Cover my shame
You can’t shame the shameless
Cos he got no worth no more to hold on
He feels he is good enough to be
Just empty
He got no Hope and nothing to Hope for
He lost all he worth and deserves
To his masters
Who he must always abides
To his rules
He got no say nor rights
All he does is just live for the moment
And obey orders
Their is no justification worthy for the shameless
Cos he got no dignity
His life must be hard yet he don’t care
He don’t even see it
He enjoys his suffering and smile like the happiest in front of the world
He could be your entertainer
He could be your friend
He could be your worker
He could be your brother
He could be your father
Nothing moves him any more
He has seen it all
Felt it all but
He is stuck yet don’t know
He is in captive yet don’t care
I once asked him why he never cares
he replied with a deep smile
I have nothing to lose
I have nothing to gain
But I have a life to live
And all you see is what I got.
The most recognizable album cover in history, the photo of the
Beatles crossing Abbey Road, taken in the summer of sixty nine,
fifteen minutes before noon on August eight to be précised.
An iconic album cover for the image resonated with the fans.
There are wall posters of this photo and it seems men, my age,
in music industry have one in their living rooms or studios.
The photograph of the most influential band in the world walking
on a zebra crossing became one of the most imitated of all time.
I am one of those who imitated it five months ago, 19 of October
at eleven fifty in the morning, when we had photos taken crossing
Abbey Road, amidst a busy road in northwest London in St. John’s Wood
in the city of Westminster, outside Abbey Road Studios, formerly EMI.
We crossed Abbey Road in single file with me leading, followed by my
daughter and my granddaughter with our fourth person, my grandson
taking the pictures so he was not included, kind of disappointing.
How I wish we were there on October 9, John Lennon and my birthday.
The Fab Four crossing Abbey Road in single file, led by John in white suit
and shoes, followed by Ringo in black suit and shoes, bare footed Paul
in gray suit and George in denim and white shoes, all in synced with left
foot forward, except Paul and their short shadows inside the crossing.
Tree and parked car lined road under a clear blue sky, brown flats
peeking or towering the green trees and a bystander on the right
side and cars in both lanes a long way off, no traffic, no pedestrians
on a sunny, midday, based on the shadows in Abbey Road in London.
No album title, no band’s name and no artist name, just an image so
simple and memorable, the band casually crossing Abbey Road in a
moment of stillness that became one of the famous artworks in
history and album cover of all time and one of the most imitated.
Am I here, am I there ...
Am I screaming everywhere,
Can't get in, can't get out
Snared by what it's all about
Beats of blue-green 'round my head
Share the space with rockets of red,
Splashes of yellow paint pour ...
Black and white reassures me more
Louder and louder, nearly deaf
Are there any sane one's left?,
Just what is it, tell me quick
Really, is it all in the music?
Nested in the cat’s cradle
Paraded in a child’s fable
I have no voice, don’t let me die
No longer shall I live a lie
I have no soul nor thoughts to save
Unbeknownst to me is
this life beyond the grave?
A designer dainty as she
silky essence she creeps upon so free
and with sheer elegance
unveils a painted lady in a trance
Wake me before the dream ends
In this a lie I can’t depend
Ochre paint splat on walls
Tinted forewings so not to fall
Hindwings I hold up in pain
Fragile chitin, scales, and veins
Bleeding strokes of mango chutney
Opera gloves cobalt blue, cloak impunity
Wake me up! Before I drop
Still asleep, a standing prop
And when I open my eyes
I’ll have wings like butterflies
The bitter truth sounds insane
Blends of electronic elements
Mesh makes perfect sense distasteful
Nestled neatly prim and graceful
Kept in the dark where it’s unfair
Wake me lest I vanish in thin air
In my dream a translucent permanence
I stand alone and have woken an evanescence
What creature is this that cometh near
His luggage filled to the brim with fear
Crushing our lives, crushing our beliefs
O whence for me shall bring only griefs
What of the men whom now weep?
What of the woman buried alive in their sleep?
What of the children who once stood brave?
Their minds controlled their souls enslaved
The baneful trumpets sound one by one
Can you hear them or are you numb?
Will you fear the creature of doom?
Come undone?
Or shall you overcome?
Overcome, overcome
Filled to the gunwale are the guns
The creature of the swamp now runs
He runs all things and everyone
The children now walk the plank
All hope sank, hopes sank
The baneful trumpets sound one by one
Can you hear them or are you numb?
Will you fear the creature of doom?
Come undone?
Shall you overcome?
Overcome, overcome
Will you fear the creature of doom?
Will you come undone?
Shall you overcome?
