Live music leaves me enthralled
as thuds of a drum, the intricate fondling from saxophone notes blast these veins
until intoxicated head convulses
when euphoric tunes pump in unabated--
jazz, R&B, wild soul, and rocking pop ignite
primal ectasy in the flesh...raw!
Pulse beat raised at 110, my torso gyring in motions uncontrolled--
the cortisol of anticipation surging through an adrenaline high;
cool the song- whips , oh more feverish my body trip!...just there,
Philip Bailey whams a falsetto
higher than high in climactic lifts,
my whole body possessed without Reasons on Fantasy's electric stage:
Another grasp of dismembered reality lures, where smokey thirst begs
for more notes...
this moment a cool fever of a thrill from a live concert rushes on,
where an elevated zing drugs my soul!
Categories:
gyring, how i feel, music,
Form: Light Verse
The blackbird wants to sing a song.
What song?
A song of freedom
But its fragile beak is tied.
The blackbird lives on the Island.
Where the Aubrey's tongue
Is tonged with coal.
And black veil worn upon her head.
When she chirps, it's unheard.
When she spittle, it's waveless.
She's chained to the bottomless pit.
With flashes of lashes on her feet.
She sounds the horn to be free.
From the yolk of her black veil.
The lyre to be who and what she's
And not what the sky paints her hues.
The blackbirds ask.
Is the black veil not worse?
To barrage of bullets
Or hail and brimstone.
Is it not a totem of submission?
Under the guise of religion
Stamp of chauvinism and bigotry.
Or forged as a tool for Eros?
Iran, the blackbird's drum is gyring.
But the eagle's ear is deaf.
The mountain smoke is searing.
But the hyena cannot perceive.
Categories:
gyring, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Political Verse
Deep into that darkness landscaping
By the grave I saw the quantum mechanics
The blackness covets the stars white dots so dramatic
Deep into that darkness space scraping
UNIVERSE-
By the grave I saw the quantum lights misbehaving
When I thought of the universe vaping
In a kingdom full of storms, comets rains
When I thought of the universe as I glaze
UNIVERSE-
In a kingdom full of storms
Beware, be for warned
Deep into that darkness landscaping
the cosmic constellation canvassing
Theirs is the darkness complete
Theirs is blackness sweet
I felt compelled to sniff the planetoids
Such a coved musty odor
UNIVERSE-
I crave the asteroid, astrophysical aerospace
Mixed eyed views of mistrust missed placed
and the atoms never grounds keeping
As the constellations just keep gyring
UNIVERSE-
Dimensioning and dimensioning within my development
In stepped a developing 'cosmic bay'
There is spectroscopic occultation
Laughs sounds of moving constellation
I crave the prograde, plutonian partial eclipse
Amongst this the beauty of this…UNIVERSE-
5/26/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2021©
Categories:
gyring, analogy, anxiety, celebration, destiny,
Form: Rhyme
A relay of moods dribbles on and on
when euphoric tunes kick in:
Jazz, R& B, slow funk, wild pop
igniting primal ecstasy, in the flesh...raw!
Live music leaves me breathless
as thuds of a drum, the intricate fondling
from saxophones blast these veins...
until intoxicated head convulses,
Pulse beat raised at 110, my torso
gyring in motions unknown—
the cortisol of anticipation surging
adrenaline doses gushing...just then,
Philip Bailey whams a falsetto,
higher than high in a climatic lift;
my whole body possessed without Reasons
on Fantasy’s electric stage—
Another grasp of dismembering reality lures
where smoky thirst begs for more notes;
an elevated zing which drugs my soul …
yet, nights ask for more live concerts.
4/17/2019
For Anthony Slausin: Your Amphetamine Contest
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Earth, Wind and Fire Live Performance
Manila, 2009
Lead Singer: Philip Bailey/ Songs: Reasons, Fantasy
Sample video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b1FN6X_86NY
Categories:
gyring, music, uplifting,
Form: Free verse