ono una ruota che gira sempre
senza una destinazione o un rullo
Sono una trottola che gira sempre
che gira finché non mi fermo
Signore, cosa devo fare?
Allora cosa devo fare?
I miei mondi in un vortice
Dammi amore o speranza
Solo una cosa a cui aggrapparmi
Mi fai girare in tondo
Ohh in giro
E in giro vado
Sono legato a te
Per te
Ohh, ooh, ohh
Sono un orologio senza volto
Con speranze senza tempo
Che non si fermano mai
Signore, quando mi sento così
Tu conosci la mia anima in cambio
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una piccola cosa a cui aggrapparsi, ah
mi hai fatto girare in tondo
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Sung By:Puglia
the Arturia Audietion
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Inexplicably silent in choir
being unusually quiet
not a word from me was heard
neither spoken nor sung
so as not to cause a riot
when jibes bad vibes at me were slung
and I was asked, 'Cat got your tongue?'
I replied, 'Here's the thing,
really and truly, I cannot sing,
it's been this way for all my years,
whatever it is I appear to hear,
and between my ears to me audibly sits,
tho' quite right there, when on the tongue's tip,
it's not the same music my mouth emits.'
Whence are sonnets sung, full-throated and deep,
with bars of dulcet bliss sweetly echoing;
how inspired rhymes, so happily tuned, make thee weep
within thine innermost, and lofty, being?
Such work of genius the divine inspires,
so purely expressed are those lines profound,
that through the ages light Avalon's sacred pyre,
and lift the lover's heart to realms heaven-bound.
But what Muse's audience can godlings know,
tap powers bane, and forces pro-elliptic;
or with mind, bolts of inspired lightning throw,
work miracles through prophets hypo-manic?
These strange, rare, bizarre, but beautiful minds,
are lightning loosed from superhuman kinds!
Life is but a song of sorrows,
Days can feel like miserable melodies.
Our heartstrings plucked,
Chords that resonate with tragedy.
The beating drum, a dark percussion,
Can serve as rhythm to the chorus of our love and joy.
That which is memorized by heart,
In every generation, the song is sung.
In every life, a note is played—
Lows entwined with our highest moments,
Giving credence to suffering,
Unifying our spirits in a grand orchestra,
Composing a symphony of our very soul.
So so long CDC
It’s time
for you and me
to die from
bygone disease
(like measles
and TB)
while we laugh
and cry
we”re the best!
we’ll die
knowing
we’ll be great again
***
This is what my brain does when
I wake in the middle of the night
and can’t get back to sleep.
The students couldn't wait
until the fat lady sung,
so some heaved rocks
while others slung dung..
Bonded by the beat from
an umbilical drum,
protesting in the streets
as one, Hashina's authoritarian regime
was overcome.
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
In the realm where darkness lies,
Where injustice spreads and cries,
A song of justice must arise,
To chase away all hateful ties.
Let voices strong with courage ring,
Through valleys deep and mountains high,
In unity our strength we bring,
To lift the truth, to touch the sky.
Injustice trembles at our sight,
For righteousness is our might,
With hearts ablaze, we fight the fight,
To bring the world into the light.
With every word, with every note,
Our song of justice will resound,
In harmony, our spirits float,
Till peace and fairness can be found.
So raise your voices, clear and strong,
Let justice be our guiding song,
Together we shall right the wrong,
And in our hearts, forever we belong.
When songs of joy are sung, deep and full-throated,
Gay lines of cheer blissfully oft' may spring;
but songs sung happily hide a secret coded
within a bard's concealed, inward being.
What hidden germ can masquerade as his art?
When the mind envisions poetry, profound
phrases of love pouring out from the heart's
impassioned lips may multiply unbound!
A riddle, hid in cipher, deep inside
a conundrum: but perhaps there is a key?
Encrypted, and then planted far and wide,
in rhymes apparent is his mind's bel esprit.
Beautiful spirits ever meet—and find
in each other the gift of a great mind.
"a singsongy sing along song sung by some children"
there's
a rip
a tear in
the torn
of the
underware
as it
were
worn
by time
time and
time again
again
there's
a rip
a tear in
the torn
of the
underware
as it
were
worn
by time
again
hopefully not
needleless but
needless
to not be
being repeatedly
repeated again
and again not
repeat but be
so kind
save time's
nine
multiplied by
giving a stitch
Although familiar
It still was strange
the blacksands
of the riverbed
we're. the purest
Nuggets of gold
We're dull and unseen
til my gloved hands
Found them
Beauty the gems
that shall that shine
a brilliant sparkle
a envious glistening
Shall make awes
and shall smiles
Drones contested in the fields
Buzzy Birds that flow
In challenge
and obstacle
Who shall be champion
To have trophy
and brag to those
who wish to be
Centered in the spotlight
Although familiar
It still was strange
the blacksands
of the riverbed
we're. the purest
Nuggets of gold
We're dull and unseen
til my gloved hands
Found them
Beauty the gems
that shall that shine
a brilliant sparkle
a envious glistening
Shall make awes
and shall smiles
Drones contested in the fields
Buzzy Birds that flow
In challenge
and obstacle
Who shall be champion
To have trophy
and brag to those
who wish to be
Centered in the spotlight
Although familiar
It still was strange
the blacksands
of the riverbed
we're. the purest
Nuggets of gold
We're dull and unseen
til my gloved hands
Found them
Beauty the gems
that shall that shine
a brilliant sparkle
a envious glistening
Shall make awes
and shall smiles
Drones contested in the fields
Buzzy Birds that flow
In challenge
and obstacle
Who shall be champion
To have trophy
and brag to those
who wish to be
Centered in the spotlight
Song of silence sung so loud
Never performed before a crowd
Songs being sang with no word
such beauty never to be heard
A river of teardrops fall
Where once many stood tall
Long lines that lead nowhere
But we all pay the fare
For the song not playing
Exactly what are they saying
For the price we are paying
We grab for what's not there
We dream when we don't dare
Reach for a star we can't see
And how happy we be
In this world without light
Who knows what's wrong or right
That has done past
Way to fast
It can't last
Is what we say
We'll do something just not today.
It's our way
To let things ride
Or we just hide
Laughter, what is that
Something you hide under your hat
We know how to hate
Let's not make that our fate
But be aware
Does anyone care
More than I can bare
But we keep on trying
Just pardon the crying.
Hymns Sung in Summer Rain
David J Walker
Driven by wind and rain
She sings the same
As if the sun
Shown as a halo
In her hair
The same as if
clouds were silver
bordered in dark swirls
of crass girandole syllables
with a flair
The same as if
no one dare
challenge a remonstrance
painted the name
of fained care
the same as if
the sun
and the halo
were never there
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