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i have not ideal
where to start
but if there be
i'll find the key
to your heart
if buried under
Saharan sand
i'd sift the grains
between my hand's
seperate searched
from unsearched sand
continue my search untill
i hold it in my hand
for determined i am
determined i am
to search desert sand
to prove i am a man
to make you understand
that you are part of my plan
most men search
for riches and gold
but i search for you
in summer heat
or winter cold
for you i have
this bravery
for you i am
so bold
to walk
the distance
to spend the hours
to rescue you from
witches tower
and carry you away
i can not flee
the spell of you
being the one
my sprit choose
Saharan sand
seems a small
part of the earth
for such a great thing
i'd search the whole
world
God made covenant with Adam
Be fruitful and multiply and have dominion
But he broke the pact with one act
God made covenant with Noah
He would never again flood the Earth above the highest peaks
God made covenant with Abraham
His decedents numbered as the sands of the seas
God made covenant with Moses
What God expected of us when we entered
into the promised land
guided by His hand
God made covenant with David
God would establish the bloodline of which
our Savior would emerge
entering the world in a time of scourge
The New Covenant puts God's laws in our hearts
Provides repentance and acceptance
Although all along from Adam through the covenants
The Ten Commandments were known and needed to be heeded
So even though the Ten Commandments were not codified
until the Exodus
God brining His people out of bondage and slavery
And the commands
Of how to conduct ourselves when God reveals
His truths and commands
To all the peoples and all the lands
The Apostle James tell us that if we break one command
We are guilty of all
Here's Adam's initial sins that led to the fall:
Self love instead of loving God
Distrust, despair, pride, presumption and cowardice
He allowed Satan to get in between him and his queen
He didn't fulfill his responsibility as prophet, priest or king
He brought dishonor to The Father
Disobedience jeopardized his entering into the eternal Sabbath
and resting in The Father
He murdered billions
He didn't protect Eve
He allowed Eve to speak to the devil
He allowed Eve to steal and failed his helpmate
He became like the father of lies by failing to speak up
He coveted God's estate
We are all guilty of sins of omission and commission
We do things we shouldn't do, and don't do things we should do
Praise Jesus Christ and God's granting of repentance
That our behavior would be like our Savior, Amen
Post tenebras lux, after darkness, light
Underneath green leaves that wave at the sun,
Goes mad activity in the environs of summer!
Fuzzy rabbits hopping along sunshine bound,
Scurrying racoons-bandits off for a heist,
Bushy tailed squirrels dancing in the pines,
As fresh scent wafts through the afternoon!
Chipmunks rush to feast on the wild berries,
As violet birds are off to feast on cherries.
Chirping crickets and buzzing bees day to day,
As the earth moves round in the familiar way.
Eager frogs leap wide eyed on a vivid quest;
And blue snakes slither in the emerald bushes.
Tortoises and turtles do a slow dance with June,
As ruby-throated hummingbirds hum a sunny tune!
when my heart breaks for the morning, yet yearns for the starlit skies, I know that the music of summer is playing across my life ~ quote by poet
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Summer covers the earth in gentle flowers,
elegant buds and blooms, sunlight’s kiss devours.
Summer rains glistening dew on each petal,
while the weeds are thriving with stinging nettle.
Summer, lush and lavish, requires silent prayers,
asked by oaks and pines, whose hope never despairs.
Summer inks the page with its rhythmic embrace,
washing life in joy that darkness can’t disgrace.
Summer lingers inside, where a song repeats,
endless dreams and hopeful smiles, in her heartbeats.
Summer breathes on the night with her starry gaze,
stirring summer skies which don’t fail to amaze.
Summer, cheerful as souls who simply believe,
light clings to those who know faith will not deceive.
Summer winds burn through the edges of twilight,
singing wonders that will bring blessings so bright.
Summer, with her stunning glimpse of laughter’s flow,
ponders the tones of hope in moon’s hearty glow.
Summer, with lavish hues, tangerine and gold,
soothe away fears with light we love to behold.
Under the canopy of the silver crescent light, right before the ripe of night, basking in the mushroom embrace of twinkling stars, listening to crickets’ melancholic lullabies, before temporary death beckoned to make acquaintances, we circled around the glowing reddish and yellow flames, our ears ajar, ready to tune to the frequency of riveting wisdom transmitted through the crisp, serene evening airwaves.
The grey-haired oracle would sit on his favourite laid-back chair, ready to unscroll the scripts that would come to be the "cheat code" of life.
He was revered, an epitome of admiration and a central figure with instinctual prognosis. He would smell the rains three summers away, a harbinger that steered us clear of troubled waters.
"Let me tell you about the tale of pregnant men," he began speaking through the silence of our sheer attention.
"In a faraway land existed men, heavy-laden with self-gratification and pride.
They fed on ego, spiced with self-righteousness.
They dined and wined at the expense of those who erected the ladders for their ascension.
They spoke with twisted tongues, words that cut deeper than a surgical blade. Words that only those cut from the same cloth praised and fed as daily bread.
