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Mother Earth
We all share this green planet we call earth
We all have been here since our date of birth
We all are guests on this planet we call home
We all are given this gift we neglect to atone
She gives us the air we breathe to sustain all of life’s continuance
She gives us the sky above, shelter from abysmal space imminence
She gives us variances in all of her terrains, many places and wonders
She gives us stability beneath our feet to grow, explore and wander
We rape all of her resources and consume them at will
We have been doing this for years, and continue this still
We pollute all her air, her lakes, her rivers and her streams
We live at the precipice of disaster, yet do nothing it seems
I am in awe of her beauty, her resilience, her strength
I am aware of all the damage that we all inflict at length
I am consumed with the fear, all we love and cherish may come to an end
I am confused that we, her guests on this planet, are not a better friend
Ask yourself this question, what can I, just one person do to help, to save
Ask yourself, have I been one of many that have consumed the all she gave
Ask yourself, have I been a true friend to her lands, a true human being
Ask yourself, do I take personal responsibility for all I have been seeing
Mother Earth, my deepest apologies
I used to have a house guest
And he never helps me get
Things arranged, didn't clean
Up behind his mess
of hopelessness, depressions, variances and stifles
Live before up on a shelf
Didn't care about others nor anyone else
Didn't have a previous address
Life in shambles what a mess
Was homeless until I found him
Didn't' contribute but I forgave him
No positive things abut him but he's one of God's children
so I had to evict him
Cause all he did was noting positive
Everything was negative
He did nothing to contribute but
Bring him and me down so he thought
He had to go
Depression doesn't live here anymore
He had to go
Depression left and he didn't close the door
I am not sad now, I am glad wow
And the pains of sorrow are left outside
I'm a better person now that I've kicked him to the curb
Depression doesn't live here anymore
Hurt, loss non compassion is out the door
Depression doesn't live here anymore
Git your sad sack non glad rags git'em packed and go on out the door
Hurts, pains poverty skeleton remains none of that lives here anymore
Wrath, strive, confused life none of that lives here anymore
Depression, obsessions, confusion, rebellion none of that lives here anymore
I kicked them all to the curb and gave them a map to the door
I said get out, get out, get out, stay out in Jesus name none of them lives here anymore
No amount of monies, no honey or cute little baby bunnies
Can let me house you as guest here anymore
I kicked them all to the curb and gave them a map to the door
I said get out , get out get out, stay out in Jesus name
None of them live here anymore
Life in shambles what a mess
Was homeless until I found him
Didn't' contribute but I forgave him
No positive things abut him but he's one of God's children
so I had to evict him
Cause all he did was noting positive
Everything was negative
He did nothing to contribute but
Bring him and me down so he thought
He had to go
Depression doesn't live here anymore
written by James Edward Lee Sr.
from anthology " Open Up Your Heart" & "Strong Faith"
04/12/2011
absolute neutrality
variances appear
and all are
neutral
arising
there is none
as movement is
absent
nothing appearing
that is the
total message and
there is no message
non duality
is already a gift
for no one
a happy tale
no you
is the message
to the separate self
in disbelief
no one
may appear
as someone
walking
with
fewer words
nothing may be
suggested
the ubiquitous
I-word
always an appearance
serving the story
oops
flags a mistake
perhaps recovery
reversing a story
arising
arose
and arisen
are not three
Form:
Waves keep cycling around
ebbing in turquoise blue seas
its ripples are teasing me
Waves do swim fathoms deep,
then return to navy blue crisp tips:
pearls of white foam are smiling back at me
Ships are daily passing on and by the seas;
of blue watery blue roads which are like fluid land bridges
All to countries sought; then at ports are delightful scenes
A different world is in and upon the wavy seas
A fate of water, winds and variances are seen
Onboard ship's decks are drinks of a salty rum mix
Tales of exaggerated pirate legends are often told of old;
of independent bands and various venturous clans
Ships sailing on wave fuel; of air breezes and manned oar tools
It seems to be an ongoing epoch,
With the trials of humanity.
Where peaceful days are short-lived,
While chaos expands for clarity.
