What Can I Do
So! What can I do
What can I do
Which way can I go
For you, Lord,
Today?
You’ve done lots for me
Right from eternity
Living
And dying
And rising again.
So much, Lord
So much, Lord
So much that you’ve done
Much more than enough
To turn me around.
So speak to me, Jesus,
Just tell me the way
And I’ll walk it gladly
Whatever you say
Today.
Nothing is broken so get up
and walk it off, you belong to the club
of hard knocks; life ain’t fair-
drink whiskey, don’t drink beer;
psychedelics open wide your mind.
She will meet you there to read
all the secrets you believed could bleed
for the passion of your dark Angelica-
with no life preserver you will drown
within her arrogant esoterica.
You arrived
with thunder in your lungs.
And left us
with light in our hands.
Your mother said
you would be fire.
And you became
illumination.
I see you
in radio waves.
In phone signals.
In every trembling bulb
that refuses darkness.
They used you.
They copied you.
They buried you in silence.
But genius
cannot stay buried.
Edison took your labor.
Marconi took your glory.
Yet history
has a slow memory—
and a sharp tongue.
You chose solitude
over applause.
Thought
over wealth.
Vision
over comfort.
You fed birds
as if feeding ideas.
And your mind
learned to fly.
Now your name
moves electric dreams.
Not because of fame—
but because
truth travels.
You died poor.
But the world
became rich.
That is the curse
of prophets.
They light the way—
then walk it
alone.
Where God Learned Hands
Because the heavens could not bend to every cry,
They shaped a pair of hands that never learned to fly.
So God grew nearer by departing, flesh and bone,
And called that nearness Mother, warm as home.
She waits where clocks grow tired of counting days,
Feeds time with breath, and names our fear by name.
Her love is not a sermon taught to stay,
But law made milk, and mercy taught to weigh.
When gods grow tall and distant in their light,
She kneels the dark and keeps the child in sight.
If prayer must walk, it learns her patient art,
To carry heaven quietly in the heart.
The path we walked was never simple--carried every color of emotion, from wander to ache and hope to fear.
I truly believed you wanted to show me the beauty in your world, to open a windows I've never seen before.
Pushing me away your final time here-yes, that hurt more than I thought possible.
For long time now I help on asking myself Why? What Happened? How did I allow this again, falling totally.
These answers are not mine to concern or chase anymore.
I've already seen Utah's people, it's possibilities, and the part needing explanation has gone quiet.
Acceptance is its own new path- one made of hope and faith, joy and peace, a trail meant for me to move forward instead of back.
You taught me lessons, I learned I can stand on my own, that being here alone- or not-is enough.
This is my journey now, the last chapter shaped by everything I've lived , lost and learned.
And I walk it with Acceptance
Evergreen
There will be one last word
I will say it to you
There will be one last sunrise
We will watch it together
There will be one last road
We will walk it together
There will be one last meal
We will share it together
There will be one last drink
We will toast it together
There will be one last breath
I will take it with you by my side
My mind races at times
dreaming I could sit at a piano and teach my fingers a new language,
or feel the wind on my face as I master the art of riding a motorbike.
I picture myself behind turntables,
mixing music for ten minutes straight without a single hand to guide me.
Life, to me, is about acquiring more skills, more experiences,
more ways to grow.
I sit in a room that feels like a prison,
Yet somehow it is also my furnace
a place where the fire is stoked, where my spirit is forged.
I lift my eyes, feel the cool air brush my face,
and I know that through every trial,
through every tribulation,
I have become a better version of myself.
I stand so close to changing my fate.
I will not give up, Lord.
Whatever lies along the path You set before me,
Bless me with the wisdom, knowledge, and understanding
to walk it as a great man should
to take the responsibility that many never lived to carry.
I am deeply, humbly grateful
happy to still be here,
to see another day,
to be in this position…
and to keep moving forward.
The trails runs the edge for several miles,
a clifftop walk, it is no great trial,
atop a long precipice of limestone,
where big, black vultures soar, and make their home,
a rugged wall, by ancient peoples known,
so it looms, this stubborn piece of wild.
Atop it a state park has sat for years,
small fences up to calm a parent’s fears,
but you know kids, they’ll always go ahead
and fearlessly peer over that great ledge,
the beauty awes even in their young heads,
like all souls, they’re stirred by the wonder here.
