I wish I were one of your breaths,
So I could flow through your body and fill you up with life
I wish I were a bead of your blood,
So I could travel through your heart, playful
Oh, to be the moonlight,
So in the nights I could sneak through your window
or to be the summer breeze,
So I could lay on your skin, steal your dream
But your eyes shine to another sky,
more distant,
that make me wish I were a part of your soul,
So I could live alone in Heaven
and be the reflection of all your desires
This way, every time you look at the mirror,
Search deep into your eyes, you'll find me somewhere
I will always be there, even when you cry
'Cause as they say the eyes are the mirror of the soul
But you don't know, oh, how much I'd love
to be a starry sea, to embrace you
To hold you tight, my foam to be your scent
And with my wave to drown you into kisses
Tha 'thela na 'moun mia apo tis anases sou,
wste na rew sto swma sou kai na se gemizw zwh
Tha 'thela na 'moun mia khlida ap' to aima sou,
gia na mporw na tajideuw sthn kardia sou, zwhrh
Ax, kai na 'moun to fws you feggariou,
wste tis nyxtes na trypwnw kryfa ap' to parathyro sou
h na ginomoun aeras tou kalokairiou
gia na xaidepsw to derma sou, na klepsw to oneiro sou
Ma ta matia sou lampoun se allo ourano,
pio makrino,
pou euxomai na hmoun kommati ths psyxhs sou,
wste ston paradeiso monh na katoikw
Kai na 'mai antanaklash ths kathe thelhshs sou
Kai, etsi, kathe fora pou ton kathrefth tha antikrizeis
Psaje vathia sto vlemma sou, kapou tha me vreis
Panta ekei tha 'mai, akomh ki an dakryzeis
Kathws len' ta matia ein' o kathrefths ths psyxhs
Ma den jereis, ax, pws tha 'thela na 'moun,
Mia enastrh thalassa, na se parw agkalia
Na se sfijw, o afros mou na 'nai to arwma sou
kai me to kyma na se pnijw me filia
Today I’m thankful for our ability to cry…
Although tears may for a moment make our vision blurred
crying is one way our body expresses our emotions
when our mouths can’t find the words
Bac N tha day
Grand gran M would say
Boy B for y'all sit down
Better wash em hands
Go down to the creek N way them hanzs
Wash them hands O Lord
I need two wash me hands
Need ta eat that manna my God provide
Grand N would say wash them hand b four you eat
B four you pray let your hands and mouth b cleansed
Do not let no dirtiness come out them lips
And keep them hands also clean b four you eat
Yeah, I know the water at the creek
It's dirty water
But we ain' t got no faucet or running water
Gone down to the creek in wash them hanzs
Come on back quick so y'all got yo bacon, eggs and grits
Boy, did ya also wash yo face
So great gran pa lead us N prayer
He said let us all close our eyes now
Fold them hanzs N say aloud
Now
Thank you Father God fer tha food b four us
Thank N Father God fer tha food we have Amen
4/5/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
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They are always imitated and copied
Innovative to when they create
Their hips shake off the hate from those who be forever stealing from them because their visions of beauty be watered down
As our wombman smile
It can gravitate galaxies in an axis where eyes are mesmerized and chins drop
But they also manifest civilizations and movements to free us from the undermining of the enemy who continue to oppress
For without our wombmen where will we be
Without their intellectual ways and methods
Gravitating us into healing nurturing where we can be inventors and researchers finding what our ancestors left behind for us to use
For it will return to us but we must also stop abusing our wombman
Because the seed can't be manifested without them
For we need each other needing to stop the neglection of our wombmen because the oppressor is already abusing them
So we must protect them at all costs
For our wombmen be tha bidness
Right is right until you're left
a sheet of papers blank until you writer on it
Erase the sheet go to sleep
Allow the writing on the wall
7/12/20
written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2020 ©
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2-28-2019
I wonder what would happen
If there would be no more wars
Is this even scriptural
Is it even possible
And where you gonna be
Where the fires of World War 3
Blow and explod melting all trees.
the plants, grasses, concrete, diamonds and hold
The earth all around us dissolving like butter in the sun
Everyone on the run
Cuz it'$ tha N of tha world
And everyone knows this
Help us Lord God
For you longer will give us a rainbow
Let childhood be so
what haste the kids of the world
life’s payment … those used
© Harry J Horsman 2016
I used to walk in shadows, I used to feel restraint
I used to look for meadows, so green in coloured paint
My life was full of sadness, I used to be suppressed
Though felt a grain of gladness, deep down inside my chest
I knew it was maturing, just waiting to burst out
The voice inside me warning, of those who are without
I had to seek the Serpent, to give me hidden learning
He knew I would be servant, of Hell and all concerning
All alone on the hills of despair
pleading to him who doesn't care
demanded my faith & drove me insane
rewarded me with suffering & pain
My Lord My God take pity on me
I am your servant loyal to thee
Shayad meri zindagi me andhera bahut tha
Din ke baad raat me ujala bahut tha
Uss ujale se zindagi roshan hui meri
Zindagi ke baad maut me andhera bahut tha
(Parth)
Logon ko ekjut kar raha tha, kabhi socha na tha.
‘Missile’ udaane chala,
Logon ko ek misaal de raha tha, kabhi socha na tha.
Daudta chala, girta chala, sambhalta chala, phir udta chala.
Akela chala jaa raha tha,
Karodon log mere saath chalne lagenge, kabhi socha na tha.
Main bas kuch lafz bol raha tha,
Log use kuraan maan baithenge, kabhi socha na tha.
Aankhen band kar aakhri saansein gin raha tha,
Kuch ummeed bhari aankho ko aansuon se bhar chala jaa raha tha, kabhi socha na tha, kabhi socha na tha.
- Srujana Satyavada
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