When I am asleep, am I grateful
When I'm awaken, I am grateful
As I start my new day 'm grateful
when I open mine eyes so grateful
I am grateful
Ever so grateful
Abundantly glad rejoiceful
I am grateful
Honestly-thankfully grateful
Grateful
When I am dreamin, am I grateful
When I'm in dazed, I am grateful
As I start my new day 'm grateful
when I open mine eyes, ever so, so grateful
I am grateful
Ever so grateful
Abundantly glad rejoiceful
I am grateful
Honestly-thankfully grateful
Grateful
Overjoyed
Wonderful
Glorious
Life in my Father, is fabulous
Thank-full
Glorious
Overjoyed abundantly grateful
9/03/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2024©
for SHASTA JAZZ DEDICATED VERSE FOR SHASTA SIMMS ANTHOLOGY #1
Categories:
rejoiceful, analogy, appreciation, blessing, inspirational,
Form: Lyric
The window of opportunity; once seemingly limitless
Now appears to be gloomy and hopeless
The aspirations and dreams disguised as the truth..
Are these just lies that reside in his own mind?
No proof, no action..just an attempt to appease and distract him
The window of time; once an absolute eternity
Is now running out in quite a hurry
Pursuing dreams is similar to that of running on a treadmill;
At the highest speed; there will not be enough endurance to actually achieve
Yet, if too slow; no chance for progression, no chance to grow
However; with a perfect balance of: talent, aggression, and humility..
Add a bit of: water, composure, and consistency
And, of course, a sprinkle of belief..and there is the recipe to succeed
The window behind; once hardly noticeable..
Evidently someone or something opened the blinds
..perhaps it was just time
For the window behind; once hardly visible..
Now gives reason to be rejoiceful; for it seems to be the single window in which one is actually ahead of ones dreams
Categories:
rejoiceful, inspiration, introspection, meaningful, metaphor,
Form: Free verse
My birthday, Ur Christmas, His death
Toe to toe, heals to floor, fallen with missed steps
The 21st day of September
9th child of birth, must be hell for her to remember
Then again, maybe she's happy
Living life rejoiceful, sitting on the same doorstool
Bless the heart of this poor fool
That was my birthday, this is ur Christmas
As if holidays were forgotten
Seems these passing noels only could kiss us
Perhaps that's good enough
Besides, this is coming from a child
Whom never understood himself
Circling thoughts, is he abandoned
Is he still a follower of ur Christ
Temperatures heated
No longer do I lay immortal on melting ice
Recieve your gifts, for misery will never decieve this myth
That's Ur Christmas, this is his death
First weekend of April, last sunday of February
Love me! I'll wed you, then be buried
I've become fond of you
But I'll never miss this burden I've carried
Granted no sins, no chances to win
In this failing day, I'm so eager to attend
Ur son, my mothers child, have my coffin rest on another isle
My brother I knew little of you
But I miss your smile
This was my birthday, Ur christmas, His death
Categories:
rejoiceful, life, loss, music, peace,
Form: I do not know?
I am human
Cumulative to a being
Carrying the trial of a few men
Baring the suffering of a new sin
You say you’d cry for me
But will the world be rejoiceful or sad when you begin
For these reasons my funeral will not be a sad day
Holidays come and pass
For some they last
For others it’s a finale in one gasp
Loved ones will stand and fall
As the above Son will demand you call
And now we dream this impossible dream
Witness your misery blossom in our scene
There is no sanctuary in between
Now you see why my funeral will not be a sad day
Moments of triumph
Being more than we have ever had, okay
The dimming of lights
Sadly the peace we have ever known, so pray
Your heavens will not receive me
Driven below, yet these temperatures only tease me
Why do I not learn?
If it says it’s hot, why do I touch it and expect it not to burn
I don’t beg forgiveness
I break legs for living in stress
And for these reasons my funeral will not be a sad day
Categories:
rejoiceful, life, peace, sad, song-time,
Form: I do not know?