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For hills and ideals we died,
How many dreams went buried with us
No one shall ever know.
For mounds of ideals
Created by men who sit behind polished wood desks
We strangers met in unnamed places
Where we slew one another in red waves of senseless fury
To satisfy their contentions; to pledge new allegiance to Death's infinite Kingdom.
Death is a mighty, though gentle king, reigning as he does in silence and Distance
This ruler of the numberless multitude
Ever swelling beneath the Earth's soft skin.
The great and the small, the strong and the weak,
Now sleep together, brothers in the land of long shadows.
At rest beneath a mantle of cool starless black
We await the coming of the others.
We know they will come, dying for hills and ideals
Because strong faceless men say they must.
Here they will find us secure in our true equality,
Our king allowing for no division, dreams or loyalties -
No contention, only peace, perfect peace
The peace of the brotherhood that drifts in the blankness,
The faultless peace of the quiet subjects of death.
GIVE THANKS UNTO THE LORD--
Everyone must no by now;
That the hills are on fire;
Cover them with the water;'
Throughout my destitute soul, we all should know..to
Give thanks
Give thanks to the Lord
For He is so good
And, His love endures
For
Endures forever, forever ever'
Hopelessness sometimes found;
Roaring like a raging lion;
A top a quited mountain;
Nothing working out for me, in and out of misery;
Give thanks
Give thanks to the Lord
For He is so good
And, His love endures
For
Endures forever, forever, forever, forever, and ever'
I need to be grateful, need to be thankful'
We need to be more thankful for our trails and test make us stronger;
For my test is my testimony
Give thanks
Give thanks to the Lord
For He is so good
And, His love endures
For
Endures forever, forever, forever, forever, and ever'
3/1/19
Written words & arranged music by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019 ©
~Psalm 106:1
(for: Those who go by New Tarzan)
We have heard many of those lofty tales;
Of her toying with our golden rule:
Of her flying strength across the roads,
When some fawning dogs of buses come
Wagging their tails of old horns
Wagging at her smiling inmates;
When some privates come, ready
To lead her into some controversies
Through their vulgar speed of competition!
O we have heard many wild tales
Which commission more works of wages
Like sands for our road safety;
Sadly – we salute the inmates of New Tarzan,
We greet from our lonely V-Boots!
With louder and clearer voice,
Greet Confucious, the wisest
And deepest thinker of Old China,
Stood like a prophet warning mankind:
“Try to live by the golden rule!”
But we dwell by the river’s waves
Near the wonders of taste-and-cost;
Now her trumpet rouses a brother:
“Behold New Tarzan has gone up;
Yet we dwell in these far north’s hills!”
What we hear – is it true:
She is our Phoenician purple-dyed cloth,
Famed from each ancient shore to another,
That pride of all ancient kings and queens?
It is like table-talks of comfort and joy?
What we hear – is it true:
She is the first-rate story,
Novel to roads that lie in quietness,
Captious of her speed and noise?
Fast like the Athenian Pheidippides,
In the newest race for technology
She visits us from her far away horizon;
Now, what we hear – is it true:
She is a growing dogma for the roads,
Or, is it table-talks of comfort and joy?
Then – to those who go by New Tarzan,
To these joy-lipped inmates of a gome of comfort,
We greet from our lonely V-Boots!
Form:
I combed cool waters of your baby blue
crystalline Jewel as you waded waterfall
waves washing my stellar rainbow rays
arching it melted into the warm womb
of transducing tangoing Earth
Her Violet Flame devoured us both
as nectared dewdrops to fuel the fire
our soma swirling into ecstatic orange
oxytocined crane flowers whispering
wisdoms to a hundred yellow butterflies
fluttering and flirting
They circled a sunken Atlantean apex
atop where you ruled anew with Baconian
brown locks surrounded by sirens serving
savoury silver sardines, oolite oyster shells
sang solos as dolphins dived, oceanic mouthed
In Ancient Egypt you followed my runcinate
rulings or indigo sorrow siglums, sighing
becoming slimmed seeker who served
Thoth well whilst wreathing my wounded
worthiness and fallow fallopian tubes
at pyramidal plumed midnight hour
In our Grecian lifetime you draped alabaster
urns lighting my marble mantelpiece
I watched breath enter your nebulae nostrils
as you crafted provincial proverbs instructing
slaves to whiten your garb with lemons from
our sculpted garden
On lavender Celtic hills we exchanged kilts
not knowing whose waist was whose
barefoot we flaunted sleek sharp sapphire
studded swords dancing necessary wild wars
Who remembered and who forgot
where in ether our nestling niche napped
as games of betrayal, fear or doubt
doubled into involuting circles and spirals
each tried to neck THE VOID as naked
excuse for not excavating heaving Heart
How much escaping, escapades, evolutionary
clocks cloak our cusps or cues or custard
synchronicities
how many summer summit starlings must
seek to sing of sorrow or of wolves, withering
willows, watermelons on this Planet of
coloured curriculums
holding dear our distinctive designs where
lacy lament is but another aperture into Space
I seek not to know !
