civilrights/votingrights/democracyreform
update on communication of opinion with senator warren
constitutional means and measure as provided in description of property
antitrust boredom
petrol
the contemporary lobbying for additional police
in policy writing equates
to the value of ignition of petrol
rather than the clerical error correction
of a homeless person becoming american
that prepaid property of the citizen is in trial
as evidence at the moment
exiting a sealed indictment for all
of those who accepted the transaction
ill gotten gains
from the ill in the streets
knowingly watching americans die
while issuance of wealth was described
in due process
allowance of interpretation of placement
of individual case by case of medical need
present day has concluded process of intelligent quotient ability
of laws to enforce death certificates as an economic
recovery interest in the mortality of exposure sector
of mathematical finite means for speech.
civil rights as commodity?
#civilrights #commodity #zen #buddhism
I should of seen this coming
Our love was to good to be true
You showed your true colors when I got my prison blues
I never got a letter I never got a visit
Your promise was broken from the moment that you said it
I tried to call prepaid but the number had been changed
So I sit in this cell and dwell on the words that you said
Like a broken record in my head
I got these Prison blues when I got my Prison blues
You said you would ride tell you died but that was just a lie.
Forgiven Sin’s
Written: by Miracle Man
7/27/2024
God’s justice required a payment,
for all of my wrong doing.
I was unable to satisfy my debt,
for the sin that I was accruing.
But my faith spanned the gap,
between Holy God and me.
He heard my sinners prayer,
and at that moment set me free.
For my sin debt was prepaid,
through Jesus at the cross.
He paid the ultimate price,
taking upon Himself, my dross.
Thank You Jesus!
A question like a ramrod
Could an interviewee hit like rod:
For The Recklessly Unprepared
And the sure disaster prepaid…
As question waits for the rare gem,
Heard slight noises a big problem,
The smashed fist on his face Emblem,
At long last, Gem turning a Clem
“God, why didn’t I a lot read?
On me interviewers’ eyes feed!”
“I know there is Morocco
But funny it sounds: Sirocco!”
Only able to keep his smiles
But soon they read into it wiles.
Just for eyes no longer focused
A mind wrestling With The Discussed…
“Thank you, Young Man; you’ll hear from us
And make sure you try The Best Bus.
Too busy writing
to care if you listened
Space there before me,
live ink on the page
To say it just once
with no echo to follow
Questions—unanswered
endorsement prepaid
(The New Room: November, 2021)
Never was I slave physically
Yet could I be the one a Slave
"mentally economically and socially sinfully"
I have a headstone prepared a placement
On my grave site yet I'm not dead
No not yet all of this is prepaid for free set
I am so selfish though I don't want to die physically so a
And be placed beneath the ground in my grave
I want to see Jesus come down from the sky
I want to be one of those few alive
To see my Jesus come down
Never was a killer yet my words could injure
Those aren't expecting those in need of protecting
Never was a slave yet I have been ill-behaved
I've done Humanity's wrongs I've lied I stole from
Need now I ask for forgiveness now that was a slave to my sins
Yes asleep to sins until Jesus came
Along and He freed me now, now I'm born again
Thank you Father God
Amen
7/6/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2021
Make Jesus Your Guide
Written: by Miracle Man
11-1-2019
My life has been a road,
that has lead many places.
I’ve encountered speed bumps,
and seen anonymous faces.
I’ve faced some mountains,
with seemingly no descending side.
Often searching for answers,
finding nothing cut and dried.
I’ve sometimes traveled roads,
displaying signs marked dead end.
I’d ignored the narrow way,*
where the road started to bend.
So like so many I was traveling,
the road that was broad.*
I found life becoming confusing,
behind my self made facade.
Finally at a toll booth,
the attendant relayed, “you’re lost”.
He said the next turn led to Calvary,
where Jesus prepaid my cost.
Ever since that revelation,
many years ago I’ve found.
Using the Bible as my road map,
means my destination is sound.
*Matthew 7:13
New King James Version
“Enter by the narrow gate; for wide is the gate and broad is the way that leads to destruction, and there are many who go in by it.
Salvation Was Prepaid
Written: by Miracle Man
9-22-2019
Gods judgment requires,
that for misdeeds someone pay.
Salvation has been prepaid,
for those who seek it today.
When we accept this free gift,
we’re no longer convicted.
By shifting our guilt to Jesus,
we ceased being afflicted.
