I go back to Pinterest because why wouldn't I.
It's addictive and gives me something to do I won't even lie.
I scroll and click and scroll and click once more.
It's hard to put down because it keeps my mind in control.
There's rings, clothes, books, and most importantly help for me.
I can relate a little too much to some of the posts and that's key
For me to come back I need to want, to CRAVE the feed
Everyday I open it and everyday I feel my hate for myself grow and my love for Pinterest turn into need.
It makes me happy. I know it's confusing but that's where my heart settled
I lay in my bed looking at these people who I wish I was and I meddle
I meddle with my mind but also my body. But I can't be them and I never will be and I come to term
I've thought that I hate this app but I love it because it can be good, i've learned
It's fun, nice, addictive, and amazing just don't scroll too deep or you'll get beat
I've had too much experience diving too deep and that's a fact
But I just CAN'T stop going back!
*sometimes
the people who tell me I am somebody
are the ones who make me feel like nobody.*
--your lies will always lie still and stiff like the corpse inside me you created.
It will not rot
It will not decay.
how do you steal the life you never gave me?
I've lived and died many times already.
I am immune to my immortality
It smells like ice.
It tastes like void.
It runs on crude and sour etiquette.
It's so esoteric naturally
that me myself is unnatural.
Do not play me with poison
You are not ivy or oak
trust me, learn your chemicals
We are toxins, take caution
See luck in my state of shock.
And so be it, I refuse
to suffer all alone another time
(again and again)
because that corpse you created will never move
nor will i ever forget.
I will not rot.
I will not decay.
Never meddle with the dead.
March9th2023
Set your pace to grace,
A metamorphosis is taking place,
Changing the view on space,
Breaking the barrier we face,
We evolve the human race,
The chase has begun,
Embrace the new season,
The reason you're here,
Don't run from fear,
That's the clear sign,
You're aligned,
Designing your destination,
Destiny truly a narration,
Use your imagination,
The creation station,
Always in transformation,
As information builds the new,
On top of what you already knew,
The view becoming askew,
Queuing in change,
Rearranging the projection,
To fit the current perception,
The conception of a new way to be,
Seeing you in every body,
Muddy water starts to settle,
As we meddle with what's around,
Learning to ground our vessel,
Nestled safely in place,
Erasing an old way of being,
Seeing the change coming soon,
I've already changed my tune,
An opportunity to set the pace,
With forgiveness and grace.
Dearest Tenser:
Told you I would write you about the weekend.
Pray for them flood peoples and all. But got some news for ya.
She used a chrt to list the men she'd been with. We sat in the dining hall listen to her presentation. It was right before the BBQ.
She went inside and started cooking. Acting like everything was done on tth grill. I didn't say anything when people arived, holding my tougne. That Gal from Dizzies showed up. Dressed like a street thang. Netted jacket, netted pants. "A show stopper one peice", we told her to put Duct tape over the Specail treats cause our men freinds were here. She did it. Got mad when some one said something about it. Well back to thee BBQ. Miss Thang did the cooking. Had Short ribs with wine sauce potatoes and mushrooms. It was good. She cooked the short ribs in the crock pot for six hourss
and smoked a BBQ sauce on the smoker
and and tossed the ribs in
when her company arrived.
Acting like the whole thing was done
outside.
I stood laughing at her
write me back:I gonna meddle into why these pole choose us to be audeince to them.
Sincerly Your Tenser
Yellow daffodils upon a hill,
Standing strong in their will,
Letting their colors spill,
Filling the space with grace,
Brightening up the place,
Chasing the sun,
Having fun in the breeze,
A pleasing sight,
I stop to share my light,
They grow just right,
They don't fight or meddle,
Perfection in every pedal,
Deserving of a medal,
As I settle into the beauty before me,
Exploring how they came to be,
And how their life relates to me.
The daffodils on the hill,
Sending me chills,
As the thrill of life fills this space,
With its blooming grace,
A reflection of the sun's face.
