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This is the true test of faith right before my eyes,
That will take time and patience to recognize,
All worth every moment even if time is cut short,
Living in love in the present stretching loves worth,
Pain staking tears from the pit of my stomach,
Digesting all the love without making assumptions,
Trusting you Lord, you see my heart bare,
You know my desires and intentions, you brought me here,
The choice I have made with no strings attached,
Binding my heart to you, with a letter intact,
To my husband, I will give this letter in the future,
Written on the tablet through a million sutures,
The stitches from surgeries with the scars to prove,
The pain here will diminish because I love you.
A young black boy stands at the border of a dream and reality.
In his hand he holds a peach, half orange, half red.
The kind that tastes sweet when you bite into it.
The kind that punctures and bleeds if you hold it too tight.
At times, it reminds him of home. Other times.
The darker side of what he sees when he steps outside,
laws, invisible borders, even police that don’t remember his name,
but remember what he looks like. The color of his skin.
He takes a bite of his peach. Its juice fills his mouth.
Some runs down to his shirt. Sweet as the parts of freedom
that we were promised to have but not allowed to taste.
As he stands outside his house,
he remembers what his father used to tell him.
“Take your time and savor every moment. Don’t eat until you’re completely full.”
Just enough satisfies your hunger.
He takes another bite, sitting on the front porch.
He sees the police ride past him,
eyeing him until they were out of sight.
He takes another bite, seeing the world as a giant prayer
begging to be answered.
A man walks down the street
covering his mouth as he coughs.
The rest of the neighborhood kids play down at the other end of the street.
After he finishes his peach, he rolls the pit of the peach around his mouth,
savoring the rest of the juice trapped inside.
He knows that some promises aren’t meant to be broken.
But just like his peach,
there is no border between being small and fragile
neither is there between when the sun rises and when it falls.
The police ride past him again,
this time asking him where he lives.
The pit sours in his mouth.
Ripping my sanity
Here in the pit of a sanctified cavern
Darkness invades every pore of my soul
Grasping at walls made of stone, cut and jagged
Tearing my flesh as my fingers inscroll
Carving a poem of granite intentions
Phrases of love fall as dust to the floor
Evidence trailing in breaths hardly reasoned
Nothing to rhyme as I lose so much more
Drowning in questions while heavens are bleeding
Puddles of crimson abound at my feet
Shoveling dreams in a creviced delusion
Sunk in the mud till I can not retreat
Loneliness shouts in the stillness demeaning
Echoing chambers deplete in my heart
Calling my name which I now have forgotten
Ripping my sanity cleanly apart
Clutching my hands of the blisters now forming
Pain wreaks its havoc beneath severed skin
This is my fate, an abyss never fading
Bring on the end for I’m lost once again
Loosely inspired by Anne Marie Coreggia’s poem “Timeless Cave”
https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/timeless_cave_903493
I am never intimidated,
or resticted testifying
on Your behalf, but always
courageous and motivated
to let others know in verse
the distorted shunned truth.
Numerous tendencies
and inclinations due
to imperfections weaken
the faithless soul
and the erring spirit.
My supplication to the Almighty
is to live a purposeful, tranquil life
and the same blessing
I ask for my loved ones;
I pledge a deeper respect
for my parents and superiors,
especially for mother
who has guided me
half-way to Paradise
through her daily examples and
inspirational prayers.
I am easily prone to fall into the pit of sin
and into the grievous negligence,
but with the wisdom the Bible givs:
I can rest assured that no harm
I will ever encounter while living.
My supplication to the Almighty
is to never let the sharp swords
of the unbelievers pose a threat
and stop the warm bloodstream
in this body beautified by Him.
I supplicate the God of David
to whom he dedicated wonderful verses
of humility, faith, wisdom, and virtue
to preserve all thoughts in the hearts of men
when they are faced with the dilemma of choices;
they will perceive that without God's guidance
they will drown in a sea of lust and greed.
IN HELL WITH NO COOL WATER
An Old & New Aged ***** Spiritual
by James Edward Lee Sr.
It's hot all over and I'm so thirsty
It's hot all over and I'm so thirsty
It's hot all over and I'm so thirsty
OH! brother won't you give me some
Won't you please give me some
Mercy Lord have him give me some water on the tip of his thumb
I did not repent, nor did I mean it
I fell to shame and sin
Got thrown in the pit, was condemn
Now fires all around me
Been sentence for eternity
OH! Lord it's hot down here, God please help me
It's hot all over and I'm so thirsty
It's hot all over and I'm so thirsty
It's hot all over and I'm so thirsty
OH! brother won't you give me some
Won't you please give me some
Mercy Lord have him give me some water on the tip of my tongue
My body sweating, burning, never consuming
Constantly raging, a blazing on fire
Gnashing itching my skin burning
Painfully paining ever, ever on and on forever more
Lord please cool me down sent a cold artic breeze
Father I'm so sorry stop me from burning up, please;
My eternal life is over because I disobey
Should have repented, turned around before I death day came...
It's hot all over and I'm so thirsty
It's hot all over and I'm so thirsty
It's hot all over and I'm so thirsty
OH! brother won't you give me some
Won't you please give me some
Mercy Lord have him give me some water on the tip of his thumb
1/17/18
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2018, 2023
Arranged music by Alivea Mutty ©2023
Lucifer laughs in their atonement.
