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Future Modern Society
Future modern new society. Where is it? This exists, just invisible yet
Sometimes the development of possible and expected events is hindered
by negative factors
We are late, and the life of our planet is slowly running out. We are destroyers
We dig our graves with all our bad qualities, behaviors, and actions
by negative factors
“Stop losing time!” Says a galactic guard. “Humanity, please, change your mind!”
Said the guard. “Stop, national wrestling and hostility. It is no life
by negative factors
Stop selfishness, stop wars, stop killing nature. No crime! Change your mind!
Said the guard. “You can not get into a new horizon of the future
by negative factors!”
Said the galactic guard. He waved goodbye and then disappeared like a wizard
He said that the new future and life for humanity cannot be realised
by negative factors
The Future Modern Society awaits its creation
But how do we need to get to new planets
by negative factors?
The Future Modern Society is a gift, a new plan, a chance
In the Galactic Works of the Creator
by negative factors…
Creator remembers his words. Can you see the rainbow?
Noah’s Space Ark lands on a new planet
by negative factors
I need you to speak to me
With without words you might behold
I beseech for a time you’ll make me see
Of a dream you have the power to unfold
Of the Gods so many chose to believe
Of the Devils whom others worshipped
Yet... truths are axes awaiting to cleave
Have we bled? perhaps more to bleed...
We are humans... never Gods
Have we the souls for the Devil’s toll?
The many religious wars to have fought
Need a story more be foretold?
Of course be words unheard and unspoken
Comfort to only reside within to be found
Curses and beliefs as be meant weaken
Haven’t you a prayer for time be beckon round?
I need to speak to you
With without words I shall do so
I believe myself to be real
Of a dream only I have the power to unfold
When words stop
Words, words sunken Japanese warships
in the bay of Palau where yellow jellyfish do not sting
and the US military plans to make a base on the moon
and bomb the world to smithereens
I`m watching too much TV and fed useless information
I don`t need. Trying to make sense of this;
war is the loser nature is peace.
Until the war that is cyclical destroy everything this
is needed to win Concord.
In the meantime, economic wars are manufacturing useless
inventions and underpaid garment workers
cheap food and obese people. This lasts till a new hot
battle begins and those who want peace are traitors because
they know there are no winners it is an illusion we have not
been able to understand, like religion and Santa Claus.
When the human voice disappears
when wolves no longer howl in the valley, then battered
Nature will slowly take over, and peace will reign.
In Germany today, no one is allowed to
say a funny jibe, on poli-tic-ans..As it seems they have grown real thin skins.' The measures anti are quite
tectonic.! Perhaps even uber tutonic.? Are they in a time warp chamber? This to me is a real ( howdy stranger!) I'd thought the old cattle
Trucks were taken off their rails.? What could happen next? What might be entailed.? Even laughing gas would not
Alieviate.' The mood i am getting is above
Irate.. Once i never considered there
(could ever be.') In existence a nacisisstic z-ion-ist-tic
nazi creed.? Yet from what i see growing is there indeed a seed.? Truth be told..There is sadistic power within an occult and greed.' Wars that seem never to
Diminish? Let alone finish.! Much hate is indulged, things as they were from old; all the while blood sacrifice is in use, increases much sin with un-usual abuse.
What concerns most is will we see culmination to a ( cyclone of evil come to be.?) Bringing much
destruction, does anyone even connect with me.?)
Jesus I Need You Ever More- -
When things are going on, everything is right and strong
I need you Lord ever more, ever more
When things are just all wrong, and I’m not so strong;
You carry me on..
I need you so Lord, oh, ever-ever more;
In the light, in the dark
In the good and in the bad;
In the morn in peace and in the wars.
I need, I need, I need you so
I need you so Oh!! So, Lord God evermore;
When pleasures are blessings, and blessing come;
I need you so Oh, Lord evermore;
When things happen beyond my control;
Deaths, job losses, loss of home-mortgage;
I need you so Lord, oh, ever, ever Oh, so evermore;
Unexplained misfortunes diseases, mans not pleased with himself
Oh, oh help Lord I need your help;
Oh, I need your ever help you’re all I have left..
I need, I need, I need you so
I need you so Oh!! So, Lord God evermore;
I need, I need, I need you so
I need you so Oh!! So, Lord God evermore;
I need, I need, I need you so
I need you so Oh!! So, Lord God evermore;
Oh, Lord God Jesus I need you ever more…
4/17/19
Written by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019 ©
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I know nothing of war.
It doesn't reside with me.
I just know there's a knock
on the door,
a pull on the arm,
a sense of rightness,
or something like that,
which some answer to.
That, I can see.
But I don't have to, you know.
I'm just a girl. Hard work
is an optional reality.
That's what they tell me.
But I see something
like a forked path.
On the left, roses scattered,
scent sweet, air mostly clear
with a few rare storms that quickly pass.
And on the right,
only fog. Gray and thick.
A jungle in the clouds.
My battle is this you see.
I crave adventure too.
So I make wars with myself,
I plant the weeds
to obstruct the path.
Maybe I just love climbing things.
Easy is boring,
I know you can see that.
So here we are,
with the aftertaste of something
we can BOTH understand.
The question is, can you see me
holding all the things I've kept hidden
in my open hand?
Can I trace the shape
of those realities
that corrupt the half of you
that's different?
Can you deal with me being a criminal too?
See, it's gotten me,
and they've gotten you.
But if it's what you want,
and it's what I need,
then I'll look for you
somewhere in the middle.
where you and I are ALMOST the same.
I recall long ago seeing a picture of a soldier holding a child,
A small child of war and that image still breaks my heart;
Why can the wars around the world just stop and peace come,
And in every part of this world peaceful discussions prevail.
