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...It was from an old colleague of mine,
in southern Russian working a new dig,
of Proto Indo-European tribes,
he believed it would be something big.
Wanted me to come out and take a look
at the artifacts they had found there,
claimed they had found religious writings,
the pictures he sent of it made me swear.
Writing should not exist that far back in time,
but the etched stones that they found proved it did!
A text speaking of a long-lost religion…
was so excited I bounced like a kid.
A week later I was flying out there,
my assistant Tommy Bains at my side,
we flew to Moscow then rented a car
for a very long and exhausting drive.
The site was out in empty countryside,
there were more cattle and sheep them men,
we expected to see bustling workers,
but we approached and saw no sign of them.
It looked as if they’d just abandoned it,
all of their gear and machines left behind,
there was no note, and we could see no cause,
I felt nervous, unsure what I would find.
After looking around for thirty minutes,
I came across a large plastic case,
it had the word ‘Artifact’ printed on it,
like so many others left in this place.
I did not know why, but I felt I had to
open the box to see what it held,
what I saw in there haunts me to this day,
you’re the first people that I’ve dared to tell.
It was a stone tablet covered in a script
that I’d never seen, all alien and strange,
and then, before my astonished eyes,
the letters all seemed to just rearrange?!
It now was many rows of English text,
what I saw broke all natural laws,
the first line I read, sit imply said:
‘All who read this, these are words from your god…’
My mind did reel, as anyone’s would,
but I felt no disbelief, and no doubt,
as if some power confirmed it was true,
and there was no time for messing about.
My eyes just could not be pulled away,
I could hear a deep voice within, and it said:
‘I left these words so you’d know why you’re here,
and what awaits us all going ahead.
‘You see evolution is the only tool
that can do this in the time left to me,
I’m dying and have but a billion years
to give rise to the next deity.
‘This may seem utterly strange to your mind,
the mere thought that an almighty can die,
but I’m not the first god that there has been,
I was much like you, way back in time...
CONTINUES IN PART III.
when she gets home
after working a ten hour shift
he is sitting in a chair in the living room waiting for her---
on one hand he wears a white glove
it is still clean,
and he smiles at her,
telling her that she has passed the “glove test” once again---
yes, she was able to dust the rooms so thoroughly
that when he traced the corners & all the nooks & crannies,
not a smidgeon got on his pristine white glove---
she did well,
and this is the man she swore to live the rest of her life with.
she is told to make dinner &
the dinner she makes for him & the baby is different than the one
she is told to make for herself---
his, bears flavor & taste,
making nourishment a joy---
hers, is all part of his “strategy”
to make her thinner,
to make her look like she did before the baby,
to make her appealing to him once again &
she follows his “program”
because he hasn’t touched her in a year---
she hopes that if she gets thin enough,
that he will.
she is permitted exactly four hours of sleep a night,
because she has to be up early to take care of the baby,
as well as make his breakfast &
her breakfast---
if she coughs, kicks, or even makes a sound while she is sleeping
in the same bed with her,
he tells her to get out of bed
until she can sleep right,
“like a normal person.”
he came from a strong christian background
which is one of the main reasons she found comfort in his presence
after a ballistic first marriage that
did not produce a child,
and therefore, as far as she is concerned,
did not produce a reason for her to stay---
having given birth to his son,
she knows that there is no way out,
for her own family,
her church & all the community that she
functions in,
would cast her out into “hellfire,”
if she believed any different.
and she remembers the night that he told her
that after his son turned 18
that he didn’t care what she did,
that “she would be free,”
but that he would never give her a divorce---
he would never allow her to escape the feeling of
psychological possession.
all the while,
the watcher learns how to be a man---
at age two and some months now,
the little boy sees how his mother is treated,
he sees how his father treats her &
in these precious, vital
formative years,
the mold has been made---
there will be another.
Dreaming dreams is silly.
Realistically you well be working a dead end job where you work for hours with a pay that is only slightly above the minimum wage, with a boss named billy.
True love is a facade,
Realistically you will fall in love with someone who well hate you after 2 years and your boss named billy will commit heinous acts with your spouse while your abroad.
Dream cars are just that dream cars.
Realistically you'll end up driving a car that breaks down in the middle of the road, the car well be in such bad shape that owning it is breaking laws.
Perfect children is not possible.
Realistically they well grow up depressed and useless, your daughter well be stuck up and is anorexic because she sees herself as ugly even though she is beautiful, your son well most likely be lonely and rejected, they will do drugs to ease the pain, even though you try to connect with him but you just can't.
