Come on now! You can’t be serious!
Take the Christ out of Christmas….
Not here in the great US of A --
Like taking the cork from the core
of a baseball. Or the sweetened lard
center from between the rich chocolate
cookies. It’s UN-American Macy’s! It’s
sacrilegious, beautiful STD Hollywood
(look but don’t touch). Thinking to do away
with long standing fond tradition, is tantamount
to Spiritual Sedition! For such thought your Act
of Contrition say: An Our Father, eat 3 Oreos, and
12 Hot dogs at the next World Series.
You try to catch what's passing in your hand.
It slips through your fingers, your palms, your arms.
You end up wet through.
You leave the door ajar, just enough.
Leaving a tiny crack to let the light in.
You're packing light today.
For the next world.
Hoping something seeps in.
That you can cling on to.
Light rain is falling.
The skies whispered
And my summer turned stormy
Winds swirled all around me
Dismantling the shelter surrounding me
No more on safe grounds
I found myself unable to run
As water rapidly filled in
Finding nothing to hold on to
I got swept away
The winds blew me to the center of the storm
Controlled by love, as willed by the skies
In the midst of the chaos
I could only listen to the flute
Being played from love's deep eyes
Recounting to me of the harshness of cold nights
And the bliss of the skies' whispers
The chaos raged on
While I succumbed to love's flow
Enlaced in strong arms
Promising to hold on to me
Even in the next world
As my powerful God
The skies whispered and the storm wreaked
The havoc is of unequalled power
While the bond of love only got stronger
In illness's cruel grasp, I find my heart,
Regret flows deep, for pain I bring to thee,
My loved ones dear, who suffer at my part,
Yet fight I will, for life’s sweet harmony.
Though sickness shadows bright, our days made grey,
Your tears, they cut me deep, beyond compare,
Not wanting to die, this I do say,
For you, I'll battle on with utmost care.
But if my plight should cause your hearts more strain,
Then let my soul to shadow realms descend,
Where peace awaits, free from this earthly pain,
Awaiting you, my love, when life's at end.
Our love, a beacon, ever bright and strong,
Through this life’s trials, it will endure,
Transcending realms, where we belong,
In the next world, even more pure.
Etched in our name, my memory shall stay,
Save tears for then, for now, let's seize the day.
And should the final breath from me depart,
Know this: my love for you will never fade,
In life or death, you hold my steadfast heart,
Our bond eternal, by no illness swayed.
In every fight, I’ll stand, no matter cost,
Until the end, where life and death are crossed.
Where is a heart?
Where is a heart? Someone lost a life. His life, the hope of a new life
From somebody, she lost herself, she hated a man, a love of her light
Loved a lady, a cruel, a man mind is this lady, but needed lives, pure's
Kinds of mine, just open the heart, a great of the new world, takes life
Heart in the land, far, somewhere else in the past life’s desires’s life’s to
To a living memory, a lived unspent life, yes, it’s still alive in a soul's heart
There was a love, here lived a love, there lived a love, and here has a love
There will be love, there should be love, and here is missed love. Life’s cold
Frozen memories live in my mind, a thawed ice world, the lives of love in the past
Death in my life is living, no way more, time stopped in my life; future heart goodbye
Heart
Love
Non
Yes
Past
In
Bye
Hearts
‘Good,
Next world
Comes,
Better
Lives
and
Hearts’
– Said Satan.
‘Thank you
for saving
my life.’
‘You are welcome.’
– Said Satan.
I hear the stories
I read them too
about calm, tranquil deaths
as heavenward angels take their last breaths…
‘She entered the next world
surrounded by her nearest and dearest
holding hands with her beloved husband of 57 years
a smile of serenity overspreading her face…’
Aaaaargh! Not for me! I shall not go willingly
I vow to fight to stay alive until my last hurrah
Punctuating the air with oaths and imprecations
~ Hanging on for my final grasp of this earthly station
You live inside your mind
my sister
you make me smile
all the time
we play video games
you always win
I get to smile
at my gamer sister
forgive me dear
I need to go
to the next world
The Death Notice
O Anuncio de Morte
I am turning into an old man.
While my mind runs 100 miles an hour,
I am learning my body just cannot keep up anymore.
I find myself walking the streets in my pijamas and slippers and with my dog.
We stop and sit and just watch life go by.
We watch people move … living their fast and slow lives.
We see everything!
The strangest observation that I have learned to observe is the man with the paper notes in hand.
The church bells ring daily,
Not just announcing the hour of the day but these bells from the church ring different.
They are the bells of a person that has passed onto the next life.
Then, the next day, I see the man with the paper notes in his hand.
O Anuncio de Morte. The Death Notice.
He walks around the village posting notices of the people that passed their lives into the next world.
One day, I hope to see from above, the man walk and post my notice on the store front announcing about the life that I lived.
However, I feel I will not ever die.
Or maybe I am already dead because I live in paradise.
Life is beautiful but I still want to see my notice on the cafe window!
~ Pauly G
They don’t part with loyalty:
Members of The Royalty:
Raiders grabbing a booty:
Just judge it your First Duty…
Big fault of The Royalty;
You can’t dodge its penalty:
Of unpleasantness fruity,
The chimney-black and sooty…
For true shows of loyalty
They must head Admiralty,
Their seats nicely Velvety;
Your Football Match Novelty…
All escapes from penalty
A drama of loyalty:
One’s back bending for kings sword
With its delicious “My Lord”;
Always from His Majesty,
“An Undeserved Amnesty”…
My Next World: A Royalty
On shoulders of loyalty.
