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I can easily remember my younger days,
Where national pride was always on display.
And when horrid & unforgivable events occurred,
We'd say, 'That would never happen in America',
And it was true, on that day.
Well guess what folks, that claim may rarely
Be used, in the turbulent days ahead.
Since it's going on right in front of us, both in
Prior and present days, unless you've been dead.
Because for those who've been on the sidelines,
Choosing to avoid all the political games.
They've allowed a charismatic tyranny to form,
And its shape has taken many names.
It has hidden well behind a shield of so-called integrity,
With beliefs of votes stolen, from beneath and afar.
While violently leading a fragile democracy, to new
Depths, so it may be leveraged by feathers and tar.
So as these huge lies are continually spread, by
Fake, Fox, or Faux news groups every day.
The foundations of trust in our very system, has
Been sorely tested, and somewhat led astray.
This ironic chapter stems from an initial view,
That America has been weakened by prior events.
And as a pandemic added fuel to the fire, the
Flames of division spread, and spared no expense.
Yet if our faith and beliefs are to reside in our strengths,
They must be exercised so as to not atrophy.
Since any weakness may be disadvantaged, to dispel
These false narratives, and avoid a catastrophy.
Ye sing of me still,
as though my footsteps were wrought of gold,
as though the very air did bend in courtesy
when I passed by.
Yet hearken, friend,
for the tale men told of Richard Cory
was but a bright veneer—
a silver mask set o’er a spirit sorely worn.
Oft have I walked among you,
fairly clad and seeming whole,
and your eyes—
God knows, your many eyes—
did fasten upon me
with a yearning I could scarce endure.
You hailed me gentleman,
as if the word alone could save me
from the storm that roared within.
But woe unto the man
whom the world deems flawless,
for he becomes the prisoner
of his own shining image.
I moved as one bound in gilded chains—
chains light to behold,
yet heavier than sorrow’s stone.
I learned the old art of silence,
that ancient craft by which men
fold their anguish beneath the tongue
and smile through the breaking.
Yea, I smiled—
a fair, untroubled smile—
while my heart beat its muffled dirge
behind the rib’s dark gate.
In sooth, none asked
what tempest brewed in the quiet chambers
of my soul.
None marked the hollow in my greeting,
nor the dusk gathering behind mine eyes.
You saw the coin at my belt,
but not the chasm at my feet.
And on the eve of my undoing,
when the moon hung low
like a pale witness
to my inward grief,
I felt the weight of every expectation
laid upon my mortal frame.
No man may bear such splendor long
without his spirit bending,
cracking,
finally cleaving in twain.
Thus did I take my leave
of this bright yet burdensome world.
Think not that I sought death
as a coward flees battle—
nay.
I sought but the quietus
that life denied me,
the stillness where a weary mind
might at last find peace.
If you would speak of me henceforth,
speak not of satin gloves
nor keen intelligence
nor the envy of the town.
Rather, utter this truth:
that even the noblest-visaged man
may harbor shadows deep and dire,
and that compassion—
aye, compassion—
is the holiest gift we mortal beings
can offer one another.
Let my fate stand as witness,
etched upon the memory of all who read:
no countenance, however comely,
no wealth, however vast,
can mend the silent rift
within a lonely soul.
After a wedding reception spent dancing…
hours my rhythm spent pursuing
I decided to look up the definition of dancing…
to see if that’s what I was doing.
The first definition is to move rhythmically to music…
but if you saw the the dance I was attacking…
you’d say how much you loved the music…
but my rhythm was sorely lacking.
The next definition is to move up and down lightly and quickly
but I’ll have you know…at 70 years old I only have two moves
one is heavy and the other is slow.
It seems according to the dictionary I wasn’t dancing
and at first I was appalled…
until I found the word arhythmic…
someone who can’t keep a beat and has no rhythm at all.
Arhythmic…there is was in black and white…I had finally found my answer….
There’s a good chance, the definition continued, someone who’s arrhythmic…will be a horrible dancer.
Ever since I was a child…to be a dancer I would yearn…
but all I ever do is step from side to side…sway a little
and occasionally jump and turn.
People were doing the Cupid Shuffle, the Electric slide, the wobble, the tush push, and footloose (dances with specific moves and names)
but no matter what the dance was called…
I danced them all the same.
It’s because I have no rhythm…at least that’s what the dictionaries say…
In truth there’s noting wrong with how I dance…I was born to dance this way.
It seems it is my destiny once I hit the dance floor…to bewilder, confuse and stun
born never to have my feet and hands move together as one…
The way I dance can best be described as a pink flamingo prancing…
So you best close your eyes…because I won’t let my arrhythmic style…
ever keep me from dancing.
My MLK was from my day
He made speeches like MLK
Today I looked up on my phone
And there it was, he was gone
It hasn't hit me like others did
Greif is there but under a lid
New Justice and Freedom
Was where we were lead
Him leading the Joshua way
With God in front from day to day
Few get the titles disciple and apostle
But they come earned and death affirms
He finally got the reward he earned
His death will bring about things sorely learned
Discrimination and prejudice were rarely heard
But God has a way of using many verbs
The speechless will now speak
Preachers will now preach
Mourners will now march
Judges have begun to judge
Politician will know what to say
Today is another MLK Day
Dedicated to Jessy Jackson
Men who fear to cross a road
which leads out of the dark
will never know the light that shines
upon the truth writ in these lines.
To give offence to the offender
Is not the true intent,
but more to place a lamp that glows
where immorality sorely grows.
How can one be blinded thus
and stub a naked toe
when someone dares to point the way
for all to see as clear as day.