Heaven’s waters flow down from up above,
And give to you a bath of fragrant roses,
Your marble figure clothed by spinning doves,
I mist perfume to tickle your fine nose,
I love to see you walking oh so fair,
As music jumps at every stride you make,
I have no fate than have you in my care,
This vow to you I say and never break,
Yet though I never learned the price of pain,
The darts you threw at me left such a wound,
They test the lover’s power to remain sane,
I wish you cut my leaves and left me pruned;
And after all the petals have been swept,
In groves and sailing hills their air is kept.
In the dead of night with no one around
Wife sleeping so quietly; I close my eyes and I listen to the sounds
Laughter, waves and bird song
Music beating into the night
Breaking glass, a slamming door, cracking of thunder storm
Driving rain on a wind swept night
I hear jet fighters fly over in a clear summer sky
Engines roar with powered temper
In the distance speed cracking sharply before the roars die
People bustle in a Christmas market
Motorway humming over the hills
Dogs barking and wining
Cat calls screech through the air
The noise I listen to in my head
To eliviate the noise of nothing here
Imagination creates sounds I can hear
Because the still quiet in the dead of night
Is The Noise I can not bear.
7.3.2017
“Eternity rushes on time’s river
Uprooting all human things
Drowning them all in oblivion
Nations, Kingdoms, Kings
Should some matter still survive
Among the pipes and lyre,
Like everything alive,
It meets its fate,
Landing on eternity’s plate”
Gavrila Derzhavin (1743-1816) (modified)
Wind, breath of Aeolius flowing down
Over the Etruscan hills from Mt. Cronos
We are filled with morning’s air of spring
As we sit, my dog and I on the wall
In front of the kitchen garden
Protecting the narcissi bending in your breath.
O windy spirit
Whose breath streams out from
The zenith of ceaseless time
Carry us in your arms
Over these hills wrapped in your eternal flow
The stars are watching so too the starlings.
Arise, we start a walk down the grassy fields
Crushing the dewy morning’s growth under foot.
And all our little world stretches out wide below
As our gaze grabs hold of the open view
A verdant green going down into an emerald sea
Where saints have walked for an eternity
The old dry brittle couple who walks the town
And hills each day to keep death at bay pass by
Asking the dog’s name because their memory was passing too
It seemed they wanted to know the name of the poet I was reading
The Russian, you dear Osip, you who died in prison
But even that prison has passed away by now
A stone farmhouse is collapsing crumbling into its destiny of dust
On worn roadside noisy and unrepaired we watch the traffic passing
And shun the barking of dogs from car’s open windows
Back up the slope we tread on a well-worn goat-paths
But all the goats and sheep today have long moved on
A small house with one room looks down upon the hills
Stopping here I plan a place for me, where I shall have some peace
Peace passing slowly towards the sea before I too flow into eternity
By then the old couple will be long gone
The starlings, sheep and goats, the traffic and the narcissi too.
Only the sea and sun, the stars and wind will remain to outlast everything passing today
For the throat of time will have swallowed them all in an oblivion of fate and memory.
All this I know yet in its face I am as indifferent as the Wind.
“I've learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel.”
