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Friends “made in heaven”
Here we all gather
With the blessings of our father
On this After Death Communication board
Where all share grief and discord
We cannot hold each other hands
Yet we all take the stand
In being loving and supporting
Like members of a big band
We cry, we laugh, we love, and pray
Understanding grief is here to stay
We understand words of comfort
We understand we will not be led astray
So, whenever you feeling gloomy and sad
And grieving the loss of a loved one
Search,.. After Death Communications Prayer Wave A place where support and love is done.
Written by Mintra J Mankasingh May7/10
Form:
The uk is guilty too
Stop hiding behind America
You were involved too
It's time for you to take the stand
Reveal the blood on your hands
Accountability is calling your name
America can't take all the blame
When it was them who followed your lead
Joining the slave trade from your influence
Don't hide behind black American history
When you have black history of your own
Centuries of history condensed all into one
In a textbook written in lies and cowardice
Erasure of pain that could testify against your guilt
History books written with whitewashed ink
Don't feign innocence
And don't feign guilt
Your plan to cower in the shadows
And try to run from what you did
Does not absolve you from blood spilt
When you were the ones who tipped the bucket
Your covert operations are not secret anymore
When the deeper we look the worse the horror
Of what our ancestors had to endure
An island of secrets yet to be explored
You can't keep hiding forever when they turn up on shore
From race riots to Bristol bus boycotts
The erasure of black soldiers
And the Bristol slave ports
The secrets you try to keep are in storage no more
Silence isn't your friend
It will hold you accountable
The many crimes you have committed against black people
Your ignorance will be your downfall
Your island maybe small compared to the rest of the world
But your crimes will be indicted in the court of law
Your punishment a cage with no doors
Since you like to hide history your freedom will be no more
I am the suspect in my own murder trial
Every detail is written in the files
A little girl at the lake
A tragic mistake
Or a daunting overtake
So when I'm on that stand I ask if I can lie
If I can protect what's inside
I know my choices were mine
But in the back of my mind
There is a voice
Who says I had no choice
I had to let her go
I had to take control
And the judge is granting no parole
I am the monster I created
Her blood is on my hands
As I take the stand
I try to explain
I had to hide her from the pain
She ran and hid
And somewhere deep within something changed
Something rearranged
I lost my mind that day
As you do when you lose something
you replace it
But it doesn't feel the same
The memories are gone
The ugly and the found
Her body at the pond
I hear the gavel bang
And those church bells rang
And I knew my sentence was due
And I knew
I knew I killed me too
I am the suspect of my own
Of the murder in my home
I took an oath
A beacon of hope
Some form of relief
Buried in the grief
I had attended my own funeral
I was the only person there
The only one to care
And as she was buried
All the weight that she carried was on my back
The memories of the silent battle
And the brutal attack
Put me behind bars
If I escape I won't get far
My face is in the news
They solved all the clues
The puzzle of my brain
The sense and the insane
A Jane Doe on death row
Is all I'll ever know
Because the method of murder
Is like being a sheep herder
Tying all the loose strands and lying on the stand
I know she had to leave
But part of me doesn't believe
Murder is never justified
If the victim didn't commit a crime
But her grave is in my head
My hands all red
I had left her for dead
BECAUSE YOU LOVE ME BEAUTIFUL
1.)Try I confess that I am blessed;
You call me a witness;
O' Love there's no distance;
To keep a love soul-sweetness ;
Because you love me.
Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah because you love me beautiful
I am Our Father's son;
And in that I'm an encouraging one;
Together you and the Father, jointly both call me beautiful;
Because you love me, beautiful!
2.)There's a love here that transcends time; Distances you call me a witness (i'm yours, you're mine;)
Guilty of Loving you I'll take the stand;
I'll be your man;
They'll I be on trial;
and in a court of love;
I'm judged guilty I am Our Father's son;
And I love you so, I'm your personal encouraging one Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah because you and our Father love me jointly because you
5/13/25
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.2025
Because you love me reflection on the beauty of nature and the dawn of new hope.
