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Be careful, be careful
Be careful what you do
Be careful what you say
Be careful what you mean
Be careful, be careful
Be careful what you mean
Because what you do it's not about being seen
What's ya motive
What's the scene
Be careful, be careful
Be careful what you do
Be careful what you say
Be careful what you mean
No, no, no this isn't a dream
Be careful what you say
Be careful of what you do
It's not what you mean
Because what you do it's not about being seen
Don't go round being nice to others;
Don't embrace me cause I'm not you brother
The good things you do is not being true (and)
Be careful, be careful
Be careful what you do
Be careful what you say
Be careful what you mean
Be careful, be careful
Be careful what you mean
Because what you do it's not about being seen
What's ya motive
What's the scene
Be careful not to do acts of unrighteousness
Be careful not to do acts of unrighteousness
Just because you wanna be seen
Before, before men to be seen by them
Just because you wanna be seen by them
Keep this up and you won't receive a reward from your Father in heaven
ya, won't receive a crown then
Be careful, be careful
Be careful what you do
Be careful what you say
Be careful what you mean be careful
08/16/07
written by James Edward Lee Sr.
"from anthology "The Love We Have Inside"
I'm sold
I was paid for a price
By Jesus,
Jesus Christ
Sold with His blood
I'm sold
I was given a spot
Within a room of a brand new house
Sold,
Sold
I'm sold
Jesus have given me
More than Calvary
His love and blood
Has set me free
Sold
Has brought me out
I am saved without a doubt
Free at last,
Sold
I am sold
I was paid for a price
By Jesus, Jesus Christ
sold with His blood
Sanctified in His love
Made a new creature
I am saved by His blood
I'm sold
He's more than a million
Just one in a million
No silver, nor gold
Could pay for my soul
I am loved
Yes, Jesus paid the price for me
I'm more than gold
I am sold
By the washing of His blood
By the blood of the lamb
I AM
Sold
written by James Edward Lee Sr.
06/14/2011
from the anthology
"Inspired"
I'm still here breathing in the air.
Just in case someone might care.
I thought maybe I'd try to write.
A word or two to shed some light.
You know the longer that we live.
The more we learn and have to give.
If we can keep our mind on track.
Maybe we can give something back.
You see with me, I tend to stray.
I'm sorry, what was I going to say.
It's scary, my brain goes completely blank.
I probably have smoking pot to thank.
Don't get me wrong, it's been many years.
But the ship get's off course when nobody steers.
So we're left out to sea trying to get back to shore.
Hoping lesson's are learned from what's been done before.
Poetry, a patsy mourner here, would you be the churn?
Tamanna Ferdous
Poetry, a patsy mourner here, would you be the churn?
Tamanna Ferdous
I cared for the beauty spot , her left trickle salt takes oath there in bittersweet chime
The smile and the smile line , a mystic rhythmic rhyme.
Her smile and the wind catcher , assonance, anaphora , anapestic and the trochaic, as 100 hair fall after a comb
The streak of moonlight, a droplet of beauty , submerged in homesickness, border less and home , in exile home.
Her toddler fingers , gone yesterday, broth of a messed later , growing up
Modulation and a flight of a tune, a journey to rhythm back to the rhythm , superb
Poetry that bits with heart beats and peaces , will you break free to tame the words, misfit, they are gods' hands ?
In glum, in tears , rejuvenation of the easier love, the placid affluence and all right throughout the caravan of timely rounds..
I adore you, I breathe into thee, homegrown soil, my distraction, my homeland, that forced to zoom out to Babylon, tragedy
Phantom would lure me to cuff again into the evangelical oxymoron, key mono-Lilith to polymath-a Murfreesboro prodigy
The fathom of the salty water step, and Soho, and an easy simile
They static, they enigmatic and they empathetic , not for, anymore, than seely!
Copyright Tamanna Ferdous | Year Posted 2025
Well I don't know if you agree.
But somethings I don't need to see.
It may be time for legislation.
Cause some commercials cause aggravation.
Talking bout the side effects of some un Godly cure.
There's just no need to constantly subject us to this fear.
And showing us a ravaged soul who's living with the plight.
Talking through their grovel hole, I tell you it ain't right.
It's not just when I'm try'n to eat when I think this is wrong.
Of course things tend to not taste sweet when they come along.
But do we really need to hear those foul disgusting words.
I'm telling you, those commercials are really for the birds.
They hope we get the message, but tell me what's the cure.
For making us in our own homes, endlessly have to hear.
These things that they think we should see.
In hopes they're saving you and me.
An ounce of prevention is worth a pound of cure. Well I'd rather die than have to listen to what they have to hear.