Heckling his own cackling,
impossible to hide his unimaginable merriment.
The Anti-Saviour, savoring every last bit,
his eyes teary.
Of his satire, the play by play,
holding the pit,
of his aching stomach, adding savoir faire,
mixed with old Saint Nicks way.
Lucifer stops to sip a smoothy sarsparilla.
Savagely mocking the scene,
popping up his drink umbrella,
with eyes crossed and ablaze.
"This is neverending!" he gleams.
No remorse, for the Ultimate Sin.
To God, never a thought.
"Ever defiant to what once was, given you"
By your own venom-
You thumbed your nose, loving loves life-not.
So in venom is how you'll be,
in Hell's ice box.
Ransom from the Pit
I’ve bled my dues in shadows deep,
The scrolls are signed, the records kept.
In my fist, the iron key bites
A jagged tooth to unlock the light.
Behind me, five small shadows tread,
Their ransom paid in sweat and dread.
I’ve bought their breath, I’ve cleared their debt,
To cheat the flames of the Hinnom pit
That they may never taste the smoke,
Or wither beneath Gehenna’s yoke.
After their deaths they were being held in the spiritual realm awaiting judgement. Cannalo, bora, and buree.
Marcus the Hells keeper was interviewing them and showing sympathy, he told them that they were in debt and had to pay.
All they had to do was lock the door their grandad opened with the key when they earned it. Canalo suggested Marcus and her get together and torture her sister who was still alive and to throw her in hells deepest pit. She wasn’t going to lock any door so her alive sister could live.
What cannolo did was make a dash for the keys Marcus was holding. She also grabbed his light pen. From there Marcus stood back and witnessed her actions.
They overpowered Marcus and stole valuable items from behind the door and started using the power they gained.
Marcus left them to it. Meanwhile they did rituals to throw the sister in hell even though she was alive. Darkness entered her life.
So, Marcus had to intervene and tell the sister to pay her way to get out.
The sister obeyed and paid and locked the door. In the final hours of the sister leaving, they made the daring jump to run away through the door but broke all their bones as it was the spiritual realm and no soul can walk the earth. They fell flat on their faces.
And they turned into piles of salt.
Depression
Laughter abounds, but I cannot hear. Revelry overflows, but I cannot see. As the curtain of darkness falls, it’s icy embrace fills my mind with trepidation and loneliness. Like an empty eggshell, my existence has been separated from contentment and intention.
My soul begins to fall into the pit of obscurity and anguish, and in a vain attempt, I grab for the sides, only to plunge deeper and deeper. Memories of the past have diminished, and my future has no meaning. I feel nothing less than contempt for my being, just a shadow of my forgotten past.
Light has absconded from my life, leaving nothing but the blackness of despondency. It’s a lonely road I’ve traveled so many times, a road that seems to have no end. But I will continue on for the ones who need me the most. The futility of perseverance is my only option.
V.M. Tackett
Joseph the son of Jacob and Rachel by his own brothers he was betrayed
a young man with a gift of dreams whom they threw in a pit and wanted to slay
they were jealous of their father's affection for him and his gift from God
they couldn't understand the nature of his calling nor the compassion he had in his heart
not many people get it when they meet a person who possesses a godly perception
many are somewhat envious while other tend to take an exception
but to be a dreamer to be anointed with that special gift
with the ability to help others spirits to be lift
to dream during the good times as well as the bad
to dream no matter the situation be you happy or sad
to dream as an encouragement to others even when you're down and low
to dream to let that gift from God in you continue to flow
most dreamers are visionaries who have experienced some sadness in life
most dreamers are able to see beyond humanity and into the heart of Christ
and even when they've been cast down they will lift their eyes to the hills
and no matter the circumstances they know to trust in the Lord God's will
a victory for a visionary, a victory from God's righteous plans
the providential mercy and grace which come from His omnipotent hands
from the pit to the palace, from the ravine to righteousness
Joseph sought no revenge nor displayed any bitterness
Joseph had an opportunity to ruin his brothers but he understood his role
he was a gifted dreamer entrusted with a godly perception entrenched in his soul
so no matter what folks put you through God can turn the tide
for vengeance is the Lord's so put your grievances to the side
Joseph forgave his brothers' betrayal and he lived to tell the tale
and despite all the hardships he suffered his life turned out quite well
so if you find yourself in a pit situation or you're feeling pitiful about your life
know there's a victory for a visionary if you follow the teachings of Christ
So many billboards placed around you
and the trailer played in your head time and time again.
But denial disguised himself as belief
while it stood as your counselor
to think a Bull will someday become a Lion.
No one has hit perfection
and no one ever will do so
but there are wrongs worth of great attention
and some turn-offs worth judging.
You stick around with your own created glue
then you alone can liquefy its sew.
How long would it take
to read the writing from a board
and marker with the same colour?
To see how nature forms dry waters?
To hope for physic’s invention of hot ice?
Or test the reality of a black leaf?
Zero billion, a million more times is still zero.
That is how it is if you try
imposing faithfulness on a man with a boy’s heart.
Think of the possibility of a celibate Casanova
and know the exact depth of the pit you’ll land into