("Splendid Isolation Merit Badge", 2010, original oil)
I was looking
In all the wrong places
Thinking I needed
To do something
With my life
While all along
It was my Life
Needing to do something
With me.
(6/21/26)
James beard Award for Culinary Excellance
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-Le Expereince de l'amour
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Quiche Lorraine
eroticism, beauty, relaxation
Morus Alba
honors influential artists
Es un espíritu inclusivo y en constante evolución, arraigado en
unos orígenes humildes,
El artista influye en las personas;
y quienes aman a las personas suelen ser, a menudo,
aquellos que entretienen a la gente
pizzicato strangs.
Bass Baritone
Intro: Sets the tone, tempo,
Verse: Develops the narrative or theme
Pre-Chorus: A short section connecting the verse to the chorus
tension and atisapation
Chorus: The main, repetitive, and most energetic part
traverse: Introduces new musical and lyrical
content to provide a contrast to the verse and
chorus, often acting as a turning point.
Outro/Coda: The conclusion of the song, bringing it to a close.
Hook: A highly memorable, catchy musical or lyrical phrase,
often part of the chorus.
Forgot all about us
Forgot all about us
Forgot all bout us!
ah man!
Instrumental Break/Solo: A section focused
on instruments rather than vocals.
Lo sexy definido
Hello
I guess you don’t know me
I’m just a mere human
And here is my story
I was small
And so was my family.
Our love was big,
But so was our tragedy
I craved an artistic sense of mind
And a love for learning
But it was freedom I was truly yearning
Freedom from sadness
Freedom from neglect
Freedom from tears
Freedom from memories I would never forget
You do not know everything
Someday you will
I will spare you some details
But will not leave out the thrill
This little story is sad but true
It is beautiful or terrible
However you may construe
There are a million words pacing through my head
But trust me okay,
It does not all need to be said
So listen closely to the words that I am saying
The ending is happy
Intro
"Yet I am whole yet alone to know me I'm loving-caring bout' humanity singly being blessed by a ONE"
5/12/23
Written by James Edward Lee Sr. 2023©
Hey Love it’s me your biggest fan
Your loyal and trusting friend.
The one who’ll follow you to
Greater heights as well as Shameful Lows
Not caring or knowing where this will go
Just as long as it’s you I get there with,
Not embarrassed at all if I take a fall,
Because Blind is my claim in all mistake made
Even those not mines.
Doing all I must to prove my Loyalty and Trust
Is forever yours to know.
Understanding that all things are Found in you
Is the Reason I’m always Bound to you
And falling is always a Joy
Even the part that hurts to the core
But even still I Love you more.©?
My son sat down his children
To explain, a little bit,
About the day the Towers,
In 2001, were hit.
Their school sends daily messages
To watch upon a screen.
Today’s contained a reference
To what this date should mean.
My grandkids (5 and 7)
Never heard of this before.
Their father, very gently,
Opened up that looming door.
With just the bare essentials,
But the horror kept at bay,
He let them know that every year
We note this special day.
In time, they’ll learn the details
Which are seared into my brain
But for now, I’m glad their innocence
Will hopefully remain.
Inferno emotions intro
By: Christopher Nickles
All your emotions and thoughts come as one.
Some of which no matter what cant be won.
Most you will win for they are actually yours.
Tried talking to others, basically gave a tour.
No one listens, they all flee faster than a cougar.
Wanna buy a ticket? Just know this tours forever.
Get in my head, go on a ride in the inferno river.
This tour will be my emotions and thoughts to see.
Dare to listen, maybe even take a little peek.
Bet you try to run, ask for a refund, and try to leave.
Dont you remember this tours forever, dont try to flee.
You know inferno starts with you, one day youll see.
Ahem!....
