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THINGS GO CHANGE: ANDERSON WALKINGSHOES
INSTRUMENTAL BREAK:
This is ANDERSON WALKINGSHOES,
Things go change.
Nyame nsa wom.
Yeah, adom wo wi'mu,
Yehowah nti, things go change.
Adom wo wi'mu (Adom wo wi'mu)
VERSE 1:
Strip me naked,
Make I walk down the lane.
"W'abor dam, w'abor dam",
I don't give a damn.
(Nny3 m'as3m)
Killing me softly, what you go get?
Make we put love first,
For love be the greatest.
At least life matters.
Yeah, life matters.
(Life matters)
PRE-CHORUS:
Yeah, adom wo wi'mu.
Yehowah nti, Y3 ti nkwa mu.
(Y3 ti nkwa mu)
CHORUS:
Yeah, that's the way it is.
Kakra nkakra, things go change.
Nyame nsa wom.
Yeah, adom wo wi'mu.
Yehowah nti, things go change.
CHORUS:
Yeah, that's the way it is.
Kakra nkrakra, things go change.
Nyame nsa wo mu.
Yeah, adom wo wi'mu.
Yehowah nti, things go change.
VERSE 2:
"Old year passed, new year come,
No difference."
Well, I ain't believe in that statement.
Counting my blessings;
Charley, GOD got me favoured.
(Highly favoured)
Yehowah got me sorted.
My families are shielded,
My loved ones are delivered.
Aseda nka Yehowah,
Indeed, He's the Greatest.
PRE-CHORUS:
Yeah, adom wo wi'mu.
Yehowah nti, Y3 ti nkwa mu.
(Y3 ti nkwa mu)
CHORUS:
Yeah, that's the way it is.
Kakra nkakra, things go change.
Nyame nsa wom.
Yeah, adom wo wi'mu.
Yehowah nti, things go change.
CHORUS:
Yeah, that's the way it is.
Kakra nkakra, things go change.
Nyame nsa wom.
Yeah, adom wo wi'mu.
Yehowah nti, things go change.
INSTRUMENTAL BREAK:
Adom wor wi'mu,
Yehowah nti, things go change.
CHORUS:
Yeah, that's the way it is.
Kakra nkakra, things go change,
Nyame nsa wom.
Yeah, adom wo wi'mu.
Yehowah nti, things go change.
(Kakra nkakra, things go change)
(Nyame nsa wom)
(Yeah, adom wo wi'mu)
(Yehowah nti, things go change)
When is when all is said and done with all said and done can I read it in his words when all is said and done I have promise I have a promise a holy holy promise I will be delivered and when all is said and done I'll be a follower of all his words I'll be encouraged I'll be understood he's my father and I'm his child I am in heavenly places I am not of the wild when all is said and done I'll be delivered of life and walk on the streets of gold when all is said and done when all said and done I am his father I am of the father and I am his son
When it is when all is said and done with all said and done can I read it in his words when all is said and done I have promise I have a promise a holy holy promise that if I submit to his will I will be delivered and when all is said and done I will be a follower of all his words I'll be encouraged I'll be understood he's my father and I'm his child I am in heavenly places I am not of the wild when all is said and done I'll be delivered I'll have a crown of Life and walk on the streets of gold when all is said and done when all is said and done I'll be one of his children one of the chosen one when all is said and done I have a promise a holy promise that if I submit to his will I'll be delivered and fulfilled when all is said and done I am his father I am of the father and I am his son
11/18/22
7/5/22 (spoken word)
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2003, 2022
I.
When he was born, within the early spring,
It was the year Nineteen Seventy-Five.
All hearts were warmed with the joy he would bring,
Knowing as he grew older, he would thrive.
He continued to develop and strive;
And with his first steps, he started walking—
Then, with mumbled words, he began talking.
II.
As he continued to learn and explore,
A birthday party with his friends was planned—
The eighth day of April had come once more.
His first year of grade school was soon at hand,
And he rose to each challenging demand.
He soon knew every number and letter,
And started reading and writing better.
III.
Once the warmer days of summer returned,
He delivered newspapers on his bike.
Using the allowance that he had earned,
He bought treats, and through the woods he would hike.
He learned which things he did and did not like—
As he kept growing taller and older,
And his moments of courage got bolder.
© 2021
The ocean of the almighty has swept me in,
Each battle of existence I easily win;
Needs of health, wealth, fame, fortune, and endowments met,
My life, like the rhythm of the cosmos, is set...!
I feel as though Buddha, the truly enlightened,
I enter a state of nirvana, unfrightened;
Likes and dislikes, like twigs in falls, are now withered,
Divine grace, like daily bread, per need, delivered...!
