Recently, the President-elect
showed a noticeable lack of respect
when he opined that "Wouldn't it be great
if Canada became the fifty-first state?"
I have a proposal for the President-elect
and forgive me if I am less than circumspect.
Instead of imposing your country on us,
let America become a Canadian province!
That way, all Americans would get universal health-care,
as opposed to your system which is grossly unfair.
And say what you want about our flaws,
but at least we have strict gun control laws.
(And on that point -
although I know you don't care -
mass shootings in Canada
are extremely rare.)
Also, here in the land of Northern Lights,
we have respect for women's reproductive rights.
Yes, Mr. President-elect,
I know my country is not perfect,
but, unlike you,
we know a thing or two,
about respect.
When one is mostly idle;
Laziness is one's idol:
Things are stopped in the middle;
To use your time you fiddle...
The idle hears out riddle
But feels not its sharp needle
It's a voice that can tweedle
And - watch it - feet that diddle
He can't hold horse's bridle
And while walking not sidle;
Surely can read the Bible
And try the describable
But won't any verse scribble...
On that point choose to dribble.
So "Atypical, we Dyslexoids ain't."
On that point, from me, you'll get no complaint.
Being Dyslexic, for some of us rocks;
We're never not thinking outside the box.
Rebirth atop the mountain tops I am
Seething the crops of my faith
I am banished from the garden
Amidst the open meadows of grace
Nighty darkness firefly solace
Hope is just so all- around us
Standing tall high on a mountain peak
Barefoot when newly washed cleansed dried feet
Sprig of mint-lavender essence iridescent sense in the air
red flags flowing blowing in the winds
Surrender my soul begins
A winning soldier lock in battle in this unholy war
Self started I refuse to defer (I just ignore)
In paradise mercy grace has washed me, cleansed me since
On that point I was rebirth, I was born again
DEATH ATOP A MOUNTAIN REBIRTH WITHIN THE CLOUDS
Amen
and again
Amen
11/19/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2021©
It's bright day I opened my eyes,
Smiled to the sun knew it's time,
To go out and make impacts,
To see my brothers and mom.
Taking few steps to a bus stand,
I was lucky I got a sit to hit the road,
Few miles later a group of armies,
Holding guns,
people running,
Everyone is screaming.
You can kill us !
you can kill us!??
My heart got shock on that point,
Some energy pushed me harder,
Am down!
I can't hear that sound anymore.
A pain attacked my heart,
faster now it beats!??
Everyone running some crying,
am still down helpless!??????
Help?? somebody help!
They shouted.
Slowly I felt cold and my heart just stopped!
I was shot by a gun.
#R.I.P #politicalinstabilities #iaskiftheycare
The way of faith full of turns
turn on that point to have hope
you never know what'll be next
get hold of it cling to that rope
God's filled with mercy for His own
for those that's His people are not
as mercy is for those no mercy
steadfast hope is felt better than taught
judgement comes on house of Israel
for their deeds there seems no cure
but a lion comes in true likeness
so natural coming to ever endure
Punishment comes from the Lord
in forsaking God playing the whore
reaping injustice and fruit of lies
but even faintly hope always in store
Never give up O Israel in God
for the Lord loves you so free
His healing is for all your sins
your hope blossoms for all to see
(I have read through the book of Hosea and I've written this focusing on the HOPE that it brings.)
Vanishing Line
In the two dimensional world of flatland life is a line
Distinguishing up from down is not the design of nature
Maneuvering left and right is possible
But not this time
Existence is of the straight and narrow realm
Excellence is defined in moving forward
Objects come and go without discernment
Vision of life is purely a blur of what is and what might become
As elements appear within that moment
Things pop in and out of sight from other world’s dimensions
Diagonalizing the matrix is not part of this equation or this discussion
Needs no explanation
It’s staying in this matter as a diversion just for reading pleasure
And because I said so and it sounds kinda cool
Someone from flat-land supports that view and said as much
Needs no permit from you
Who are from another dimension
The point is mute
So moving on
There is no sun and too few rules
In the dominion of two dimensions
Opinions vary on that point
There is no day
Things simply get in the way of understanding there
When going one way, which defines life in general
There is no light at the end of the tunnel
There is no tunnel
There is only straight ahead
Where abruptly all things end
Integration and defrentiation,
Are all forms of a new equation.
Why add things that should be subtracted,
Things that are in no way related.
Lets just drop them out of the equation,
And help multiply our infatuation.
An infatution that isnt limited,
No due date and wont be submitted.
Nothing can reduce it,
For us it makes a perfect fit.
It is memorized like "1+1=2",
Engraved in our hearts as "I love you".
Whether squared or under a root,
Always so strong like a gun ready to shoot.
It intersects our being,
And on that point im relying.
To our hearts its a direct bisector,
With time it is a vector.
As important as the "e",
As sweet as the sugar in your tea.
Cant be substituted by a "y",
To compare it with anything would be a lie.
The depth can not be calculated,
But from our eyes it can be estimated.