Some metal stairs descend down to the base,
so folks can walk along the smallish caves,
‘hold up the earth’ in a picture they snap,
see Minekill Falls, and walk around its back,
find passageways where Iroquois made tracks,
and Tory soldiers hid in olden days.
It seems so close, you can see Albany,
but when the winds blow you almost believe
that this place is at the edge of the earth,
like some lost land you found after long search,
quite thankful that people have seen the worth
of these tree-clad cliffs in their majesty.
Each path we walk, it forges something,
a step within a stair.
A line part of a rhythmic pattern
and we’re unaware.
We’re so wrapped up in what’s before us,
like it’s all there is.
As back and forth we pace, uneasy.
I promise you this -
The time will come when you will see,
the scales will disappear.
In that moment look around you,
it will all be clear.
Then from atop that stair, look down.
You will know the weight.
Where lines and lives have finally brought you…
You will know your fate.
On the Fairway Street
Covered with pine trees
I want to walk with you
Underneath this dark clouds
I have my umbrella with me
In case it rain we are covered
Don't fear if darkness gets in
I'll be your light to guide you
Just hold my hands to get courage
Just be near to me I'll hold you tight
How far our walk it will be synchronized
How far we go I'll be there for you
How far our life we lead I'll go with you
Till we get old I'll walk with you.
Everyone has their own journey
No one can walk it for you
No one can decide for you
Choose confidently the path you trust
That is how you define your life
Don't let other people's emotions control your mood
No one deserves to make you sad, tired or hurt
Just because of their facial expression or words
Remember, you are your own light
Smile is the most precious gift you give to life
Being true to yourself is your biggest power
To overcome every challenge
Smile, shine, and love yourself everyday
Life waits for no one but you alone
Live each moment to the fullest.
1. IF step, just step as I take a breath
just wanna dance wit ya
close proximity
marching in David's shoe
dance remedy
step step step
to the beat of the music
let's walk it out, out, out
a paradee swing wit me tha MEloDy
it's clear to me, I am such a hoot, they say call N me Chazz foot
~
2. come mask flask the task
bask in the foot steps
across thee gravel, concrete and grass
IF step, just step as I take a breath
just wanna dance wit ya
close proximity
toss cross the lane be glad engage on stage
be glad git down and bad
Be free, be ya got what it took...
ya, step, steppin
Chazz Foot
9/27/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2024©
Quote:"
"Soul Mover"
(by Glenn Hughes)
I am a soul mover
I came on here to make you groove
I am a soul mover
I'm making you want to move
And I feel it, yeah
And I feel it
Move, move, move, move, yeah."
In the quiet of the midnight air,
I hear the echoes of soul mover,
A whisper deep to my soul,
Calling me back to make me whole.
The road I walk, it twists and turns,
With every step, my spirit learns.
The pain, the love, they intertwine,
Like chords of fate that still align.
The truth is buried, yet it shines,
Through every note, in every line.
A melody of loss and gain,
Of broken wings and healing pain.
So let the rhythm make me groove,
Through skies unknown, no longer alone.
For in the music, I am free,
To be the man I’m meant to be.
Easy heart
I know you ache
Let's go out for the day
We'll think of her
That's for sure
But it will be okay
How about some coffee?
I'll buy you one my friend
We're on this road together
And we'll walk it to the end
I know how much you love her
I know since I do too
But we'll be here for each other
And together we'll get through
The days sometimes so lonely
The nights so dark and long
The constant thought, if only
She could be our song
Well it's you and I old buddy
So let's get out of bed
And when you're melancholy
Remember what I said
Push 'em, pull 'em, dip 'em, and squat'em.
Whatever you do, just don't neglect 'em
Aptly say no to loose and flabby
And yes, to tight 'cause loose is too shabby
No gym membership, Bowflex, or Peloton?
No worries 'cause pushing, pulling, dipping and squatting
will never be outdone
The mission is to push, pull, dip, and drop
So look good, feel good, and once you start, you're not gonna wanna stop
Walk it out too and allow the arms to buoyantly swing
A nice heel-to-toe flow; now listen to the heart sing
So push 'em, pull 'em, dip 'em, and squat'em.
But whatever you do, just make sure you never forget 'em
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