Long Waring Poems
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"War! What is it good for? Absolutely nothing." "There has never been a good war nor a bad peace." Quotations which held true for two separate generations. Nations declare war to increase their territorially expanse into other nations where it does not belong. They caste their covetous and greedy eyes upon rich natural resources. Why bother to trade with other countries?
When aggressive nations can snatch and grab their ill gotten gains. Trade routes and access to water ways. Nations were doing this before the beginning of recorded history. Before tribal groups organized themselves.
Focusing our attention spans. Backwards into the first Old Testament Biblical book of the Bible, Genesis. When Cain took a stone and killed his brother Abel, because he was jealous and filled with wrath. And people have been killing each other and declaring war ever since.
Warfare only provides an aggressive no win solutions to preexisting premediated circumstances'. Frequently spiraling rapidly out of the control of the waring nations. Resulting in massive genocide! Famine! Pestilences! World wide epidemics'! Why not read the last book of the New Testament Bible, The book of Revelations for yourselves? All warfare succeeds in accomplishing is "making the devil laugh." And widowers, widows, and orphans travail!
The Bible predicts the Psalm 83 middle eastern war. The Gog and Magog war mentioned in the Old Testament Book of the Bible, The book of Ezekiel. And finally the Battle of Armageddon mentioned in the book of Revelations.
The second coming of Jesus Christ to the earth, will occur at the sounding of the 7th trumpet. He will be riding a white stallion, and will have an escort service. The heavenly angels and the heavenly saints will be accompanying him. Both the False Prophet and the False Christ will be cast alive into the Lake of Fire! Satan, his fallen angels, demons and condemned mankind will be
joining him one thousand years later!
The Holy Trinity, the heavenly angels and saints. Both during the church age of trace and Tribulation saints will live to see. The one thousand year reign of Jesus Christ! The tribulation saints only will be able to reproduce themselves.
Love in Christ Jesus!
Roxanne Lea Dubarry
Roxy Lea 1954
Roxy 1954/ October Country
January 30, 2020
It was quite a surprise to us
when monsters came out of the night,
the beasts and bad guys of legends
who for so long gave us a fright.
We thought they lived on movie screens,
pulpy books, and local folklore,
until they came to prey on us,
and we all learned that they were much more.
The panic, at first, was intense,
folks were dying, it seemed surreal,
vampires, zombies, werewolves, ghosts,
and other such beasties were real.
They were as bad as legend said,
but we soon figured out one truth,
the ways to kill them in legend
really worked—we knew what to do.
The werewolves were the easiest,
you just bought some silver-tip rounds,
given all this country’s hunters
it took two years to gun them down.
As for ghosts, if you do not know,
ectoplasm is diffuse matter,
floating in air, it is easy prey
for the common vacuum cleaner.
Then dump it into a furnace,
and watch the ghostie burn away,
old houses everywhere were safe,
no more hauntings came into play.
Vampires could blend in the best,
of the monsters they killed the most,
UV flashlights or smeared garlic
was all it took to make them toast.
The zombies, good lord, they were slow,
and not all that hard to destroy,
army snipers would take head shots,
and attack choppers were deployed.
They’d shoot down with their miniguns,
guaranteed they’d catch zombie head,
since the undead liked to cluster,
an easy target for sprayed lead.
We even had a kaiju-type
dragged its lumbering form onshore,
just as big as a skyscraper,
a three-hundred foot carnivore.
We fired antiship missiles,
half-dozen of them did the trick,
set up some coastal air patrols
to take care of the beasts right quick.
In retrospect, it all makes sense,
after all, we are humankind,
we’ve been waring since we could walk,
countless weapons came from our mind.
We’ve killed sabertooths and smallpox,
run down real threats without pity,
killed tens of thousands in battle,
even nuked two of our cities.
What’s a werewolf compared to that?
What threat’s a vampire these days?
Those beasts should be afraid of us,
since we always find ways to slay.
Maybe we need better monsters,
a challenge for our evolved state,
something that can inspire fear,
the kind we can appreciate—
CONCLUDES IN PART II.
This purgatory of cash
which turns our humanity from one
to one against the other
a spiritual infection of loves unguarded desire for life
and life, embalmed with economic ethic
wraps itself in knots around an emotional heart
Bank balance of a masculine religion
and a soulless material solution
and to this ideological male supremacy
purchased the absent disregard of heaven
Constantinople's facetious little twit
Constantine's book scribbling clique
brings the fetish doll of woman
and in idolatry worships her subjugation
of original sin
and by their order Eve must accept the blame
Domain and dominion of every thought
to calculate for what ever the cost
of one single human life
as to God some vain abstraction
in gold adorned and eloquent ritual performed
with the feminine ethos nailed to its cross
instills this bias interpretation
small minds disfigured the essence of holiness
woman defined by the Madonna
or Magdalene as a temptress
Through murderous bloodied ripped waring centuries
a hoarded wealth gathered therein
domination, dominion and domain
the alpha impetus of the fascistic man
all for their money
and by their money
wrote a history of such viscous atrocity
Male but a symbol of elitist separation
the core of humanities division
turns us all from one
to one against the other
The world but a business machine
its immutable laws of sacrifice and trade
a graphic enterprise for profit and loss
depicted in the cold surgery of secret boardrooms
dominion, domain and domination
by the egos struggle for recognition
leads the bartered hours to Adams billable paradise
Enjoy those trinkets
and ignore the disease
as it eats its way through the life and soul of humanity
Dominion, domination and domain
to cast their weakness into the shadows of strength
and in their jealousy and envy
disguised their own fear of second best
spit upon the priestess
she who comes so much closer to God
in giving birth
is still the mirror of creation
When a class is boring, the air can feel close and rebreathed - not a comfortable feeling for a COVID child. When the class is finally over, it’s like you’ve escaped something.