This place where God and angels and his children reside this place those who practice Good Deeds the reward of this place heaven is this place called Paradise Nirvana the kingdom of heaven call the promised land the Heavenly Kingdom the celestial City it's called the Abode of God the city of God the Abode of saints and Angels it's called Zion Abraham's bosom the Hereafter the next world it's called the next life the after World the afterlife so-called Heaven is happy hunting grounds the New Jerusalem Heaven's call illusion field Heaven's call celestial terrestrial Celestial Kingdom call not seen with the natural eye but only lived through the spiritual life a floating Paradise elongated glass ever in all eternity Heaven abode is a righteous place the home of Jesus our lord and God it should be the place we all want to be
11/8/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2022
I OPENED A DOOR
TO THE NEXT WORLD WHERE
A FEW CONTROLLED
THE REST DIDN'T CARE.
SUSPICIOUS LIKE THOUGHTS
SURROUNDED MY BEING.
AS IF TO ASK
WHAT AM I SEEING?
THOUGHTS AND EYES
FOLLOWED ALONG.
AS IF I JUST MIGHT
DISCOVER WHAT'S WRONG..
THEN SUBTLY THE FEW
STARTED MAKING A MOVE.
AS IF THEY ALL,
HAD SOMETHING TO PROVE.
THEY SUGGEST I SUBMIT
DROP TO MY KNEES.
DO AS THEY SAY
NOT AS I PLEASE.
RESISTANCE WAS FUTILE.
BUT I DIDN'T CARE..
I UNLEASHED MY THOUGHTS
AND MADE THEM AWARE
BEING IS THOUGHT
THOUGHTS ARE BEING.
IMAGINATION
IS WHAT YOU ARE SEEING.
WHEN IMAGINATION
IS OUT OF CONTROL.
PSYCHOSIS APPEARS
IN THE EYES OF, WHO KNOWS.
JUST LIKE THE UNIVERSE.
OUR IMAGINATION EXPANDS.
UNTILL YOU ENCOUNTER
THOSE WHO REFUSE YOUR DEMANDS.
IT ALTERS ONES BEING.
IT CHANGES ONES THOUGHTS.
IT GOES AGAINST TIME AND
ALL WE WERE TAUGHT.
CONTROL OVER ME
WOULD BE MENTALLY INSANE.
THAT'S WHY PSYCHOPATHS
ARE CONSIDERED INANE.
AS WE TRAVEL THROUGH TIME
WE SEEK UNDERSTANDING.
IN A WAY CURIOSITY
IS ALSO DEMANDING.
I OPENED A DOOR.
I CAN EXIT THE SAME.
GIVING THANKS TO BEING
AND BEING EXPLAINED.
Michael E. Harris
11262021
Is death the border or end of life
Before a rebirth
Is life the border or end of death
After a rebirth
If a dream of hell is a bad omen
One has to stop mischiefs
If a dream of heaven is a good omen
One has to believe in good deeds
As hell is the reward of devil
As heaven is the gift of god
So as a blessing, my dear
May a dream of heaven
Or something heavenly good
Is coming your way tonight
In return
May you please practise something good
In real life
In order to work or to prepare for
A day of heavenly good
Or a future journey to heaven
Maybe you have a lot of dreams
You want to build a simulation heaven here
But the heaven in the next world
Can only be built by God
And surely, you'll need an entry approval
I'm afraid of getting old
When my body will be so weak and won't be able to resist what it's resisting as of my youth
I'm afraid of getting old
When my movement will be restricted and controlled by a wheelchair or a walking stick, when I'll be running out of time
I'm afraid of getting old
When my thought will become colder and my voice will become lower
When my intestines will be choosy of food to digest
I'm afraid of getting old
When my face will be so shrink and ugly
When death will be tormenting my soul
And fear to see how the next world would be
Hell? or Heaven?
In a nutshell, I'm afraid to die.
...Eventually his lost child
grew up and turned eighteen,
and his ex-wife wed a doctor,
to whom she could be mean.
Bob finally had some life back,
but just about that time
his mother was put in a home,
Alzheimer's claimed her mind.
The care was hugely expensive,
and much to his chagrin,
she hadn’t saved a single cent…
so much for western winds.
He was fifty-three when she passed,
stress had taken its toll,
he worked and slept and not much else,
his every joint felt old.
With nothing left to hold him there,
and tightness in his chest,
he booked a week-long riding trip,
finally made it west.
He’d been riding for but two days
when his vision went dim,
clutched his heart and fell from his horse,
while riding western winds.
I saw it all, was his trail guide,
heard the man’s last words.
He said to bury him nearby,
it sounded quite absurd.
But knowing how long he’d waited
to ride the wild trails,
I relayed his words to a judge,
and finally prevailed.
We buried him out on that spot,
and though it seems quite grim,
I smile ’cause in the next world
Bob rides those western winds.
Confused Miles
You...
are too far away.
I live here and you live there.
The world,
smaller all the time,
but still.
Parts are on fire.
Some are even flooding.
Be safe my dearest one.
You are family to me.
There are worse things,
in "other" places...
and monsters are breathing,
real air.
Not for the first time,
but certainly the last.
That is what is written,
so it is so.
Paper masks to keep from dying.
Children passed into the fire,
on heaps of trash...
searching for food.
The angel has blown the horn.
Time is raining in the desert,
quicksand for camels,
and the hands of the wicked...
to pull passers-by into the next world.
Walk softly.
If you do not hear from me...
If I/we are not allowed,
to know more of what today will bring,
tomorrow.
I tell you this;
Flowers ever to your step.
Bees to sing songs.
Butterflies to delight.
Sun and rain to erase all pain.
I will see you again,
my friend.
In this world,
and brothers and sisters...
in the next.
Closer even now...
by the simple hope,
of it all.
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