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the dilemma
a man walking home from work through the Olivera noticed
a group of hanged men, who when alive, had argued
about the price of aceite
The devil, that had caused this, sat on a felled tree
polishing his hoof and sharpening his scythe
The man, who was on Sundays a lay preacher, was upset
and said what the devil are you doing?
the devil stopped sharpening his scythe, lit a cigarette
the tobacco aroma was intense in the still night
having inhaled a few times and the glow of his cigarette
made mystic circles in the dark
finally, he stumped out the *** with his hoof, cleared
his throat and said:
My job is to collect the souls of those who have trespassed
broken the law of nature, alas 20.000 thousand people
of the wrong sort were killed by those whose souls I was
to collect but could not
it was pointed out to me they were God's chosen people
Therefore, beholden to a promise I had made when God and I were
carving up the world, I could do nothing
Ok, I see, but what about the men in the Olivera?
As I was walking past, they were talking about football!
Would you believe it? I told them to, go hang themselves, and they did
A scream awoke those in the churchyard,
a mad scream from the maiden lain there
From death she awoke in the dark crypt
From cold death and so full of despair.
Shrouded she’d lain ‘pon altar of bone,
So deep in her dream darkened repose,
She was startled awake by a Godly light,
Sure ‘n startled by His light she so rose.
All alone,
All alone, all alone……
Tear drenched, she ran from sanctuary,
through the church up the stairs so steep.
Stout souls who had stirred from their slumbering
Rose up and listened, as on did the fair maid weep.
She bemoaned her roaming most unbidden,
toward the curs’d cross guild of the Moon;
through ash darkened paths ‘cross the midden,
she stumbled blind ‘neath a maudlin red moon.
In awe she entered the maze full of wanderlust,
She’d trespassed though to her ‘twas unknown
“Trespasser!” screeched the mad man so feverous.
As he wildly lifted his bolt to his longbow.
“You must go, NOW!
Go now, JUST GO!”
“But where?” said the wane wandering maid.
“Where shall go, I’m so lost and so alone?”
“Just GO!” said he, raising long bow high,
“Just GO! Just GO! Just GO!”
So, she was struck down in full moons light.
like a doe had she tarried to long their;
As the fletched bolt took flight and ended her life,
in a wild torrent of her auburn brown hair.
All alone, all alone all alone……
So, forewarned be thee in the full moons light
All forewarned so thee be though alone
N’er walk thee alone in the mad Moon’s maze
Or thee’ll be raised on an alter of bone.
A dozen or so things I'd teach my guys,
school children and grandchildren likewise.
When they are young kids, I would make it plain
they’re not to be blamed for a neighbor’s pain.
Simple: no biting, no pulling hair, no hitting,
no screaming, no pinching and no spitting.
Keep your hands to yourself, unless asked,
personal space should not be trespassed.
Kind words offered in peaceful voices,
sharing delight when someone rejoices.
Go out of your way to help those in need;
return disfavor with a friendly deed.
Avoid nosing in another’s business;
when you have done wrong, you promptly confess.
The Golden Rule I would teach inch by inch
over and over, their mischief to quench.
February 10, 2023
An angel has disappeared from heaven,
From a thorough search has emerged no clue,
A rummage through the realm mortals govern
Would show the angel residing in you.
For you are suffused with a grace divine
That over land and sea cannot be found,
Endowed from birth with a temperament fine,
By the twines of a petty soul not bound.
Your face in no sullen mood ever caught,
Nor those lips will innocent smiles desert.
Your mind not trespassed by a callous thought,
Each word uttered to comfort, ne’er to hurt.
Your countenance shuns all that’s prosaic,
For in your breast beats a heart angelic.
To have lived this life I’ve led and followed, to have given, to have received, and not forgotten what trespassed, remorse has ran its course. Our ancients DNA, and futures generation from me giving way. It was what on earth I was born for. Choices have been made, patterns set, pounded dogs on obstructed pavement met, trekking through jungle’s wilds, and massive labyrinths. I am not the same as before, and possibly ever shall be again. It all seems small. A dimensional me lingers, as well it should, as a reminder of the unfree, mazed in confinements adrift. I sit in a cloud amongst the other clouds, weighing heavily, measuring my myself, maturity, legacy, releasing ego's symptoms, until I acknowledge me, [karma] slowly shall I ascend into its black hole. Set in perpetual motion, an abstract me. I look back with open eyes, wide awake and I begin a new journey, a journey
of all journeys. To keep on path...
...let open your eyes
self-redeemed, shakabuked _/\_
broken & subdued
I am the spirit,
That lives in the hearts of those,
Who still see value in keeping strong communities
Where good deeds are never spoken of,
As they are so woven into the fabric of daily life,
The need never arises.
if you are lucky enough to live in such a community,
You may be able to help me find more hearts,
To dwell in,
As I am fading away,
And soon may be but a memory,
Lost to the winds of eternity.
