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Fire, the breath of the mountain
Ice, the coldness hidden within
Intertwining together throughout the ages
Twisting and turning, the fire flickers
Still and solid, the ice waits
Opposites, yet the truth lies within
Mountains, seemingly the only place
Where the two can co-exist
Yet reality tells another story
Within each of us,
Lies the real fire and ice
Fiery passions, within us burn
Icy thoughts, hard and cold
Mind and heart
Heart and mind
Deeply hidden
Is the fire within the ice,
And the ice within the fire
Ruled by the heart
Or ruled by the mind
Rulers of each
Or Rulers of none.
Beware the one ruled by either
‘Tis not for man or woman
To be ruled
But for man and woman
To rule themselves
Emotion, human and warm
Logic, hard and cold
To be ruled by emotion
Is to risk being burned
To be ruled by logic
Is to risk a frozen heart
Balance in nature
Balance within
Find the fire within the ice
And the ice within the fire
Controlling both
Only then will we find ourselves.
I once thought that I knew what happiness was like, but I was mistaken. Forwhy I have found how it does feel to be really happy, truly happy, nothing fleeting, only last night.
In the night when she came to me, in my cave made of barred windows and closed curtains, locked doors and dimming light, where is always almost dark, light shone and life flowed into me when she smiled and blissful words were said by her. A night of wonders when I sought her arm across the bed and I held her hand as she held mine, the exchange of looks was the bonding of our souls.
The intertwining of our fingers, the strength of our grasp as if to never let go, made me realize that I was no longer alone, that I have found my place, a purpose, a home inside her heart to bath forever into her soul and warmth.
As my eyelids brought dark to my sight, I have seen ourselves in the Future, together. She and I. Now, to grow old by her side is my only wish from what is left of this life, to make this glimpse of the Future a truth is what I have to live for.
When they see us, they may see two people, yet, we will be just one for we are bond to the soul. She and I. I love you.
BEBOP BLUES Dedicated verse for Delores Matthews-
How do ya! Do Rebop blues
Them there, tied up shoes
Crampin’ my style rebop blues
Like a misbehaved child
While far away
Them their prey
On the innocents
Of the human frails
So sad, ain’t no way mad
Souls glad, B renewed
N them rebop blues
Angry disarrayed
Purposely arrayed
How you do, what cha’ choose
Bebop blues
So closed
Let loose
Striding lies
On the innocents
Angry disarrayed
Purposely arrayed
So sad
So mad
How do ya! Do Rebop blues
Them there, tied up shoes
Crampin’ my style rebop blues
Like a misbehaved child
Chorus:
Jazzin' N Jivin on a Saturday night, feelin' oh so right
The rhythm's swingin' sweetly, the vibe is oh so tight
Rebop blues in the air, groovin' without a care
The trumpet's wailin', the piano's sailin', in a musical affair
Midnight groove, in the city blues
Lost in the moment, no time to lose
Re, re, re, re, reRebop Blues
Ya, ya, ya, yah can’t loose
When ya choose Rebop Blues
Saxophone cryin', drums keep tryin'
In the heart of the night, the music's flyin'
The bass is walking slow, the guitar starts to flow
A symphony of soul, where the spirits all know
Rebop blues whisper softly, secrets in the air
Melodies intertwining, in a jazzy love affair
Bebop blues
09/3/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.2024©
The Pebbles (Kunjarra)
By
Kevin L Fairbrother
The Pebbles a sacred site near Tennant Creek
A mass of granite boulders spewed from beneath
Surrounded by wind swept plains of red dirt
A relative of Karlu Karlu/ The Devils Marbles
…
A place of eerie dreamtime long time past
Aboriginal women and girls… Hairy Women
Dancing in the twilight… The Munga Munga
Sacred to Women, ritual rites, Mothering business
…
Sunrise and sunset a changing spectrum
Of red and purple on the Pebbles boulders
Intertwining beams filter and color the surrounds
Creating an experience of dreamtime long ago
…
No place for men, their spirit excluded
Only women and girls meet and greet at the Pebbles
For hidden within the boulders the spirits of old