I seek him in truth; eat his body; drink his blood;
His life flows in me, like the waters of a flood;
I am meek and humble of heart to uphold him,
My joy, like a pitcher near wells, fills to the brim...!
His body was broken, and blood was shed; for me,
His grace makes me, here on earth, his kingdom to see;
There's no involution, but evolution now,
Christ is my life; in him I live; to him I bow...!
On a stone wall, by the solitary pavement,
Annoyed and angry, with daggers drawn at everyone,
I saw my neighbor sitting dejected and depressed.
Though known him for years, of late he has changed much.
His eyes had grown so cold, and his mind, so blank.
His vision, I felt was blurred by a hazy mist.
He was seen with his gaze fixed at the horizon far,
Like a block of stone, hardly noticing anyone, he sat.
From a distance, came a barking sound,
It was from his dog that followed its master’s trail.
Seeing a rodent, behind a wild bush
The dog was barking nonstop on and on
The mangy animal was once so loved,
Now left wantonly uncared and unattended.
With incessant bark it was disturbing the calm around.
This greatly irked the man, otherwise annoyed.
Instant was his response and rash, his action.
Picking up a stone and aiming at the dog,
He hurled the stone with all his might,
And sad! It hit hard on his target.
Oppressively hurt by the whizzing stone,
The dog twitched and yelled in pain.
Licking its wound, it ran round and round,
Along the concrete path, mad and wild.
At last, slowing down and turning its direction
Towards its master, it moved fast.
Petrified, on an impulse, he jumped down,
And fearing the worst, he closed his eyes.
But wagging its tail with a pleading look
It began licking its master’s hand.
The hand so rude that clutched the stone,
And had flung at it, causing it to bleed.
It was a gesture too deep for words,
That taught the man the lesson of love:
Love others with every broken piece
Even after someone breaks one's heart.
After years, it remains the best example
Of forgiveness, I have ever seen and assimilated.
It helps me forget all bitterness towards my enemies,
Teaching me the lesson not to curse but to bless them.
I feel it was a message sent down from Heaven,
The most powerful of all sermons so far delivered.
By forgiving our enemies, one can unload the baggage,
And save our wretched lives from serious wreckage!
O brother, how gladly we speed away from each other, in earnest.
To each, his/her face mask. Already we are all dead, dragging our feet
to our grave. No one spares his strength on shoveling dirt in the cemeteries. Cities of murder cry for vengeance. Are you fool enough to stay? It's a cause akin to our ancestors who vanished in rough seas, all pain and rogue. When you've reached my age, that's exactly what you do, rise defiant against our rotten core. That wanton company of hope is safely delivered to trash bin. I
may even one day boast of a proficient 'rebel without a cause', bracing for new sensations. I notice that people hate me, repulsed by my foolishness. Take me to your serene circle. Poets and the public are both pathetic. Phantasmagoric pandemic reigns, in its twilight we play the daredevil, it may yet provide a token of fun. Aghast, it pushes us below the cliff, spoiling our fun. I ring the hero within in its web of doubt. It knows how to advance against all the rubble.
To sun and moon I pray, of the flames of faith I have no dearth. Beseeched by far horizons, aware of the grace, the injury to fear. You are not who you are supposed to be. Stop terrorizing your soul. Forgive the tired jest, modestly entertain the possibility you may be wrong in your conclusions. Razor sharp reconsiderations, like a capsized vessel, I salute you captain, please explain which star shines so exquisitely indulging your fantasy? That's an assumption you have no right to make. Nothing affects a captain's conduct. A catastrophe provokes trouble but doesn't give you the license to peddle the intellectual traits breathing arrogance.
To hold a peaceful air, break in radiance the horned beast spreading stealthy. It has achieved its goal, won over every soul, but yours. You should pass the muster with honor if you stop wrestling with the truth.
"Trust in the Lord with all your heart and lean not unto your own understanding. "Peace in you heart. Joy in your soul. Freedom in your spirit. All of these good things and more. Belong to you when you freely trust in the Lord. It shall be well, indeed with your soul. It shall be well, indeed with your soul.
The battle raging deep within your mind. Jesus will fight for you. Jesus will
defeat the enemy of your mind. He will bring his wonderous peace to your mind. He shall defeat the devil, and Jesus Christ will become Lord of your life.
The unclean thoughts raging deep within your heart. Feelings of lust and double mindedness. Whosoever the Lord sets free from the bondage of sin. Is free indeed. Jesus Christ will set your heart free indeed. It will no longer be under bondage of death, hell and the grave.