Did you know an hour has 60 minutes because ancient Babylonians used a seximal system? (base six).
The class I was in was small, just eight of us around a table in a small room (four students were missing that day) and somehow the class had wandered into the unstable, waring, state of the world.
The professor ended his unscheduled thought, on the result of nuclear war, by saying, “After the nuclear exchanges, when the cockroaches take over..”
“No,” I interrupted - it was a flashbulb moment - an impulse. I don’t usually interrupt professors, “Ants. Ants would take over - they’re mobile super-organisms, cockroaches are just meat to them.”
His smile and nod of approval felt warm and cozy, as if my emotions had a texture and temperature - but I knew it was something assigned to me briefly, like a motel room.
Nuclear survival isn’t exactly my bailiwick, I’m not sure where I picked that thought up or why I had the confidence to offer it. Confidence is a thin lever to work with when talking to a professor. I’ve seen professors crush brash students.
The bell rang, I had survived, and Leong was waiting for me in the hall. The crowd in the hall was moving on toward their classes, like water splashing in every direction. Leong barked a laugh. “What?” I asked.
“Neh,” she said, waving her hand (meaning forget it).
“What?” I asked again.
“When I was little, I would visit my grandparents' farm, in Shandong (province, China). They would call their cows in with a bell,” she said, motioning, with both hands to include the crowded hall.
“We’re the most privileged cows in the universe,” she suggested smilingly.
“I suppose we are,” I agreed, as we passed out into a wind as cold and harsh as witches' breath.
Cobalt beams the remnants of a building in a nuclear Holocaust
Chanting screams gyrating from the air bouncing off the trees
Babies alive surrounded by dead grown ups lying on their backs facing the skies
Hornets streams fleeing flying buzzing through the burnt broken welder cornfields
Fashion icons no longer belong everyone's ragged zombies just tipping falling
War warings of wars violence in this Holocaust where is the one who holds the cross
Beaches fermented with dead fish the sand is burnt and dried no remains
Granulated substance of dead animals lying in the range
Wars and rumors of wars the dead are dying the dying are dead
Substance doesn't matter cuz matter is the substance that splattered
You wait you watch your survival of the Holy cost one of the few
His blood runs rapid down the streets
the screams and yells and hollers with those people who you never meet
All this and more it's the end of the world
What's this I see a figure coming down from the skies
Did not I partake of the mark of the beast
Yet I run from my life from those who my thought were at peace
Death is rampant punic odors of stench in the air
Death everywhere waring Nations no one cares
Family disarray fathers killing children mother killing those they nurture
No one cares
Renaissance gone it's the mark of the gun bombs exploding nuclear haste
Kill your friend he's in front of your face
The ravages and pains of War go on this is the last one they swore
Nuclear fires nation's disintegrated
Lord I survived I'm one of two
And I see you
Jesus please save me
In this The end of the age World War III?
12/3/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2020
Hay now, now sing this corrosion
Of winter wastes and Red stars white nights
And waring tribes a bully on the block
To kick you when your down
The ones meek and mild
But can stand tall n defend their ground.
So hay now, now, sing to me a man of fragility
Of many means and wants all and nothing more
But to have dominion over the land, you wanted a war
now you can't win, you have not a war but a massacre
A genocide, you are your only suicide
If you want a war WE can bring you your war a jihad
If the cultural empire strikes
You will know war, but why fight return
To your frozen land of winter waste before its to, to late
Leave this sovereign nation
Let your people rise up
Throw off the yoke of opposition
Put down your guns
and turn and run no one will get hurt
So sing, now, hay now, now to me of this dominion
Sing of a white house in a red square of mother Russia, your dispair
Of white wastes, throw down your oppressor
As we bring the Rain to wash away his stain
You are better than one
A little pale pathetic man
A man-made of a killer in a high place
OH! Mother Russia!
Sing down, down, down this oblivion...
You have nothing to lose
We said it once will say it before
Cast down the crown of a ruined nation
Time to cast off the chains of subservience
Rise up and be free
END THIS WAR!