Awake… eerie creepy moments that interrupt sleep
…
Visit and take away an experience of dreamtime
The Pebbles transport you back in time
Relive the vibrant Munga Munga dance
When the sunset intermingles with the Pebbles
Flower power
“If you’re going to
San Francisco be sure to
wear a flower
in your hair”
long and shaggy
shagged longing wild
And to Berlin or
Paris for that
matter to dream to
meet a girl and more
under the fountain
The “Fountainhead”
on your mind
“Atlas shrugging”
all the weight of
established rigour
tremors oscillations
generational discord
transmitted juxtaposed
agonising opposition
Budding opening
freedom harmony
erect and upright
subconscious conscience
That girl with
curvy bottom and more
outer beauty inner fire
no curve balls
simply passion
adventure living
loving one in all
Embraces soaking
wet the moment
living on for now
for past and memories
intertwining venture
What is
what is coming
what was to come
appeared enlightened
what did not happen
withers lingers
explodes from
Venus-mangoed delta
reappears in wetlands
of pruned and rooting
ecstasy high rising climax
It matters not
if cobbled streets
descended from Montmartre
or mountains climbed
in open spaces putting
petting lips and heartbeats
openings and new
beginnings novel closure
It matters little great
deaths not so petite
at times of passion
'enlived' 'enstoried'
restoried recomposed
narrated and retold
episodic dedication
Floral bouquets
wild herbs and spices
arrangements
derangements
cinnamon bark on
your underbellies senses
Gathered over time
reflections longing
hope pragmatic
bold appeasement
ceasefires dynamic
bonfires bonne fires
static momentary
life and for the
living levitating
lovers
You are not going
to Paris all that
often any longer
but the scent free
spirit erotic flowers
frisson crescendo
warm hearted climax
exhaustion images
Is there in you hair
still shaggy longing
seduction floating
coming together
Is there in
your path’s ways
Is there in
your dreams
In a quiet Zen garden
the wind sweeps away
the fallen petals from the cherry blossom
In the mountain's shadow
covered with snow
white mountain peaks touch the sky
under the morning sun
Intertwining and resonating with each other
the essence of beauty
a beaten path of truth
This life was not traditional
though my mind longed
to view such strange dreams
I looked from the outside
through a window painted by time
I am a stranger in my being
I am fickle and insane
my soul has no fixed pattern
I have no conformity
I acquire my own
Written: January 24, 2023
Life in the Dark
Often it's here in the dark, in my dreams I come alive in the night
Caught in this struggle between life and death straining to find the light
Shadows afford me some camouflage as my skin begins to glisten
Ears bent to the breeze, fighting hard, straining to listen
From the summer sun I've a skin of fine gold
Mighty muscular arms that may quickly unfold
Yet with a fairies nimble grace I move light as the air
Alone in the dark's keep, without a care
The night breeze brings it, on a zephyr it came
Ever so softly the night whispers my name
In this fortress of solitudes freedom I take flight
Sailing aloft on the breeze into the night
My life unto this point, a conundrum of riddles it has been
Hidden meanings failed, and often that which was needed unseen
Swirling intertwining circles of endless motion
Whimpers in the night that became a lost notion
Thoughts relentlessly going around
The night echoes that bewildered sound
Looking and always searching my deepest realms to see
I'm forever lost in the inner war to find the hidden secrets within me
So I tuck up my pillows, rub my weary lids in the enigma of this keep
As I fall back into the realm of darkness fast asleep
Strips of being here are drawn all over you, fine lines intertwining with your skin,
It is not within the whites of dainty skies to praise who you are,
I hope you don't hide the only thing that makes you, you,
That unique spark, that fire burning deep within your soul.
The black mark curving down to your collarbones remembers the anguish you scrubbed off,
It is not an abyss's purpose to make you love staying,
I hope you don't die as someone you don't know, don't lose yourself in the cloak of a foreign identity.
