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Watching a film I see a face I recognise
But cannot remember his name, which is no surprise.
I ask my wife ‘hey who is this guy, what’s his name?
Before we both go back and forth, playing this peculiar game.
‘It’s erm, what’s his face, he was in that legal thriller’
‘No’ I reply ‘he’s in that other film, where he’s the killer?
Now what’s it called? It’s on the tip of my tongue!
‘Oh yeah I remember the film’ she said ‘it had that famous song!’
‘Now what’s the song called?’ she asked ‘it’s a bit like McArthur Park’
‘What Disco Inferno?’ I replied, clearly off the mark
‘No, not Disco Inferno, it’s by that band who sang in that movie?
‘Give me a clue’ I ask ‘is it a sad song, upbeat or groovy?’
‘A sad song’ she replied ‘with the lead singer who’s bald!’
‘The drummers called Keith somebody or other’ she recalled!
‘Okay are we talking the sixties or seventies’ I asked
Clearly desperate for a clue that might get the drummer’s identity unmasked!
‘You know the band’ she said ‘I’m sure they played at Live Aid!
But the identity of the band was still a mystery, I’m afraid!
‘Jack Palance!’ I shout ‘Jack Palance, that’s the guys name!
And with that, I draw a close to this peculiar game!
Nyx opened black arms
threading her twilight fingers
and cradled my awe
to turn my hair, white
she filled my eyes with stars
firing a comet to
the core of my heart
my second breathe
carved dragons of fire,
as Aeolus filled each lung,
Terpsikhore sang music
into the life and death
of this epic
~~~~~
I taste a southerly breeze
catching it on the tip of my tongue
rolling it into my lungs
I sing appegio
to throw a shadow of night
the circle of her arms
has tightened,
and the nebula
in my eyes,
threaten to shoot
from their sockets
I have finally
felt the meteor
lodged in my heart,
move in its longing
for one last blaze
of release,
only the breath of God,
holds for revelation
~~~~~
TERPSIKHORE (or Terpsichore) was one of the nine Mousai,
the goddesses of music, song and dance. In late classical times
--when the Muses were assigned specific literary and artistic
spheres--Terpsikhore was named Muse of choral song and
dancing, and represented with a plectrum and lyre.
AIOLOS (or Aeolus) was the king of the winds who kept the
stormy Anemoi Thuellai and Aellai locked away inside the hollow
heart of the floating island of Aiolia. At the command of the gods
he released these to wreck devastating storms. Since the Winds
were often conceived of as horse-shaped spirits, Aiolos was titled
Hippotades, "the reiner of horses," from the Greek hippos ("horse")
and tadên ("reined in tightly").
More than just the stars in the sky or the oceans' unending horizon
The birds and insects that fly or the speed which His creatures run
More than multitudes of ants and the amazing structures they build
All the many flowers and plants, Oh how great the things God willed
The different laws He set in place and His special attention to Earth
Truly a God so full of Grace that He chose to give us all such worth
Can't you just see His Divine Touch in every living creature you see
And Our Lord made it such that of all His creatures only we are free
Free to praise His Holy Name and tell others of all His amazing Ways
Or free to be covered in the shame of neglecting Him in all your days
Not I, as you can see, for His praise is always on the tip of my tongue
In so laying upon me that His praises should always be joyfully sung
For just to have the very freewill to do so that is a great gift in itself
But if it isn't our creative Lord that you know than you have no wealth
I am only telling you what He has said and what is so well known to all
Without Jesus you are dead and this is all simply just part of that fall
John 14:10
Believest thou not that I am in the Father, and the Father in me?
the words that I speak unto you I speak not of myself:
but the Father that dwelleth in me, he doeth the works.
On a monotone Monday,
under grey skies with perpetual rain,
I became a devotee to your magnificence.
A poetic pilgrim wandering upon a path,
which would lead me to your embrace.
Intoxicated with your romantic reflection,
my ink is seduced in your rumination.
My passion is like the raging sea,
come feel my love, come satisfy me.
Oceans apart, I swim in sensual shores,
that would bring me to your door,
but alone, I drown in shallow streams.
