MOTHER OF MOUNTAINS
Oh mountain mother if I may,
put forth my praise of thee,
of noble strength, steadfast and true,
Your full beauty none can see.
Violently birthed by mother earth,
jutting up through the dirt and trees.
Stretching toward the sun and stars,
catching clouds upon the breeze.
Dinosaurs walked in the shadow
of your majestic purple face,
adorned with gleaming snow white locks,
foothills flow from your embrace.
Glacial ice cuting slowly deep,
it's lines expose your age.
Your regal peak, stern and steep,
like a brash old mother sage.
A universal femme fatale,
invoking art and reverie.
You can not be moved or conquered
nor captured by mere poetry.
Grand words praise your nobility,
songs strive your peaks to soar,
by mortal tongue, no justice done,
as your truth transcends all lore.
I am circulating my anticipating
Foot ached fever broke bout' ta step out
Not out of my vessel, yet my voice is in session
My lungs, frontal lobe, feet and legs wanna dance
FOOT LOOSE
CUTING UP, SHIFTING FROM SLIDE TO SIDE
Faster
Faster
Faster
Fast step come on jazzy
Step fast come on jazzy
Step up, step in, step out, come to come through
Faster
Faster
Faster
Fast step come on jazzy
Happen stance, I gotta dance
Step on, step off
I carry the thought
Of what's up
To the form of getting down
How long can I be found singing
just, just, just jazz
Fast step
What a trip
Must insist you enlist come bro, come on sis
when I sing, you gonna dance
When I move ya wanna dance
Faster
Faster
Faster
Fast step come on jazzy
Fast step come on jazzy
Fast step come on jazzy
FAST STEP come on JAZZY
8/24/24
written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2024
for SHASTA JAZZ DEDICATED VERSE FOR SHASTA SIMMS ANTHOLOGY #1
so am I cutting?
the grass while in my yard a
robin spies me as
~
so he follows me
as I stir up the bugs as
i walk cutting grass
7/13/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2023©
Here she goes again
Cuting away the pain
We see the scars inflicted in her body
Thinking she's crazy
We quick to criticize
Saying she's an emo in disguise
We call her names
Saying she's insane
We fail to see the pain in her eyse
Fail to realize
The reason why
She want to die
As the days go by
The cuts get deeper
Marks become more server
And death becomes near
You see her blood
Flowing like water
But wouldn't bother to help
Saying she's a attention seeker
To her Its Now or never
For her death is better
Dark eyes Crazyed at the same time .
them beautiful lies. cuting against your
mine dont deny you snort coke some time .
no family by your side .got sold to the blined guy
he looks about 35.you a pro fulltime,you where 9.
now with a deranged mind
es1/29/11
Now that you've cut off your arm
and got everyone in such an alarm
we hope you don't loose sight
that you probably weren't right
and now we are hoping you don't by the farm
sour not good dorment salt good urines good tree smell like
paint and urine cat smell and people and you taste urine in
mount all the time people, pick semi freezen store plant
when first flower and cover if need with plastic, need shade
stop cuting down all trees in jungle plants and trees the
sun is burning small plants need tree and plant first in door
then plant big to stand weater, keep some crops underground
one to two years incase of weather and use as needed, all
urine smell like that some time, its also in a food, it won't
hurt you I don't think so because its in urine and after smell
twenty years later I am still alive.
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