Taskmaster Sung?
*****, ***** do that what masTar says;
B tat Dat yo own filthy slave;
*****, ***** stay on them knees;
Do that, watch that masTar you must please;
That spiritual yoke we've got round yo neck;
Is ta lead ya, too what's bless?;
Soul free Slave?
MasTar mastar Yun nott mi masTar
Forn whose in side me
Tis my freedom Mize liberty
Ain't got knone right this ain't naw fight
I am free ta just blind and can't see
Ain't now yoke nor whipped back
I'm of kingdom blood while you laugh
While you pray what you pray
To Our same Father sum dues young gon pay?
Ya! See masTar masTar ain't no Slave
See we both actin up misbehavin
When you see mee on my knees
I'm not being servitude
I praying God bless you
7/15/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2024
Peacefully playing
Indigo notes
Angelic mood swaying
***** spiritual hope
Onyx facts history black
My life is made up of many things,
Dreams and hopes in my church hymnal.
Lyrics limping along in simple songs,
Coming out from being a ***** spiritual.
Songs that assures me of treasures
If found, are in exchange for a sacrifice.
I am guaranteed there would be tears,
and snares laid in a troublesome place.
Victory share the hope of salvation,
A temporary illusion before death.
My world is in captivity to emotion,
I stand in need with a separate breath.
life carries me to where the good intrude,
Someday done wrong, with pain sing along,
The sad melody fits the time, a hit in the mood.
And Caused my life to be in this song.
In prayer, I often look up to the sky.
And search for answers that could be mine.
But I go the way to where crows fly,
As foul as I am, the healing is inclined.
The poem we can`t write
Make it clear poetry is redundant
poets write verses packed in wool
only other poets can understand,
they are usually about love and peace
but no one is listening.
There are of course nationalistic poets
who advocates war they are listening to
and often recited by politicians.
***** spiritual music called the blues
are the poetry of the oppressed the rest of
us write pedestrian poems are forgotten.
So forget that you can write poetry
that is not based on the suffering of the soul.
Her fingers strum
lullabies on my
dopamine lines
from one artery
to the next
She's connected
to every heartbeat
in every breath
like a ***** spiritual
to Still I Rise
Her touch exposes
surprising endings
and unbelievable
encores followed by
Reach for More's
and dig deepers
So deep
I have to rinse soil from my soul
Having to apologize
afterwards
because we went from hello
to one hundred miles into go
Fingerprints
left on skin,
I retrace the chords
she played
My body her piano
tying Ribbons in the Sky
to Your Love is too Hype
Now close your eyes
and allow me to play
a tune or two on you.
I'VE BEEN THROUGH THE FIRE
Ole ***** Spiritual
I've been through the fire but I got out
I've been through the fire but I got out
I've been through the fire
But my God desire
Was that, that I wouldn't would not get burnt
I've been through the fire but I got out
I've been through the fire but I got out
I've been through the fire
My souls been delivered
I've been through the fire but I got out
No burns no smells I was whole
Didn't get blistered or burned
I was in the fire, but my Jesus stool before me
I was in the fire, but He led me out
I've been through the fire but I got out
I've been through the fire but I got out
I've been through the fire
But my God desire
Was that, that I wouldn't would not get burnt
written words by James Edward Lee Sr.
Arranged music by James Edward Lee Sr.
My heart is filled with such a longing
To be with those from my yesterdays
The days grow short, yet the nights are long
Sweet horns, play for me..and take me home.
Inspired by the ***** spiritual “ Going Home’.
There is some dispute about who wrote this piece ,
But it is based on Largo..from Antonin Dvorak’s
Symphony from the New World.
It was due to learnt behavior
from generation to generation
trust me that did not come from our
LORD and SAVIOUR
hate prejudice a will to kill
another human being
doing this at will
all you see is color
not someone as part of the human race
we are all here
by GODs peace mercy and grace
shake the devil off
as fast as you can
divided we fall
united we can stand
reach out and touch someone
before it is all said and done
we will hold hands
singing the old ***** spiritual song
Free At Last
shedding the "I'm better than you" syndrome
you will not go wrong
feel compelled to help each other stay strong
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