Overcome, shall overcome
Thinking About the Freewheelin’ Bob Dylan
1963-A new voice appeared in the folk music scene,
his songwriting skills came into play with this
album. Eleven of the thirteen songs were his
original writings. Songs like “Blowin’ in the Wind”
“A Hard Rains a Gonna Fall” and “Masters of War”
sparked a new revival and direction in folk music and
began the prolific career of one of musical history’s greatest
songwriters. Freewheelin’ was my introduction that led to a
life long fascination with the man and his music.
A pretty cabled sweater
That's what you wore today
On no one would look better
There's nothing else to say
You're stunningly attractive
A brilliant South Sea Pearl
The sparkling Pink Star Diamond
A real life cover girl
When the slave of God became the master of his lover,
Their tectonic lovemaking had shook the world all over.
Then they settled gently into an embrace beneath the cover.
I’m avoiding real life
behind the safety of my front door,
a machine left to cool in the dark,
fuelling when I can,
pushing through with oil instead of blood.
Belts seize,
tensioners wound too tight,
injectors fail to fire;
each spark fades like memory -
ignition slipping to static.
The valves stick,
hardened by grit and rust;
maintenance deferred,
wear settling deep in my bones.
Now this machine
is as cold as stone,
no combustion,
barely ticking over,
an engine meant to go but left to stall,
avoiding real life, one breath at a time.
THIS IS HOW I CoveR YOU IS PRAYER
If I should cover thee, how should I cover thee;
Currently…not physically nor housingly nor neither metaphorically
The best way to cover thee is through prayer
Our Father is always here;
And He listening
He listens to us
To you and me
This is how I cover you is through, prayer
Not a millionaire, only thing I have to share
Is my covering, the covering I share?
Abba Elohim
Favored, Grace, Omnipotent
Mercy Jesus
This is how I cover you the best way to cover you is through prayer
As I talk to our Father it’s not a problem, because I share, (I care)
This the love of the Father over you
This is how I’ll cover you
Our Father is always here;
And He listening
He listens to us
To you and me
This is how I cover you is through, prayer
This is how I’ll cover you
10/17/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr©2024
Just cover your eye baby
was home from the WIZ
just cover your eye baby
was my inspiration the
simply pleasures arouse
as I held my eye in place
amazed that this moment
was ours this moment was
passion the pain unbearable
but saving my eye my brain
was remarkable not that I
hated less I couldn't explain
hatred malice or shame
I felt forgiveness in that
moment if this world was
mine you would never
die an yet here we are
how the hell did so many
years pass us by an yet
we are younger than
we've ever been ever
checks hospice is here
don't you dare die deal
water wells have wooden covers
a certain rocky mountain is dry
but it has a vertical well cover
as a door over a cave entrance
around which a castle is built
the cave is a dry vampire well
in which they sleep till people
travelling in bad weather need
shelter and knock at the door
and a pleasant old man with
a welcome smile says "Well..."
(gesturing his home as the
local well...for peoples life fluids)
"...come in...out of the rain...
eat, dry, rest...stay the night"
and they were brought into the flock
stan sand
To
The Unresolved Album cover with the null and void album
Cc
Involved parties in disputed acquittal
Bcc
Ownership of microfiche
Subject
“I let the fish go”
Dear concerned parties
(To whom it may concern)
After writing free verse for quite a few years, I am feeling my free verse is hurting me too much these days. Most of these are like daily writing, as I simply register the day to day in trivialities. Why will one care about your stuff anyway, if these are always tracing back to the ridicule zone, almost always? They were cathartic reasons, but they were never torturing this much, they were whence time was true.I hold no grudges, and I stop unfolding there, as I care deeply, and vulnerably.
Let them know. Let them grow.
Thanking,
A writer.
• FATHER COVER OUR CHILDREN
May Our Father give you?
Extra special covering.
May He touch the hearts of our children?
Father please O’ please cover, cover our Children
Giving them new reverence unto us.
Through you Heavenly Father.
We so know that our children
Which are on loan to us,
Receive our Father's blessing
That’s tied to us
May suffer not as we,
But glorify Elohim our Abba Father
Referencing Him first.
Father please O’ please cover, cover our Children
May our children be in peace, in joy and love?
Give them an ear to hear.
Set a watch over them.
We speak Longevity of Life.
Abundantly Always
Obedience until our Father
To God be the Glory, His way, His will in theirs and our life.
Father please O’ please cover, cover our Children
Forever in Jesus mighty name Amen and Amen
Father please O’ please cover, cover our Children
Father please O’ please cover, cover our Children
Father please O’ please cover, cover our Children
Forever in Jesus mighty name Amen and Amen
2/21/24
Written by James Edward Lee Sr. 2024© CR HEART
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