God accepted Jesus’ payment,
for mankind’s sin, on the cross.
Don’t continue letting sin,
be your life’s albatross.
The Choice
Written: by Miracle Man
9-19-2019
For sin’s propitiation, God sent Jesus, as relief,
But sinful minds think that time is ample.
But Jesus’ return, will be at night, like a thief,
Don’t traverse life following the wrong example.
Incessant clamoring, wanting something free,
We neglect salvation which suffers us no cost.
Jesus prepaid its premium on the cross at Calvary,
By seeking another way we’re doomed to die lost.
Acts 4:12
King James Version (KJV)
“Neither is there salvation in any other: for there is none other name under heaven given among men, whereby we must be saved.”
Been waiting for fifteen minutes to connect my call
Not sure if the location code is known.
Keep getting invalid number please try again
What’s up with this phone?
Oh, I hear some progress in the line communicating.
Hope it’s not just a third party line,
I heard a click like someone picked up
Hi mom and dad are you both fine?
I just called to say I miss you both
Have not heard from you in awhile.
Sorry that I can see you but I can hear
Just imagine that I am sending you my smile.
This call is long distace but that’s okay with me
I won’t have to pay as I reversed the charge!
I’m doing fine but I gained some weight
My clothes don’t fit, so I will have to get extra large.
Ido miss your visits and the home cooked meals
Those were especially scrumptious treats you made
I know that food would spoil if you sent it now
and letters would not be sent unless it’s prepaid.
But I won’t keep you as I know you have gardening to do
Must be a cribbage board with pegs which dad is leading?
so I will hang up now, I’ll call again sometime
When I tap on your grave, hug me…it’s what I’m needing.
Oh… I watered the flowers before you…..
The Bridge & It's Tender
By: Tom Wright
9/20/99
The venerable toll Bridge
is consistent in It's job.
It stands minute by minute, hour by hour,
and day by day.
Always there,
spanning that un-crossable gulf.
Providing for all who wish to cross,
a more excellent way.
By many,
this Trestle, is taken for granted.
For at no time,
has it been known to fail.
Through winds, cross currents,
and even shifting sands.
The Bridge purposes, throughout time,
to always prevail.
The toll collector of the Bridge
seeks little payment.
For our trip, one way,
to yonder side.
Knowing beforehand,
of our destination,
even this side of the Bridge,
where we abide.
As we search our existence,
for value to barter as toll.
We'll find naught but spirit,
for fare to trade.
Pray, The Tender will declare
"Children pass on,
with My blood,
your tariff was prepaid".
Here lies Timmy, who loved shows on TV.
Hear one right now being played.
They are not being piped in for free.
He had an eternity's worth prepaid.
Sept. 16, 2018 for Jessie Rowe's "A Funny Epitaph" Poetry Contest
I see seven point two billion lonely souls,
Like the black colour of the coal.
Pretending to walk together with other souls,
But I see seven point two billion lonely souls.
Soulmate, yeah searching that one soul,
Like the prepaid telecom,
That is why I see seven point two billion lonely souls.
Seven point two billion lonely souls,
Walking, Running, Fighting, Crying, Kicking, Punching.
The struggle of time.....
I see lovely seven point two billion lonely souls.
Playing with joy,
That they really love other souls,
I see some that kind of souls,
In their oh… journey beautiful,
Spreading perfume of love.
Though, I see lonely seven point two billion souls.
Yeah I see seven point two billion lonely souls,
Pretending to reside inside a bone and heart,
Cage of soil, some iron casting mould.
But they are lonely seven point two billion souls.
Travelling from infinity to infinity
Seven point two billion lonely souls.
When you are in a mood to write but no subject is coming to your mind...Then suddenly you see people walking...then make them subject. Forced attempt..haha?
The truth is dirty
The truth is real
You can switch it on
You can switch it off
On demand
Prepaid
Warts n all
Don't deny it
Don't defy it
No no no
Grab hold of it
Make it your own
Go with it
May it be
Strong in you.
I wonder if I’m the only one
who smells the fetidness
of dead daylilies,
carrion that lies concealed
off the beaten path.
Could it be my preoccupation with death lately?
Reviewing my will, perusing my prepaid
funeral expenses and life insurance,
that have acutely enhanced
my sense of smell for the morbidities
of death.
It’s not a pleasant state of mind
to live with and act unconcerned
concerning the inevitable conqueror worm.
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