~ Maya Angelou
Her smile is like the sunlight
Reflecting through the forest
Dancing with the leaves, across the hills
Whispering joyfully, kissing the stillness
With a kindness that is contagious
A kindness that the heart applauds
Kindness, an open door to the heart’s love
Her laughter is like the melodies
Angels playing sweet instruments
Softly, sweetly, soothing the spirit
With the echoes of enchanting songs
Gentle tunes, breathless wonder
Flowing across the silence with abiding
Peace, pouring out laughter, sincerity
Her joy is like the promise of grace
Raining down hope through the soul
Coloring the spirit in hues, vibrant and bold
Sensations so brilliant they astonish
Even the very wise and the strong, the powerful
Rays of a love too wonderful to describe
Love that is alive as the moon and the stars
Her embrace is like the soft touch of wind
Breathing its sighs across the hills,
Filling the heart with inspiration, visions
Pleasures so spontaneous and special
They feel like a silent prayer has been answered
With “absolutely” – you are blessed
You are sanctified by the grace of amazing faith
Her satisfaction is like release of dreams, free
From every burden of fear or doubt
Leaving you filled with courage that lasts
Daring that lifts you from the darkness
Into the shimmering sparkle of a light
Where your silhouette can conquer anything
Your dreams can become truth, reality
Her simplicity is like the beauty of a thought
Who encourages, inspires and enlightens
Her goodness, her confidence, the wisdom
That is like a life pouring out warmth, serenity
Flowing amid the promises of a creativity
Who believes and agrees to be heartened
By the feelings that stream from her soul
She is like God’s angel, His gift to His children
She is a mother, His revelation – His plan
No one on earth can be more lovely
She is irreplaceable – She is the reason I always say…
I am blessed more than anyone else I know
I am blessed with a mother who makes me feel…
Like I am her reason – her joy and her purpose
Thank God for my mother, the one who shines her light
Into my spirit, into my dreams, into my joy and into my feelings!
Snowflakes, softly falling down,
Delicate as feathers,
Whispering hope all around,
Reflections so very clever.
Winter has come to visit us,
Bringing frosty weather,
Never making such a fuss,
As when the snowflakes gather!
Snowflakes, gentling the air,
Crisp and cool, not bitter,
Singing to the birds so blue,
Glistening like bubbly glitter.
Winter has arrived on the hills,
Silencing the stars with cold.
Nothing feels quite so amazing,
As the glorious snow we behold!
Snowflakes, stirring the wonders,
Blessings fading in the shadows,
Cascading beyond the flashing lights,
Glowing across the calm meadows.
Winter has appeared to spread its awe,
Risking time’s melting sunrise,
Awakening mellow dreams, so kind,
Painting angels on snow, such a surprise!
Snowflakes, blanketing the land with joy,
Promising hope, though unspoken,
Quieting the darkness, healing all strife,
Restoring every heart that’s been broken.
Winter has emerged on our lives,
Destroying fear and making men wise,
Kindling flames of faith and love,
Softening hearts only God can sensitize!
I look down from clouds, in a plane I sit,
And I stare at cotton, which is softly lit.
A warm glow oozes through, on the comforting hills,
With reds and yellows, my eyes it fills.
The clouds begin, and drift to the side,
To reveal the light, where the clouds once lied.
The sun breaks through, the cotton filled skies,
And reveals below, an island that lies.
A cream yellow island, in a turquoise filled ocean,
As I drift on by, a metal plane in motion.
We arrive at an island, with sands soft as clouds,
With grand, green trees, An island it enshrouds.
To look at horizons, where the sky meets the ocean,
Brings amazement, and love, overwhelming emotion.
A sea of blues, and turquoise with gold,
As the sun will sparkle, on reflections of old.
A crystal clear water, as warm as a bath,
As sting rays glide by, on their watery path.
The sun begins, to roll out of of the cloud,
And begin the show, it performs so proud.
The sea and the sky, once connected by blue,
Split into colours, with a mesmerising view.
With scarlet reds, and oranges so bright,
As the sun sinks to the sea, and into the night.
The moon then appears, with silvers and white,
That cast out the golds, in the blue of the night.
The sea and sky, will merge once more,
As silvering shimmers, light up the floor.
The whispering of trees, that carry in the breeze,
Will fill our ears, with an exotic wheeze.
As we look to the skies, and passing moonlight,
A sea of diamonds, together will unite.
They twinkle and dance, through swirling sky,
In deep blue and purple, my eyes will lie.
A paradise I’m in, when I close my eyes,
To dream of my flight, through them cotton filled skies.