On an endless night, with stars like ink dots on an ancient parchment,
I think of you, of the fragile strips that contour your being,
Of every line that tells your battles and victories,
Of the shadows dancing on your skin, echoes of a tumultuous past.
When the wind wanders through the leaves of old trees,
I feel your presence like a sad melody, a symphony of a lost soul,
And I wonder if you'll ever find peace in those shadows,
If you'll learn to embrace those black marks not as a burden, but as badges of honor.
In the labyrinth of your mind, where every thought is a dark corner,
I carry the hope that you won't get lost in the unfathomable depths,
That you won't be seduced by the abyss's call, won't dissolve into its silence,
That you'll find yourself, in all your splendor, in all your vulnerability.
Your soul, a wandering ship on emerald seas,
Floating among waves of thoughts and emotions,
Seeking a lighthouse, a guiding light to bring you home,
To a port where you can reveal your true essence, without fear, without a mask.
And perhaps, one day, when the sky is white again,
You'll dare to show the world that spark, that fire burning within you,
You'll understand that you are not defined by the black marks, but by the way you carry them,
That you are an entire universe, full of stars and constellations, and that every strip of you is a chapter in a magical story.
Never hide, never lose yourself,
Live as who you are, love what you are,
In this world of shadows and lights, of dainty whites and dark abysses,
Always find your way back to yourself, never forget who you are.
I know you exist in this world;
You know I also exist somewhere,
But our ways to each other are hidden;
We can find no trace of them anywhere.
In the changeable colors of nature,
In the evening lights nearby
We look for our reflection
In the glances of passers-by.
We scattered our thoughts
On a lot of different ways;
They, intertwining together,
Lead us to each other always.
On the waves of the thoughts,
On the tailwinds of destiny
We try to find the current
Where our daydreams are in harmony.
Our daydreams became the dreams;
They came to us in our dreams,
And, so we each other could recognize,
They revealed our souls to our eyes.
In a dream we met and went,
Holding the hands without end,
And our world of sorrow and sadness
Filled with the colors and gladness.
And there was only the rain where,
Washing away all our dreams;
The sun warms us now there;
We admire the rainbow in sunbeams.
The stars shine in the sky while
The moon is reflected in our eyes;
We give each other a smile
And together watch the sunrise.
I exist in this world for you;
You also exist in it for me,
But this magnificent world
Only in our dreams can be.
Having awakened in the morning,
We’ll soon forget about our dream,
Forget about how we walked
Together in our dream.
And again we dream of the dreams
That brought us together in our dreams,
Trying to find those ways where they
Would come true for us some day.
We are going to search tirelessly,
And our ways will meet sometime;
We’ll look into each other’s eyes
And see our world at this time.
November 12, 2020
In a labyrinth of codes and liquid dreams, I weave through invisible threads,
Life - a portal of light and shadows, a kaleidoscope of virtual illusions,
Love - a crystal hidden in the archives of oblivion, an echo in the cosmic silence,
Work - an unwritten parchment, awaiting the quill of destiny,
Age - a sundial, its numbers intertwined with the threads of eternal time,
Problems - comets piercing the skies of the mind, leaving trails of unrest,
Money - golden sands, slipping through the fingers of fate,
Happiness - a sacred elixir, downloaded drop by drop into our souls.
I am an alchemist in search of the philosopher’s stone,
Exploring parallel universes of data and dreams,
I hear my thoughts like ancient incantations,
Fragments of eternity, spirals of time and space intertwining.
In the silence of silk nights, I wonder:
Where lies love when everything is but a hologram?
In what hidden sanctuary of my being dwells the elixir of happiness?
I turn inward, seeking answers among digital runes.
In a universe transforming with every pulse,
I remain a wanderer, a soul adrift in the flux of energies,
Hoping that amidst these ethereal networks,
I might find, someday, the true essence of existence.
And thus, in the silence of my infinite interior,
I write my incantations, verse by verse,
In the hope that beyond the screens and wires,
Lies still the mystery, the melancholy, the primordial beauty.