A perfect retirment is a funny joke you tell your grandchildren.
Realistically you'll end up in a care home old and decrepit, barely able to remember your own name, every face you see well be unfamiliar even your own children, your children would have grown into failures in life, your daughter became a washed up actress who does more drugs than she has cuts on her arms, your son turned into a supposed strong smart person, but only when he left you and your terrible family behind him, he most likely refutes the fact that his family were such failures, your wife would have left you for your boss named billy many years before your retirement.
Death is the only reason you well be remembered.
Realistically all your "friends" would have already forgotten your existence years before you died, the only people to attend your funeral would be your son who refuted you for so long, he still does but slightly less because you wrote him in your will and gave him half your life savings, your ex-wife went only because she wanted to see you one last time to remember the "happy" times and also because she was also in your will and got your house that you worked oh so hard for, your daughter didnt make it, instead she was also six feet under and already rotting, she had overdosed on the many drugs she did.
as all the “elected” puppets congregate
with hands tied behind their backs
& marionette strings held in the hands of
corporate america (aka the global corporate),
they edge the tips of their toes along the
“fiscal cliff,” in order to force the
unfortunate citizens of the empire
boiling in the belly,
to tremble again---
talk of “cutting social security”
terrifies the seniors, who are disposed of
as quick as possible in this
“land of the free,”
that is, if they aren’t forced to work
until their last dying day,
in order to afford the health care that
IS NOT UNIVERSAL
in this pathetically dwindling
“democratic,” 1st world country,
whose only remaining strength is
an overwhelming war machine, a
vacuum, that continues to suck whatever
life is left,
from this place that so many in the world
still look upon as
a “land of opportunity”---
and those who are working
get to look forward to more tax increases,
in order to pump more money into drone attacks,
waging of wars in countries that refuse to do
our bidding
(which, by the way, will soon be flying over our
very own heads here on the domestic front,
violating any remaining “right to privacy”
which we have left),
whilst the wealthy are not touched, so as to
not dirty the dirty hands that shook all those
little puppet’s hands on their rise to
political fame---
for those who are still unemployed,
the expiration of benefits is coming &
desperation is approaching,
for those who are working a temp job,
they know all too well that their days are
numbered,
before they get to face that very same
desperation, first hand---
the whole while we will continue to hear about the need to
“raise the debt ceiling” or we will go into default,
that is, we will go into default,
because we cannot pay China
(as if we can or will, ever pay back China),
China, who has been increasingly improving their
infrastructure (longest high speed rail line in the world
just opened two days ago, Guangzhou-Beijing),
China, whose own military is increasingly growing
(so that this weakening empire will have nothing
to hold over it’s sugardaddy’s head),
China,
who holds the purse strings---
go
to
the
library &
get some Mandarin CD’s to listen to/study,
because it’s only a matter of time.
I saw Sting in the lobby this morning, we were going out and he was coming in. Lisa nudged me, “Sting” was all she whispered. He was with a woman and a man. The woman was talking to the doorman. Sting was dressed all in black except for a long stark-white cashmere scarf, he was chatting and working a dark-gray French-flat-cap around in his hands. His hair is very short and white.
We wanted to walk in the snow, if only for a minute.
A gust of wind caught us as we reached the sidewalk. The two American flags, on either side of the entrance, went rigid, at 9-o’clock as if saluting us. “Jeeez!” I said, like the Georgia girl I am - or was. “Don’t be a baby,” Lisa answered, like a true, pittyless New Yorker but her cheeks had turned a child-like pink. She flipped up her collar.
I patted my pocket, relieved to feel my phone and know that if we froze to death the authorities could use “find my friends” to locate our bodies.
Leeza joins us a moment later and I can’t help but notice that she’s dressed like it’s a cool fall day. Back in the day, when my brother would dress like summer even though temperatures in Georgia had dipped cruelly into the fifties. Seeing him, my mom would say, “Where there’s no sense, there’s no feeling,” but I don’t.
“Did you see Sting?” I asked Leeza (12). She gives me a blank look. “Sting”, I said, “the lead singer for The Police?” I add, as clarification. “I don’t know who that is,” she says flatly. “He was famous,” I say in surrender, “a long time ago, in the 90s.” Maybe the next generation won’t be as celebrity driven.
Thank God Lisa suggested I pin my artist-beret down or it would have blown away, like my resolve to walk in the snow. Still, I followed Lisa into the park like a cat on a leash - unwilling to be seen as any less Canadian. The show crunched like we were trampling over snow-cones.
