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With full apprecation of all thing concidered.
In respect to all that are involved..
Its defintion becomes it reason to exsist.
To grow from the seeds: which harvested
shall be fruit to nourish, and seed again for
it's future.
We those who see these things done, now
look to create and establish this day,
the means and ways to create.
The creation of this new entity from these
new begannings. This new Entity from this start.
For thoise who wish to chore and labor. In the industry
from the support of this company,
shall do so as employees.
Some with stakes: as stakeholders and visionaries.
Some as emoyees: but all together
as members of an enitity who
wishes to change the world with the influence of creation.
Standing on the surfaced plain, stacking the walls,
and roofing the the show. Doers of works.
Research, development, rehearst,
and displayed.
"Addio Padre, Addio Padre!
Soo right, Soo, Right
ah ooh redition
Publlic presentation
addio
Padre, So right , so right!:"
Collabarations and demostrations.
In the styles of now and future.
To influence the ulture it shall create.
In recreation and creation.
With the emphasis on creation
Showcasing talents, contracting events.
Catering to the many who like what we do
and those who wish to inspire change
by research and development.
Standing topside
looking
to other venues and helping
contract business for the need
of effeincancy.
Methods and strategies:
influencing and making
new fusions in all genres, where
the opendoor
will allow new people
as consumers followers
and business oppurtunites.
Job creations in temoray and perminat positions.
Learning how to teach people to do things our way
mifght we learn to adapt to do things your way.
Ladies and Gentlemen we
Now introduce you too
Trends Elegant
The crimping edges of fashion.
Auditions for the new Orcheastra,^0 peice. Singers both male and Female
Lead singers and Background Vocalist.
all types of musicains welcomed.
Both Traditional and Folktype.
We will work together
to create a modern sound.
To move, groove,dance,
or just good ole
foot tapping music.
Creation of Audiences using Demographic Targeting.
Music, Food, Fashion and Design.
Sports Wrestling.
A world: with A world.
Championed as Best.
Courtesy of I wanna Sing this One Music Company.
When an angel would flow into our breath
That golden moment seldom we can know
Whenever that sublime sunrise occurs
A happiness glow builds its nest on our face
The police sergeant was controlling traffic
In spite of green signal he suddenly stopped all cars
Grin surfaced on the initially annoyed drivers
The sergeant walked an old man across the road
The teacher loved his pupil's mother
Her husband asked her to sleep with him
Looking into her eyes in question he said
The cancer patient is on the verge of death
A couple of days back I lost my purse
With two debit cards along with PIN record
I lost my balance of mind in a trauma
All advised me to report it to the police station
I was about to drive for the station house
A domestic aid appeared like an angel
With the purse in hand and smile on his face
I had dropped it when alighting from the car
Rain clouds lodge in certain souls' DNA
At the slightest heat and dust of exigency
Pearl like drops of pink and green empathy
Moisten their heart towards a rose garden
Out of the blue sometimes a golden hand
Warmly holds your anxious palm in sweat
Reassured you look with green gratefulness
Like a full moon a random help has walked in
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09/02/2017
scornful, abusive
you speak, treat with disrespect
giving cause offense
rude cause of my face
called me names, other than James
defame militate
it’s cause my skin brown
bad-mouth cast aspersions on
this went on and on
nineteen seventy
disparage, jailed in small town
cause my step-brother
tried to steal rifle
from off a Gun store wall yes
I was innocent
was called everything
from N**ER, yawh, boy nobody…
I sure was insulted
all but child of God
prejudice and rage surfaced
never ask my name
below the Mason
Dixon Line in a small town
I was just INSULTed
10/25/19
Written by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©
Written for NORTH OMAHA WRITING GROUP (NOW)
Wip writing assignment
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Nickles, dimes
Fizzle, falter
As if
A magician
Mystically zapped
Finances
Whoa!
A problem
Surfaced
Frantic
Emotions
Preside, percolate
The power of prayer
Calms
Takes control, remains
Written: 12/14/2022
Isaiah 41: 10-15
Isaiah 41:10
New Living Translation
10 Don’t be afraid, for I am with you.
Don’t be discouraged, for I am your God.
I will strengthen you and help you.
I will hold you up with my victorious right hand.
Just hit with some anxiety when dealing with inflation.
Form: Yalto
NEVER imagined such treasures I'd find
OF this one thing I am certain
THERE was something massive beneath the surface
HEAVENLY places are often hidden in humble places
I sat at a table and talked about this, that, and the other
NOTHING prior had taught me the power of nothingness
GOD alone can make something out of nothing at a men's breakfast
NEWLY discovered fortunes surfaced from deep within our souls
EACH week we met to talk about anything, but nothing in particular
SOMETIMES it pays to stop the plan, stand down, and settle in
SINCE discovering such nothingness, I'm a richer man.
