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Happy Birthday America
What colors are the early darken skies
And why are the runaways of Britain father's cry
Some two-hundred forty-four years ago
America those United States formally originates
What color are the grounds
Freedoms bloods running wild
Spirit flows
The blood flows indigenous
Skin DNA
of blood flowing
reds those of a new nation
What colors are the early darken skies
Red, White, Blue
Brown, Black, Yellow
Spirit flows
The blood flows indigenous
Birth of new nation
New freedoms for ALL?
???
We the people
blood flowing
reds those of a new nation
Happy Birthday, America
Spiritual colors flow
of blood flowing
reds those of a new nation
What colors are the early darken skies
Red, White, Blue
Brown, Black, Yellow
Spirit flows
The blood flows indigenous
Birth of new nation
New freedoms for ALL?
Happy Birthday America
7/4/20
WRITTEN WORDS BY James Edward Lee Sr. 2020©
Faces of color, faces of light, faces of love filled with delight
Faces looking extreme walking up and down street
Faces without puropose splashing in the stream
Faces of dignity, messing with my dreams
I can see your face running all over the screen
I have seen that face somewhere before
It was sulking and pressing against the glass door
With a peculiar smile filled with tears
And a strange look that tells the world you don’t care
But I still cannot tell from where that face originates.
It is the pain that you cannot see
It is the pain that you can only feel
It strikes you from everywhere and
Filled your heart with fear.
It travels up your spine and rest betwixt
your groin and anchor in your side
And you have to hold on strong to survive.
Faces of hope walking up the stairs
Faces of freedom crying out everywhere
Faces for peace marching up the street
and faces of war gather in the square
with sticks and stones, guns and bullets
And the marching band with power in their hands
Faces loitering in the dark waiting for the music to start
There are some new faces in town and the entire city is moving around
Anxious faces, curious faces, stubborn faces stand straight
And friendly faces scrutinize him when he goes to the gym
While distant faces join in a solitary hymn
Battered and bruised faces emerging out of the deep
Faces of joy running about in the street
Faces of passion bottle up with dreams
Faces of love merge with the heavens above
Faces are deceiving and fly around with the dove.
Observe those faces!
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Alone, I camp below Cathedral Peak –
God, I know you’re not who we say you are
and you certainly have a case for slander.
What fantastical tales we tell of you,
and the more nonsensical, I wonder,
absurdly, makes you more believable.
The cold, night sky ascends from below
until only the mountain’s white peak glows,
I perpend how you are our double-bind –
Antithetical, yet inevitable,
omnipotent, yet shirking the onus
of sin, disease, and immorality.
I have backtracked my last fifty years
from the convenience of nihilism
and of nullity, which once embraced me.
I loved that luxury of arrogance
and conceit to everywhere forswear faith.
Over years, I’ve shed those simple vestments
to now plead the argument’s opposite –
But not Faith. What emerged is a mountain
from igneous intrusion and ascending
within until it now glows as beacon.
I, a conjoined blind man with elephant,
unable to wrest your entirety,
but know these three aspects of your being:
I know of your love, your love of beauty
and your love of life. These would and could not
otherwise emerge from the darkness and
the absolute void of time and space.
Nullity is too facile and stays so
unless there’s more – More, for black begets black
and cannot create something from nothing.
And one should not grow old without seeing
that there is something; that an Is, is;
a wisdom and grace that originates.
It is hard to deny both denial
and a god who insists on penitence
and sacrifice. Here, below Cathedral Peak,
an epiphanic edifice, I see
a parent god who prods and acclaims her
progeny’s progress and accomplishments.
For it is enough to inhale the air
of her love written into scripture for
humanity to now warmly embrace.
"Whose discernment is correct?!"
"They read but don't watch for Me,
So simple truth turns knotty:
Captives in a doctrinal fence,
Their interpretations lack sense,
Their expertise a mere pretense.
The truth originates with Me,
My illumination lets you see:
Your eyes see what I've planned,
Your ears obey My command,
Your mind will then understand.
