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White man in the jungle;
Inner city ghetto Harlem;
Gramps getting old;
I was just a main streamer;
None of this makes any sense;
He’s not getting any younger walkin round town;
Ghetto town trin to be bad real hip now yah!!
I am out in the bars liquor joints pool halls, all my life;
Hustling stealing begN all my life;
None of this makes any sense;
Beggin from my mama and them
Beggin from my daddy bro I’m sadly
Running a red light pigs see me;
Just their delight more police brutality;
None of this makes any sense;
Now scared need to git out of here;
People all gathering in the streets;
Prostitutes and Pimps calling each other sweet;
People united maybe together
None of this makes any sense;
United maybe gathering on the roads;
Little dogs getting run over;
Surrounding the area none of this makes no sense;
Cut the baloney
Mass Harmony
Black man in rich man’s heaven no gasoline to put in our cars;
Ma just turned ninety-seven there’s a shortage on liquids water and Kool-Aid;
There’s no alcohol, beverages for bars;
Talking to myself I’m in such a mess a hell mess;
None of this makes any sense;
Nowhere to have I felt blessed
In and out old rest homes sanitariums institutions
I’m her son, still in and out bars, pool halls dealN drugs this ain’t no life;
People gathering in the street;
None of this makes any sense;
A little boy gets run over;
Gang violent surrounding the area;
People all together for one common cause my brother;
Come on sing with me people voice your views;
Change your mindset and your tools;
None of this makes any sense;
Follow the right directions based on falsities not truths, What?
Come on brothers and sisters sing sweet harmony;
Area none of this makes no sense;
Cut the baloney
Mass Harmony
7/15/74
Written words by James Edward Lee ©1974, 2019
I never thought of the day, that I'd be forced to say,
Goodbye!
Although I no you wouldn't have wanted me
To cry,
But when Heaven sent for you, I can't deny
My heartache!
I no you wouldn't have left me, even if the earth quivered or quaked,
You'd of stayed,
By my side until the end of time, if you could, because our love didn't fade,
It was, and still is, unstoppable, unshakable unbreakable,
It's unconditional
Even now that we're apart, your love still remains irreplaceable,
It will last forever!
One day we will be reunited my marvellous Man,
We will be together!
One day probably not too far away, our souls will reunite for eternity,
In sweet harmony!
Although I vowed to love you until death do us part,
That wasn't correct, impart,
Because my vow does not end, like that of a beating heart, my love for you lives on,
So my vows roll on,
As your wife I promise to love you beyond death my dear husband even if we are apart,
I vow to thee, my love you are the only man who holds the key to my heart,
And you will be,
Beyond this life and into the next, because our love doesn't simply depart,
Soon we will be
Reunited to rest in peace in the heavenly Kingdom Forever for all eternity.
Inspired by Bruce Dickenson's song
Darkside of Aquarius, from the Accident of Birth Album
(Lord of the Rings video)
Here is my song-
Age of Aquarius
a future filled with love and life
sweet harmony and peace-
But, the future came with a knife
the first Hellrider bringing dread, death and
the darkside.
We were plunged into chaos as
a second rider brought us conflict
and cold thinking to constrict
with a darkness filled with terror
fascist dictators reading a script
there was no promised land in sight.
Realms of enlightenment,
of conduct, are crashing into nothingness.
Realms of enlightenment,
of conduct, are crashing into nothingness.
The third rider from hell came
with a message to kill our fellow women and men.
The fourth wave of riders were the horsemen of the Apocalypse
and we watched our crumbling world.
The horsemen yelled death to holy men,
and thus came an end of all enlightenment,
and tarot card reading became a useless tool.
Realms of enlightenment,
of conduct, are crashing into nothingness.
Existential dread and darkness closing in
and people are fleeing cities in fear,
because of this dark side of Aquarius,
and Hellriders who are stealing our minds and souls.
Realms of enlightenment,
of conduct, are crashing into nothingness.
(Guitar Solo)
I let the demons chase me to the sea,
and the rolling crashing waves.
