It began as tone—
no origin,
no end—
a chord mistaken for a world made whole.
A held vibration gathered into shape;
harmonics thickened into edges felt,
and silence filled with structures made of sound.
A pattern looping through a field of noise,
hoping repetition made it true.
Desire tuned the body into pitch,
insisted on a key, a fixed resolve,
refusing dissonance its right to pass.
But slowly, the will releases intervals;
resolutions drift without a home, and rhythm slips its measure into air.
Overtones collapse to quieter threads;
no struck glass shivering into light,
no instrument remains to house the sound.
No echo left to gather into form
only the unheard,
unstruck,
unheld
a silence
prior to all music,
where nothing ever
needed
to be shaped.
"French Horn Overtones"
"They are watching me now
They watch all of us
I distorted my voice so
They don't know it's me
They said it came from
B$$$$$$tro but we knew
It didn't.
Code word is Cing of the Forest "
"Bassoon is ah wait tis time we starts
the Thing-ah Jig, you'll know the words
To the following." Said the interrupting
Loud speaker. I have your kazo, I will be
In contact.
Yeah all right than the guy answered
As he walked away.
For real man why she so weird said
Strangs, I don't know but she some kinda
Phatt dough!
Don't change that one I like it
Like that, you heard what I said
See I love that one, I like this one too.
It rare when you like something and
Others like it too.
Maybe you don't know nothing bout that
Cause folk geek you out,
I ain't bragging, but sometimes that's what
It's about!"
"French Horn Overtones"
"They are watching me now
They watch all of us
I distorted my voice so
They don't know it's me
They said it came from
B$$$$$$tro but we knew
It didn't.
Code word is Cing of the Forest "
"Bassoon is ah wait tis time we starts
the Thing-ah Jig, you'll know the words
To the following." Said the interrupting
Loud speaker. I have your kazo, I will be
In contact.
Yeah all right than the guy answered
As he walked away.
For real man why she so weird said
Strangs, I don't know but she some kinda
Phatt dough!
Don't change that one I like it
Like that, you heard what I said
See I love that one, I like this one too.
It rare when you like something and
Others like it too.
Maybe you don't know nothing bout that
Cause folk geek you out,
I ain't bragging, but sometimes that's what
It's about!"
"French Horn Overtones"
"They are watching me now
They watch all of us
I distorted my voice so
They don't know it's me
They said it came from
B$$$$$$tro but we knew
It didn't.
Code word is Cing of the Forest "
"Bassoon is ah wait tis time we starts
the Thing-ah Jig, you'll know the words
To the following." Said the interrupting
Loud speaker. I have your kazo, I will be
In contact.
Yeah all right than the guy answered
As he walked away.
For real man why she so weird said
Strangs, I don't know but she some kinda
Phatt dough!
Don't change that one I like it
Like that, you heard what I said
See I love that one, I like this one too.
It rare when you like something and
Others like it too.
Maybe you don't know nothing bout that
Cause folk geek you out,
I ain't bragging, but sometimes that's what
It's about!"
"French Horn Overtones"
"They are watching me now
They watch all of us
I distorted my voice so
They don't know it's me
They said it came from
B$$$$$$tro but we knew
It didn't.
Code word is Cing of the Forest "
I don't feel like being bothered, sounds
Great but I wanna do it later. Hiding in that
Robe with a voice disguiser is cool, what
Ya'll doing later on?
Hey I gotta go, we will talk later!
"Bassoon is ah wait tis time we starts
the Thing-ah Jig, you'll know the words
To the following." Said the interrupting
Loud speaker. I have your kazo, I will be
In contact.
Yeah all right than the guy answered
As he walked away.
For real man why she so weird said
Strangs, I don't know but she some kinda
Phatt dough!
Don't change that one I like it
Like that, you heard what I said
See I love that one, I like this one too.
It rare when you like something and
Others like it too.
Maybe you don't know nothing bout that
Cause folk geek you out,
I ain't bragging, but sometimes that's what
It's about!"
TO A NEVER-ENDING SYMPHONY
OF EMANCIPATION’S RECONSTRUCTION
Stomping cautiously
Along the erratic cadences
Of slaved-based racism
And its quarter-note overtones,
We groove from one oppressive
Barred-beat to another:
The scored freedom sojourn
Filled with negative rest stops,
Designed to decrescendo
Wailing staccato, rhythmic screams
Of jazzy, flowing notes, echoing
With rebellious metered sounds:-
Bypassing silent apathetic rest stops,
With a crescendo of rumbling faith
And sassy melodic hopes,
Renewed booming sounds of liberation,
void of waning half notes,
Loudly burst into vibrant whole notes
Of modulating fixed purpose:
Creating a never-ending
Symphony Of Emancipation,
Conducted by spiritual directing,
Exacting melodic notes
Of an ultrasonic pulse,
Echoing a never-ending concert
And its encore sounds of
Liberty’s total reality:-
You’ve lived through loss—
you’ve battled unuttered shame—
yet you hold onto Love like it is more
than a Delusion—it is Honor—precious
and rainbow-like—shimmery and
shadowy all in one.
