“Music is the wine that feels cup of silence”
At centre of the Dance Group performers arre blind.
But that doesn’t matter at all, any one can find,
Each one competent in musical sense.
Music is the wine filling the cup of silence,
Keen Hearing Power dominating Eye Contact.
Never to depend on a Visual Impact.
Blind guys rely on their own rhythmic sense.
Music Is the wine assisting to step rhythmic.
Perfect synchronisation to cope up with dance.
Dancing under rhythm and tune to enhance.
Performance is sure to be systematic.
Music is the wine assuring to step rhythmic
Blind guys blessed by sharp sense of hearing
are prompt to dance delight in group gathering
empowered by mode of sensuous supreme sonic.
Their eyes were following, the girl
was following, the guard
was following the road
Was going to the blade
That was calling on the girl
From the disgusting little king
The girl was following God
Was following the word
Was following love
The king was following himself
Was following his words
Was following his hate
The girl closed her eyes
Said a little prayer
Prayed for the ones, that didn't care
Prayed for king, full of hate
And for the ones who wepped
Prayed for the day
That others could say
"Lord I pray"
THE FOLLOWING
You're a good little follower,
loyal as can be found
You take the side you're told to take,
let the vile lead you down.
Never tried to think for yourself,
it matters not the course.
Incompetence is held most high.
The cart before the horse.
They would not deign to know your name
or spit upon your face.
They give you nothing in return,
the sycophants disgrace.
So effortlessly they play you.
They've trained you from the start.
Ignorance, faith, malice, and fear,
forced down deep in your heart.
You're on the bench and there you'll stay.
You're just another dupe,
a thing to use, and lick thier boots,
you loyal nincompoop.
is more than a life
"half-lived."
The Australian film
inspires me to dance,
break away from herd
of commonality,
learn the Pasa Doble,
rethink convention,
be me
in an ostentatious way
and remember to laugh
and live
everyday.
"Love is in the air"
by John Paul Young
Let's dance onstage badly
with everyone else
who feels inspired
tonight.
“This is the final warning
for Scott Hastings
and partner
To please leave the floor!”
The stars are not distant,
but paths we have yet to tread.
He spoke of the silence
that lives in the words left unsaid,
And showed me that shadows
are only the absence of light,
Turning my world from a flicker
to burning and everso bright.
X=Xylophones of wood make lovely music.
A=Around every hill and every
V=Valley filled with pretty wildflowers.
I=I love the sweet sounds,
E=Each ear is enjoying.
R=Rhythm that sooths the very soul.
We roll beneath the cypress shade,
With radar humming through the glade—
A silent beam, it marks your speed,
Before you even see the deed.
The dash cam blinks, an unblinking eye,
Recording truth you can’t deny.
The body cam hums a steady tune,
Every whisper caught by noon.
A license plate reader scans the air,
Numbers flash—a silent snare.
If you’re wanted, or your tag expired,
It chirps—a hunter newly wired.
Computer mounts glow in the night,
Dispatch sending left and right.
GPS maps where each soul roams,
Drawing paths back to their homes.
Thermal sight through swampy dark,
Can spot a heartbeat—leave its mark.
The mic in my collar hears your plea,
And streams it straight to the deputy.
Don’t think the backseat’s just for rest—
It’s steel and shield, a lawful nest.
Your rights are read, your hands confined,
While satellites keep you in line.
So when you see that bar of blue,
Know tech and training ride there too.
We don’t just follow—we foresee,
By lens, by code, by law, by key.
Feeble Trump called out Joe Biden
He’s messed up and always hidin'
Who botched Pacific
Is not terrific
And his approval’s now slidin'!
A couple of days ago
I had an encounter
It was very educational
Many lives in illusion
They're very delusional
If you're not aware
You'll fall in their well
Then You start living in a warfare.
They believe in illusion
Which is void
Thinking it's reality
No wonder
Christ was crucified
The truth is really bitter
They all like sugar coated lies.
The work they put in
Is different from what they want
Show them love
They'll still snub
Because they're domb
Just to feed their norms
Always following societal programming.
fence’s formidable periphery
enclosed more than I could ever see
I walked it at eight, was still gone by three
the length of this fence has amazed Tim and me
Tim is a bull I discovered along the way
I wanted to ride him back, but he said “no way!”
I heard His name once in a story
It brought tears and joy alike
God would never let me down
I will love Him with all my might
The lessons I've learned following Jesus
Have taught me wisdom and great love
When I call He'll come from above
Yes He will come from up above
Could it be everything happens for a reason,
Or is it something one usually would say.
Kindred spirits that have roamed
Through space and time,
Sharing moments and a history of past lifetimes.
Always by chance our paths happened to meet,
Always ending with just a memory.
A memory that endures through lifetimes,
Precious memories that linger in the
Backroads of one’s mind.
And now our time has come again,
It greets us as a long lost friend.
And for now we’ll travel happily
Along the fair winds and following seas.
Dedicated to Command Master Chief Dennis G. Stevens
Surface Warfare Qualified
USN Retired
“Let who is without sin,
throw da first stone.”
- dat Jesus Guy
Throughout history
Many eyes have seen
Their own two hands ...
Throw the first stone
Pull the trigger
Thrust the sword
Hang a wigger or Hitler wannabe
Push The button
Swing the axe
Flip the switch
Make Anthrax
Sign the order
Gas the chambers
Scalp a brother
Build the Bomb behind closed doors
Pull the lever, walk the plank
It’s either us or them has always been
and seems a thoughtless worthless endeavor
So, when does it start, the thinking clearly
Instead of just following orders
What changes the mind of madness,
Evil must be destroyed to free ourselves
Does it happen after the bombs drop?
The Book of Doom
Says there is room
For all of us in heaven
If not, there’s plenty room in hell
For everyone who just want to
Keep on following orders
Blindly, without questioning nothing.
A sure-fire way to create an Extinction event
is to just keep on following orders
Who needs asteroids
When all we need is a little love
And a lot of ignorance
Following the heart of my Father
Knowingly secured
Vulnerable yet embraced
I look upon His grace
As I appreciate His taste,
Liken of lavender and honey cone;
Welcoming
His so Breath kiss my lungs I feel His embrace
Unlimited
Peaceful, intimate soul secure;
I love Him my Father;
The creator, Elohim, my Daddy
Abba, Father
Timeless now alive
My ALL ABBA FATHER GOD
The follower of my heart and soul
The reason why I’m here
Vulnerable yet embraced
I look upon His grace
As I appreciate His taste,
Liken of lavender and honey cone;
Welcoming
Knowingly secured
Following the heart of my Father
12/17/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2024©
from anthology "COGNISANT"
I try to escape
From you there's no place to hide
Following me inside
I rub my eyes twice
You walk through walls like a ghost
How do I let go?
Along comes silence
And the prison that that brings
Time to think of things
Got to get on home
Fell down the well beaten path
Fallout aftermath
If you can’t catch me
Don't just stand there, walk away
In cadence of gait
Sinners and saints
Struggles writhing in my head
Are you really dead?
All this in my head
Old and new batt’ling in dreams
Awake from what seems
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