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I thought we were,
The perfect pair.
I thought we had it,
Special and rare.
I remember our talks,
Going to the bay.
Side by side,
We always met halfway.
If you leave, I surely
Would follow.
You ran away,
A hard pill to swallow.
I could never have,
Turned to another.
We were rock steady,
Then came your mother.
I believed in our love,
It Was one of a kind.
You and me together,
The stars have aligned.
My world shattered,
It is cold and dark.
This feeling of suffering,
This broken heart.
Now you look at me
With hate and disgust.
Justify it any way you need to,
If you must.
I gave you all I had,
I gave you, my best.
It proved too much for you,
My heart you still possess.
You are not solo,
I'm all alone.
All by myself,
My fate is unknown.
How do I make
This go away.
Waiting for you,
Forever and a day.
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I was yours before clouds formed
across morning sky, when panes get misty,
and finger tips rosy with blood.
I was yours before the sunrise,
you and me beneath the shade of apple trees,
lustful intents dripped from lips
flavoured at crunches of leathery flesh:
exhilaration, heaves of sugary sweetness.
In the darkness, we glowed,
my heart one with yours,
a wick on a candle stick
lit up with the flames of love,
then beating like a red drum, our hearts still,
sounding a chorus echoed in the dark silence,
a thump! and a thump!
Into your rock steady stance, I fall
into an embrace like paper written with words
of amour read out loud
covering your chest, I shall
with my ebony hair,
and entangle my fingers
in the twist on your head,
till slumber ropes our eye lids in a knot
And tie us in a bond of the night
love comes once you'll say
and as long as we are,
I am yours forever
Till the day breaks
hair porcupine quills glow
white hot needles sow
I watch roaches breed with
gecko crap pasted on walls
black confetti malls do not stock
rock steady my vacant dock
graves float gaping gasps
sister screamed a wall they
will erect !
lips rubescent glance
packing, clacking, hacking
cups singing neurotic with
chaucer saucers doomed
gossip eating fish with chips
I observe shadowed eyes
kohl pen did not snore
shattering nerves like flies
east winds carry me
blustering mission
profile glistening white
aura black magnetic
authentic not synthetic
marshmallow lips raspberry
rouged, black cat may not
grasp an inch of caboose
I will return afresh
karma is a vixen witch
clicking switch
when signals hitch ~
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June’26
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I'm not gonna feel bad any more
I'll never have to see you again
I'm not gonna feel sad any more
I'll never have to see you again
Should we accidentally
Meet some time
Don't act like you
Are a friend of mine
The last time I saw you
You had lost all hope
You were on Sixth Street
Hooking for a bag of dope
I won’t try to escape this time
I'll keep a rock steady gaze
My eyes will be trained on you
Until that Corsica disappears in the haze
I'll drop you on the Toll Road
I won’t even raise my hand
Eighteen Wheelers will go rumbling by
You are so dumb I know you won’t understand
I'm not gonna feel bad any more
I'll never have to see you again
I'm not gonna feel sad any more
Because I'll never have to see you again
I let you destroy the love in my heart
You are only attracted to men who are trash
I hope my memory of you will fade
And I hope that Corsica doesn't crash
I did not want to be wrecked and maimed
I did not want to hear you cry
I don't want to keep suffering
I just don't want to see you, all right
Oh Oh, Oh Oh
I'm not gonna feel bad any more
I'll never have to see you again
I'm not gonna feel sad any more
Because I'll never have to see you again
I let you destroy the love in my heart
You are only attracted to men who are trash (who were trash)
I hope my memory of you will fade
And I hope that Corsica doesn't crash
I did not want to be wrecked and maimed
I did not want to hear you cry
I don't want to keep suffering
I just don't want to see you, all right
Your soul is made from black earth.
That's why you're wrestling with loneliness.
Because they're afraid of earth's truths.
They don't want to soil their perfect hands.
They think everything must be pristine.