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Yes, I affirm, I have seen God
But He appeared and then disappeared
This knowing that transcends mind, left me awed
But until what’s imbibed is assimilated, by fears I’m seared—Unseeking Seeker
Espied my footprints in desert sands, longing to encounter Him in the Holy lands
Vision Cinematic once upon a time suspended from Homers stauros—a sign?
Hither poet ere Christ what visions may he have come across, perchance mine?
Ever adorning this landscape eternal, reborn and risen to us in the season vernal
Cedar beam deeply implanted into arid barren beach no protectorate of Rome
Crimson robe flows about His loins as I peer down from up on high Shalom
Seashore I’ve known since childhood’s joy so rare hence my vision surfaced there
Vision Cinematic once upon a time, from above the clouds I glimpsed a slaying
Azure sky morphs bright sea breeze upon His bleached dry raven locks swaying
Perhaps the Holy Land now rendered elusive I shall grasp my vision conclusive
In conclusion equate a temporary optimistic life, possibility is where I dwell in
For fear of the Old barbate God, His hell is patient, awaiting, we who know sin
The Almighty all-knowing sees all, whilst on His thrown, Lily White glowing thru
Tell me, is the God of Old Testament different from the God of the New?
Heaven's sake, why go in reverse, for this a mythic trap, a route traverse
Wrestling with their own faith, they’re serving The Book of Skaith
Erosion of civil liberties, fueling genocide and weakening sovereignties
Dear Lord, if this is what art thou to those on the face of thy side?
Let it be I won’t reside, search then I will, new platforms where I may hide
A vision once upon a time, Cinematic of what images were to me familiar
But now the path is clearer, love’s the only answer in a world abound with failure
It sticks to grey matter,
and membranes
where a porous unmindfulness
turns like a glitter-ball
reflecting and repeating.
It fills hotels or continents
infecting all with an
unquestioning acceptance.
Restroom walls
reveal collective urges.
Once while snorkeling
in the Mediterranean,
I surfaced only to find the waves
full of jellyfish.
They did not sting
but I felt translucent tentacles
downloading their wet dogma
into my persona.
Back on the beach
after their probing’s,
I heard the sunlight talking
directly to my skin.
It said:
don't listen to the jellyfish.
A fallow season a time of trivial hungers
that gnawed like a hypocrites prayer.
It was a Wednesday, or one of those days
with sorrow sewn into it like a prison blanket.
He had been unlocked like a gulls beak
his cry screeched from decades of dust.
“My ghost is in your body Beloved,
no one sees our earth;
the sunset and the ocean
fall into each other this way.
Death me in your moment my love.”
An imago had surfaced,
an image joined to something
he once passed through or touched
or noticed not with his eyes.
Under his skin, he pours stars
black stars, bright stars
the living and the dead are him.
“Death me, as I stand, sit, or sleep,
plant your prayers deep into my emptiness,
drug my senses with yours,
dance me with your insatiable desires,
drag me up, drag me into
this dazzling death by light.”
With gentle words and steady hands
her work is filled with love
She meets the tasks her role commands
then soars so far above
With rows of little desks and seats
and number charts displayed
Each morning, with a smile, she greets
her class of second-grade
Her walls adorned with works of art
to boost her student's pride
She navigates each youthful heart
with kindness in her stride
She shapes young minds like gentle streams
with lesson plans laid well
Encouraging their goals and dreams
so they feel proud to tell
She walks the line of soft and firm
and always lends her ear
The bonds instilled outlast each term
her promises, sincere
She plants the seeds from in her room
and sparks the thoughts that soar
And when we watch our children bloom
It's her, we're thankful for
This praise stems from a heart that knows
with witnessed truths compiled
Among those tiny desks in rows
of students, sits my child
My little girl began the year
consumed in her self-doubt
With pain behind each hidden tear
that surfaced and poured out
This teacher came to quickly see
and even quicker, act
She made it her priority
to fully grasp each fact
She built her up and gained her trust
that shell began to crack
Then, from each crack, it turned to dust
her confidence came back
She stood a source of hope and light
determined to revive
Reminded her she's rare and bright
I watched my daughter thrive
The heroes walking in school halls,
are saving ones they teach
The depth of thanks for which this calls
mere words could never reach
I remember a time when I surfaced to breathe
and the air outside was as pure as can be
I remember a time when life was so simple
that the stars in the sky were all full of twinkle
The world changed volte-face and I lost my pace
the tea cups were bare and Alice was spent
I searched for my dreams with mad discontent
as the moon in the sky turned to concrete cement
One summer day the tea party ended
and needless to say I lost the gold key
Into the cave I fell and I fended
as the sun without light held nothing for me
I remember a time when freedom was mine
without the amends, I never consigned.
December 20, 2021
Sponsor Edward Ibeh
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