Tears, they flow as giddy gushing streams,
and meddle with our facile sense of joy,
seamlessly they interface cod emotions,
whirlpool laughter smothers trite elation,
smirking bogus rivulet, weeping willow branch,
to that toxic ocean known as hollow mirth
?Lust knows it. Life and death.
?Living and reliving,
?Dieing and dieing yet again.
?Sinners souls in eternal glory of doom,
?Fuel the big burning sulphur of hell.
?
?Afraid and broken inside,
?Living and dieing alike.
?A way to live was by Him made,
?Yet a way to die by we was made.
?Both ways we covet. Both ways we tread.
?
?If demons could reason redemption,
?What's with the man with a soul?
?If demons can be loyal to a cause,
?What's with the man with a soul?
?Why does betraying being good comes with pleasure?
?
?I covet the goodness of the light.
?How meddle I with a dark force?
?Who chooses light, yet walks with darkness?
?What is the nature of the light in me?
?Lo, lost I to the lust of darkness.
?
?Death's shadow looms,
?On the path of subtle allures.
?Lust knows it, yea, lust guises it.
?Prayer is for the living.
?Against the folly of lust, death's the only way to live.
Dig only until your fingers can reach,
don't fall face down into the ground,
you're not soil yet
Extend your hands only until warmth is still home,
don't deplete yourself of what you give,
even stars die a cold death
Build your fences only until their faces are friends'
don't reach for the sun,
you'll only burn yourself
Sing to the gods only until your voice is air
don't meddle with hands
religion isn't only yours to reclaim
Guard your walls only until the soldiers are rivals
don't stick your guns at every gate
not all neighbors are villains
Count the waves only until the sea waves back
don't wait for the sun to sink
your boat is holed of your own feet
Rush back home on more than weekends
don't fit love into tight routines,
time doesn't entertain belated guests
Love until your bones are soil
don't worry about bills and gods
humane is the best you can.
July 20 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on Proverbs 24-26
Key Verse – Proverbs 24:21 My son, fear thou the LORD and the king: and meddle not with them that are given to change.
PRAISE BE TO GOD FOR ADMONISHING US
TO FEAR HIM REVERENTIALLY
Praise be to God for admonishing us to
fear Him reverentially to overcome:
Mischievous persons with their meddling pestilence
Mishandled pressures due to mocking pleasures
Mismatched plans midst misbehaving posture
Mistaken plaudits caused by mystifying ploys
Misjudged pursuits along melting poverty
Proverbs 25:22 Praise be to the Lord for
rewarding us for our:
Heart of honour
Hope against hell
Help for the helpless
Hunger toward holiness
Hatred against haughtiness
Proverbs 26:10 Praise be to the Saviour for
rewarding us toward:
Victory from being a victim
Venture that vies over void vices
Virtuous vanquishing with our vow
Valuable vigour against vicious vanity
Valiant voyage against voluminous vexations. Amen!
July 20, 2024
I am 6
Formulated/Factual Form 0+1+2+1+1+9+5+5=24(2+4) = 6
Strengths: “, I am 6, we who are sixes like to comfort others,” denoted.
, I am 6 , “I like to we uplift, share, and give advice, and they adore family. They’re I am very honorable, and they make great friends.” Sixes are poised, nurturing, unselfish, artistic, romantic, devoted, and sensible. “They came here to be the parent, the provider, the nurturer, the organizer,” noted. “They, I am here to be of service.” , I am 6, sixes are, above all, focused on the experience of lovenumeri logically affixed I am 6,
Challenges: “Out of alignment, can be a perfectionistic, may be very critical, idealistic to a fault, and self-righteous,” “May meddle in other people’s business, may constantly counsel others and giving unsolicited advice.” Sixes may also be marked by indulgence and self-absorption.
