MORNING RUN
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morning run
wind whispers through leaves
thoughts scatter
cool, crisp air
breath a visible prayer
silent confessions
When my donkey does loudly bray.
Then I know he is out of hay.
I’ll bring a new bale,
And away he’ll sail.
I hope he’s not running away.
SOLITARY RUN
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That morning, I set out for a solitary run noticing the clear blue sky with only a few wispy clouds floating by. The grass stood silent, the multi-colored leaves barely moving, looking as if they had been painted there. A faint touch upon my skin made me wonder, ‘Should a person be able to feel the beating of the birds’ wings?’ Time stopped, stretching endlessly in the quiet stillness.
silent, empty space
thoughts like seeds begin to sprout.
a voiceless whisper
births words upon the still air~
creativity takes flight
In blue water I'm going down
swept away by the tide all sense left behind
in dark waters I might drown
caught in the current out of my mind
holding my breath and hoping
my love for you will stand the test of time
out of my depth and hanging on
for the day you say you are mine
in over my head how long can I tread
these waters for you
don't know what to do
what's to be done
I'm between the devil and...
deep waters still run
BELOVED RUN UNTO THE FATHER AND THE SON
Run, run run run, run, run run run
Sister run, run run run unto the Lord
For He has open arms, he’ll embrace you
And keep you warm, within this cold, cold world;
Brother run, run toward the Lord
Our Father He will cover you
Provide for you ad keep you
Keep you
BELOVED RUN UNTO THE FATHER AND THE SON, RUN
BELOVED RUN UNTO THE FATHER AND THE SON, RUN, RUN
Run, run run run, run, run run run
My children run unto the Lord
He’s got you, He’s got you
And in all that dismay
He comes to display
All is well in Him
He’s more than just a friend
He our beginning and the end
And when, it comes to the world
you better run toward the Lord
Run, run run run, run, run run run
08/19/25
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.
Music arraignment by James Edward Lee Sr. 2025©
freedom for me came in the form of a dog run
promised weeks before it arrived
I gave up hope the Thursday it finally came
I had been hostage to my house for eleven months
because Beau, my baby dog chases cars
He follows pretty teenage girls home
He runs around delivery trucks as they enter our long driveway
Our good dog, Buddy, had never left our yard before Beau came
Buddy is super sweet, a gentle giant, but easily led by Beau.
They were tormenting the neighbors.
Now they are confined to the house.
Their dog porch, the dog run, my art studio.
Not to mention an enormous play yard.
Not really so confining, huh?
long nights
eyes wide
sky lights
heart racing
i am within my rights
to reach for your hand
without regrets or fearful plights
lips thrum nervously
i know your soul; flying high as a kite
never tameable
unless i tether you here holding with all my might
for i know it is you who easily falls away
and i would not let you go for truth bites
and lies are so easy to tell
i love you and isnt that my own fight?
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Too small,
for two of us.
Wanting to run away,
I was reluctant to stay here.
Our pay checks did not reach far in those days,
I had a place to rest my head.
Needed more rent money,
please rain dollars.
Too small.
We know your game
And we are not going to become slaves to it
We've seen you spin your lies like a spiders Web
Your crimes of deceit will come back to smite you
The heavens will rain down on you
There is no escape from eternity
Hear these words said
Let them infest your head
Your silence will betray you
Days will turn to nights
Insomnia will plague you
Like darkness it will consume you
The weight of your actions will crush you
The pain you've inflicted on black people
Will come back to haunt you
Forever waiting in the shadows to spook you
You will know no peace in life and death
This is a promise
A warning
And a threat
What you've done to my people
Is inexcusable
run run run run run the rabbit thinks
frightened nerves sitting on their brinks
knowing his safe bet is a place to hide
he slips under a bush, lying on his side
where did he go? wonders the owl where did he go?
he swoops close to the bush, and flies really slow
the rabbit is quiet, stops breathing almost
not wanting to be dinner or a traumatized ghost
I love when we sit in the hot bright sun,
add some butter or we will get well done.
Sky and water of ice blue,
better than the dull store view.
Oh! look I am popping so I will run.
Let’s give it one more go—
Don’t let a good thing die so fast.
Don’t let one moment bring us down;
Together, we can beat the past.
Let’s try again—maybe we’ll make it.
But if we don’t,
I promise you this:
I won’t try to fake it.
If you leave me now,
I won’t last another hour.
I can’t go on living
If your sweet love turns sour.
Together we will stand—
Apart, I will fall.
Together we can run—
Alone, I’ll only crawl.
So—
Let’s give it one more go.
Don’t let a good thing die so fast.
Don’t let one moment bring us down.
Together, we will beat the past.
Together we will stand—
Apart, I will fall.
When under the gun how can one
not be outdone by nepotism
or overcome by favouritism
altho' the norm they're no more
than a form of terrorism
a nebulous opponent none can fight
on the human landscape
naught but a blight
from which we can't escape or run
any self-respecting someone would shun
and as for me you see
I was obviously yet definitely
born in the wrong place
at the wrong time with the wrong face
seeing promotion from outside in the cold
not a foot could I put over the threshold
what with doors slammed progress jammed
out of my depth in over my head
can't get a look-in may as well be dead
Smiles from me to you,
making you happy not blue.
Friendship we can praise,
as we enjoy sunny days.
My puppy is tan and small,
she likes to sleep in mommy's shawl.
She loves to play with her ball,
while I play with my doll.
We like to play outside,
where she will run and hide.
I will put her in my doll buggy for a ride,
her smile becomes a mile wide.
Now is it time to go inside,
dinner is ready with chicken that has been fried.
I make funny--did I make you laugh or smile today,
Your eyes light up with a big bright smile-no more gray,
My day's work is now all done-I am off to play.
We Run The Color's
Loud Up High!
Red, Yellow, Blue, Green
Wakes Our, .... Sky!
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