‘‘Tis the 13th on this Friday
The gathering hast commenced
O’ splendid eve for this soirée
I hope you brought refreshments
For on this day of misfortune
The unluckiest of days
Strive to change your misconception
We will tempt you several ways
There will be songs that are sung
Instruments played for all
Brought about by hand and lung
Poems tear down the wall
Vocals range from soul to choir
Music made from plucking string
To perform, ‘tis their desire
Do enjoy what it may bring
Leave your prejudice behind
It’s not needed here
We accept all creed and kind
In this atmos’phere
Now come one and come all
Do keep your voices low
We’re bound to have a ball
So please enjoy the show
Now! Without further ado
Kris is here to welcome you!
mi@us: listen to mi demo!
sing ye that sounds perfect
that this perfection
pitched in the perfect harmony of your voice
the brasses are polished
and the woodwinds dusted
the violins are restored
the metal strings had rusted
the flutes we're oiled
and tenor prepares to sing
he eats' in the diner
a meal fit for a King
the songs have been rehearsed
the musicians prepare to sound
people come from all over
people from miles around
they speak and mumble quietly
not to disrupt the mood
they wait the concerts starting
the conducter sets the mood
the soloist is joined
by the tenor and baritone
the chello's and the trumpet
mimics a grunter tone
the words are song softly
we sit and are amazed
the lights are dimmed
to create
the sight of a bluish haze
they soften to re appear as a pinkish lovely glaze
the tenor acts restricted
he's warned to behave
He’s a man with attitude that lived within his song
provoked an insatiable howlin’
whenever sensually his body moved along,
his world once shackled to Rock ‘n’ Roll
now just a shuffle of shakin’ bones,
this the last time he’ll string his guitar
a faithful friend who followed him here near and far.
Soon his final hour to holler a rhythmic tune
to thousands that bought a ticket
he knows he’s battling a sticky wicket,
yet with time to reminisce,
admits to a sordid life of sin
forgot what God had given to him,
when over here he claims
they were on different sides.
His home though is a callin’
across many sunsets so many tides
as for the last time his finger slides he cries
‘Oh, Babe I could spend a life time with you
But only you know what that would do!’
© Harry J Horsman 2018
I wanted to find God
I wanted to see the Universe
I wanted to Converse with
Self intimately
I wanted 20/20Vision
On a 40/40
Dose.
Embraced my polar opposite
Corresponding to Heaven
And Earth
An Eden Alternative
She gave me Gold
Hermetic Alchemy
Freedom from chains
Unraveling my 144
Cell by cell
She aligned my chakrahs
Thru Universal OM Chants
No longer fighting self
At Ease with
What I'd been looking for
As I gaze upon her
Unraveling Mystic
Secrets
Lay ahold to Foundation
Of Cosmic Worthiness
All in Her presence
My Introduction
To becoming a God.. Kevin Guru©2016
So sad, now he is feeling very bad,
He felt his relationship could make him glad
But to think of that is just so mad
He ventured into the love adventure because of the superficial picture
Not minding the deep texture of the structure
Forgetting that only God has the true picture of the future
Sadly, he never searched the scriptures
So as to see this picture
Now, here comes his dreams, career, education, future in a puncture
Like a dying bird that has just been captured
Only waiting for the rapture
Oh this innocent tendency
of observing inner-thinking introverts
to quickly like
quiet looking loudly detonating hot-temperers
who they are a bit too though being
observing inner thinking introverts
I normally loathe commitment,
Except when, by you, I'm smitten.
You're the only plans I want now,
And the road I hope to walk down.
I mostly abhor my meakness,
I see it as feeble weakness.
But when you come by and smile,
I could be weak a long while.
I sometimes execrate my thoughts,
But you seem to like them a lot.
So perhaps I'm not that far love,
From what I have always dreamed of.
Sharing moments none could ever
Begin to pretend to better.
Their aspirations, they'd sever,
Because they just aren't as clever.
Sometimes I enjoy the weather,
When with you, i do endeavor,
And sometimes I adore the wind,
Whenever it ushers you in.
I can't really, truly complain,
When you say "I'll see you again".
I believe this could begin to,
Be quite the beatific intro.
After the death of...
Deafness the width a charmer the
Light of the shield from a rattler
Imposes a threat to our imagery
After the death of our sense of roaming
To the reincarnation of character
Unwoven...
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