my hospitalities
over nobilities
above abilities
belittle me
but
hesitantly yet
ambitiously
you need
to agree
that
speculativly and
for sure most
abstractly
so lets
get
down to earth
and agree that
the moon isn't
made of cheese
so
fabricating by way of
picassoticulating
stolen blocks of
braque cubes
i'd
like to fondue fork
that one and dip
it's spanish
flavor in
to
a van Gogh
american
cheddar
yellow
MUSIC IN MY EYES
I can feel the music in my eyes
Lord God create in me the fire
So that I can rise
I can feel a dance coming on
Feel the beats, as a drum
From my feet up to my thighs
Oh! homage give unto me
A sweet, sweet melody
Oh! Father instill in me, please
Your mercies and hospitalities
Your grace I'm on bended knees
The beauty of your voice
Lord my choice...
To feel the music in my eyes
For God you Lord give me fire
Now I am pure in praise
Lord love you always
I can fell the music in my eyes
Lord God create in me the fire
So that I can rise
I can feel a dance coming on
Feel the beats as a drum
Lord give me the words you want me to share
So that I may tell your people to come
Let them listen and hear the music in my eyes
1/18/18
written by James Edward Lee Sr.
windswept windsurfing wallabies warbling whales wailing................................................................................
A pink fish travelling with a tea towel is neither in a rush or dirty. Gridlocked gorillas getting grapes gracefully glide. Seafront mystery in windswept hair carrying a carrot, a jar of mustard, and ten grains of multicoloured rocks. A tambourine on a sponge cake can be beating but not beaten. And a lamb cawl is not a call nor a front crawl so place the gate and door at a sixty degree angle. Many custard cups play hockey with wildebeests in tutus. In a fingerless glove place nine toes, and in a pocket watch place a turning tubular pin. The frost from a llamas horn is neither stagnant or perfumed, it is merely a tidal wave of porridge. Hahaha magniloquent magnolia magnitude making monkfish moussaka. Hahaha equality equals equipment eveningwear xxxxxxx hospitalities Z z Z z Z
Tonight... I serve to remember
Shall time be of guidance to permit
This night... whence be minuted a never
For a memory is what I seek
Blurred were memories forever to be
Never as detailed as seeing to believe
Yet to remember... what belongs to see?
Won’t you only bother that of achieved?
To remember is a differ to memories
Yet memories need that of remembering
And to be that host of in-hospitalities
Who exactly might you end up favoring?
Don’t it all boils down to a selfless deed?
However broad from whence selfishness is to begin
Haven’t we all had wounds that didn’t bleed?
For haven’t you a pain that came from dreams?
This night... hours were given permit
I chose it for life to remember
A detailed memory is something I need
Yet a blurred vision memoirs forever
I love my country Sri Lanka.......
On top of the mountain, God sits on Adam's peak
Throwing his heavenly blessings to our nation
Blessed our country known to the
world as the Garden of Eden.
When our mountains are covered with beautiful flora
When the fauna walk freely in our jungles
When our valleys are flowing with water from heaven
When our ocean is picturesque blue
When the nature hugs our nation
Blessed our country known to the
world as the paradise on earth
When our people show their love and faith
When our people are gentle and kind
Blessed our country known to the
world for her hospitalities.
Surrounded by all of these blessings
God wants us to love one another
and live happily together surrounded by faith and trust.
Let us obey his words and build our country
as a beautiful Sri Lanka
Ravi Sathasivam / Sri Lanka
Copyright @2004 Ravi Sathasivam
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