The ‘sword of command,’ given under the supposition that it would emancipate the chokehold on humanity and poverty, became a weapon that sliced the very strands of morality and voice of reason.
But no matter how skillful a bird is at kissing the clouds, landing is inevitable.
With time’s relentless march, they gathered at the village square with sugar-coated lips ready to tea their way up once more.
Bellies full of deceit from yesterday's promises. Wearing humbled faces, as a litmus test, to test the masses' dementia and ignorance. Expecting oranges from the lemon seeds the earth swallowed.
"If you were among the gathering, what would you have done?" he queried, soliciting our comprehension from our intrigued faces.
"Time is but cyclic in the arena of karma," he concluded, yawning his way to his chambers of dreams.
I buried the past, yet flowers still rise from the soil of forgotten memories,
Roots tangled in dreams and longings that stubbornly refuse to die,
The earth retains traces of pain, transforming suffering into petals of grace,
Even shadows need light to dance at the edge of silent brilliance.
A silent reminder—not everything that disappears is lost, not everything that haunts comes to harm,
I step forward, but echoes follow me like footprints left in the sands of time past,
Proof that I was there, that I lived and felt, that I still am, still remain,
In a world where past and present weave an eternal dance, a song of what once was.
I wish to forget, but flowers grow, living memories that bloom in the soil of my heart,
Roots stretching, binding me to moments that refuse to be forgotten, refuse to fade,
Each step forward is accompanied by the shadows of footsteps left on paths of old,
A dance between what I was and what I am, between light and darkness, between yesterday and today.
“A Flowers Wilt”
Witness the small existence
that abides the beauty of-----------
Freelancers all around,
Just to get a good look.
A baneful abrasion, the flower took
It captivates you -------------
Reels you, steals from you,
WAITING,
Until you pick the right flawless touch.
Dandelions swaying thin,
Here we fall like petals.
Ready to exploit, the beauty of-------
Inhale the fragrance,
Courtyard azure eyes,
Embarking in a wishful eternity,
A crush they become, when loveliness up and left.
A bully against arrogant threw feminine perfumed veils
Tulips waiting for the better auspicious sky
Asters claim the eclipse's,
-dinginess censors it from the brilliance of the sun.
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A lonely rose
In My Helix World-
The out-and-out are born.
Cries in the dimness,
A sweet Lotus echo
Slight yelps of agony carried off by pollen breeze.
The earth revolves to fast,
Injections of herbal essence in the wind
For a split second, we feel pixie dust
Channel the essential, it fades
Earlier beauty, calmness-
A flourish smile,
Rusk of flower, a bluebird’s bread.
Like candles and dew, they stream and limber energy
Opposing others of its humanity,
Against the command of its importance,
Pierced by its own elegance,
Thriving slowly of its own will,
A short story, gone astray!
Tonight, we plant a tree,
The Flower wilts
The gardener cries
After Cain murdered Abel, and moved to the east,
evil and violence continued and never ceased.
The devil lives in the hearts of all men.
I must tear everything down and start again.
There is only one man and his family of worth.
I shall spare them to repopulate the earth.
For forty days and nights, the rain shall fall.
The evil shall perish. The flood will drown them all.
Noah, you and your sons are skillful by hand.
You will appear strange building an ark on dry land.
Take all the animals of the earth by twos.
The hardiest that can be found you must choose.
With the strongest of wood, you shall build that great boat.
You, your family, and the animals, will be safely afloat.
Written especially for our fellow souper, Mystic Rose.
"It was 1968 the first time I've seen my father cry;
because we were at his mother's funeral
He did them shed some tears a many
It was 1974 July his wife my mom died once again;
Yet instill this is the last time I saw my father (cried) cry;
Dawns creations, Garden of Eden;
Humanity-man disobedient my heavenly Father cried repented He made man;
And it repented the LORD that he had made man on the earth, and it grieved him at his heart
God had regrets and repented about a decision He made,
and at the same time not have regrets and not repent about that very same thing
He created within Himself another Son a second Adam
“Jesus wept.” “In the days of His humanity, He (Jesus) offered up both prayers and pleas
With a loud cry and tears to the One able to save Him
From death, and He was heard because of His devout behavior
O' Glory through Jesus my Father, My God has also cried;
Yet in still I've never seen Him with my eyes Him crying;
1/24/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2022©
Love is in the air
I can smell love on flowers
I can see love in the rays that the sun shines on the earth
I find love when standing on top of the highest mountain
Love is in the air
All around me I am surrounded by love
And I wouldn’t trade the feeling for a moment
I feel love when drinking coffee
I feel love when drinking tea
I feel love when going for a run and feeling the wind on my face
Love is in the air
And it’s such a magical feeling
I feel love when boxing. There’s no better feeling then throwing punches
I feel love when creating art through textiles and panting
I feel love when baking up a storm
I feel love when listening to music
Love is in the air
And I wouldn’t trade the feeling for a moment