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Morning has broken as it has done for many years
Day to day we continue without the fear of fears
Then out of the blue their comes thoughts from long ago
Prophecies of a past, that could halt us humans flow
Tablets scribed in gold, have been uncovered in Peru
For in them they tell of the future, surrounding me and you
We await with fervour in the media, the radio and the t.v.
As I try to get my head around it, and what it means to me
The day that they speak of, it's a little over a year
Do we just laugh if off, or do the sensible in us fear
As I drive through my city, towards this impending day
The street corners start to fill, does panic have it's say
Speakers start to recite, of this doom that welcomes we
I see suicides in escalation, jumpers in front off me
Families leave their homes, for they no not where to go
Panic buying surrounds me, anarchy appears to flow
We now reach December 2012, as we gain on the scribed day
Can it be all that was written, have the ancient had their say
My eyes catch the clock, midnight is awaiting it's strike
It'll be the twenty first of December, are the Mayan scribes right
The minutes pass the hour, everything appears to be normal
Maybe the writes are fables, to them simply formal
To pacify myself, will it be the radio or the t.v.
Sometimes one has to ask oneself, to simply look and see
Visions on the screen appear, many screens my eyes do view
Reports from many countries are brought to me and you
They show events of nature, more fierce than naturally so
Rainfall in arid areas, deserts in metres off snow
The Polar ice caps start cracking, exploding ice in crying break
Mudslides now carry cities, everything caught in their wake
Bangladesh now no longer exists, the Maldives have disappeared
The Mariana Trench now starts to rise, her ridges in rampant rear
A bulletin catches my ears, Yellowstone has started to erupt
Is this what the scribes have warned of, our planet being so abrupt
A rumbling I start to feel, where I stand I feel I move
I'm in tumble across my floor, in fear of their impending prove
My apartment on the only hill, allows through my window to view
A giant fissure slices through my city, for into it, buildings spew
The free ways now broken and torn, many cars in tumbledown
From here I hear the screaming voices, I'm deafened by their drown
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Am I the only one who's feeling there is something very wrong with all of this ,
I can't seem to get anybody to listen not even when I raise my fist.
How can they not see what I see ,has everybody lost thier mind I say,
Why can't they see what it is that is making them act this way.
Have you taken a look around to see there's something that has changed,
When you look into peoples eyes Lord how you can see the rage.
No compassion for thier fellow man as if they have never ever cared,
For the future of mankind and how we all should be aware.
Saw a friend of mine the other day he was acting a little strange ,
I can't help but wonder just when , how , and who's the blame.
This power and greed is consuming us all we just can't seem to stop
Stepping on our brothers & sisters as we race to the top.
Where's the love ,the kindness ,the hope and faith we use to live by,
How we allowed ourselves to sink so low I' will never know why.
Still I will contunue to spread the word which has always been,
Be good and love one another as you are learning not to sin.
Please don't be another wreck that has been pushed to the side ,
If you' listen to the one and only word you will know why.
We will all band together so we can stand tall and free,
It is one simple word and that is love how could you nor see.
TAC
across country border the hatred games,
played with bullets for political aims,
their history, their culture much the same,
mislead, misinformed their passions aflame!
year after year, generations of blame,
their families bear same ancestral name,
history forgotten from whence they came,
venomous words preached breeding death and shame.
their forefathers fought and their fathers too,
their grandchildren fight and their children too,
old bleeding wounds never allowed to heal,
hatred handed down for future to deal!
No end in sight for foolish hatred wars,
far in to the future stretch battle scars,
innocents born across border divide
Are engulfed and lost to this evil tide!
religion, prejudice, colour and class,
walls built with ignorance are built for loss,
how do we overcome this pestilence?
with wisdom, time, goodness, resilience!
Written 19/01/2021
10 syllables each line 20 lines
wishful thinking
I wish I could be forgiven
by all those whom hate me
wishful thinking
wish I could live forever
having full assurance, now
wish I could write and sing
Now and later on
my only job in heaven
this place I wanna go
To write those songs/Psalms
I've already and will write on
Sing them to my co-creator
Sing praises to my Lord, MY GOD
Wishful thinking
tho! I no not what the future holds
I do know I acknowledge Him now
While the blood runs flow warm and red
Wishful thinking
I just a saved sinner
praying for a new beginning
wish I could write and sing
Now and later on
my only job in heaven
this place I wanna go
Wishful thinking no longer need for food nor drink
no need for the sun nor the moon
Because of Gods Mercies forgiven Grace
Shines in brilliants...
this prayer to the Lord my God is now
Father could I stand before thee now
If I could have just one job
is to write and sing Hallelujah Songs
thinking wishful
Wishful thinking
so while I'm yet here alive on top of this ole world
I just want to encourage any and everyone now with our verse
Father could I stand before thee now
If I could have just one job
is to write and sing Hallelujah Songs
thinking wishful
Wishful thinking
12/1/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©
Written for class November 27, 2019 assignment (WIPS)
North Omaha Writers Group (NOW)
Many children, likely most,
Don’t have the slightest clue
Of how their grown-up selves will be
Or what they’d like to do.
The childhood years, in school and camp,
Will open many eyes
And steer some in directions
That might startle or surprise.
Yet there are those who, very young,
Can see a waiting path,
Who know exactly what they want
And figure out the math
To get them ready to embark,
With tools that they might need,
In hopes that they will have support
And that they will succeed.
