I am Terracotta O' Lord God remove me
Rethink me my heart is Stone;
I want to be your flower Ranunculus
My heart now is tone;
FATHER take of your hand remold me;
Place your hand on my body shape me for your duty
Hold me off turn this heart of stone;
To be sober fill me with your spirit
Breathe in me with new life whisper Holy Sweet Somethings
I am terracotta O' Lord God removed me
Received me my heart is Stone
Change my hardened heart from Maleficence
Move me Lord Gradualness
Make me yours remold in your Passionateness
I want to be renewed for you
Make me my heart over to be, Ranunculus
9/20/22/
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2022©
Categories:
maleficence, beauty, engagement, forgiveness, god,
Form: Free verse
She may be petite
or large...not the point;
Moms are Republicans;
she may have small feet...
or large – either way,
hurt their children
and they step heavy –
Democrats to-rue-the
day, they turned from
the peoples' good to
pay-to-play – the ultimate
maleficence. The Devil's
acolytes....
Categories:
maleficence, love, my children, parents,
Form: Free verse
THE CONDITION WE LIVING IN:Part 1:
The condition we living in,
Kindly ponder over it…?
Hello, Isn`t it intriguing to see the nation loss of hope?
The powers of oneness is no more in existence,
The spirit of patriotism is cast under sections of canalizations,
And everyone seems to put on bright eyes enforced by a grin on a face?
In fact, that’s just a mirage of uncertainties.
The individual heart is yoked with disappointments and depression.
It seems the nation have given up on her benchmark,
Only to pursue paganism as a solution.
Truth is lost in the mouth of our ignorant leaders.
Yet, they come to spit words of promises to propagate relief.
The nation is now reconstructed with deceptions, favoritism and jeopardy.
This is causing millions to be poverty-stricken,
And also plaguing livelihoods with extreme maleficence.
Indeed, this is the condition we living in.
Categories:
maleficence, corruption, evil, philosophy, political,
Form: Free verse
This novel pestilence
From which we have no defence
Or found sure evidence
Of its maleficence
To do such violence
We can't tell the difference
From hoax or sciences
And though I'm not against
Giving recompence
To a pitiful audience
That has no common sense
Our leaders take no offence
To insult our intelligence
And lack due diligence
For based on experience
They have preference
I don't own a fancy Benz
Or wear dark colored lens
Worth three hundred pence
But in God I have confidence
As I see his providence
I trust his omniscience
And feel his omnipotence
I hide in his omnipresence
And bow to his preeminence
So its not coincidence
I give Him my reverence
I beg for your indulgence
And most kind patience
For in these sentences
I make no pretense
I hate church absences
For such conveniences
We lose our innocence
To delight in His presence
This is the consequence
Of our disobedience
In this age of affluence
And techie influence
At home with our decadence
Our reason for existence
Is not to video conference
Sin's awful virulence
Seared our consciences
In this time of turbulence
May our hearts be his residence
And shine with excellence
Categories:
maleficence, health, religious, sick, violence,
Form: Rhyme
After nearly seven years in close quarters none of us truly held
An appetite it seemed to engage within meaningful conversations...
Which was well with myself; they had their beliefs as agendas perhaps ?
Where for the most I was just killing time while hanging out; at least of late
Besides one can always tell from that anothers kiss so to speak; lips were dry
Mute although and pointless these matters; tis better we smile let others save
This frown ? Maleficence never be an option unto the heart whom truly cares
Mesozoic, afore; long ago now as far far away demarcation dismantled her walls..
Ventriloquistic Virtue's, diffractions bending light and that His bow ? Terse love's arrow.
Categories:
maleficence, art,
Form: I do not know?
Maybe if I'm lucky, I would forget
That whatever it is. That spark,
That something, quite brilliant,
That happiness, spontaneity, that gush,
Of emotions, of insights, those
Things I hear when you say them,
That smile you make, that I think I caused,
That jewel, the purity, those dreams,
This laughter, you have caused in me,
Those things I've dreamt only by myself, but
Always I have longed to share,
Those things I cannot word, but tried to show,
That metaphor, the dazzle and shine,
This, which I cannot quite properly speak of,
But has to do with you,
That
which causes such pain, from knowing.
That nothing will come, no sunrise.
No light, no rest for us so weary.
Such aggravation, such maleficence,
From the cruelty of the inevitable.
Oh gravity, how there is no escape,
No matter how far we think we fly.
Truly the ambrosia heralds our demise.
And I would stop the bleeding if I could.
But I can't. Not by myself.
I have tried.
And so if I'm lucky, maybe one day I would simply forget.
But if life were truly gracious, perhaps these things would remain,
And I, simply find it in my heart to accept them.
Categories:
maleficence, lost love, love,
Form: Free verse