My son take care in the issues of love
And do not let beauty erode your eyes
Be impartial in your every approach
Treat a slave as a beautiful queen
If she treats you as a honorable king
A queen as a slave if she does likewise
Love is better served in reciprocity
An eye for an eye makes us both blind
in love and balance the scale of feelings
Not every heaven comes in grandeur
Not every hell comes with a scorch
Just as not every demons are ugly
Beauty is nothing but a faulty compass
That leads a man to the wrong direction
And rest him in a heartbroken home
Relationships are like Christian churches
Even the devils attend with a holy attitude
Sweet deceitful praises and worships
Bible in the right hand crucifix on the left
And powerful verses in their tongues
To twist the real intentions of the heart
Once again I will say take heed my son
For love is as subtle as serpentine
So it is as plumes in a woman’s heart
In my early days as a believer
just been widowed life wasn't fair
but God was with me pulling me through
but my confession of faith didn't share
There in my late 20s did anyone know?
what I believed and how I'd a change
Jesus was now my saviour and Lord
but was afraid of looking strange
Listen young Gordon do take heed
stand strong be a witness of grace
at work saying grace in the canteen
show yourself of conviction in that place
Too much fear of others opinion
hiding behind my stammer so weak
in social settings kept too quiet
when God's whisper go on just speak
Now looking back if only I'd been
as now stronger in my conviction
but God's been faithful keep me true
so follow Jesus in His godly direction
(I have written this on the possibility that I could give present advice to a past version of yourself, in my case in my late 20s.)
Understand and hear
Sound travels though time
Words written down
Messages hidden
Blinded by words
Forgetting about sound
Revelation 1:3 King James
Blessed is he that readeth, and they that hear the words of this prophecy
His voice traveling through time
Some see the words but are blind
Becoming deaf and cannot hear
It is said: Hear the words of this prophecy
Take heed and listen
These are words to be heard
Not just read without His voice
Hidden are these messages
If you do not hear them also
Why is this book confusing?
His sound has been left out
A nation whose people don't want to get sick
~ Won't be able to rev up the economy quick
melting permafrost
icebergs soon to disappear
canaries warn us
In stygian depths,
a specter swims,
descendant of Great Cthulhu
and Leviathan.
For eight hundred years in
caverns deep, beneath
stygian black waters,
his cryogenic sleep’s,
disturbed by
fracked-cracks
in Gaia’s core.
now he rests in peace,
no more.
No ordinary Cthulhu
now is this,
no ordinary
demonic fish,
this diabolic fiend
is twisted from
spilled chemicals,
toxic rot,
unseen.
Venomous waste has
shaped his brain
and nuclear essence
his heart contains.
Where once Great Cthulhu
was frightening to see,
this descendant,
poison-minded, be.
Terror of sailor’s nightmares swims,
in salty waters, poisoned by men
who cared for only money, you see,
Descendant Cthulhu heartless be.
When putrid breath
and jagged teeth
caress the ships
that sail the seas,
the foulest stench
of stomach acids,
will digest men like,
melted plastic.
Oh men of tomorrow,
do take heed,
sew no more nuclear
or toxic seeds.
This last boat
to sail these seas,
our dead souls
now and forever plead!
Let the foolish and the wise;
Heed the call,
Of the still small voice;
In our hearts, our ears and minds;
Let us listen to those elders;
Listen to their “proverbs”
Those proverbs
Let the young, those youth become ever wiser;
The aged, those blessed the young and children
Yes, even the aged all and everyone needs to heed the call
... the still small voice from God;
Let those with renewed understanding receive guidance;
Amen
6/23/19
written words by James Edward Lee Sr.©2019
Proverbs 1:5
From Anthology “ Intermittent Praises”
In the delightful still of the cool evening air
Caution need be taken so please be prepared
Got a big axe to grind
Affects the weather at times
My image is lovable but take heed mon cher
We must take courage to look at, can,
That dirge and the tragedy of Hiroshima,
To conclude and rationalise if we can,
That throbbing, deathly, vile panorama.