Trees began turning away the wind as we entered Central Park, “I think we may survive.” I said cheerfully. Just because you're freezing to death doesn’t mean you can’t be ??affable.
Why don’t pigeons freeze to death - I thought birds flew south for the winter?
I am not afraid to say
I'm a man and I cried today
I am almost, wait I am ashamed of a lot of men today
The way sin nature and choice
The negative display they choose
If being a man is to fornicate
Have intercourse being unmarried with any woman they can
Then I am not a man
And I cry today
If being a man is to sexually abuse a child
Then I am not a man today
I am not afraid to say
I'm a man and I cried today
I am almost, wait I am ashamed of a lot of men today
Instead of working a job
I stay in a house or apartment living off of woman, This ain't love
This ain't right
If I have to beat, slam, throw the woman around
This ain't love
But yet a lot of women say it's right
The negative display they choose
If being a man is to fornicate
Have intercourse being unmarried with any woman they can
Then I am not a man
And I cry today
Fathering children all over town
Most men this is how they git down
Will I'm here to say, The Lord will have His way
So many men in the prisons
So many children without their fathers at home
While they too are on the rome
If being a man are these characteristics
Then I guess I'll never be a man
This is why I cried today
Don't git me wrong I'm not perfect
I'm not perfect but I write this verse to say
Some of us men gonna have to pay
You can't keep doing God's daughters any old kind of way
So if beating women is your pleasure
Abusing children gives you power
Hold on don't forget every man, woman, and boy girl must repent;
And for heavens sake it's hard to forgive let alone forget
But if we want to make to glory we must forgive always
I am not afraid to say
I'm a man and I cried today
I am almost, wait I am ashamed of a lot of men today
The way sin nature and choice
The negative display they choose
I'm ashamed to be a man today
So I pray first for me
Then I pray for the brethren
And I stay, I stay up before them
Then I guess I'll never be a man
Pray for us the men of the world
That most if not all stop, turn around and serve the Lord
This is why I cried today
AMEN
09/18/17
WRITTEN BY James Edward Lee Sr.
When the sirens echoed through the streets
When they handcuffed me so that I wouldn’t hurt anybody
I pleaded for help but deaf ears heard my screams
“You are a monster” chanted the voices briefly.
All I could see was red.
When I noticed the knife I must have held,
A bloody canvas spilt on the floor, hands bled,
I saw her once again that moment,
Sitting right in front of me murmuring to herself.
Sad young girl, long blonde hair,
Pale white skin and stench of death,
Baring her jagged teeth
Scars on her body etched in flame,
Chipping away my insecurities bit by bit,
Playing with a sharp lil blade,
“Just in Case” she said.
All I could see was red.
When they took me to prison,
Changed my clothes to white and red,
Triggering colors to my psyche,
I saw that clown yet again.
The one with a wide smile, masking nice.
I knew the nefarious intentions he hid,
Petrified, I bowed my head and cried.
All I could see was red.
Out of the corner of my eyes I could see it there,
Across the chamber,
On the wall up high
Working a trap with its leathery grisly little legs
When I stared at it,
Feeling the dread rise in my chest
It stared right back at me as if
Suddenly conscious of my presence,
It crawled its way over to me, daunting slowly,
The closer those creaking feet came to me,
Sinister voices of children giggling engulfed me.
I screamed for help once again and
This time a few voices of reality came back at me.
When I explained to them the monsters in my cell,
The crazy echoes I heard in my head,
“Madwoman” some called out but
Some reached out to help.
My life isn’t much different than yours.
We dream the same dreams,
Feel the same feelings.
The only difference being,
My nightmares blend with reality.
My life is a waking nightmare.
Through the battles I fought with my mind,
Ones I still fight each day,
I’m growing to embrace the clowns and spiders I see,
The same ones right here today.
Sometimes alone and sometimes with help,
All I see is red.
All I feel is red.
In the late 1800’s working a trade well-meant
I was considered different to my sorrow and detriment
I thought about changing, to reinvent
But, as “Ranger” (that’s me) I was content
I was a mortician by trade (not held to be routine)
My occupation ostracized but to me sensible and serene
Nor as strange or alarming as some may deem
Ghosts, spirits and the deceased frequented my dreams
Providing the spiritual source that supported my prediction
Everyone’s earthly departure led to a new dimension.
Sadly by my late thirties I bowed to my fate
Convinced I would never have a mate
Absent Society’s invitations and hardly befriended
Dwelling in Society’s circles for me was prevented
When I turned forty my life was transformed
Raven flew into my life like a raging firestorm
Accepting who I was and liking every part of me
We embraced the unity that was meant to be.
