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God, who never gives us more than we can bear…will always make a way for our over-whelmed souls to find relief. Amen. And we press-on.
He said…
he awoke…to find…
Tears…
streaming… his face
and wondered, but
even more than that…
yearned…to recall
the dream? the vision…?
that place…
Where his…
well-built, secure…
impenetrable …dam
which received and harnessed
the compiled agony…of
all…digested pains…
all his life…
had begun to …fissure.
Tears…
from sleeping eyes…ran…
free of constraint
billowing forth from pent-up…sores…
unhampered by objections
escaping from, alas…a man!
Waters…
which only once before
in his entire living
so long ago yet, while awake
…had he bore.
And…
he pressed to remember
the…local
not consciously…no, never
consciously…!
but to imagine that
unconscious moment’s ember
When God…
in His Great Mercy…reached
releasing the grievous
accumulation of cruel,
oppressive, stagnated…
waves …
ere…that which his soul
could no longer bear
…Tears
Ps 126:5, Ps 56:8, Ps 30:5
©jmsbell 9/03/22
They bumble about, free of care, wants they don't share,
For that is the true assemblage of common life,
As we amble our way, busily, though with set aims,
Our goals are never the same, yet we bumble just the same,
From here to there, seen from above, our jive hive,
Yet from below, we all know, the way to the top, by the scent,
The sweetness lies in the ascent, the laud of sweet success,
We still rumble and tumble bearing doubts about our goals,
Of our climb, at some level, did we buzz instead of, hum,
Is there a question of our ardor, have our odor turn to, stench,
Our ascent turned to descent, have we stagnated the hive,
Have we jeopardized our bumble and stumble, the top flop,
Not met half-way, we fly the course, adverse to wings,
We hover our chores diligently, making sure of our cares,
Minimize defects, maximize decency, float to our ends,
Deliveries genteel promises, sailing aloof though conscious,
Extenuate to an agreeable level, adjudicate our charges,
Stay within our averages, mindful of extremes, be balanced,
Thorough channeled laden holed existence your hive realized,
Buzz to others, sniffing scents, bumbled joy, deny not yourself.
2019 September 21
Hampered decades withered wasted
Filtered faint supposed adult phases
Thumb stuck under parental watch
Otherwise valid options squashed
Tip toe inhibit, always present parents
Lame version of living, aged thirty seven
Stagnated, restricted mentality of boy
Stranger to poinant beckon, own voice
Girlfriend experience has to be paid for
Without privacy, mature desires unable
To explore collected life's excitement
Warranted ability boxed and frightened
Nightly dinner served, bed Mum tidies
Long spanning dependance, care relying
On compassion, viewed incompetence
Spun by insulting cyclic denial's dance
Worked fifteen years for family business
Residing rent free, secure job benefits
Have a five bedroom house in next suburb
Sits always untenanted to avoid trouble
Your foresight surely conjurs panic
Soon elderly parents may not manage
Destined to remain home, become their carer
Tiny limit of terrified world takes you nowhere
Amidst the weeping rain,
the hours refuse to move
as if they feel hard to bear
everything stagnated
adding more to strain and pain.
In this pit dark new moon night
gusty winds and non stop rain
led to power off and all stand still
adding more to strain and pain
The rain with thunder
made no human voice heard
but little later a whine
adding more to strain and pain
Dogs and puppies wail
as their kennel struck with a log
rushed to pull it apart
and to part from the strain and pain.
Darkness and silence threatens
when a little sound or light is sensed
catch it, release someone
you will be relaxed.
Amidst the weeping rain,
the hours refuse to move
wait, that too will pass
hope sustains life.
In a blue sky
The sun was crying all the day
Didn't say why
Felt it hadn't had to say
Cause all the players in the play
With forgotten parts have walked off stage
Mumbling tongue twister tangled lines
Like lost Edenic fruitless vines
Lip syncing someone else's words
To where emotions become absurd
Happy madness
The path you walk is a waterway
It's a tad past
The time to roll the stone away
But you may see them with a frown
Like a painted circus clown
Facial features frozen in grotesque
Purist form so statuesque
In an eternal gaze to stare
At a lock of her serpent hair
But I've been waitin so long
So long, I've been waitin
Quite the showman
A solar eclipse cast on cue
End time's omen
Equals seats for one hell of a view
Yet you may see them with a smile
That they borrowed for awhile
But like plastic flowers on the lawn
Care not that Spring has passed on
For everyone all is the same
Stagnated without change
But I've been waitin so long
So long, I've been waitin
But I've been waitin so long
So long, I've been waitin
Yeah
I think it was a weekend night, Suddenly I got up from the bed, The doors were banging in the upstairs , I stepped down from the bed.
Rushed towards the direction, And I closed all the doors and windows, . The portico was full of tree's twigs, My car was fully covered with leaves .
The The Fengal storm began a violent dance, A nearby transformer was exploded violently, The whole area had an unexpected power cut, Darkness ruled the entire house quickly.
Rain water came into the house, I struggled to go near the bedroom, My wife slept for hours without waking, Water stagnated the whole bedroom.