We did it, we conceived of it,
We intentioned that statement said,
So let that blood statement ourselves hit,
And blossom in purple and red.
New Writers Take Heed
By Franklin Price
6/2/2015
New writers take heed
Of the words I write here
I'm not well known at all
Want to make that quite clear
These words of advice
May establish a link
Try them on for size
And see what you think
Write for yourself
Of what touches you
Feel what you write
It's what you should do
Humorous serious
Political droll
Write of your feelings
From deep in your soul
Put down your opinions
What you think about
Makes you laugh or cry
To be silent or shout
Be true to yourself
As you write along
If that's what you do
Then you'll never go wrong
No longer what I was a month ago, not attached to this earth.
Like a wounded eagle, I'm once more regaining strength... once again stretching my
mighty wings.
This lioness was once unaware of being caged; awakes and is now free. Hear me roar.
With one stroke of my claw I will clear my way and travel to where I want to be,
to where I must go.
Trust what I say to you, I cannot stray from my renewed journey.
How can I explain that which for the most part cannot be explained?
I am a receiver and hear a call which I know and will follow. My thirsty spirit will
be filled where my present journey will lead.
Sometimes I must simply be.
My means do justify a beautiful, explosive and productive end.
From my once weary soul, I now strive to reach my new dynamic strong self.
by S.E. Clark
The truth is always bitter
I have never known
Its authenticity
Till now
When I learnt that...
...the past haunts...
I had it well covered
Or so it seems to me
But yet it leaked
Nay!
It burst...
...the past haunts...
A false fabric I clad
Deceit it was worsted in
Yet in it I rejoice
Till nemesis caught me...
...the past haunts...
Now...
Peace has deserted me
Fear is flourishing
War, I called
Inadvertently
When numerous souls
I robbed
Of their rights
Thinking it is sealed
Airtight!
But...
...the past haunts...
All gone
I alone
Peace out
Happiness far
War in
Sorrow is food
Sadness, water...
...the past haunts...
Pity me not
I worked hard for it
And it I earned.
My hand toiled for it
So I eat the fruits
Of my labour...
...the past haunts...
Hearken ye!
To the words of
One who all has seen.
Albeit
My words smelleth
In thine ears
But when thou reapsth
Thy fruit
Thou shalt remember my words
That....
...the past haunts...
Pass your laws
do not work
live like us
Don't be fooled by her innocent eyes
She's a devil in disguise
Weaving a web of falsehood and lies
There's evil hidden behind those innocent eyes
Don’t underestimate her power
There are thorns that hide beneath that flower
Loosen your guard and that will be the hour
You fall, fail, submit, and cower
Do not think her timid, do not think her shy
Beware, my friend, for she is sly
She has no friend, no ally
All pawns in her game, no matter how they deny
Do not let her cast her spell
Once under her control, you can never rebel
Once under her control, there you will forever dwell
She will give you horror, show you hell
Do not be seduced by her smile so sweet
Behind the mask lies deceit
Be discreet, or she will snare you, as you run, hide, retreat
Heed my warning, and my mistake don’t repeat
He's rolling along the blacktop,
Rolling past Flora's crop,
Like a disinterested wind,
A Zephyr without a clue...
He doesn't stop to take notice,
It's just one foot before the next,
Placing his worn out size twelve
Atop a sweet daisy...
His touch is rough, and,
Better fit the for handling the
Painstaking labors of life
Than cultivating flowers in the garden,
Some men take pleasure in plucking lilies!
They are the farm hands who reap your fields!
Other men specialize in sowing seeds,
They are those who recognize the flowers' needs...
He's not so handsome as Narcissus,
But knows well, how to piss a goddess off!
He laid to waste and wilt many flowers
And soon gained the title of 'invasive weed'!
He has no place in the garden,
No knowledge of the flowers' anatomy,
His touch is too rough to the pedal
He can't keep his hand off the pistil
Pluck the weed
That cannot heed
The need of a flowering seed
Out of my garden she decreed
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