The black cloud of depression harboring deep within your soul. You soul can be washed whiter than snow. Jesus Christ will faithfully lift the bottomless pit of depression. And deliver you from your mental illness. "Just trust and obey for there is no other way to be happy in Jesus. But to trust and obey in perfect submission. And pure peace and harmony will flood your soul.
The battle raging deep within your spirit. Has been delivered by the Holy Spirit. Satan is a defeated foe. He has no more power over you. The power over you is love sweet love. Your spirit is being purified. All by the precious blood of the Lamb of God. He has redeemed your captive spirit by setting you free from all of your sinful iniquities. He who the Holy Spirit sets free is freeborn indeed.
Love in Christ Jesus!
Roxanne Lea Dubarry
Roxy Lea 1954
Roxy 1954/ October Country
March 27, 2020
I cannot sit, pretend not to see,
Is it considered love when speaking feelings honestly,
Isn't the honesty worth more when sharing your heart?,
When intention is in love watching it all falling apart,
Will you hate me, when all the while I love you?,
And if the honesty strikes a nerve, would you think I'm against you?,
Alone in the dark, tears fall to the ground,
The heart of the matter speaks loves bravery sound,
Knowing the hurt or hatred that may come their way,
While loves honest tears cannot shake the faith,
In the love received deep in their soul,
Lord, am I dishonest to myself and them if I let this go....
On.....stepping up my heart to face,
If ignorance is bliss, will our heart's grow in this place?,
If the pressure on my heart grew any stronger,
It would crush the love and be considered a liar,
It is not up to tossing a coin, or flipping a card,
This love speaks through the winds of adversity, this love loves hard,
If we see the storm coming, do we not prepare,
Will I put on my rain coat, and offer you nothing to wear?,
If we are family, and we allow selfishness to breed,
We will loose all sense of connection, the love to be,
So if we look like the enemy, excuse us for the moment,
If the Lord must cast my heart, the pain from loving you broken,
You cannot see the hurt, it is being mended and covered,
For the honesty in loving you to bring together.......
Guess the speaking delivered and served,
But can you guess the heart of love you heard?,
Day after day moment by moment second by second you see,
life's rollercoaster of thought's feeling's and emotion's delivered to you and me.
We all go through our own unique fair share,
yes, we all have our own rollercoaster to bare.
It's not easy sometimes just to try and catch your breath I know,
the up's and down's the insides and outsides we go.
Pulled and yanked around tossed here and there,
here's a twist of perception I'd like with to you share.
Life is all about growing, learning to change with the change,
if we are not growing each day we're not living, think this strange?
If we aren't living, then we're already dead, this is what I see,
life's rollercoaster trying to strengthen both you and me.
Let your heart rule each thought of the mind,
walk in Gods Spirit, and you won't be blind
You will learn to grow with each changing faze of your life,
everything we have been through, with all of it's strife.
Learn to live and grow with each good thought, feeling, and emotion's I say,
Look for a positive outcome in all things you encounter today.
Do this without giving up or or giving in,
looking for positive outcomes, you'll learn how to win!
Marvel's Fantastic Four: Mr. Fantastic, The Invisible Woman,
The Human Torch and The Thing.
The best memory of the Fantastic Four cartoon characters
that can be best realized, of good measure, was their
live production. Unfortunately, not one episode
is resurrection-able of their cartoon version.
However, that filmed production wherein human characters
portrayed their cartoon counterparts as singularly
different. Granted that there'd be others that
were produced on the silver screen
whereto calls into question
my 'good measure'
ergo, google
ID it to be
a 2005
film.
First off, ...
The Invisible Woman was visibly
fetching and was indebted to
Mr. Fantastic's character,
yet not by definition.
The Thing's character was quick to temper
and getting stoned whenever ...
The Human Torch,
combust.
Albeit, Mr. Fantastic's human counterpart was
misleading as his appearance rendered him
to be fantastic-ally half his portrayed age
and that protege veneer was studious.
The contrast between Mr. Fantastic's cartoon character,
stems from Dr. Ben of The Jonny Quest Adventures
who shares that '60s science-like qualities
whereto Mr. Fantastic bears a streak
of gray hair--defining age factor.
Furthermore, the content of that movie is fleeting other than
the fact that The Human Torch is excessively
--cold.
Sadly, the complete genre of cartoon episodes no longer
occupies my memory banks--blank. Whether they'd
be televised or store-shelved, it'll also include my
children's. Most characters are more noticed
than the show/comic/toy they delivered.
Noting their identifiable names, Popeye versus the
boys' Pac-Man and the girls' Barbie, and beyond
that ... nothing,
"C'est la vie, mon ami/amie."
"That's life, my friend."--> Masculine/Feminine: French translated