Oh, if all humans could just live in harmony and stop the wars,
This is what the world needs for you and me and everyone;
Peace is beautiful but it cannot be forced, it must be a choice,
The soldiers of war come home broken people unable to forget.
In my country of Canada our new Prime Minister has promised,
He will bring twenty-five thousand refugees in by year end;
Some say that is impossible but I pray that it does come true,
We cannot save all the victims of war but each one is a miracle.
I am just a girl with no power to change anything in reality,
But I have a voice and I say, make peace not war for the world.
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October 25, 2015
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darkness, like Jonah
held in the belly of the whale,
the end of a world;
closed-in time in dark spaces -
gives one, a hell of a time to think
in the belly of the whale
grew a whole world,
longer than 3 days and 3 nights,
the construction took finesse
and dare one say, a gauche fearlessness
to unravel that ball of light
eject it out of her universe
like a supernova,
like a titian haired prodigy,
far from easy, ostentum
to accumulate the life of it all
extend the regeneration in kind,
of a generational call -
each time an infant cries,
the occupant in an infant is re-borne;
they say, it will take
3 days and 3 nights -
to destroy it all -
the end of an unprepared
naive world -
who keeps tabs on the betting
of it all, the end of a world?
there’s always 2 sides to a game -
the dimensions, levels all endless,
split and perplex;
in your arms today, gone tomorrow,
the love and the purpose stolen,
the end of a world -
the cycle sometimes broken -
yet the perpetuation of life,
for all its worth -
continues,
light and dark
some more light,
some more dark,
some sit on the fence
in the middle, in-between;
the end of a world?
they say shooting nuclear rockets
into the Moon’s shadow
could be a valid reason
to collect unknown dark matter -
dark matter resides in us all -
why target the Moon and the Sun,
when we have bountiful supplies
within us all, human, here in this world?
all Jonahs, at some point, we are -
inside the belly of the whale
the internal infernal wars
of us all,
perhaps she thinks ...
she should cry like Jonah,
hmmn, not anymore buster, not anymore
she’s had a life time
to think on it all,
mull it all over -
more and more
the rise and the fall,
but, she doesn’t cry anymore
the philosophy
the mathematics
of the metaphysical
revolution takes over -
the futile banality of it all;
ostentum
the occurrences,
foreshadowing future events
borne from the belly of a whale
the ostentum,
goes about freely, now
watched from afar,
by the love of another,
uneclipsed,
in her own world
like a child
watched by a loving mother
Candide Diderot. ‘24
Psalms 113:3 (KJV) “From the rising of the sun unto the going down of the same the LORD'S name is to be praised.”
In his quiet way, touching,
A kiss, a nudge, a whisper,
Softly spoken moments, in gray…
Laughing through the broken darkness
Night trembling all around the soul,
Breathless dreams, haunted by wars,
Between struggling hopes and weary thoughts,
Colors, in grief, soundless and brief,
Flowing on the rivers of gentle,
Beckoning to the spirit with peace,
Sensing all the music in windless songs…
In his lingering expression, daunting
A prayer, praising the Author of us all,
Existing in the light, falling softly, still…
Heartfelt ache, breaking through the rainfall,
Sighing on the cloudless skies,
Stirring souls to remember when blessings blew,
Beneath the glimpses of a mountain view,
Where knowing fell, like a silhouette, shadowed,
By yesterday’s mystery, threads
Torn from garments of darkest dread…
In his final hours, reality ached to share,
What it means to love with the life,
Love, in beautiful smiles – sewn by light,
Basted in joy and hemmed with the threads,
Glowing presence of One who lives,
Inside the spirit, inside – He gives…
Peace, faith, grace, love…
He is there, in the rising up and in the sitting down,
Risking every thought, when He can be found,
Lifting burdens, imparting wonder, restoring hearts
Who have been destroyed by the darkest thunders…
In his heart, He knew the answers to the worry.
he knew the meaning of grace, the hope and the faith,
he knew the way, the truth, the life…
because he’s met the One who was the sacrifice,
for every sin, all the dark that’s been, the depravity so deep…
because he knew HIM, the ONE who is God’s gift,
to souls who needed to be forgiven,
there is the assurance that he’ll always experience the love,…
Love in hues of lasting peace, love in tones of truest faith,
Love in revelations of grace…
We’ll soon see His lovely face, because we believe…
He is the way…
In the heavens, he lives today,
Because he knew Him as the way to say…
Love is alive and it lives inside,
Where Jesus Christ has come to guide,
Restoring, saving, making a way…
Through the fears, the tears, the years
Before the heart found the truth that is His.
Hey, soldier
Don’t give your life for me;
Wait, soldier;
It’s no use if you can’t see;
Love (love matters) soldier
It’s the pain that sets you free
Freedom dons, freedom comes right on…
Let the politicians murder the world;
They’ll pay the price;
If no one showed up for their wars;
They’ll shoot all their rockets and jets up in the skies;
It’s not up to you nor I;
If we die, we’ll just die ;
Hey, Christian and sinner;
Don’t seek your soul on me;
Wait, Christian ain’t you till sinning;
Don’t judge me..
Your religion, our religion their faith only one holds the key (to life)
God (Jesus) matters Christians, it’s the untruth the non-truth that sets you free?
Let the politicians murder the world;
Let them pay the price for all the unrighteousness;
If no one showed up for their war;
They’ll shoot all their rockets up into the air up in the skies;
It’s not up to you or I your time will come when it comes;
If no one showed up for their wars;
They’ll shoot all their rockets and jets up in the skies;
It’s not up to you nor I;
If we die, we’ll just die ;
9/11/81
Written words & arranged music by
James Humpal & James Edward Lee 1981 ©