I've become jealous of departing birds,
craving for the clouds to carry me
from lilac dusks to scarlet dawns,
so I can ascend like sunrise,
descend upon you like sunset.
You are the essence of nature,
I, a mighty tree bowing to it's mistress,
desiring your heart and soul,
not just your earthly existence,
Your love strengthens my roots,
as they spread rapidly to reach you.
My hands have become lonely,
without your fingers interlocked in-between.
Your aroma intoxicates my senses,
your persona like perfumed petals,
weaves poetry inside my mind,
which flows upon a seedless garden,
patiently waiting for soothing blossoms.
There is no remedy for my syndrome,
as each day without you,
I relapse,
without your rehabilitative scarlet lips.
Kiss me like poetry,
before I suffocate,
drain me into a steamy silence,
where there is no need for verses,
so we can merge in carnal mists.
Lust is an infatuated captive animal,
a starved beast frustratingly caged.
Set me free...
For you hold the key.
Time cries for you, reluctantly moving,
with each beat of our hearts.
In darkness I supplicate with the stars,
with your name on the tip of my tongue.
Devotion is a unity of parts,
only we can piece it together.
With you I want Sunday mornings,
where our eyes meet in rousing raptures
with your lips as my nourishing nutrient.
Love is not just an emotion,
it's a whimsical fluctuating journey -
and you are my final resting place.
You came into my life
When I was struggling with the storms,
My eyes were shut,
My breathing was slow,
My lungs were dusty,
There was no glow,
But you,
My heart,
You, you, you,
You embroidered something in my soul,
Something beautiful more than my eyes can speak,
Something dangerous more than my words can decipher,
I thought there was no love until
It was just
You, you, you,
On the tip of my tongue
Like honey flowing from a dipped soulless rose,
I haven't even kissed you,
I wish I could just hold you,
Your hands entwined with my hands
Like blooming ivy sprinkled with crimson roses,
Holding your hand
Is my heaven, my redemption, my sanctuary, my oasis,
My, my, my,
But you are not mine,
My first love,
A rose pendant
That you gave me
It shows my soul
But it doesn't belong to me
It's somebody else's ,
I can't adorn it on my neck,
My fluttering fragile fingers
Unlocked the aureate chain,
My eyes captured it one last time,
My mouth whispered ‘I love you’ to
The core of the rose to
Keep my words sealed sacredly for eternity,
My eyes started raining ragged, rolling tears,
And I threw it away from me,
Far, far away,
In the endless sky,
Into the sea,
It's gone,
It's gone,
But my heart still whispers your name,
I can feel it in my breath,
In my bones,
Like a gush of blood,
Metallic, mesmerizing muse smell
That comes out of a letter written
By blood by a miserable lover
Longing to exist in the lover's breathing
And dreams and hopes,
My mind is a museum full of you,
I wish my heart was a necklace too.
Insomnia begins
and
I begin my backwards count from a hundred..... 100...
99....98....97........ 96.... TJ
my thoughts stray and I am lost in a daydream
in my ideal world..
in your station wagon.. saying TJ this is who I am and I am not the Anxiety Disorder
Your scent is all over my black lasenza bra
The last embrace on my porch, was bittersweet and agonizing
It's hard to to let you go... and when you go..
I sit on my staircase agitated, wondering whether using my brain rather than my heart
causes me to make the wrong choices
You are already gone, before I get the courage to face it.
The words are always on the tip of my tongue,
but exposing your weaknesses is never just simply done
You are highly dissapointed
your look of adoration has become replaced disdain and your own personal irratance.
I've all but built a four walled prison cell.
In the end he will find his long lost heroine.
He is a saint, that walks the earth unaware of it.
I will always be dissapointed in myself
To let this man I care for so much.... just go
Sometimes in life we need to want someone so much
That we have to put it all on the line,
realize the great distances we must make to improve ourselves
so that one day we can be good enough....
One day... again I could hope to be myself.
Form:
IN HELL WITH NO COOL WATER
An Old & New Aged ***** Spiritual
by James Edward Lee Sr.