It’s satisfying when I read
Or hear of someone who
Accomplished what, in childhood,
Was the future that he knew.
I have lost friends, some by death,
others through sheer inability to cross the street,
and now, in starless nights,
when shadows embrace dreams and hopes remain suspended on the edge of an abyss of memories,
I remember their gazes, the laughter that dissolved into the air,
like eternal ghosts in an endless dance,
for every step on the deserted streets of my thoughts hides an echo of a lost voice,
a reverberation of unfulfilled desires, and in their words,
like butterflies of light, I get lost,
striking against the dark walls of my mind,
losing themselves in a symphony of silences.
Oh, how easy it is to get lost in the labyrinth of life,
to remain a prisoner of one's own impotence,
to not see the passage of time,
to not feel the whisper of the wind that brings change,
and yet, sometimes, even the edge of the road becomes an unfathomable chasm,
an invisible line that separates us from ourselves,
a gulf between "here" and "beyond",
and the street is a river, a river of existence that flows unceasingly,
separating us not only from others but also from ourselves,
under my steps, the asphalt is a canvas where the traces of ephemeral passings are painted,
a mosaic of lost moments.
The alleys of the city become the paths of my soul,
where every corner hides a story,
where each streetlamp is a fallen star,
shining only to fade,
and yet, in this bittersweet melancholy,
I find a strange beauty, a magic of loss,
where every goodbye is a new beginning,
where every end is a gateway to another world,
and in the depths of my soul,
the lost friends live beyond time,
beyond space, in a garden of eternity where the flowers of memories never wither.
I remain on the edge of this street, contemplating the infinite,
seeking my place in an incomprehensible universe,
where every step forward is a step back,
where every glance back is a window to the future,
and in this profound silence, I feel my soul rising,
crossing unseen streets, reaching lost friends,
in an eternal embrace of memories and dreams.
There is no comfort in what I do
I just choose my burdens
Learn to accept my responsibilities
Live out my life finding happiness
Where and when I am able
Will it be enough to satisfy I don't know
I do know that there will come a time
When I will find the freedom and joy I desire
Hoping for this as I have faith
God will give me what I need at the appropriate time
Will I ever be loved and cared for
As I have loved and cared for others
Only time will tell, but I will have hope
If it does not happen on earth then hopefully
It will happen when I return to God in heaven
The past is gone, the future is uncertain
Today is mine to live the best life I can
Proud in the choices I make
For myself and those around me
Do my best to keep them healthy and happy
Do I open up myself to the world
Allow myself to be hurt again and again
Is it worth the pain to have love and friendship in my life
Only time will tell, will my life be my own again, unknown
I will look to find happiness in the moments of my life
No longer planning for the future
As it will always be unknown
Life is a start and an end
With God the center of my life
All else in life is filler
So smile and enjoy your day!
Throughout the storms of life
there is one at my side
bringing peace with a whisper
making it easier to confide
What's before me I would think
the night's dark before my eyes
but faith carries me all of the way
for it's firm, on He never to sink
Be sure for certain in His hands
that's where it's safest to be
the future I certainly don't know
His ways best for His eyes do see
Remember the past and God's goodness
now I stand in Christ truly alive
to be used by Him how He decides
for Jesus took my sin, in it He did dive
The future unknown but God's not
because you know He's top form
no matter what comes my way
He can still calm my storm
( I have written this based on a song by Phil Laeger, which you can watch on the video by Phil Laeger -I'M in His Hands.)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dihH62UX42Y
The revolution of stars in the galaxy
Resembles the whirling of dreams in your heart
The unknown part of the galaxy
Symbolizes the unachievable dreams in your heart
The galaxy is the future base of mankind
And your dreams are your future life goals
The galaxy in the dark is to be conquered one day
And your dreams in the unpredictable futue are to be fulfilled one day
The galaxy is created by God
And your dreams are planned by you
Bright the galaxy bright the dreams
The galaxy fills the space with twinkling stars
And the dreams will fill your life with thrilling hopes
Maybe you'll not be alone in this life struggle
As the galaxy gifted by god
Resembling man's hopes and dreams
Is always above your head
And the dreams in your heart
Will always shine
Like the galaxy above your head
I.
They say women don’t need men anymore,
that they can have it all on their own,
feminism claims it is the future,
and that it’s contingent on me to know
that everything’s just a social construct,
there’s no difference that we cannot change,
and they go and destroy any scientist
who has the sense and courage to explain
that millions of years of evolution
imprints on all of our genetic lines,
the differences are not just skin deep,
they leave a large impact on our minds.
Even here amidst the great western world,
where there is much legal equality,
you would think we’d see a half-and-half,
but it doesn’t break that evenly.
Women rule in social science and nursing,
men dominate construction and war,
even with money for the girls in the STEM
and endless rants or manhood deplored.
And should a woman become the rare one,
strong enough to make it into combat,
she’ll be in the bottom percentile,
unable to match men’s muscle mass.
But we’re afraid to point out the difference,
though it’s been know for millions of years,
we’ve naturals strength bound to our sex,
and this now seems a fact to be feared?
But what happens to the naïve young woman
basing the whole of their future upon
a career where nature’s stacked the deck?
What will happen if we’ve got it wrong?