Perfectly stated, nothing jaded or misplaced.
They exist for the roses and champagne.
Instantaneous, perfumed gratification.
They're afraid of earth and its heaviness.
Earth flourishes with a rock-steady pace.
Making slow love like a glacier grinding stone.
Prefers a turquoise pool of silent thought
Earth has always preferred to be alone.
Your soul is like black earth, strong.
Be proud that you're not like them...
You tote the weight of absolute truth.
Never souls that curl back upon themselves.
A love with no true compromise pretends
Live for anything you justify to defend
Days drift away, so many you may forget
Looking at history you saved as I spent
Know all those times I didn't say what I mean
Sometimes my best way to show is to be unseen
Money means nothing pertaining to buying time
Maybe a real thing won't ever leave your mind
I'm not hiding anywhere, I want you to find me
I'll prove this love being devoted rock steady
Go for another round, seek your needed insight
You can search for another, I am what is right
Has this life happened while we were asleep?
Will it be our dream that takes us too deep?
Is your life the book you couldn't put down?
Or taken by others taking you another round?
Once ago another time, dense fog was my only sight
I didn't see difference, clarity had no compromise
What I saw was what it was, and how it affected me
Now I can see what is real, love leads not blindly
You know the Old Lady who lived in a shoe,
She led the Autumn Jive with Little Boy Blue,
DJ Peter Piper looked suave and dapper,
The Old Grand Duke of York, *MC and rapper
The Trees of the forest turned up for the rave,
The old Willow sporting a clean cut and shave,
As they twirled gilded leaves in a single file,
There is not one shred of doubt, autumn’s got style
Jack and Jill jived the best in town,
And this time Jack didn’t break his crown,
The cow didn’t jump over the moon,
Thought she’d wait till the afternoon
The Birch and Sycamore thought they had the edge,
As they tangoed into an overgrown Hedge,
Little Jack Horner witnessed this disorder,
And set up first aiders in the corner
The Sycamore gave a ‘wide gold leaf grin’
As the Owl and the Pussy Cat sailed in,
Old King Cole was not a merry old soul,
As he found the Fox Trot ever so droll
Hi! Said the Mulberry “Come on over,”
As she gently rocked to the Bossa Nova,
For the old oak tree, dancing was no mean feat,
As he creaked in time to a rock steady beat
Said the cat and fiddle, “tap your feet,”
Hey, diddle, diddle please take your seat”,
“Mother Nature’s waltzing at the door,”
“Now old winters turn to take the floor”
At Twilight,
lullaby voices will drift afar,
Singing, 'Twinkle, Twinkle little star.'
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The smoky clubs of thought/ where shadows dance and poets talk of truth whispered low/man, a story without end/ can you dig it, my friend/ improvisation’s the key, always unlocked in time, a jazz riff echoing truth in research of a paradigm/
assumptions about the nature of reality in jazz talk, scales, and harmonies, the framework we embrace/is not life the same? like established knowledge, but thinking out of frame, lighting up the space, to build on a jazz note we create, we innovate, say, give the funky drummer some/
just like Miles on his horn, exploring what's in the score, man, the vibing brain, a hipster’s thought, where networks of creativity ignite, and a conscious soul control breaks through/
The mind unfurls its thinking wings, a melody takes flight in a jazzed-up symphony of science, burning ever so tight/
a rock steady beat, the rhythm deepens, but the jazz spills over, it paints a wider scene, Pollock's action strokes, vibrant, raw, and jazzy, mean/
Oh, but the freedom in his canvas, a rhythm in his hand like McCoy Tyner’s dancing on the keys/
improvisation's spirit, always in jazz and graffiti wall art on subway trains sprayed across the Bronx highlands/Miles himself, he painted too, abstract hues so bold, from horn to brush he journeyed, a creative, restless soul/ life jazz influence profound, taking its hammering toll on his body and soul/
man, the tempo picks up, into the evolution of funk more emphatic, much more in the pocket of James Brown/ ya dig? exploration, a pattern found, a quantum leap into the unknown jazz heap of sounds/ like a jazz horn solo taking a giant step into the ubiquity of a jazz riff, a seed that has been sown across the river of stars/
In science and music, the spirit intertwined/a quest for understanding, etched upon a circle of fifths/ and the universal wind cries Mary, a jazz solo vast like a Jimi Hendrix acid jazz blast/
repeating rhythms echo across jazz music and cosmology/ in spoken word harmonies with in and out thinking with room for improvisation, improvise your life, and breathe it in/ get hip to the rhythm in your soul/ let it flow, man/
Let the jazz of physics make you brilliantly whole/gung-bow-chi, chi, gung-bow/ drums as the backbone to the funk thing/ It’s a strong emotional and spiritual bond into Life, and the physics of the Jazz sound
The Builder
If it does not bite you at the end of each breath,
Then I will start again and again
And I will rewrite it, all over again.