Your words evoke a sense of serenity, wonder, and promise, highlighting the majesty of the natural world.
- *Nature's beauty*: "The voice that haunts the quiet still mediocre Salem Hills the mountain screams loud the valley"
- *Hope and promise*: "Hope is instilled while the flowers are quite elope"
- *Serenity and wonder*: "Such is As it's so The air, skies and terrain"
Inspiring interpretations:
- Your poem encourages readers to reflect on the beauty of nature and its ability to inspire hope and wonder.
- It reminds us that even in quiet moments, there can be a sense of majesty and awe.
- Your words inspire us to appreciate the beauty of the world around us.
Reflections:
- Take time to appreciate the beauty of nature and its ability to inspire hope and wonder.
- Consider how nature can bring a sense of peace and serenity to your life.
- Remember that the natural world has the power to evoke strong emotions and inspire creativity.
Scriptural reinforcement:
- *Psalm 19:1*: "The heavens declare the glory of God; the skies proclaim the work of his hands."
- *Psalm 104:24*: "How many are your works, Lord! In wisdom you made them all; the earth is full of your creatures."
- *Isaiah 55:12*: "You will go out in joy and be led forth in peace; the mountains and hills will burst into song before you, and all the trees of the field will clap their hands."
(A flower in my garden)
Beautiful to the naked eye, yet growing at the expense of tears, From a fountain of overdue languish, watering down the seeds of regret.
Surprisingly, the passion to garden these flowers, a never-wilting will.The prickles, a subtle reminder of how painful caring is.
(I will be your helper)
An acclamation that never materialised.
I have been made a slave with a twisted spine and broken back, carrying loads of promises that never conceived.The help, a promise of a sun in winter.
(I will fight for you)
A proclamation of shadows on a cloudy day.
I have stood in rings of unwarranted bouts, an amateur boxer, taking on heavy uppercuts for being the bigger person and facing my demons head-on. Cheering on in the corner, the silence of a fighter that never was.
(Through trials and tribulations)
I take the stand as the accused, defending the honour for the accused, fighting the unfound litigation before the court of validation.
A suspect, suspected of heinous crimes that only the accuser derives from a vacuum of evidence.
(You are the food to my soul)
The culinary artistry of continental dishes I have been known to dish, Only but a paradox of "Gandhi" feasting his appetite to freedom.
The frailty of the soul that lingers, a clear manifestation of an ungrateful "viscera."
(You are the spark that ignites my desire)
The ignition that bore more than desire.
I sit comfortably, inhaling the smoke from the fires of constant outrages unleashed.
The spirit to quench down the blaze, are but tales of a ghost fire-fighter.
Listening to my intuition,
Learning to condition an urge,
To Overindulge and splurge,
My emotions surge,
I search for courage,
The bulge getting bigger,
One thought pulls the trigger,
Digging another hole,
Rolling along whole,
Trolling my self worth,
Magnificent at birth,
I was pushed in the dirt,
All of life seemed to hurt,
Now I'm burnt to a crisp,
Whispers of a better day,
Try to brighten my day,
I listen to what they say,
Playing along the best I can,
Patterns take the stand,
Stranded in the loop,
Swimming in comfort soup,
Stooping down a level,
Visiting my Devil,
Reveling in the wonders,
The pleasure brings thunder,
It's a spell I'm under,
Plundering wisdom for my soul,
It was taking a toll,
Had full control,
So I roll along knowing I'm whole,
No , now it would not matter if you would take all the blame ;
Ohh ! you would not do that , it's just my dream .
Yeah , it could possibly be that I lit the flame ;
But, don't lie , you also took advantage of the light beam .
I would rather stay silent then stop you from going ;
If that's what makes you happy , I am happy too .
Though I'm not ; I wouldn't extinguish the fire glowing ;
So you could let the blame to me and live your happy life through .
I won't utter a word , even though I have a song to sing ,
Good bye , my dear fellow , live a life of your dream .
I'll let the autumn come and let go of the spring ,
No tears , just a smile , let me let the silence scream.