, I am 6 , “I like to uplift”
8/6/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.2024©
Time sat with her antinomic daughters two :
Destiny the elder, tall, fastidious and hard ;
And Luck, the merry, playful conjuring guard
Who averts the pre-ordained, out of the blue
The old lady crocheting together events odd ,
Twisting her head ,opened up the dispute :
'Why need you meddle with and transmute
'All that ensues along Fate's heavy, firm plod
Considering the plight on the marked path ,
"Mom " , said the other with a wry smile
" I let my picks find the vicissitudes wile
"That favour the brave who bear Life's wrath".
Thus went the dialectic , neither did concede ;
Striking an attitude, blurted the one serious ,
That every act has its effect due and various ;
The other winked and shrugged, to plead :
Hope induces vigour in crisis and breakdown
As morbid defeat glides like an avalanche ,
And committed strife finds enlivening chance
If death is certain , survival is winner's crown .
Bliss
a phase where we are continually happy
where those people
who are routinely making your relationship
difficult are eased with the promise of one
reaping the rewards of a successful endeavor.
when the stage is set and those who wish you happiness
can know longer narrate or meddle in
the two Lovers lives.
When the ink is casted
let the honeymoon began.
She bought both her flute and oboe
on the honeymoon.
She had me crawling on my oboes just to
get next to her.
Every time I started smochie hoochie
she blow the flute.
I kissed her cheek and she blow the oboe.
I had to get a sing with her to stay outta trombone: I bassoon it's
part of the honeymoon phase. Being inspired and all. But staying interested meant staying in tune
but hat's all n the Bliss of romance.
It's all about romance and being romantic!
The Tip on Table Seven was from the Guy I told this
Story too. He to was
on his honeymoon.
The Gal's went outside clownshow.
Too many insect out there for me
I came inside! She out there in
th Gally get-up: Dudes lookin all up on her:
Let me get out there:before she start
smiling up in somebodies face!
See you around man!
Come and paint me naked and bare
and meddle with the joy and sorrow that I bear,
come and paint my dignity
and touch the soft spot of my sanity
deliver the wellspring of life
and help me roll the winning dice.
Come and splash your paint all over me
and rub the texture into the canvas
and highlight the delicate lines
that meet beyond the mountainous sky
and watch the paint drips
Come and brush my face with your fine brush
and make a new portrait of me
just paint me the way you see me
and don’t hold back the mystery
there is a detail in everyone that
nobody can understand, it takes
a true artist to find it
and a master painter to highlight it
Come and paint my dreams and
Reveal the final scene.
Paint my soul and spirit
and love as nature reveals it
paint my body with your charm
And shake the dust off of my feet
And when you done hang it on the wall
And listen to my heart beat
Paint me in my natural self
Paint my before you go to bed
And when you have nothing to do
just paint me!
He hit the ball and run
Aiming for a touch down
But the wind is carrying his shoe
that was custom made to fit his feet for the game
The dope is sewed up in his gum
And that is what gave him the final home run
Your team is weak, you ambition is cheap
But destiny will reveal your secret
I have thought hard and long,
How you became the champion
You fire the coach, you meddle in dirt
And you cheat your way to the top
But destiny will put you straight to the back
The other team is a better team you
And I hope that their dreams will come through
You have disgraced your devoted team
To fulfill your political dreams
you have no talent and you issue unfair judgement
And you have zero knowledge about everything
your strategy is deceptive and agonizing
You might win the game
but your dignity is covered in shame
Stop playing dirty games.
What is the plane on which we measure
One’s earthly pain and earthly pleasure?
For some will sooner have the latter,
Though pain’s what makes our pleasure matter.
A thorny rose may prick a finger,
But thornless roses hardly linger.
To have her sacred, satin pedal
God’s natural law we mustn’t meddle.
Perhaps the line is like an arrow,
While curved in flight, strikes straight and narrow.
How can we joy in God’s great treasure
Without our cries of pain and pleasure?...
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