It's hot all over and I'm so thirsty
It's hot all over and I'm so thirsty
It's hot all over and I'm so thirsty
OH! brother won't you give me some
Won't you please give me some
Mercy Lord have him give me some water on the tip of his thumb
I did not repent, nor did I mean it
I fell to shame and sin
Got thrown in the pit, was condemn
Now fires all around me
Been sentence for eternity
OH! Lord it's hot down here, God please help me
It's hot all over and I'm so thirsty
It's hot all over and I'm so thirsty
It's hot all over and I'm so thirsty
OH! brother won't you give me some
Won't you please give me some
Mercy Lord have him give me some water on the tip of my tongue
My body sweating, burning, never consuming
Constantly raging, a blazing on fire
Gnashing itching my skin burning
Painfully paining ever, ever on and on forever more
Lord please cool me down sent a cold artic breeze
Father I'm so sorry stop me from burning up, please;
My eternal life is over because I disobey
Should have repented, turned around before I death day came...
It's hot all over and I'm so thirsty
It's hot all over and I'm so thirsty
It's hot all over and I'm so thirsty
OH! brother won't you give me some
Won't you please give me some
Mercy Lord have him give me some water on the tip of his thumb
1/17/18
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2018, 2023
Arranged music by Alivea Mutty ©2023
Between dream and memory, I dance on the rain that falls slowly,
I didn't run from the cold drops, but caught them on the tip of my tongue,
Laughter and chaos spun in wide circles of joy,
I stepped on water with bare soles, and the sky was close to us.
We whispered winter stories under the gray and blizzard-swept sky,
And we bathed in life's puddles, without fear of the cold to come,
We played childhood games, throwing rain toward the stars,
We knew that morning would find us with cold and wet chests.
But what did it matter? For in that rain we found our paradise,
We let fever and cough unite us closer under the blanket,
Sharing warm soups and dreams, embraced from morning until dusk,
In a time that seemed to be only ours, a winter heaven.
It's a dream I fear to lose, a magic that I keep,
A corner of the world where wildness meets love,
Like a story written with white ink on January's sky,
A dream winter, a paradise that seemed so unreal.
Dear Moon,
Each syllable of your name sings a melody so serene, I find the scarcity of my own tranquility immersing on the tip of my tongue.
The hum of my profound fragility twirls along the brittle attempts to submerge into the cloud of my thunderous delicacy.
The remnants of my soul crumble into a decaying, dispense of dust, floating through the basins of Earth’s hue.
The scent of you radiates off of the vex of my skin.
An ethereal blend of elegance, silver and the spirit of my distillation.
I find each celestial fragment of my embodiment thickening in the night sky, enveloping itself into the safety of the split space within the stars.
The green of Earth farewells the gleam of my cells.
Each one shines with the shimmering pride of a newfound purpose:
The stillness of perpetuity in lunate.
The hush of eternity in galactic saint.
And the appease of permanency in cosmic quaint.
A final exhale until my excess joins your divine rock of tragical, obscured beauty.
Your gravel brushes against my skin, so calamitously determined to test my devotion, oblivious to the ache my ashes fester for you.
Dear Moon, I call your name.
If you could see the heart of me,
These unchartable waters you cannot reach,
Breathing underneath the waves,
The miracles revealed to me in the pain,
Never drowning in my dreams,
It's as if I'm above water and I can still breathe,
And it's almost never what I thought it to be,
My sight becomes clear, my eyes start to see,
Hidden until it rises to the surface,
It's as if the stillness of the water speaks to my heart with purpose,
I can hear the rumble start to rise,
Shaking so fiercely i tremble inside,
Yet I'm still in position, and I can still breathe,
Until I see the wave coming and it's my que to leave,
I've never understood why, I've never questioned,
I fall to my knees in tears, this love never second guesses,
It is so potent, I cannot fight this wind,
It takes me to it, and draws me in,
The storm rages and has its way,
I'm so concentrated, I can't even speak to say,
The words, that are on the tip of my tongue,
They won't come out until it's finished and done,