No doubt, anon the world will frown
if nighttime comes too soon,
wondering why you snuffed the flame
that burns the crooked path of shame.
I crossed the road in darkness
and never saw the light,
from darkness into darkness
embracing horse and harness.
The fool is always guilty:
broad the road he chooses
but somewhere in the night,
there is a shining light.
A man was standing by the road
unnoticed in the dark;
the darkness was as light to him
his light had never dimmed.
Accused by death itself,
I confessed that I had sinned;
a man came in our presence
and spoke in my defence.
"I'll serve his crime
and pay the price
whatever is imposed."
Thus the case was closed
Following the devastating war
between the big nosed people
and the large eared folks,
reparations and reconstruction
were sorely needed.
Both sides poured billions of dollars
into each other to rebuild
all the stuff that had been
knocked down and flattened.
The money flowed back and forth
eventually bankrupting both nations.
As we all know, or should do,
harsh economic times
lead to social unrest,
the populous will seek
someone to blame.
Naturally the big eared guys
blamed the long noses.
and vice-versa
so, they again
made war upon each other.
Rockets flew, cannons roared
until everyone was again
just left sitting around
amidst the mess and rubble.
By then, the only currency
of any practical value
was in the form of
Zippo lighters, fuel, cigarettes,
and toilet paper.
By that sorry time,
if you had a notable stock of all four
you were considered by many
to have won the war.
I have eyes, but yet I can’t see
There must be something
Hanging O’er me
I have eyes but yet I can’t see,
And it’s victory
Maybe Yes or it may be No
I have a better place, I’m gonna go
On this plain, this terrain I’m a visitor
And it’s victory
Back we’re going back to heaven
I have eyes now and I can see its victory
Profound in reflection
My introspective recollection
The idea that even with my physical sight
There can be a deeper blindness
That so prevents us from seeing the truth
Something hanging over me
Suggests a sense of uncertainty
Such a veil that needs to be lifted unfilled
Sorely I have a longing for understanding and clarity
Only such then will I have victory
Our journey itself is a triumph
Regardless of the outcome
The victory the battles already won
Testament to the human experience
Our Father heart and His spirit
Within all His mysteries and uncertainties
Even still we’re inspired to inspire others to embrace this journey and trust
For in this trust there shall be a brighter tomorrow
Nevermore no more shall we have any more sorrow
7/10/2024
Written words & arranged music by James Edward Lee Sr. 1985,2024©
At a frightful time when a vital organ of mine began to fail,
I thought that was the beginning of the end,
for myriad modern medicines seemed not to work.
As the disaster came unushered in my beleaguered life
the miserable mind plunged unanchored
into the unfathomable abyss of despair.
Hovering over the perilous edge of the receding hope
the helpless mind sorely got the unmistakable signal
that I had almost reached the end of the road.
I surrendered to the benevolent power of the almighty,
prayed for His blessings for the miraculous cure
contrived by the design of divine intervention.
In the darkness of opaque nights the tormented life found
in the wilderness the winding course illumined by His light.
To reach the seemingly unreachable shore my soul swam
in the sea of uncertainty with naive faith on the supreme savior,
for I innocently believed to the core in the age-old axiom
that God’s grace protects whatever He creates.
As my servile senses perceived the reliant ways of providence
the feeling of getting assured protection in His benign shelter
invigorated my mental strength for the destined rejuvenation,
that I never thought my fragile psyche ever possessed.
My heart responded to the divine healing touch for revival,
being grateful to Him for holding up my devout conviction.
With hair jet black slicked, Buddy’s not your friend.
Oh, he wants you, doll! Watch his music send
you into a frenzy!
But Buddy is crazy —
he’s truly your professor with a blend.
More like Jekyll and Hyde — this is his con.
In the classroom, with gnarly teeth and wan.
He’s a science nerd.
Love is much preferred.
With a test tube he’s turned into a swan.
On your pulse, the melody master voice,
but he’s rude and crude, sorely not your choice.
You prefer the nerd in glasses —
the professor in your classes.
When you find out his secret you rejoice!
3/4/2018
Movie: The Nutty Professor
Contest: Alexis Y. Favorite Comedy Movie
LET THOSE WHO PROMOTE DISCORE WHO PROMOTE THEMSEVES AT MY EXPENSE BE CLOTHED WITH SHAME AND DISGRACE
O’ that mine enemies cry, for my downfall
Sorely they so soul cries out to me down-fall
My Father does, do not let them gloat over me
My Father doesn’t let them think “Aha”
O’ so they think that they’ve gotten O’ver me
Do not let them gloat over me
Or think, “Aha, just what we wanted!”
Do not let them say, “We have swallowed him up.”
I walk robust, I rise up I am taller than flowers (butter-cup)
Let those who gloat over my downfall
Be thoroughly put to shame and confused.
Abba Selah I confess O’ that I’m blessed
Abba Father I confess O’Lord I’m-I am so bless
O’ that mine enemies cry, for my downfall
Sorely they so soul cries out to me down-fall
My Father does, do not let them gloat over me
My Father doesn’t let them think “Aha”
O’ so they think that they’ve gotten O’ver me
Let those who promote themselves at my expense
Be so clothed with shame and disgrace.
Let those who are happy when I am declared innocent
Joyfully sing and rejoice Hallelujah Holy Glory Amen
Let them continually say, “The LORD is great.
He is happy when his servant has peace.”
Joyfully sing and rejoice Hallelujah Holy Glory Amen
Screams shouts of the covering
My Father so covers me all around
Over and under He covers me
Then my tongue will tell about your righteousness,
O Father I so praise your praise all day
Joyfully sing and rejoice Hallelujah Holy Glory Amen
2/23/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2024©