We lament for massive ,angelical
innocent ,pure flowers
are killed.
It brims over with unimpeded
bloodshed.
In the realm of hopelessness
is embede in dreadful, terrifying
horrifying acts.
God' symphonic, harmonious lark
will prevail. sometime. Dove
will dominates our earth.
The weeping, wailing butterfly is
the bloodstained, gloomy
river.
The ravishing ,glittering tapestry of trueness
will embrace our unfeigned weary soul.
When God becomes a Father, as it’s mean’t to be,
he no longer judges, you or me.
He begins to help us, as in life we live,
as we daily go, the more to Him we give.
He loves us all, He wants us all to see,
as He teaches us each day, how a parent be.
We fall short of Him, each and every day,
he still loves us, in His Fatherly Way.
He doesn’t want to judge us, this we have to see,
all He wants, is to be a Father, to you and me.
Only to those who don’t believe, yet they have their choice,
just two words, He waits to hear from their voice.
I believe, from the trueness of the heart,
as from their lips, these words they do part.
with these two words, the changes that they bring,
on that day of judgment, our testimonies sing.
For He became our Father, not to judge us, you see,
God will judge, but a Father to us He be.
His Spirit guides us daily, keeping us in his way,
so, we have no fear, of that judgment day.
Planting a seed of deceit to escape the blame,
Even the blind could see the trick in that dance.
Tangled deep in the web of truth-coloured falsehoods,
Dodgy as a broken glass that reflects beauty.
Only the trueness of its heart sees clear the truth~
Giving its forked tongue some time to rue its regret.
Care nor love enough to make a pet dog a pet.
Attention to fakeness won't turn it to truth.
Nothing but pure honesty makes truth a belief~
That deceit has only a few nights of good rest,
Before the truth shatters it into smithereens,
Ensuring lies don’t last beyond dawn’s first crow.
Only truth-coated innuendoes could fool so much,
Unless the ears that hear are clogged with thick wax~
Rolling out deceit as though not meant to deceive;
Pretending it wasn’t intended to sound absurd,
Ensuring that its belief was clouded by lies,
That made a lifeless toy believe it was a pet.
Senryu Trio
Peaceful
More stresses and strains
Next day filled with Peace Talks
Calms down Mind and Heart
God's Loyal Love
Loyal to Trueness
Stickability does count
Tried but True always
Foresight
Lemons grow with thorns
Foresight is lemon meringue
Sour will become Sweet
Aqua Marine: 16 January, 2025
Vows made in trueness of love
Are exchanged by the two hearts
Neath the heaven’s eyes above.
Rings wrapped around their fingers
Express that they’re off-limits;
Letting all be reminded.
My heart covered slush
I was naked before Him
And in all my making in this
He saw before me
My essence my trueness
My heart was open unto lewdness
My stain heart
Filthy is my heart
Yet in Him instilling His virtue
Into me I chose to receive
That which Is the righteous of Him
And in my nakedness
I'm surrounded by His pure virtue
My stain heart
Covered in my heart sins of thoughts
As I wash myself thorough
Within the blood of the Lamb
His cleansing nature substance me spiritually
I am not viral exceedingly chasing my sins
Those my sins now are washed away
In my stain heart
I am craving the righteousness
The pureness of His heart
Heart of His Son's spiritual blood flowing through my veins
I am coming forth submerged in the grace
And mercies of my Lord Jesus
Through my naked soul and spirit
I'm cleanse washed made whole in the name of Jesus
No longer worn nor bruised my harden heart soften
Tender and pure safe and secure I am renewed
In a new shapen unstained heart~
12/4/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2022(c)
What do they mean?
Three little words so often seen
Thrown around by those who know not, how-to give or show
Like a strong winter storm filled with ice and snow
However a chosen few see the true point they make
Choosing to give infinitely more then they ever take
Looking past the meaninglessness of the sound
To bestow emotions so beautifully profound
The kind of affection that which leaves someone helpless
Rendering empty thoughts totally worthless
As we spend life trying to pursue this
Those beautiful words become devoted to trueness
I find more so then thereof
This applies to those ones that I love
Imitation, unauthentic, superficial why? Create
associations and link ups that causes distress on one another human being for sport frankly
Where's the trueness or loyalty? For gain for this reason Counterfeit, Betrayed, unhealed childhood 's traumas.