My people will be purified,
My enemies will be petrified:
My plans - fully carried out,
Erudite prowess - a cop-out,
Dogma of men - a sellout.
The Scriptures are all about Me,
So seeking Me first sets you free:
The arbiter of truth is not man,
You must trust Me and My plan,
I will finish what I began.
My answer to you, 'Just watch Me!'"
For years now I have tried to understand your hate…
to find the cause…the reasons…
the source from where your anger originates.
I’ve tried to understand how much pain and suffering on others
you are willing to impart and to ignore.
I’ve wondered when and how you began to hate
everything that I sand for.
I’ve often wonder how you sleep at night…
where do you find your joy…
when so many things that mean so much to so many
you are willing to destroy.
I have seen and felt the pain of your hatred…
oftentimes I grieve…
When simple logic and years or scientific study
you are unwilling to believe.
But I have come to the realization I cannot explain
this hatred that has permeated our land….
for how do I explain something I will never understand.
So I will endure your anger, your prejudices, your enmity
if that is to be my fate…
As I stand up proudly and fight for…everything you hate.
I will do my best to stay resolute, courageous, unshakable and strong
and let history decide which one of us is right
and which one of us is wrong.
I hope you’re safe in my arms of pure devotion
I cope with these emotions, so cross the ocean
You’re so unique, so fine, despite that you’re
Beneath the desires of your kind, gentle heart
Change is a challenging chore all the more
And the fires within you will not break you apart
Help me heal
Help me feel
Hope I don’t fail
Hope I can sail
These roaring seas of woeful, maximum sorrow
A million miles away from cheery tomorrow
Help me heal
Help me feel
Away from this…pain…
Feel my way out of the rain
Torrents of you roam inside me, me, me
Laments add up and won’t let me be
Radiant shine is what will set me free
Radiant shine is what will set me free
Radiant shine…wish you were mine
You’re so fine…like sugar and wine
No matter what, radiant shine will be with you and I
That, I cannot deny
I’m a fretful flame that burns on, churns on
Radiant shine originates from the precious dawn
On and on, the oceans between us has built us stronger
You’re braver than a thousand men — you are no longer
Alone in your shell of darkness
You are radiant shine regardless
I am just a fossil within my soul,
Wishing that I had shine so beautiful
I am just an amber in the flame,
Burning away the mortifying shame
Help me heal
Help me feel
Hope I don’t fail
Hope I can sail
These roaring seas of woeful, maximum sorrow
A million miles away from cheery tomorrow
Help me heal
Help me feel
Away from this…pain…
Feel my way out of the rain
Torrents of you roam inside me, me, me
Laments add up and won’t let me be
Radiant shine is what will set me free
Radiant shine is what will set me free
Radiant shine…wish you were mine
You’re so fine…like sugar and wine
No matter what, radiant shine will be with you and I
That, I cannot deny
Torrents of you roam inside me, me, me
Laments add up and won’t let me be
Radiant shine is what will set me free
Radiant shine is what will set me free
Radiant shine…wish you were mine
You’re so fine…like sugar and wine
No matter what, radiant shine will be with you and I
I wouldn’t dare lie
Your radiant shine, your radiance is mine
From on high, on high
Wish you were my radiant shine design
Brain scans
A brain scan is viewed
and seems to record
the busyness of a brain
most independent and active..
A brain viewed as creator
with the scan recording the
colors and shapes..as this
electrical flesh originates our
minds and our lives..
However..we are invited to pause
and experience a revolution..
a revolution of reversal:
a top-down point of view replacing
an old and worn bottom-up..
Consciousness-only is napping
and dreaming of you and me
as we live our bottom-up lives..
on a promising day..a new
point of view finally dawns:
top-down is a gift of freedom..
we are shocked to find that
we are the one napping
and dreaming of breakfast and
jewels and brain scans...
~CC
Secrecy, as in, 'don't allow this LOVE to be shown, to be known'?
