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Prodigal son you who are on the run who am I to jazz you
Again whom am I to jazz you?
Sometime you speak with a diverse broken tongue
While in the back of your mind your frontal cortex
Speaks out love your passion is what it is and you’re addicted
To the addiction of this and in this universe
You rise you’re explicit and you live whom am I
Who am I to jazz
Whom am I to jazz
Who am I to jazz speak up!
Hold your head up
Walk in the authority that you were created
Who am I to jazz
I am here just to love
Recognizing the struggles
Of us the prodigal sons the complexity of nature
Life vessels unsure but the spirit lives on
Embracing the authenticity of others
We’re all sisters and brothers
Soul empowerment I encourage us in confidence
As we embracing our true identity
Humility
Our limitations of judgment and the importance
Of His love Elohim acceptance
Filled with His divine grace always
Prodigal son you who are on the run
Who am I to jazz you
jasm, ya already got energy spirit and vigor
Again whom am I to jazz you?
Who am I to jazz
Whom am I to jazz
Who am I to jazz speak up!
Hold your head up
Who am I to jazz you
jasm, ya already got energy spirit and vigor
Walk in the authority that you were created
Who am I to jazz
We’re here, just to love
Who am I to jazz you
jasm, ya already got energy spirit and vigor
play me sum sax, make me hear ya
9/5/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2024©
for SHASTA JAZZ DEDICATED VERSE FOR SHASTA SIMMS ANTHOLOGY #2
Ancient maps,
streaked with stars,
charted paths unknown.
But oceans are vast,
a whispered warning:
the world too wide.
Stars explode,
a symphony of light,
a universe in flux.
But what is hidden
behind that cosmic cloud?
Our minds yearned,
but our vision blurred.
Humanity delves,
with sharpened minds,
seeking to unlock
nature's hidden code.
Yet the universe
whispers in quanta:
a mystery endures.
Concrete canyons
climb for the heavens,
our aspirations are vast.
Yet, the earth gasps,
her lungs constricted,
our impact lingers.
Our minds reach,
but grasp at phantoms,
caught in the cycle.
To create and destroy,
then recreate,
the endless dance.
To see ourselves
in the starry void,
is to recognize,
both vast potential,
and finite flaws.
For even stars
have a final burn.
We are creatures
of yearning and longing,
ever searching,
forever bound,
to the dance of the universe.
I ponder in my mind
Do my writing affects someone?
Will anyone find peace, or can lives be changed?
Is not this why I write?
I’m not asking for miracles, all thought it would be nice.
I’m not asking for mountains to be removed, and cast into the sea.
I just hope someone can retrieve bits of wisdom.
I ponder in my mind
I’m asking, no hoping for a very simple change of heart,
But to my surprise this is too much to ask.
So I look to the stars in the sky,
I look to the heavens
As I ponder
Has life itself become too complacent?
Is it the frustration of life’s endless possibilities?
Too many options? Are they beyond our reach?
Or is it just common, well known manipulation.
That strike at the very core of man and woman.
Are we just running from the inevitable?
Or are we just so self-absorbed that we cannot, see beyond our own wants and desires.
Self carries a mark, this mark will carry us to our graves.
Being unhappy, unfulfilled and unsatisfied.
This mark becomes a scare that define us?
It’s the scar of my own insecurities and failures that haunts us
We cannot rise above our own selfishness and limitations.
We then hold ourselves hostage.
For what we did not attempt to find
What we did not attempt to uncover.
We ourselves become cover up in it.
The mark which identifies us soon, become the mark that imprison us.
For we chose nothing, recover nothing and so we are left with nothing.
When Self is on the throne we see only ONE
With God on the throne we become TWO
And this I ponder
When I’m with her everything changes and I start to notice life in different phases, like the man on the moon
Her beauty is written about in praises
Even though she sees nothing but imperfection as the mirror gazes
But all her imperfections are the definition of perfection to me, if only she could see what my eyes see
As she brakes my limitations to joy, her gentle soul molds my concrete heart
I now find life within death
When I hold her, she feels safe with no cares in the world but wonders if she should still care just a little
Like I want him to know I care but I don’t want to feel as if I’m reaching
She looks at me and asks how could I be so lucky, and questions if life is even real
Even though she wakes up every morning to pinch her skin with no changes, so this must be a little real
She jumps not knowing where she might fall
With all the proof in the world she still asks how much will this cost every time he says I love you
This is an example of genuine actions being stabbed by the doubt her past created
Leaving us to learn the little things matter just as much as anything else
That’s what I notice every time I noticed you
Like the smirk you get right before your dimples bloom each time I would see you
The way your baby hairs fall down the side of your head right before I brush them behind your ear
The way your freckles sparkle beneath your eyes like stars in the sky
The way the holes in your outfit match the holes in my heart
If only we realized we are always in his hands and even with the holes in his hand he would not let us fall through
I used to be so guarded with life because of my past I hold on to but when my reflection is in your eyes I am never afraid to let go
And as I fall I notice the atmosphere around me
Everyone wears a crown but sometimes we want the thorns instead, don’t you remember we already have a king
Every rose has a heart so I give it to you on your bad days when you just can’t find the beat
The clouds roar louder than lions
And in the rain, you can see the future within tears from the past
Too many times do we complicates things making relationships so vast
When all we need is God to be first and last
When we are together the feeling is always mutual
p.s. I wrote this about you knowing I feel the same way too…
you say there are no limits
in this limitless contest
but scrolling down, look what I found
Instructions like the rest
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Why can't I illustrate it
using fancy fonts if need
not bothering to make this stuff
a simple easy read
Why can't I post three copies
or perhaps, even more
In languages I'm sure
I know you never heard before
and as for translating
Oh that would really blow
'Cause half the words I write
I don't even know
So next time, you post a contest
and you say it has no limits
please erase the rules
and I pledge to jump right in it
you got to know----I'm just Kidding
Was I ever what I was before?