To help you understand what is at stake,
Come closer,
I have a story from a land far far away,
Where the future of communities like yours hung in the balance.
Once upon a time, there was a king,
Who ruled a kingdom from his castle at the top of a hill,
He ruled it the same way, as all those,
Who lived there before him had done,
Without compassion,
Unable to forgive any villager who trespassed,
And with no empathy for the plight of the villagers living,
A life of subsistence, at the bottom of the hill.
How could he have done things any other way,
When there had been no-one to show him a different way,
With his heart beating,
Only with Love of himself, his castle,
And the power he had over the villagers below.
Then one day a miracle happened,
One night the castle was gutted by fire,
With nowhere for the king to rest his head,
And nothing left to eat,
Not even a blade of grass.
The king could be seen shaking in his boots,
For fear of what the villagers would do to him
Now that all his soldiers had run of into the night.
The villagers soon arrived,
And the King could not believe his eyes,
When, they came armed not with pitchforks and cudgels,
But with hot soup and bread,
And blankets to warm him on the outside.
In the coming days and weeks,
There were even bigger surprises for him,
As the villagers started to re-build his castle for him.
STOP said the king,
I once heard of a thing called a community hall,
If you could be so kind as to turn my castle into one.
Scratchboarded stars of liquid light pouring in like rain
beneath the cupola of heaven one sentinel of night
A solitary figure stilled by the mutany of a willful hoot
his head is bowed as he listens, pressed to the dark
A Universal ensemble of nightly vocation, owlish wise
he knows not to disturb the hour, as he turns right on time
Earthly vibrations of the lowest kind everyone is sleeping
but not everyone is blind, head bowed he listens to ...
Insiped in velvet with browny eyes of amber flame n' light
beneath the humdrum moments of nocturnal sweep,
the owl breathes, where no man has yet trespassed
the owl heeds, through ebons of nocturnality-delights
Scratchboarded stars of liquid light pouring in like rain,
beneath the cupola of heaven the Sentinal, of night.
Written by: Mystic Rose 5/18/2019
Scratchboard Painting Photography
By: Nathan Cole . [email protected]
A scream woke those in the belfry,
a scream from a maiden fair
from death she awoke in the temple
from death and none were there.
All alone, all alone, all alone……
Shrouded she’d laid ‘pon altar of bone,
deep in a dream dark repose,
startled awake by a Godly light,
startled awake she rose.
Tear drenched, she ran from sanctuary,
up the belfry stairs so steep.
Stout souls stirred from their slumbering
as, on did the fair maid weep.
New to Realm, she had gone unbidden,
to the guild of Rising Moon;
through darkened paths across the midden,
beneath a blood red moon.
To a maze, full of wanderlust,
She’d trespassed and she must go!
“Trespasser!” said the Mad Mage Cyferous
as he places a bolt in bow.
“But where?” said the maid
to the mad mage.
“But where? I’m lost and alone.”
“Just GO!” said he, raising cross bow high,
“Just GO! Just GO! Just GO!”
Struck down like a doe in moonlight.
to long had she tarried there;
for the bolt took flight ended her life,
in a torrent of auburn hair.
All alone, all alone all alone……
February 2 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on Leviticus 5-7
Key Verse – Leviticus 5:19 It is a trespass offering: he hath certainly trespassed against the LORD.
PRAISE BE TO GOD WHO FORGIVES OUR TRESPASSES
Praise be to God for forgiving our trespasses
by His compassion along His:
Power for cleansing
Providence toward consecration
Peace midst conversion
Protection against carnality
Proof of compassion
Leviticus 6:7 Praise be to the Lord for His forgiveness
of our confessed sins midst our:
Sincere plea
Steadfast prayer
Supplication plight
Scriptural position
Spiritual praise
Leviticus 7:11 Praise be to the Saviour
Who accepts our offering with His:
Forgiving holiness
Faithful helpfulness
Freedom-fueled hope
Fiery honour
Fervent happiness. Amen!
February 2, 2024
And so I submit to survive
I so survive because I am blessed love
and protected and guarded embraced in my Father’s arms in His light life
ever recently I derived
From His mouth spoken in the universe
I shine brighter than the star for
He's in me and I saw humanity fly
We, I am the spark of Heaven
I shine on this brighter is the sun
I am, we are His adorned son
Souls we I we shine I we interact I we am blessed
All sre one, we are one in Him
and on track I we shine we're going to move
through space through the tunnel of the vessel
that will and has embraced me
I come through the portal of the womb
but not wounded
I am we are whole I trespassed as I walk
Briefly on this Earth to share my witness
My Father's life on this planet Earth
6/23/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2024