CLOSE TO GOD THE CHILDREN ARE
Ever-look deep into the eyes of a child;
CLOSE TO GOD THE CHILDREN ARE
Don't you see first the innocent;
For all the wrongs choices and disobedient;
Not all from the devil;
So it's right on the level;
For when you picture it;
Just believe it;
CLOSE TO GOD THE CHILDREN ARE
Matters of the choice;
Not always sweet nor complete;
In those quiet times;
those children are, close to God the children are;
When they are alone within their minds;
those children are, close to God the children are;
When they stand before you looking so sweet;
When they walk run to you on their feet;
Look ever into those beautiful eyes;
Look upon that sweet innocents;
CLOSE TO GOD THE CHILDREN ARE
They're more good than disobedient;
So it's right on the level;
For when you picture it;
Matters of the choice;
Not always sweet nor complete;
In those quiet times;
those children are, close to God the children are;
When they are alone within their minds;
those children are, close to God the children are;
When they stand before you looking so sweet;
When they walk run to you on their feet;
CLOSE TO GOD THE CHILDREN ARE
Look ever into those beautiful eyes;
Look upon that sweet innocents;
These, those beautiful children are close to God the children are;
CLOSE TO GOD THE CHILDREN ARE
10/17/18
written by James Edward Lee Sr.© 2018
I stumble on contradictions and attempt the impossible
reflections condense as composure sings its ragged tune
a cacophony unfolds from the many voices in my head
´think you lost soul employ rationale logic and reason´
yet ´cogito ergo sum´ fails to reap desired conclusions
silent replays of consciousness search for virtue in vain
emotions challenge my path to balance and harmony
like sore synapses they stick to their sorrowful script
transmit dubious pathways in the quest for my centre
like a novice juggler I drop memories and anticipation
a trapeze artist losing his grip under the circus tent
sentiments and intuition yearn for tumble’s free fall
polar opposites and contradictions jumble the process
peripheral vision reveals blind spots and optic illusions
my safety net tangles antinomy’s unshackled threads
paradoxes parade in front of my eyes mind and spirit
yet they commend and complement mutual respect
inconceivable reconciliation remains a step on the way
I dance in moonlight sunshine and obscure darkness
Luna seeks solar fulfilment but trajectories interject
for a moment though I think and feel eclipses no longer
28th August 2020
Theme: Irreconcilable Paradox
Contest: Pick-A-Title, Vol 22 - Lyric 2 - Poetry Contest
Sponsor Edward Ibeh
Waziri Neno-Minister word
wAZIRI NENO
wAZIRI NENO KATIKA MSIMUS
kATTKA MAJIRA
iN TIMES OF GOOD NESS
iN TIMES OF DISCORD
kUSEMA NENO
KUSEMA NENO LA UZIMA
KUSEMA MANENO YA MUNGU
NI KUOKOA MAISHA YAKO
WAZIRI NENO
WAZIRI KATIKA MSIMY
KAW SABABU ZOTE, LAZIMA KUAMINI
KATIKA YESU KRISTO TUNAWEZA
KUAMINI
ASKARI KUENDELEA KUWA KRISTO
KAMA ASKARI
KWANI KATIKA VITA HIVI SISI NI WASHINDI
MINISTER THE WORD
MINISTER THE WORD
IN SEASON, OUT OF SEASON
MINISTER THE WORD OF GOD AND JESUS CHRIST
WAZIRI NENO
WAZIRI NENO
KATIKA MSIMU,NJE YA MSIMU
WAZIRI NENO LA MUNGU NA YESU KRISTO
Minister the word
In season, out of season
each and everyday
Minister the word of God and Jesus Christ
Hallehullia
8/2/17
written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019
Music by: Tim Nast
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z7ubQgJoayY
A flower dances in the sunlight close to me
with with every breath I take, a tendril petal falls
across the fields of memory , a daisy still...
Emerald grass, plushy dreams
oh how my senses thrill,
when sweet upon thy scent of earth,
the memory takes its fill;
Mornings awakened, by the summer heat
as gentle as a touch, made up of little lace
Like everything that lives and breathes,
the tiniest of seed sprouting on the ground,
in the softest spaces, called my heart;
I find you in the sweetly blossoms,
encounter you in love and only love
while you nestle in my soul like dear agate
I come to meet you face to face,
and proudly name you, "Grace "
You're as cool as a parrot
who has to wear my fashion.
With just your leather jacket
to only share our passion.
With hair that's long and plenty
for making women jealous.
With neither of us sharing
Our women become zealous.
Our cars as fast as decals,
parked evenly in the lot.
Their windows dark and tinting
a view for which we've fought.
In jeans as tight as skinny
we share a sexy side.
With neither of us breathing.
Our lungs collapsed with pride.
To smoking in a group now
while blowing to our side.
And sharing what comes out of
a cancer for the ride.
Now crippled up in homes now
The years been kind to cool.
We're brothers in a sense now.
Decrepit and a fool.