Give me but some music
- in heavens empty hours -
a piece of song, giddy-paced
and innocence for innocence
I’m a horse that never tires
While a cup of wine
makes light airs
and merry hearts
It too can unyoke the humour of the immature,
“So, wait, you think if you say a few right things
I’ll let you on it?”
Ha! No I won’t
you weak spirit
I see right through you
Oh, I’m not lily-white of hue,
I’m more the colour of blood red roses
But that one there, *pointing*
he relieves my passion
see this ring?
I frisk for him
.
.
Songs for this:
We'll Sing In the Sunshine by Thornbirds
Landslide (feat. Gwyneth Paltrow) - Glee Cast
Snowbird by Rani Arbo & Daisy Mayhem
Having cooled down, these life-passions
With them, that bond with Summer
Foot to flame, done in.
Best of whose associations
Childhood's raced, running.
Trudge now. Til with that more harried
Countenance, onto Autumn's
Breast-like leaf-mound slump.
Its winds to my words replied:
"We're of one mind, grump!"
Every day closer to death
One more day further
To eternal light
Demons gather gasping for air
The sounds of fire crackling
Flowers grow wild along the roadside
Indians cultivate wings
Birds flock flying in circles
Winds grow deeply
Silent moons burn bright
Her love has takin a back seat
To his true passion
Years have passed
Lust has takin place of true love
True love blistering
His thoughts of yesterday
Feelings towards her
Dysfunctional thought
That places him on
A low level of respect.
Comparing the filthy ways of
The true Black American
And their traditional
Animalistic inherited trait
Monkey like patterns of habit
There’s something for each of us
Which changes throughout our life
A different time, a different place
Which finds its way in
To help us find a way out
I know what mine has been
What is yours?
(1/25/26)
Unreciprocated passion
is not yet resonant compassion
Unreturned love
feels dissonantly lonely
Failure to cooperatively thrive
Longing for health giving
mindful exotic
double-binding
cobinary relationship
Strong wealth receiving
resiliently embodied
erotic co-elationship.
I seized the moment,
sure I’d repay it in kind.
What’s a hint of regret
for what I thought I needed to burn?
Now the burden grows,
sleepless nights interest is accruing.
The cost never diminishes,
but the memory of the flame is a vapor,
and yet, I still pay.
Harsh is the time of your birth
The bleaching sun, taking away all beauty of the earthly jade.
But out of this parched season,
You bring forth the passions of your ever living substance.
Whispers of the cool, dry winds
Wave your exquisiteness for all to see.
Canvasing the floor of the soft earth,
Beneath each towering tree.
The stately soft petal
Of your comeliness fall ever gracefully.
Like the rains, that you seemingly beckon
To come and drench the thirsting earth.
Your cries for the heavens
To bless the earth is without sound,
But great things occur in silence,
Just as the warm sun rises.
The God of the heavens
The great creator set you as a sign.
A herald of great tidings,
For the rain draweth nigh.
Not once, nor twice but as many as three times
Your passion is echoed.
Filling the land with hope,
That soon the watering of the earth will appear.
But alas, you are no more as the heavenly windows open,
And as the thirsty land drinks her fill,
Your passionate silent calls are needed no more.
We bid thee farewell till next mother nature calls.
Splendidly, vividly she stands strong
Like an orchid with thorn liken a rose
Spicy yet mild elegant mature
Passions pure
Like a rose petal in the rain
Each petal sheds a tear
Rain falls down, I be lifted up
Tears falls down just rain drops
Splendidly, vividly she stands strong
Like an orchid with thorn liken a rose
Spicy yet mild
PASSIONS PURE -LIKE A RAIN ROSE FLOWER
7/9/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr©.
Sorrow, pain express sorrow, mourning ill-gotten
-------negative passions
3/12/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2024©
In The Restless Night
David Walker
I am my universal self
To your cold and distant brilliance
We see and believe in what we see
From that distance
You have me at an unknown advantage
I will be what you think I am
And you will never reciprocate in
My weaknesses for you
Act II
in this passions play will
Script itself
In the restless night
The cardiac dance, a waltz of hidden passions,
has made our feeling a vibrant creature in a fraction of time,
O, celestial flyer, from the vault sprinkled with pure light,
You have settled like a meditation on my temple, gently swayed by a soft breath.
Our love has bloomed in the guise of a budding smile,
In the blaze that consumes us, and the breath that tangles in gusts,
Desire, that worn talisman of dream, perched in a bent soul,
With the breathing of a world that pulses in unison with the year coming to life.
We have concluded a dream, an immaterial pact, sealed with the gold of life,
You and I, in a second and a mute line, remaining at the horizon of our lips at dawn,
From the aftermath of the kiss that transfigured us, in a psalm of liberated love.
Our love has transformed into shooting stars over the serene abyss of eternity,
But where have these stars lain, and in what realms have they dissipated,
Which path did the time take that we tenderly weaved shoulder to shoulder,
While the heart sings, with sweet arrhythmias, a longing forever shared.
Not having to do your favorite things by yourself
Dad is out back,
speaking to his swedes and turnips.
He only grows tubers, root vegetables,
that I sullenly refuse to eat.
There is one flower
a Passionflower, 'Passiflora Incarnate'
that clings to the garden fence.
I could not see any passion in it,
until mum showed me
the creamy crucifix within
the blue and white corona.
Dad belly laughs
as mum, showing me,
piously makes the sign of the cross.
Dad is digging up a real beauty,
that's what he called it,
a 'real beauty',
a soil crusted cannonball,
the monstrous offspring
of a cabbage and a turnip.
He was not a religious man,
but he did believe fervently,
in those strange passions
some have
for cabbage soup
and mashed turnip.
I could adorn you
with great riches,
but my greatest gift
to you is my poetry.
Lost in the gravity of your love,
my soul has lost control of its senses,
floating in euphoria,
ecstasy and elation.
In the presence of your beauty,
even the stars hide with envy.
My muse that was once mute,
is now briskly blooming at night.
My simple musings
were without meaning,
before the first glimpse
of your elegance.
Now my heart
is whispering to the sky,
enchanted by shades
of dreamy indigo nightfall,
as twilight glows in
clementine and violet hues.
An end to
monotone blackberry skies,
as the earth creates colours
in time for our union.
Moonlight illuminates
our dream world,
as pearls appear,
radiantly reflecting,
like a constellation
in your eyes.
Your luscious lips like
merlot petals,
entice with
soft sensual warm breaths.
As we blend,
it feels like the air is alive.
Consumed in intimate infatuation,
inhibitions fade in slow motion,
as desires dissolve
like a secret of the stars.
PASSIONS
progressed
info
of
urgent fruitfulness
encountered
in
abundant
profusion
yet
mysterious
in substance
obsessed
&elaborate
sheltering
in a
wilderness
of shrunken
shaped
instincts
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