Is Secret Love like lighted candles hidden away in closets?
'Secret Love' is a complicated theme, is it not?
Secrecy, as in an unexposed, undeveloped photograph?
Really, I don't know where to go with this; honestly, I don't.
So, off I go with a mixture of muse and a measure of truth.
By definition, LOVE is an action word, yielding an 'effect'.
With regards to 'secret love', can such love be genuine?
Can real love be hidden, covered up, or operated by stealth?
Is it real Love or something else with which I have been smitten?
If LOVE is secret, is it hidden because it is forbidden?
Is secret LOVE tantamount to being adulterated?
Or could it be that such LOVE has been contaminated?
My knowledge of the Greek language is nearly non-existent.
But What Greek I have learned centers around the word LOVE.
There are at least three words for the word LOVE.
Eros or erotic (Romantic love); Phileo (Brotherly love);
and Agape (Divine or God love). Love is ever active like
electricity in search of a conduit. LOVE is an ever-flowing
entity like ocean waves continually rushing to the shore.
Love originates in God, ever seeking a vessel through which
to flow. LOVE is a giver and not a taker. God's first order of
business in redemption was one of giving. "For God so LOVED
the world that He gave His only begotten son..." John 3:16.
I’ve often wondered where art originates.
How much of it is planned…how much of it is chance.
Until I discovered it’s origins sprinkled in the dance.
An artist was asked about a painting he just finished…
a painting with only the moon and stars for light…
Why, with so much beauty in the day, had he chosen to paint the night?
“I watched a woman dancing under the stars.” The artist replied
I watched how in the moonlight her shadow was enhanced…
I knew I had to paint the kind of beauty …that could entice a shadow to dance.
A poet was asked why she created a particular poem.
What inspired her to write…about the stars and the moon and with her words…capture the essence of the night.
“I saw this painting of the moon on a starry night.” The poet replied
I thought….what a serene and beautiful time.
and when I sat down to write a poem…
my words danced into rhyme.”
A composer was asked why he wrote a specific song
How did he find a way
to write a song that, when we hear it,
makes us want to dance the night away..”
“I read this beautiful poem.” The composer said.
about a woman dancing under a moonlit sky
and as I read the poet’s words the music floating right before my eyes”
A dancer was asked about her dancing
Why, when she could dance under the lights, did she choose to do her dancing
under the moon and stars…at night.
“I heard this beautiful music.” She replied…”and I was immediately entranced.
It was the music that guided me under the moon and inspired me to dance.”
This is how I discovered how something as complex as art…
has an affection…an affinity for chance
That can begin with something as pure…as beautiful,
and as simple…as a dance.
I’m not sure anyone can explain love…even how it came to be…
It has so many sizes, shapes and forms…it’s different for every you…and every me….
The older I grow in life…the more I think love is like this light…similar to the sun…
When you see a person’s light shining…you know they are the one.
I believe everyone has a brightness inside them…a light of love they can impart…
but only certain people’s lights find their way into your heart.
And once their light has found your heart…you immediately feel its warmth…its glow…
You can hear your own heart beating…as you feel your love begin to grow.
And when they look into your eyes and smile…once their light shines in on thee
how quickly you come to realize…together you will always be.
You’re not sure where this light originates but it radiates from their center.
You notice how a room will brighten the moment that they enter.
If you happen to take a walk in the beginning of the day…
you’re not quite sure if it’s their light…or the sun lighting the way.
Your amazed that as they walk…everywhere they go…
the plants you happen by have a tendency to glow.
And when you’re not together…when circumstances keep the two of you apart
they’ve left enough light shining behind them…to brighten up your heart.
You know if one of you should pass before the other…
if you ever reach that day
you’ll find your way to them in heaven…
for their light will lead the way.
Until then here’s a hint to help you through the night…
when sleeping next to someone whose light is oh so bright….
Yes, sleeping with the light of your life…
is not as difficult as it seems
all you have to do is smile…
say a prayer of thanks
then close your eyes…
and dream.