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As the time creeps near
Hold back your fear
Swallow that lump
Did you hear that bump?
Creeping creeping creeping ever
so close
No one recognizes the danger, no one knows
A chill runs up your spine, fear
grows
Ice in the air as the wind blows
Barely holding strong, pushing down the scream
Solid darkness not a single sunray nor light beam
Knowing its so close you can taste its stink
Quickly over taken you no time to think
Fear collapses your legs, dead stops your feet
You know for sure this time its death that youre destin to meet
The lump in your throat impossible to swallow
Finally you lay yours eyes on those that will always remain completely hollow...
A man without a car is a poor fellow,
It’s like a cowboy without a horse, a lonely soul,
He doesn’t know what to do or who to visit in the ranches,
He walks alone in Los Angeles or Dallas,
He can’t visit the great rivers of Utah,
Nor go to photograph the mighty bisons,
Everything is complicated without a car, without a horse,
The cowboy can’t dress himself in California,
He can only feed on salads or sweet poetry;
Everything is difficult, buying a book, a new razor,
Look at the shooting stars above Lake Powell,
Everything is so far away, the flowers on the green hills,
A cowboy without a horse is not free, poor fellow
He can’t cross the Grand Canyon or Arizona fields,
He sees no sun, nor can he meet again his friends,
The gold diggers, the noisy saloons, the poor fellow,
The poor fellow, he is not master of his destiny.
Un homme sans voiture, c’est un pauvre bougre,
C’est comme un cowboy sans cheval, sans âme,
Il ne sait que faire, ni qui visiter dans les ranchs,
Il marche solitaire dans Los Angeles ou Dallas,
Il ne peut visiter les grandes rivières D’Utah,
Ni s’en aller photographier les puissants bisons,
Tout est compliqué sans voiture, sans cheval,
Le cowboy ne peut s’habiller en Californie,
Il ne peut que se nourrir de salades ou de poésie ;
Tout est difficile, acheter un livre, un rasoir neuf,
Regarder les étoiles filantes au-dessus du Lake Powell,
Tout est si loin, les fleurs sur les collines vertes,
Un cowboy sans cheval, n’est pas libre, vous dis-je,
Il ne peut traverser le Grand Canyon, ni l’Arizona,
Il ne voit de soleil, ni ne peut retrouver ses amis,
Les chercheurs d’or, aux saloons bruyants, le pauvre,
Le pauvre bougre, il n’est pas maitre de son destin.
PS, when i come back from the garage friday, i was the happiest man of the world
Devrais-je feindre l'ignorance pour cacher mes sentiments,
Ou devrais-je vraiment m'en soucier, incapable de feindre?
Tant de courage pour affronter l'inconnu,
Pourtant muet devant elle, le cœur en peine.
Qui est-elle, demandez-vous, avec ce sourire éclatant,
Oui, elle en effet, une vision si divine,
Dans le couloir, je l'ai contemplée un moment,
Avec des cheveux comme des rubis, une beauté si fine.
Son sourire, un phare, reste dans mes pensées,
Pourquoi, je me demande, mon cœur incline-t-il ainsi?
Pourquoi elle, le désir de mon âme, de multiples façons,
Pourquoi elle, avec qui je souhaite être, mais ne sais pas.
Elle est merveilleuse, j'ose le proclamer,
Car je l'ai vue danser avec une passion débridée,
Une rougeur ornant ses joues, une flamme pourpre,
Ma conviction s'est approfondie, sans nom mais nommée.
Les jours passent, et je me contente seulement de dire 'Bonjour',
Voulant avouer, mais aussi prendre mon temps.
La confusion m'envahit, les émotions débordent,
Pourtant, la clarté chuchote, guidant où aller.
La question persiste, comment faire les choses bien,
Dans cette danse des cœurs, sous la douce lumière de l'amour.
black mama
A nurturer
God fearing
black mama
For what is worth
Darkest dirt
Mother Herb, Mother Earth
Black mama
Big lips for brave free speech
Big hips to carry her child
Authoritative Dussciplinarian
Black mama
Destin to birth children
With her God and just one husband
Breastfeeding babies
Black mama
Hand rocks and a hand-me-down cradle
I'm juz sayN
No mizBhavin
Black mama
Ever so God-fearing
Did I mention child rearing
Self procuring
Black mama
Smells like raw flowers
Breath like a kiss smells of baby's breath
Black mama
Endearing
Not sure God lead God-fearing
Black mama comes in many shades of brown
Can even be White and Red Olive Auburn
She can cook she can so she can even make ceramic bowls she can bake homemade biscuits and breads
She'd learnt from her Aunts and Grandma
Star black Skin Beauty
Mama
Ever so somber
All the children the world loves her
Black mama
1/21/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr
What is more beautiful than a tree,
That a magnolia in his garden,
That a camelia with red flowers,
That an olive tree talking about peace,
What is more beautiful than a tree,
Look at the flowery almond trees,
Each branch has its mystery,
Each flower offers a new dream,
What is more beautiful than a tree,
That a palm tree with gentle calm,
That a rhododendron and its vigor,
You too can lose your mind,
What is more beautiful than a tree.