Oh, how close they follow me,
only to be washed away in the sea,
but more are coming for me !
Got to fight, got to fight,
got to ride my white horse.
Got to fight, got to fight,
got to ride my white horse.
Got to fight, got to fight,
got to fight the demons,
got to fight the demons !
I've got to fight the demons from hell,
got to fight the demons from hell.
Got to fight the demons from hell,
Change the course of Aquarius,
change to age of Aquarius.
Change the dark side of Aquarius,
change the dark side of Aquarius . . . now !
Love and Pain
Decided to get married
I know it seems strange
For you would have expected
Love and affection to want to tie the knot
After all…they were similar
They socialized in the same set of word families
The artistonyms
Love and passion also wanted
To be forever joined
That everyone condoned and blessed
But, oh, how everyone laughed
At the strange request
Of Love and Pain
To be wed
“What’s wrong with your head?
You two are from different worlds
From antonym slums
You can’t unite
And become one!”
Love held on to Pain
And would not let her go….
He smiled a knowing smile
“There has never been
One of us without the other
We belong…
For only when you truly encounter Love
Will you experience Pain.”
Pain shed a tear
And yet she smiled
“Where Love exists
I hover near…
Have no fear
Our union will produce
Beautiful babies
Love sires Joy
A darling child
Love fathers Peace
And Tranquility, in turn
These are the children we will bear
But do beware
Love can’t survive, without Me
For how would He know
How would He be certain
That he is alive….and well
Were it not for ME!
And so Love and Pain
Were wed
Amongst great fanfare
It was a match made in heaven
For never did they depart
One from another
Love and Pain?
Not so insane
Everyone did testify
That one did not come
Without the other
They were tied together
Inseparable
Nothing could come between them
Except their little babies
The most beautiful mixed babies
That eye shall ever see!
Sweet harmony
Of Love and Pain
Who lived.......companionably ever after!
Eileen Manassian Ghali
I can offer you sympathy,
try to feel you through empathy.
But if you take it for granted,
silence will be your remedy.
Remember the seeds you planted,
when unnourished will bloom slanted.
Hearts yearn for balanced devotion,
like birds sharing what they chanted.
When there is too much commotion,
tears seem to fall in slow motion.
Will you give my soul an embrace,
try to sense its deep emotion?
Ego only portrays disgrace.
Some actions are hard to replace.
Judgement is harshly negative.
Selflessness should be your showcase.
When the conscience seems tentative,
your heartbeats become expletive.
But if you've helped quench someone's thirst,
the thoughtful become sensitive.
Before the heart and soul immerse,
the eyes observe compassion first.
Awareness brings sweet harmony.
A purpose that should be well versed.
Remember them who lay in rows and
rows where poppies grow, and
enjoy this life because many died,
to make it so. Mother's weep for a
child no more, echoing canons can be
heard in the distance, and many have
bowed their heads to cry. Bring yourself
to silence at eleven in the morning. Ringing
out are bells, eleven times, and bagpipes
sounds drift in praise, and those who stand
with honour are set in stone. Now jets fly over
in an azure sky, thundering. Canada we stand
on guard for you! The Red and White Maple
Leaf Flag blows. Even in the going down of the
sun we will remember your precious blood.
Days have passed and pages have turned yet
we remember them, and now it is time for prayer
and quiet contemplation, yes, let us pray in this
hallowed place to honor the past and present.
Within my heart I see great-grandpa and grandpa
in black and white photographs, now give respect
to those whose names are etched on plagues and
stones in cemeteries, and remember those who came
back broken in their souls, nothing could help those
who took their own life due to memories horrible, and
on the grave of the unknown soldier we place our red
poppies, oh do not ever forget their great sacrifice so
we could live in sweet harmony, and now wreaths of
remembrance are being placed on the war monument.
Now, I place a wreath for the First Nation People as I
swell with pride for my ancestors who died in war.