I soon lifted the obese lady, And I sprinted towards the upstairs, Laid her on the bed like a baby, I never met such a night before .
Granules of recollection rub like salt
Flailing in the fog of seven years ago
Deafened by incessant frog cries
Vines dangling began attaching to each other
Drying river stagnated, slime slippery with algae
Vigorous tree growth stooped in defeat
Muddy river banks fixed my feet, prisoners
Quick sand sapped my energy, ate my memories
Spears of bygone javelin my lungs, make gasp
Emerging from the mist of six years ago
Mountain side incredibly steep left me breathless
Static crinkle hissed between my eardrums
Channels flip changed without my inference
Hard luck hollowing trunks of high altitude
Offered to swallow my past, kindly include present
Flattened cushions of childhood fights , bring distance
Spinning cartwheels into oblivion of five years ago
Faintly flickering home movies startle between grins
Marbled images depict how we were, junctions punctured
Paths deviated, split decisions, moments distilled
Bottles broken, options poured, down the sink
Faltering swell glimmers foaming overdrawn fantasies
Slices rewound reflect fleeting of four years ago
Head barely above, awash in nonsense, victim of tides
Pushed under and pulled above, or is it more apt
the other way 'round, heavy, ocean surrounds drowns
Pencil case zipper obediently conceals, shoved down
Fragmented fragrant shavings of three years ago
Greyed erasers took too much, left the wrong stuff
Coloured stubs refuse to function, shrink upon prompting
Mirror tells me glamour remains against toughest test
High eyebrows, pristine lip lustre of two years ago
Marilyn wink in the blink of camera, busy filtering truth
Tree hugging Boho took over, appealed to populus ideal
Cocaine sand between toasted toes, garland encircling forehead
Currently I'm languishing in roses
bestowed by crown of thorns
* * * * * * * *
Gaslamp, Gaslamp show me the way
inside the cave, leave me there
where I'm safe.
Ain't no debate, Gaslamp, Gaslamp.
In the way, seeing no place that
I fit in.
Blistered with Sin.
yeah...
I'm creeping again,
yeah..
I'm creeping again,
yeah.
I'm creeping again.
Gaslamp, Gaslamp in me warming
my Chi, sleeping up in the Rum and
left over Whiskey.
Stagnated. I've never been the one
to knock for help, yet here I am.
Here in my mental man,
never rising back.
Scared and afraid of just leaving
a stain, an impact on this Earth.
I need to be calm, nothing more
than the son of beauty upon the
concrete.
Am I making believe,
or does anybody care enough to
caress on my cheek?
Resting me, arresting me,
and then admitting defeat.
Am I making believe,
or does anybody care enough to
caress on my cheek?
Resting me, arresting me,
and then admitting defeat.
Beloved New Day Dawn
The sun has risen the night has flown. All but yet we acknowledge are in action are sometimes in a state of being
Stagnated I myself lack of growth was receding and development lingering procrastination of my goals. Flowing slownessly aimlessly stuck. In of not doing anything. Now He's my Father everything changed my mindset. To make things happen instead of waiting and non-reacting. All while awaiting the nudging of the higher call. I must proceed Within Me I stick I stuck myself allowing God to get me moving. I said I stand I walk now I'm walking in a new mindset I'm active and my development. Yet out of inactiveness now I'm moving toward my inside out if I am not careful I can become stagnant Spiritually but I'm delivered not to be alert in what God is doing around me. Uncertainty avoidance fear of making mistakes indecisiveness I draw on His love His power within the strong tower. I am actively not being inactive I'm walking, walking in Him further now
I must...
~Do not conform to the patterns of this world, to be ye transformed by the renewing of your mind. Then you will be able to test and approve what God's will is His good pleasing and perfect will
~He who began a good work in you will carry it on to completion until the day of Jesus Christ
~The way of the lazy man is like a hedge of thorns, but the way of the upright is a Highway
Before the future even now tween heaven while now here on terrane earth. I want to be on His Holy Highway traveling on
the Bible the gospel, Leads us to Jesus
I'm walking unto Him
Jesus paid the price for me, now I am free
HALLELUJAH! AMEN!
11/3/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2023©
Referencing
Romans 12:2
Philippians 1:6
Proverbs 15:19
Shames and insecurities
they made a game of
siring the
generations of the world
The flaw in creation
where the need
to complicate is seen
as intriguing
Which the body of the wife
is not her's alone
neither is the body of the husband
then him stagnated shall be horned
a fault in his thought pattern
she stood to hear him
defame her by using
historical references to
describe women of a loose natu
she frowned then to curse him
feeble
making references
to his lack of concern for her
and the equivalent of either is
negative to both
that they are in verse
of the union of marriage or
in verse to the coupling
of people
Belting , breathing strong
allowing the air to move through you
making it clear and harmonious
yet they wish to lack concern in
there constant need for
others to interfere in there relationship
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A brave Man and Woman stood before milion to
ask for donations
to support the church of the Cuckolder's
they hired a Band and Orchestra and
got television time on four networks..
One woman was hear saying:
"when I saw; Twigg Whogah in the front
row I knew that
both Cuckolding and Cuckqueanry were a right on
discussion!"
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