There are so many divisions to separate,
One can only wonder what's left to unite.
Since the multitude of minds and bodies,
Rarely agree on what's wrong or right.
As I search my memory and history, my question
Asks if we've ever known a lasting peace.
Because it seems, whether for God or country,
A conflict arises, and they never cease!
As mankind spread beyond the horizon,
Like global nomads riding the four winds.
Its diverse seeds were planted to cultivate,
Where new beliefs and culture wouldn't rescind.
Our nature is curious and exploratory,
Occasionally crossing boundaries and new land.
And ultimately, we would cross paths with others,
So different that we couldn't understand.
Here different cultures might interact briefly,
Yet history has shown that before long, there's a fight.
Since a lack of understanding and tolerance,
Promoted fear that would last through the night
Early on, variances of culture and religion,
Might have fueled the excuses that saw fit...
To bare arms against a neighbor or new enemy,
And then absorb those new lands to now sit.
Now in recent times our history is simplified,
As political motives and resources become real.
Where the strength or weakness of combatants,
May be measured more by volumes of steel.
While the God's may be motivating some players,
Humanity can only wonder if peace can lead.
Because the question of how much will satisfy,
Those with power and what appears to be greed.
Can the global community survive,
Through this economy of hatred and war?
Or will we police ourselves to sustain and realize,
Learning a lasting peace, like never before.
I am of the brown persuasion
I am golden
Tan I am
a man a woman
I am King
I am queen
I am the color of the sun
I am energy fortunate am
I whom
I am needed
I am not of the land
I am from the sky
I Trans Am my hair Woolen
I am bright in the light
though! My skin is darkening
Who. whose am I
I am he who is a king
I am queen
various persuasion
very issues
in spite I am of radiance
I am light
I am the only nationality race
That's been named by my European brothers
What gives them the right
Many names have I
Darkness
Colored
Black
Afro-American
African American
Melatonin I am
America you name us not
I know who and whose I am
Melatonin
Not who you say I am
You can't rename me...
every 10 years through the Census Bureau
I am a king
I am not darky, colored, black, Afro-American,
God knows my I mean I don't you want to talk to you again African American my people case of Middle Class amnesia I am not a black persuasion I am not the color of the shoe I am melatonin with radiant and divinity and variances of brown tan crimson beige you I am melatonin I am a king and a child of God so his name that you deem on me every 10 years for the Census Bureau America that's not my name I am melatonin and God knows my name
Melatonin man woman God knows your name
[REVISED 2024 April 04]
Shinar, some know as Mesopotamia, others as Assyria,
near the Euphrates River, a midday sun cast doubts of
a weakened shade made idle by the pause of its agile
host, named Nimrod, son of Cush, grandson of Ham,
and Noah's great-grandson. No sign of depletion, hence
the shade returns to motion.
Nimrod is the soul ruler of the land of Shinar, host to
several ancient cities, one was called, Babel. Scripturally,
Nimrod was said to be a great hunter, and that would be
the length of it. Jewish and Christian texts are not able
to agree whereupon Nimrod's entry into the historical
record books other than what has been escribed in the
scriptures of the Talmud and the Bible, albeit, elements of
foreign records have cluttered historical accountabilities
and further strengthened pre-existing ambiguities, thusly,
a genre of conjectures misleads, and misinterpretations,
have made authenticity and accuracy to remain divided.
There are numerous variances, such as those accounts
between Jewish and Islamic customs or beliefs from
generation to generation, concerning Nimrod's and of
Abraham's first encounter, from that of a subliminal
meeting of minds, to the simplicity of a gnat that had
overwhelmed the mighty forces of Nimrod's army by
entry into his brain's that affected his abilities.
The accounts of Josephus concerning King Amraphel
whom Abraham did battle in Genesis, was Nimrod. The
Tower of Babel was built by the people whom King
Amraphel, being Nimrod, had ruled, and by that being
such, gave rise to Nimrod ordering the building of the
Tower in Babel. The Christian Bible does naught mention
that other than he, Nimrod, was a great hunter. I
believe it would have stabilize Josephus' claims.