"and the sound of pipes and drums drift along city streets"
______________________________
November 11, 2016
Poetry/Unstructured Prose Verse/Lest We Forget
Copyright Protected, ID 16-849-151-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Submitted to FTI Blog Series 15 - November
Brian Strand
Podium Place1
- Land Of Happiness -
When our hearts met, a star was born in a land of happiness
In this land you are the king, and I am the queen
We live with delight in loves sweet harmony
Ruling the land as the passionate dream team
It has beautiful flowers and luscious fruit trees
With clear blue skies and air free from disease
Golden meadows with clear flowing streams
And flower scented air that floats in the breeze
The sky at the night is filled with a multitude of stars
As I look at them all I see the one that is ours
It warms my heart, and brings a smile to my face
With you in this land of happiness, there is no greater place
It's hard to understand
that a friend who was so alive
is not among us anymore
Dear Dan :
I hope you found
the "Land Of Happiness"
R.I.P.
A collaboration with smiles :) by
Dan Kearley and Anne-Lise Andresen
02.03 -2012
Re. 05.09.2021
Oh, noble soul, thy beauty shines so bright
A radiant star, that guides me through life's night
In thy companionship, I find my peaceful nest
A haven of friendship, where my heart can rest
Thy mind, a treasure trove, of wisdom and of grace
A fountain of inspiration, that does fill my space
Thy heart, a sanctuary, of kindness and of light
A refuge from life's storms, where I can take flight
Together we explore, the realms of thought and art
Our conversations, a sweet harmony that does never depart
In thy embrace, I find a love that's pure and true
A platonic bond, that forever shall renew
Oh, dear friend, thou art a blessing to my life
A precious gift, that does my soul enrich and rife
May our friendship forever flourish and grow
A platonic love, that forever shall glow.
Blue tunnel glimmers where dome meets the ray
in cadence of lulled sleep, its final veil...
the flight grows misty in a blooming sway
as my soul climbs the ladder of bright trail;
where heaven’s portal dips in moonlit spray...
Awed by Mother Mary’s grace, I exhale
whispered prayers and sighs, for all deeds wrong,
then twice, thrice, harps release a lilting song.
First touch of kisses glints like winding sparks
I reach for Mom and Dad’s arms, gently mauve,
beside them, my brothers crowned by night larks
while we stride on a rainbow high above...
Then comes my school mate, queen of loud remarks,
embracing peace to thank our Enlightened Dove.
O timeless realm where sweet harmony dwells,
breaths of oneness chime for God’s final spells.
Dated 11/27/2015
Contest by Laura Urbanaik
I Went To Heaven~ 10 syl count per line
By nette onclaud
Take me to the show and let me meet your beau
Take me to the show and let me sit in the front row
Everyone is talking about it, and some people travel
From the other end of the world to see it. Everything
It touches turns gold and if you stare at it too long
You have to surrender your soul. It’s witty and strong
And its vision surpasses the intellect of mankind for its
purpose is divine.
Morning whistles with a sweet harmony over my head
And I pinch myself several times to make sure that I am not dead
I walk down Fifth Avenue looking for the store that sells
That special pair of shoes for I have been preparing for more
than five years to meet it so I have to make sure that the shoe fits.
I have waited for that autograph for so long, for heaven knows
that when I meet it, I will be inspired to write that final song
the album is almost complete but in your presence it will be sweet.
Take me to the show to see your beau,
set a table for it and get the priest to bless it
let me meet with it alone, but gather the universe around
to share cocktails and French dainties before you unveil the tail
I heard that it is coming down the street
and its motorcade is moving with great speed
caps and hats are rustling in the breeze
while honking horns makes echoes abroad
and filters in the deep; friends and stranger
will gather around to say goodbye
But whatever you do, you must not cry
The short-cut is to open your gut and say what you feel
And tell everybody that it is real.
Now that I have met it,
it's time to roll out the next chapter for the show
to make some profit
your beau is neat and it can compete
see you at fashion street on eight avenue.
I am glad that I’ve met your beau
For it is the heartbeat of the show and
You have three to five thousand more miles to go.
Take me to see your beau