath.
Abrahams Father,
presses restart...
Tippy toeing across the desert sand cracked Cement stepping stone road
We venture towards The blooming onion bonfire that Rises like a medusa’s hair in a galaxy fueled by the heat of a dying star
The raindrops roll down my china doll cheeks
Makes my hair glisten like candlelight hope diamonds
And the rain washes away my feelings of self loathing
This weathered couch so lonesome in a field of curious horses
Seats sociable strangers Intoxicated with vodka mixers and self pride
Under an umbrella a polish model speaks broken English poetry Cuddling into my side instinctively she acted sisterly
My body was their hurricane shelter and my arms kept them from harm
He slid in on the ancient couch to seek momentarily comfort from the soaking tsunami
Faded........floating on a wave of intoxicated insta-friendships that we made only in our kindergarten years
when we wore tiaras and over sized dresses wide eyed and gaped toothless
Imagining what greatness would become of us Superheros and Princesses
The bass of the stereos fueled masculine desires for destruction
They tossed the grandfather couch into the flames and became a beaming beacon of light in all the darkness the smoke spiraled as the fires creeping fingers consumed the skeletal remains of the chesterfield.
Twas cremated at the early hour of dusk
University was just the eclipse in our eye lids
Life is a wayward hurricane NASA plane emblazoning on a rainbow runway
spin yourself faster than a ballerina collapsing into the tutu frill.... brighter than a lantern fueled by essence of a thousand swarming fireflies
Our naiive youth is but the past, we left it behind in this catacomb laid to rest
Form:
Hopefully someday, I'll be a happy camper
If I can just undo everything, I'd be much happier
Some say one day, we'll both be prosperous and wealthy
If I only had the willpower to be a genius...we'll see...
I'm a daydreamer on a Sunday afternoon
On a Sunday afternoon
Humming and singing a joyous tune
On a Sunday afternoon
On a Sunday afternoon,
I lounge on the couch and swoon
On a Sunday afternoon,
Writing my time away oh so soon
On a Sunday afternoon
Inspiration like this comes once in a blue moon!
Hopefully someday, I'll be your delightful friend
If I can just make it up to you till the very end
Hopefully on a Sunday afternoon, you'll stay near my side
If not, it's okay for the meantime - I'll just cower and hide, lacking so much self-pride
I'm a daydreamer on a Sunday afternoon
On a Sunday afternoon
Humming and singing a joyous tune
On a Sunday afternoon
On a Sunday afternoon,
I lounge on the couch and swoon
On a Sunday afternoon,
Writing my time away oh so soon
On a Sunday afternoon
Inspiration like this comes once in a blue moon!
If you were next to me right now,
I'd make you laugh wholeheartedly and smile wide somehow
Hopefully someday, we'd be a perfect pair beyond compare
Yes, some say, life is so unfair...but we'll live life without a care
I'm a daydreamer on a Sunday afternoon
On a Sunday afternoon
Humming and singing a joyous tune
On a Sunday afternoon
On a Sunday afternoon,
I lounge on the couch and swoon
On a Sunday afternoon,
Writing my time away oh so soon
On a Sunday afternoon
Inspiration like this comes once in a blue moon!
And I-I-I will always remember you and the things we used to do
And the things I used to put you through, but that's nothing new
I'm sorry, but someday, I'll mend your scars
Maybe someday, hopefully someday,
We'll be sparkling so bright like midnight stars
On a Sunday night or on a sunny day,
We'll be like the shrouds of clouds above...
We'll be hella rich with abundant love
Oh, God how patient is your outstretched hand
Giving one a way to come to know you
From leading one out of captivity
Giving an escape from the enemy
Only that one shall return to be held captive
In gaining self pride in own works
Building idols with own hands
To worship themselves or things to parrish
For you have brought awareness of what keeps
One captive by your arc of the covenant
Dividing the Jordan to give the whole nation access
Unto, a new land to seek your guidance
But, yet the laws written on stone of hearts
Until the day when Christ was raised
To stretch out His hands willingly
As the forever sacrifice to bring true division
That one might see that the enemy is within
To be separated by the spirit
That God might write the laws on ones mind
And place them within their hearts
No longer conforming to old things of the world
But, the renewing of the mind and heart
Receiving guidance to make a dwelling place
That God's promised spirit might reign
To give glory unto His Majestic creation
That Christ died so one might receive
An eternal inheritance that shall withstand
Raise your staff and stretch out your hand over the sea to divide the water so that the Israelites can go through the sea on dry ground.