You speak to her with Soul,
truths that seem simple—
truths that survive in warm hands,
in melodies,
in cadences,
in overtones,
in steady Voice.
You are creased at the edges
like a letter read too many times,
but your words—
your words are both
soft lanterns and sunlight—
lit from somewhere deeper than breath.
Some people are put here
to hold others when they cry,
to remind them that they are still real—
still seen, still envisioned, still worth
writhing, weaving weights of
Dream-drunk Love.
3.3.25
A GOLDEN AGE
It was the early Sixties when music changed
Rock Around The Clock had paved the way
But many previous styles had seen their day
As modern songs were differently arranged
The Mersey Sound burst out upon the scene
The Beatles in particular, led that revolution
Then almost very year adding a new solution
Along with many others, all young and keen
Of course there was always the U.S influence
And Motown lasted longer than was expected
Loyalty to the favourite radio station selected
But soon, instrumental tracks made less sense
Electric guitars earned their permanent place
But distortion spawned so many a new effect
And much studio tech that helped to correct
But the Pop TV shows filled a popular space
Much music of that era did sound simplistic
But with classic songs and arrangements too
Yet committed to embracing what was new
Despite some Hippy overtones of the mystic
But that memorable decade drew to a close
Whilst colour replaced old black and white
A beat generation was mostly treated right
It shall return and be welcomed, as it goes
I take my pain to where ragers rage and writhe
in their self-absorbed gluttony on all-winter days
their tea cups are only for them
interspersed with silence and solitude
the streets are buildings without them
who are the signposts talking too?
I could have been one of them
I was one of them
and still am if hills facing the sun are cloud covered
and I don’t look out of the window to notice
then, in those un-costumed days, I am
but, and it has taken rotations of earth
backpacking through antonyms, through tropics
I have conquered tinnitus, now a comfort blanket
aiding sleep as a heart monitor line crossing a screen
I have conquered deep wells, now jews harps
jaw harps if you prefer, gewgaws, yes I have conquered
the cave of crawling space days
goblins are only a light switch and their rising finger away
but my rising finger plucks at overtones and distances
between neurons, between stars, between mees
its sound soothing, rubbing balm on a restive chest
the vibrations are fizzing and feeding me
I take my white noise and float away
sound, my therapy
see my hand it has a gewgaw in
and to my lips I kiss the day
with her sounds I repeat back
in overtones and harmonics
of a heart whose breath is wide
horizonal, for scope, there is scope
and much to fill with a beauty
of song and call and secretness
yet do I not keep the outside out
these harp filled moments
allow my alone to distant inwards
solitary in an openness of voyage
among this voice of many voices
for it is here in this everywhere
that soothes, that steals, that builds
and my direction honed, renewed
oh these moments pass too quickly
once I’m out of the eternity
but the whet and drive has thirst
see my hand it has a gewgaw in
and to my lips I kiss the day
if aromatic, can your sound
adrift on wings like strings to sing
by tongue and some from lighted tops
of cloud aloud let fly, let fly
o solitary eagle soaring high
these aromatic overtones
of demon groans to bees abuzz
on petal roams and onto tombs
of night in flight to morning’s dew
harmonic rhythms meditate
the late, the new, the cycle through
sweet realm of realms, mine avenue
and though her breath is my breath too
the key, like she, can bloom
Life has no end goal
Savor the moment you're here
Or think not exist.
I enjoy women but in a Fatherly Heaven way
I Adorn their nurturing they're caring so I say
I Adorn a woman the one whom I love
for both of God daughters casting spirit encased in vessel song
Light bright brilliant casting overtones thank you Dear Abba Father God
5/5/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2024
I, the many
a harlot's realm, betrothed
to the light, each door a seed
yet, eyes
ever glossed in overtones
of harmonic gaze
deep within her strings
and enter anew
in silence...
... raw
Wettened by the mornings dew
Closely spaced where rows of roses grew
Footprints stained the cobblestone
Where my love and I had walked, alone
—Charles Messina
Roses pink as my love’s lips
The remainder of the day predicts
Scented overtones of life
Blue moon will ask Claire to be my wife
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