Quoi de plus beau qu’un arbre,
Qu’un magnolia dans son jardin,
Qu’un camélia à fleurs rouges,
Qu’un olivier parlant de paix,
Quoi de plus beau qu’un arbre,
Regardez les amandiers fleuris,
Chaque branche a son mystère,
Chaque fleur a un nouveau destin,
Quoi de plus beau qu’un arbre,
Qu’un palmier au calme doux,
Qu’un rhododendron et sa vigueur,
Vous aussi pouvez perdre la tête,
Quoi de plus beau qu’un arbre.
With our Shoshone friends and escorts we are headed to the Nez Perce Trail,
an ancient path that joins the West to East, its late August
the pines smell spiced with emerald soul, wise and healthy,
its getting harder to breathe but easier to believe
that we are destin to be the poets of our own history,
Cameahwait and his guides are solemn in their acquiescence
to show us where the Missouri is birthed, reticent they are
we know not why but we are ecstatic to behold the source
which we shall pass before reaching the trail,
uphill into a clearing of gentle jades of green
on ground soft with the moisture of fertility
a thin stream slowly skips through a tumbling journey
as we ascend between the budding hips of this mountain
the stream becomes no more than a gurgling trickle
slipping down from the snowy peaks,
each of us takes a turn standing over this mountain menstruation
with a foot on both sides as a gesture of respect and conquest
how far we've come, and labored
against the whims, fury and power of the Missouri
and here we are, giants above it's innocence,
J.A.B.
She cries comets of burning ice
rocketing through a wilderness of bleeding rubies
her constellation, Anaconda, the 13th Sign, drinker of soul wine,
Her cheeks permafrosted with white agony
the accumulation of eons without the lips of her Man's love mercy,
When the word WHY becomes an acronym
for What Have You,
When knowledge of loss is your only gain,
When questions and answers no longer serve a frantic heart
rebellion is the necessary blessing of love becoming beast,
When everything sacred seems destin to be violated
and reborn as a beautiful monster
she became, the Zodiac Zombie,
her heart a super nova explosion,
a demoness on the breath of Death's delay
hunting hearts born through her Star House,
asphyxiating the affection of all who incarnate through her system,
feeding on the veins of fresh obsession, of virgin devotion,
Legend has it that she births the great Poets and Rebels
for their passion is unparalleled in pride and sweet sacrafice,
she is the Zodiac Zombie, Queen of the Black Sea, Goddess of love bleeding -
J.A.B.
Here I stand once again, in a temporary state of
lucidity.
vivid, and clear Is this mental panoramic vista
So I know I have times before been in this vascinity
Of this chaotic interlude in my minds.hurricane,
vortex, cypher, twister.
Forever debating rather I'm deep n Still water
If I'm lost in ever thought engaging rebuttal
Maybe I'm not that far off Just little out of order
I'm I really this soulful or am I squatting in a puddle?
Have I loved and lost or Just lost love
I ran with the ball or was I Just knocked down
I believe in righteousness, I see nothing above
Why do we swim Destin to drown?
Why Do we give are life's away
Chasing things That once Were free
How can heiarchy coexist with a better day
Why do we all know, but refuse to see?
When did we become fearful silent peaple
Why did we take the volume of are voice down
Why is their certain types for certain steeples
When did we decide to let this stick around.
When did Americans become afraid to put the foot
down.
and sale out our ethics for are children's futures
Only to be made a fool with earnings took and worked
till we are put in the ground
Since when are we tourist in corporate cultures.
Are we now men instead of American
Are we on the same team on common land
Anser with honesty and hear your seraphim
And then tell yourself the truth of the Lamb.
Jars
Jagged remains
jars of jagged broken glass
youth swims into the past
the end of spring
the start of wages
earned in the meager life
all is for the dying
of my flesh
I transpire in the womb
of my minds empire
I see the ripples at the dawn of divinity
I feel the glass shards jagged
of my wasted life
I cut my spine
a grind my past
Into bitter sand
I stand and grin sinisterly
my time spent burning the weed
Destin to sleep the fevered dreams
lost in jars of jagged dark glass
Jars line my mind each one
fill with the moments of memory
the jagged images of my occurrence
occupy my time
the calling of the barren lands
I offered no resistance
I only struggle in my existence
Linger in Jagged remains
Of jars jagged things
full of broken glass
My youth swims into the past
At the end of spring
Before the start of wages
earned in my meager life
all done for the dying
The dryness of my flesh
I transpire in the womb of creation
I stand in my minds empire
I see the ripples at the dawn of infinity
Sadly enough
I'm running out of time
I remind myself
it is love that I can't find
And this knowledge
That I bear
Means nothing if I cannot share
And this pain I must endure
Will be in vain forever more
And destiny which was never mine
Is still so fresh on my mind
All is Lost and gone
But why can't I just move on
I will never find Peace at last
If I can never get away from my past
I just want someone to love
Someone tell me that I'm okay
Tell me I don't have to feel this way
All alone and to my dismay
I watch myself wither away
Already gave you all that I have
In desperate attempt
To have what you have
I'll never be as happy as you
As sad as it is you know it's true
But I couldn't hurt people like you do
And you do it so well
like it's nothing new
I guess before my time is through
I should show the world what I can do
Even though the truth
you care not to know
I can see the love
that you feared to show
Soon the whole world
will know my name
I refuse to live a life in vain
Motivated by anger deception and pain
My revenge will fall like rain
Then you all will feel my pain
Then you'll know what I did I did for you
Then you'll know my love was true
Then you'll understand
What I had to do