Ohh ! you are going to a world we both had planned ;
Nontoxic , sweet and better than ours ,
I'll take the blame , I'll take the stand ;
Silence for a minute and crying for the next thousand hours .
Ohh ! goodbye dear best friend , or former to be precise ;
If that world ever haunts you , come back to this ghost .
I promise , next time , I'll be sweet and nice ;
For now goodbye , I'll miss you the most . <3
I missed the deadline for the contest
however
never is it late to write an entry or of horses
the entry below is my dedication to secretariat
in my opinion is and always will be
the notable horse
thank you
"the notable horse"
it matters not no one knows
it matters that all understand
understand you are the best
greater than those before you
superior to those who follow
follow but fall short of
is it seen how you proudly stand
is it known for you are a child
a child with an exceptional soul
I know and understand it all
how you command how you lead
lead us to a world like no other
some say you were born small
others say you rose from the start
the start of birth to victorious reign
overwhelming such thoughts of you
the little horse with a huge heart
a heart who said I think I can and did
to date no other can take the stand
for any such comparison is pale
pale because no other rises as you
stories live with historians and lovers
they shine forever bright with followers
eternally you remain the notable horse
SkyWatcher
10-15-21
What is going on in his mind? Sometimes he breaks down and cry, what is going on in his mind? he was a champion before he dies.
His strong arms and flexible muscles powered the ball in the hole and the dimension from which the ball fell bring smiles to his passionate soul.
He plays with his heart, mind, body and soul and his youthful strength spread love on the field for his emotion was real. His shots are accurate, and his timing is right he is good at what he does, and his life is a complete sacrifice.
I saw him warming up on the field, but something must have broken his zeal, he was practicing for the biggest match of his life and all of a sudden, he breaks down and cry, he couldn’t get the grip on the swing and the balls fell outside of the hole and his ego fell very low.
The morning pushes him slowly along the grassy path with hope printed on a list and life shines brightly through the dark forcing him to confront himself; and bring out the joy from within.
I see him reaching inside trying to extract something from the marble tile and it is the stubborn part of him that never dies.
The power in his swing and the stride in his feet forces him to take the stand and go where his own heart leads; what is going on in his head; nobody knows but the players are joining the line to have a last glimpse of him.
I can feel the heat penetrating my feet while courage struggle underneath the earth and the sun burns mountainous hill forcing everyone to keep still, the field come alive with musician and spectators lining up, side by side and the orchestra is heard all over the place
.
What is going on in his mind? He is making plans for a big surprise, but something suddenly caused his temperature to rise, and he changed his mind; he starts pacing all over the floor, walking from door to door.
He went back on the field and makes the last swing with strong hearts and a unified mind; he finally gets over the finishing line and that was the last time I heard of him.
A habit can be corrected but a blatant crime is sin and so a guilty verdict has done the traveler in.
So, they say that you kill a man with a pillar and saucepan
The witness was clear for he saw you coming from over there
You enter through the back door with a claw bar and drill
You broke off the lock and make your way in from the back
You enter the bedroom and strangle him in his bed
Then you use the sauce pan and sever several blows to his head
And in second my next-door neighbor was dead.
The evidence is clear,
that you were the only person that went over there…
Your fingerprint is all over the place,
and your DNA is floating everywhere.
You kill the man, didn’t you?
Yes! you kill the man for a single pair of shoes,
for it is the only golden shoe; it is the only one of its kind,
and it was a gift from a friend of mine.
Your honor the evidence is strong
and he is the only witness that will take the stand
It was a deliberate and calculated murder
For the camera captured every bit of it
And the judge will now read out the verdict.
I watched him staring in the sky
Without a single remorse in his eyes
It was extremely clear that the verdict was coming from the air
The entire place was still
and you could hear a pin drop on the ground
while destiny loiters around
Count one guilty
Count two guilty
Guilty on count three
Guilty on count four
Count five guilty
There was no jury in the box
The verdict bellows through the clouds
As it made as it made its way into the
Freighted crowd sitting in the courthouse
Everyone looked up at the roof
to see what was passing through
but the voice filters out into thin air
and they chain him onto the mystical chair.