Do it all again; pretend we are friends.
I never claimed to believe in anything ‘real’.
These lips are sealed to forever lovers.
I wish I had never gone undercover.
In my happy disguise, I find truth within eyes.
I fixate on the page, the place, the way
And someday I will find a place where I can truly say,
‘I love you’, and mean it;
But this is neither the time, nor the day.
I have dagger eyes upon me.
Always waiting for a new surprise.
They are hoping for a slip of the tongue;
Waiting for me to mention drugs,
Waiting with the desert dogs,
But I have nothing more to say,
About what I have, or have not done.
You pick your truth as I live in peace,
With decisions I have made.
I made no choice, for I have no choice.
Some might say I lead the way;
Some might say,
All things are already set in stone.
Rock steady is the path I walk along.
Destiny is self-assured,
For I have never found a cure,
To all the hurt in my own world,
So I will never reach a day,
Where I no longer need to build.
(C)2018 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Amazing Grace A Sparrow Died Today An Angel Unfolded Their Wings Sings Aretha Louise Franklin
A sparrow died today
An angel unfolded their wings
Break it to me gently young, gifted and black
She began her career as a child singing gospel
Aretha Louise Franklin
Until you come back to me that's what I'm gonna do
Lord, say it isn't true
You've taken back are angel today
I'm in love get it right I was one of the chain of fools
Day dreaming on the freeway of love
Travel through Spanish Harlem
Share your love with me
Call me bridge over troubled water
Angel
And of any bad relationships don't play that song you lied)
Sweet sweet baby since you've been gone
Angel
Think
Bridge over trouble water I Knew You Were Waiting (For Me)"
Angel
Something He Can Feel
Lady Soul the voice of black America
Lady Soul "the voice of the civil rights
Lady Soul described as movement,"
Queen of Soul royal
A symbol of black equality.
A rising star her name given to an Asteroid
Angel
Think
Did the world give her enough R E S P E C T
Amazing Grace
A sparrow died today
An angel unfolded their wings
Break it to me gently young, gifted and black
To those good and bad men in her life
Think who's zoomin' who you make me feel like) a natural woman
You said, I never loved a man the way I love you
And I say a Little Prayer crowned The Queen of Soul
Baby I love you rock steady until you come back to me that's what I'm gonna do
Something he can feel jump to It freeway of love
The most charted female artist in the chart's history
Lady Soul the voice of black America
Lady Soul "the voice of the civil rights
Lady Soul described as movement,"
Queen of Soul royal
A symbol of black equality.
Was an American singer, songwriter and pianist
Loved by millions
Amazing Grace
A sparrow died today
An angel unfolded their wings
Break it to me gently young, gifted and black
A sparrow died today, sing on eternity in heaven
Aretha Louise Franklin
8/16/18
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.©2018
A DEDICATION TO THE QUEEN OF SOUL: Aretha Franklin
(March 25, 1942– August 16, 2018)
At New Bethel Baptist Church in Detroit, Michigan
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