Raven was a vibrant force, caring, and warm
Full bosomed spare but very graceful in form
Face exquisitely drawn and eyes like stormy dawn
Tall as I with opulent lips I yearned to taste
Her lustrous black hair tumbled below her waist
To all except Raven I was blind
We took root in each other’s soul and mind
The Supreme Being whoever He or She may be
Brought forth Raven I believed just for me
Raven gave me joy and added meaning
To my life with intense fulfilling feeling
She had humor, wit, and a naughty nature
She gave me pleasure Raven my cherished treasure.
One day I was off to the village while Raven was relaxing
She’d had a cold and her lack of rest had been taxing
I planned to surprise her with a hand-crafted gift
Ordered from the goldsmith with no thought for thrift
As I passed Turnbull’s Tavern at the front end of town
Two men crashed the doors and knocked me to the ground
They fought furiously cursing rolling knives slashing
I was pinned beneath pushing kicking gasping
Suddenly and painfully I felt a sharp penetration
In agony and disbelief there came instant recognition
“Oh no,” “Raven,” I breathed, “Raven.”
I went to the street corner and there I could see;
Adam smoking and drinking up all of his money.
I went to the jailhouse and there behind bars,
Was Adam in a jail suit for embezzlement, murder and for stealing cars.
In an office building on the 18th floor;
Was Adam in a 3 piece suit trying to make a score.
Adam was picking up trash, Adam was digging ditches;
Then suddenly I heard Adam calling women bxxxxxx. (U know the rest)
Adam was fixing cars, Adam repaired computers,
Adam was teaching school and sometimes being a tutor.
Adam had children and would not pay child support,
Adam beat his wife, this was not a good report.
Or Adam loved his wife and he raised his kids;
Yet when it came to seeking My face: Mr. Adam hid.
Adam is a cook, engineer or communicator,
Adam is a bus driver and a heavy equipment operator.
Adam is a worshipper, He will sometimes praise,
Often times Adam will not do what the Word says.
Adam is so busy he seems to be preoccupied,
All of a sudden I thought I heard Adam cry.
"Lord please help me, I can't make it by myself;
Please come quickly I don't have anyone else.
Then he said: "Father I stretch my hands to thee, No other help I know."
If Thou withdraw Thyself from me now I will have nowhere else to go.
I thought Adam really needed Me, but he was just lining a hymn;
I want him to call Me for real but chances are pretty slim.
I am still watching Adam, the things he do, say and places he goes,
I am even praying for him as he blossoms and grows.
When he comes to his fullness and gets back in position;
I don't need you women kicking against the transition.
When he asks you for the wheel because he is now ready to drive;
I need you ladies to build him up, cheer him on and through him a high five.
I don't need you to tear him down and make him feel less than a man;
Because of all he has gone through I am working a plan. GOD
Jose does the work that the homeless wouldn’t
Yet they blame him for stealing their opportunities
When they wouldn’t even dream of taking opportunities
When they had millions of chances to
Pancho dreams Big
Bigger than the Rich White Boys with Everything
Because the White Boy already has what Pancho wants
And doesn’t realize how good it is until Pancho has it
Fickle, fickle Man
These people expect us to Work Hard so they can Play Easy
But once we rise up, it’s snapped shut, treasures, equality
They end up taking it all away just to complain about how bad they have it
Why is it that I’m working a crappy job for minimum wage
But Sally gets an internship right away, same grades, same teachers,
Except I go to a minority dominated intercity school while she lives in the Foothills
But Sally has Pretty Blue Eyes and Long Blonde Hair, "All American Beauty"
Look at my skin, THIS is Beautiful, to me
Golden Yellow Brown Caramel
They call it Burnt Sugar, but I call it Perfect
Asiática Vietnamita Chicana Chica Fresa Señorita
Multi-racial Mutt and I don't give a Damn
Dark hair, dark eyes, the darkest kind of electric fury
I’m American too, Damnit
Do you have the audacity to say that color makes a difference?
Discriminate me again, I dare
You! come on, come ON
Keep on pretending like your giving me a chance with Affirmative Action
Well Affirm this
I don't want your pity, or redemption
I want EQUALITY, once and for all
Not a cheap imiation of it
What the Hell are you Afraid of?!
Discriminate against me again
And I’ll show you what being American is all about
Come On, DAMNIT!
I'll bring it H A R D, with everything I have
I want to show racist America what I got