Is who I am now less or more?
There were times I thought I could fly
Yet because of fear I failed to try
Sure I can't do what I used to do
Limitations are many, quite a few
Still I remember me and you
We were so young, that is true
It seems age has caught up with us
We can't fight it, so why make a fuss
Thinking back, it all seemed so simple
Moving among the young and nimble
The many things that I liked best
I cherish them and forget the rest
Now we are older, wiser and blessed
I believe we are more, not truly less
Our lives are not over, there is more to give
Sometimes being older teaches us to live
So try looking into these mischievous old eyes
There is a young heart, masked within the wise
Never give up to the dreams you have in your marvelous mind
Untie your hands from the limitations that you self imposed
Dare to domain the ego that tell you that you are good enough
Remember the lessons that are accumulated through time
Sometimes, obstacles are blessings in disguise that strength
Giving an unknown force to step out of the comfort zone
Discovering new worlds that appease your five senses
Rescuing you from the astray path that lead to bad choices
Always remember that existence presents trials to test you
Approve them with the knowledge that even the most saddest
Chapters of your life equal an opportunity to grow and develop
Methamorphosing from the caterpillar in a beautiful butterfly
2-9-2016
Hit me
Punch me in the face
Kick me if you must
I need to feel your pain
I need to know
Understand
Where you have been
For with your gentle touch
I have been unaware of the depth of your pain
When you kiss me bite my lip
Let my blood pulsate with understanding
I will scream out the words you are unable to articulate
Let me push into the centre of your need
Until we both find release
Use your nails
Dig into my back
I am strong enough
I will not be broken by your need
Do not be afraid of black ink
Or metaphorical anger
Hit me
Pound upon my chest
Until both our hearts feel
Convulse with pleasured realization
No rules or limitations
Digress to primal urges
Find your earlier self
Until you are lost
Until
Until
You are fully spent
Exhausted
Consolable
For I am not afraid
I am willing
Yes I am able
To take
Your worst
and "your best shot"
If only you are brave enough
To let me absorb your pain!
For Casarah's Triple Threat contest
Written June 23rd.
Note: this poem does not advocate violence, it is a fantasy piece.
"When doubting Thomases doubt you, dismiss them with a laugh!" - self quote
Doubt me, doubting Thomas, and I'll have so much fun
reminding you just what a grave mistake you've made.
Trust me, you'll see the light when it's all said and done.
You've taken the wrong bull by the horns I'm afraid.
Underestimate me, go ahead if you dare;
just know that you'd awaken a sleeping giant.
Put limitations on me and see if I care!
You'll never weaken my resolve; I'm defiant.
Take me for a fool, it's guaranteed to backfire.
Don't let me stop you; I'd like to see you try me.
Be food to my spirit and fuel to my fire.
I'm a supernova, baby! Try me, feel free!
Disregard and dismiss me at your own peril.
Tell the world I can't hack it just to make me laugh!
I'll show you what I'm made of lock, stock, and barrel.
I'll prove you wrong; I'm a powerhouse and a half.
Doubt me, doubting Thomas, and I'll have so much fun
Underestimate me, go ahead if you dare;
Take me for a fool, it's guaranteed to backfire.
Disregard and dismiss me at your own peril.
Submitted for...
My Created Form Poetry Contest (Winner: 1st Place)
Sponsored by Constance La France
Rhyme Pattern -
4 stanzas, 4 lines of abab cdcd efef ghgh,
last verse repeat a, c, e, g lines, 12 syllables per line
Syllables checked at howmanysyllables.com
Date: 12/01/2020
Years from now when they speak of this disease
people will say how they’re not sure where it began.
They’ll talk of how contagious it was…
and how it swept across the land.
They’ll call it a Pandemic…this particular disease
because it had no limitations…
no restrictions
it knew no boundaries
They’ll say how it didn’t matter
ones religion,
sexual preference
color
country of origin
or name
This disease was unrelenting…
single-minded
it treated everyone the same
They’ll say how we passed it on to to one another
at a truly frightening rate
They’ll remember how by the time people knew they had it…
it often was too late.
They’ll talk of searching for an answer…
while many people died
of how this disease isolated them from their families…
and how their families cried.
They’ll speak of this invisible enemy…
say how it was impossible to eradicate…
They’ll even give this disease a name…
they will call it hate.
Years from now when they speak of this disease…
or write about it in their literature
They’ll wonder why so many people died…
when they already had the cure.