Survival of initiating fake friendship is it one's
goal to distract? And expeditiously obtain substances for one lack of and approval or others or lack of void of mere beggary.
Piles of garbage; sounds of carnage they motion
Blurry images of malnourished children
Struggling for breath and bread
They evince; the struggles as we grow
-of how we ourselves are adversaries to our improvement, a hated compliment;
Of our lust for not the future but the moment
In bold they write
headlines with demeaning adjectives
that best describe our tribe - negros
A continent taken as just a nation
With a bunch of foolish souls
With primeval irrationality, flagrant corrupt officials:
Followers of a God that is partial.
What they will never show
Is the hope and courage dancing
In those malaria eyes
The trueness in our loose ties
They won't write,
Stories of how our crudeness
Made them their goodness
Of us being their reservoir
A training ground for their geniuses —
Perfect confirmation of their guises.
Will they ever have those eyes?
Those that see us as civilized humans
Minding our own business.
?To live without love is insane!
I cannot think of greater pain.
A heart full of love simply sings!
Without? A phone, that never rings
A desert where you always thirst.
Where each minute is next than the worst
But if in trueness deep love you are,
You are so blessed and without a scar.
Life is a wonderful adventure.
From which you are free of any censor!
It’s simply a divine intoxication.
And you and your lover, live in a divine nationl
9/23/2091
Once in old Persia a Carpet maker,
was known for his unique craft caretaker.
Precisions in velvet landscape,
colors that invite the eye to escape.
Finest stitches that embrace,
artistic craft to everyone’s surprise.
The Carpet master in its poetic sense,
created little flaws as suspense.
Messages in symbolic texture,
to give the art a sense of lecture.
Artistic phenomena observed to see,
for what some ‘seems’, are not to be.
Perfection in the hand of the divine,
human flaws seduced to the same.
Goodness in the frame of trueness,
qualities beyond values that devote us.
The heart of human conspiracies awaken,
free will and circumstance not mistaken.
Phenomena of beauty to receive,
truth and its facts to believe.
Shall I compare her to a crimson rose?
Her petals glisten in the morning air;
on slender stem, her gentle beauty shows
as bright sun rays are shining through her hair.
Her tender fragrance drifts and fills the room
with scented freshness of a summer's morn;
a lovely blossom and one would assume
that deep within, her beauty would be borne.
But as I reach to touch her slender stem
and draw her closer to my yearning heart;
I feel the trueness of this garden gem,
a piercing pain which hidden thorns impart.
. . . How can someone with such beauty be
so diff’rent underneath from what I see?
We must remember that beauty is only skin deep, it’s what is within the
heart that truly matters.
February 10, 2021
L-et
U-plifting
C-onnotation
I-mplement
L-etter's
L-ikable
E-xpression
M-eaningfully
A-pplying
Y-early
D-enotation
A-s
N-ame
A-dvances
Y-our
T-rueness
A-nd
N-obleness
Topic: Birthday of Lucille May Y. Danaytan (January 01)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
O-ccasional
S-tatement
C-reates
A-nnual
R-emembrance
&
A-s
M-arriage
O-ccasion's
R-egards
S-weetly
U-se
L-ove
I-n
T-rueness
Topic: Anniversary of Bro. Oscar & Sis. Amor Sulit (May 02)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
My inner child is dancing her truth
Spinning, whirling, twirling,
Showing her trueness
Revering her self-power
Enjoying her goodness
Instilling confidence into her soul level
I am whirling and twirling with her
For we are one right now
My inner child and I, enjoying the day
We have painted, drawn cartoons
Written poetry, and now we are dancing
Later we may play the drums. Not sure yet
We are doing whatever we want
Because we deserve it
My inner child and I.
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