Exodus 14:16 NIV
The priests who carried the ark of the covenant of the Lord stopped in the middle of the Jordan and stood on dry ground, while all Israel passed by until the whole nation had completed the crossing on dry ground.
Joshua 3:17 NIV
Just as Moses lifted up the snake in the wilderness, so the Son of Man must be lifted up, that everyone who believes may have eternal life in him.”
John 3:14?-?15 NIV
For the word of God is alive and active. Sharper than any double-edged sword, it penetrates even to dividing soul and spirit, joints and marrow; it judges the thoughts and attitudes of the heart. Nothing in all creation is hidden from God’s sight. Everything is uncovered and laid bare before the eyes of him to whom we must give account.
Hebrews 4:12?-?13 NIV
Form:
You grieved his soul when you stormed out that day;
Such vitriol re-echoed in your wake.
To spurn a father’s love and walk away
Was more than his poor aching heart could take.
You squandered his benevolence in vain
For passing pleasures brought no lasting joy,
Regarded his wise counsel with disdain
A libertine existence to employ.
And yet he always spoke of you with love
Forgiving your imperious self-pride,
You were the vulture, he a turtle-dove
Hoping with fervent prayer you’d turn the tide.
Your name was murmoured in his parting sigh;
How tragic that you never said good-bye.
30/08/18
'Sour grapes contest' sponsored by Mark Massey
September Premiere 2018,Any Form,Any Theme,Upto A Max Of 20 Lines Poetry Contest sponsored by Brian Strand
Surrounding me with endless love
Beauteous buds ! Roses are red
A remarkable aura - brilliant
The inner self - me - radiant
Self love, self respect, self pride
And my self esteem - well bred
I also quote - "How do I love thee?
Like the warmth of the sun nurturing
Like the twinkling pregnant stars shining
Giving birth to the muses a maiden
Dancing with the notes and the cleft
Love songs - singing - I listen
Positive influence thou then shall glisten
Be it be may - my space - a beautiful place
Inner beauty let it shine - let it glow
Like casting a shadow in the snow
Twinkle ! With a wink of the eye
I blink ! I see - the beautiful imagery
Personality plus! I then endeavor
Endless love - my space a pretty place
Aligning Jupiter with Mars - peace
"Harmony and Understanding" therefore hence
It's not only me - or just me
It's me ! This is who I am
And like Tears in the Clouds . it's cloudy
Some really truly never appreciate or see
This beauty in my soul - I recognize
That the buds brought out in me
Hark ! I say - You discourage ways
Yes indeed with your own personalty
I reckon my space i then endure
Continues to still flourish - beauteous
I too cultivate the weed - sunny days
“we woke up early one morn, ego shorn
it felt as though we were in form reborn
nodes within stirred, boundaries blurred
our head and heart, with love concurred”
(line of inquiry)
Tears fell upon a senseless blank page,
as self-pride suppressed dark vents of rage.
We become silent when words don't engage,
until we are touched by verses from a sage.
Some arrive as a mentor with a mystic gaze,
save us from being misplaced in ego's maze.
As silver serpent skin begins to shed,
we learn to walk a path where the sincere tread.
With poetic expression a tale adorned.
In the early dawn ink's ego was torn.
Quill's rebirth reflecting a radiant sunrise,
evolved the mind to portray sapphire skies.
An alchemist's heart spoke of love's sweet strings.
A melody mutating like butterfly wings.
Vanity cast away, as a cold heart warmed.
A rhapsody of roses with white petals formed.
Emotions weaved words through the veil of time,
in a fusion of metrically composed rhyme.
With each beat, a rhythm of stanzas poured.
In the canvas of life a masterpiece concurred.
In union, poetry whispers through the air,
cosmic swirls only honest poets share.
As ego dies, speech become a divine exchange.
Souls ignite when toxic thoughts begins to change.