Before it's too, too late...
for the Ukraine
Listen to my tale of two lovers that ventured forth,_From two waring peoples for up in the north.__O now Littlefire was the daughter of the chief,_And she knew to tell her father of her love would just bring him grief.__Now Icefox was a noted warrior with stealth knowing and pride,_But his love for Littlefire he knew he just couldn't hide.__Now on a cold clear night they ventured forth to a place they were to meet,_A little house of ice their own small retreat.__But a vindictive soul fallowed and hurried back to the people to tell,_Oh and for the lovers this didn't bode well.__Oh untill it was to late they never heard a sound,_And there in each others arms the two lovers were found.__Now the chief's met to give punishment for what the two lovers did,_Oh the shame to their families was something that could not be easily hid.__So sentanced by the chief's death would be the price,_Their living hearts cut from there chests and togather barried deep with in the ice.__O but you can't kill passions flame or put out the fire of love,_Now the beauty of their hearts still burns in the night time skies above.Now if you don't belive my tale then you should venture forth,_Look into the skies up in the north,_And when there love is shining bright on cold clear nights._You will see what we call the great Northern Lights.__Oh Native people call it Icefire in the north But for their people that watched them die,_It will ever be known of as Littlefire loving Icefox in the sky.__So ends my tale of two lovers that paid the ultamit prece,_But the fire of their love will alway reflect in the night time sky from deep with in the ice.
Street Symphony
Urban Thoughtz Part 2
As I walk through the valley of the shadow of death
The Streets just took another soldier leavin another mother breathless
Trapped in the fact that men cant escape smokin so many trees that they start to shed leaves
Is this the reason so many sistas and brothas have to watch their fathers leave
Beautiful ladies still in A Lady dream
Still workin it out tryna get drafted to a niggas team
And them same brothas doin the same ol things
Playing tha same ol games wit they hearts true deffinition calls it lying
Im livin my life like Jehova a gift and a curse
Tryna spit my soul out everytime my pen drops a verse
But yall still aint feelin me like my name was novicane
Thats why i arrived at my nickname the very steak to the claim
Just like my words i Drizzle a sign of waring before it rains
Keep ya nose in the books and ya head held high
So many of us missed it so then even the sky cried
So many made a turn at he fork when they should have went straight
As communities forget the word togther and embrace the word hate
While mothers beg for they lost sons to be sent to heavens gate
Now we playin the game of life with the difficulty set to hard
I kno that i can make it through even wit my pain and my scars
The message is so clear to me but for others
Its so hard to hear like a moblie phone wit no bars
So live ya own life hold on to everything lovly
Never forget to pray for what it is down on bended knee
And kno that the life you live is forever part of the Street Syphony
Smoking crack in a house in an unfamiliar neighborhood with unfamiliar faces. The fear pouring out of my pours like the piss on the couch I'm sitting in coming from the numerous dogs and cats in this abandon house. Trapped like a mouse in a cage I'm stuck in this house for fear of leaving and missing the next hit. Why cant i leave this house...the doors are missing and all the windows are open.Is it because of my hopes and dreams I'm blowing out towards heaven in clouds of white smoke? Or the smell of human waste in the toilet that cant be flushed. Why am i trapped in this house? The rice crispy sound on the end of this glass tube and the alluring aroma that i never knew i needed. Angry words coming from out of mouths that thunder off the walls of the empty rooms that hold nothing but me. Veins bulging from his head and neck like the roots of a cypress tree. Dogs barking in the background sending waring signals to all my numb senses. Why am i trapped in this house? The taste of char boy and ashes is the only thing i taste and feel. Trying to chase this elusive dragon that has led me to this strange house in another dimension. The dripping from the kitchen sink into the pile of dirty dishes is driving me insane. I'm not supposed to be here. I need to leave this place. Clicking my ruby red slippers isn't working. What rabbit hole have i gone down. Where was the wrong turn made. How do i get out of here? Please someone help me and show me the way to get out of this hell hole where in my bed i now lay.
Form:
Twin brothers born of humanity
Raised in the heart land
Fed by circumstances
Shaped by choice
Same freedom
Different destinies
I saw Love grow with limbs
Stretching wide to pull everything
To himself even hatred
And i saw hatred grow with craws
Hiding them in his bosom
Till they grow longer and stronger
I thought this Love kid was too touchy
And i treasured Hatred he was for special occasions
Defending my weaknesses and flaws
Love was ridiculing my my all efforts
He was becoming extravagant, giving this giving that
Not like Hatred a sweet heart who measured
According to what he treasured
Years have gone by and
Love has prospered with many friends
Many people giving back to him
Yet hatred brought out his claws,
His fangs came out
And he grew three horns
One of rejection
another for despair
And bigger one with this word engraved 'loser'
I watched these twins
Walk different directions like light and darkness
Their waring grand fathers
I walked two their birthday parties
Few turned up, gave him crowns and called him Dad
For hatred the party was noisy
Many gathered worshiped him
In fear of the horns
Love commanded his servants to dress all that came
with compassion, faithfulness, and honor
Hatred commanded his subjects
To kill every one that came for the party
Many died few survived