Echoes of wandering cares, mask;
True ego of expectant filming time,
Peeping to view wonder's raw face...
Maybe or not it could actuate light
Tears aspire to laugh over or embrace.
Prayers of guise shame put up task;
Heart never wish to visit each price,
Let alone kick off its sacrificial start...
To redeem the lost shining chance
Of helpless ruling lordships apart.
Echoes of powerless armour, mask;
Jesters hiding their tongues' prime
Of valuable words held tightly still...
While strongly growing up a fight,
Only litrates could space cum quill.
Tumbling but gearing tears, dare task;
The portraying parrots, crying so nice
Of beaming intent touches- as of mind
Driving consciousness through trance...
To never unveil but remain rather blind.
Exist in heaven, or the spirit realm,
Which is a level of existence
Higher than the physical universe. ...
God created the angels through Jesus,
“The firstborn of all creation.”.
Are they real, how do you feel???
O’ Lo yon -spiritual being,
Whose ever so real Seraphim.
One of the many arch angels as well as Cherubim.
O’ Lo yonder, Thrones.
Dominions or Lordships.
Virtues and or Strongholds.
Mystical creature
Gatherings Powers or Authorities.
Principalities or Rulers.
All those for mentions spawn Archangels.
Dance and dream wit me yon twilight skies
In deeming spirituality feminine energy
My childhood and beauty shapes
Fixing broken withered plants
Cousins unto the angels photo kinesis project and control nature and light
Changelings
Little, little people Brownies, Pixies, Leprechauns
Dwarves, Elves, Kobolds
Nature Fairies
O’ Lo yonder, Thrones.
Dominions or Lordships.
Virtues and or Strongholds.
These are just some more of those…
Mystical creature
11/21/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. ©2019
(2 Peter 2:11)
Written for class November 19, 2019 assignment (WIPS)
North Omaha Writers Group (NOW)
Chip off the old block;
It runs in the family.
This all needs to stop
In our meritocracy.
Titles through ages;
A generation’s game.
Lordships by bloodline,
Some things need to change.
Birth won’t denote skill;
It keeps people out.
Mobility’s lost
When money they flout.
James Caan can shove it,
And let workers in.
Nobles move over,
Let our time begin.
Thou art merciful
in so that you doust
the flames of loathsome torment
that grows in thy heart
Being this said be mine
be mine and we will dispel
winters veiling gaze of discontentment
we are masters of stars
envied by lordships and peasants alike
fatal star destined lovers
brought forth to the world
from the loins of two foes
but destined to love till death
consumes us like a veil
while we sleep away the rest of our eternal
lives we wait to be reborn to love again
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