Before I was born I could not see but after which I came to be I came to see but in a different way and then I learned to play With scuffed knees from crawling after which, I learned to walk a bit and when I fell down I got back up learned to run, quicker, quicker I went And since it seemed that time flies with no more soothing lullabies no more sounds of a babies cries after another grows up and the goodbyes I started thinking about the music played and how it couldn't have happened without one angel two angel three angel four onward cupid and blizen and many more and if it's Christmas time you seek and for your innocence to keep if growing older seems a bore just remember we've all been here before and just like that there will come a day another amazing to be born again day just like the first and onward still live and love have your fill, and when the music settles in when it settles down and when you can catch your breath and settle in then you'll know once again why we choose to begin again Well, as for me, I'm older than eternity yet while in a man through whom I see I see beauty, love, and many things to be Life, dancing, music and art, even being free. ©James P. Belt
Have you ever wished upon a shooting star Have you ever wondered what you are Have you ever lived like a phoenix bird on the winds of change and all you've heard Have you ever thought to be born again to burn out and to fade away again to descend and ascend over and then to be given life without an end It makes me wonder how we know from fire and rain water and the flow of winds and waves crashing down light rays of sun upon the ground The sun and moon and all the stars Have you ever wondered what you are light and darkness hot and cold sweet spots and honey and growing old © James P. Belt
When the funds are low And the costs are high When discipline demands a show Remember to listen to the trumpets sound And don't forget about the sun below Or is it far above us As we go round and round The light I see still shining Whether in space or in the ground So upon this Earth we walk Upon this Earth we roam A drifter with a vagabond soul Still trying to make it home Upon the earth we live To the mound we'll one day go In clouds we gather still Set apart as you know So if your heart is beating If you are awake Remember we keep giving Even though some still take. And like the sun and moon Like the water lillies in bloom Like a boat upon the shore We've all been here before. ©. James. P. Belt
Truth he dares to ride Upon steed galliant as he And spirit with girded breast the horse he rides a she Breaking down barriers As spirit gallops in stride For truth a man he shouts In truth we shall abide For truth a man he shouts Behind the man who rides The horse we call spirit For in truth and love abides as each hoof strikes the earthen mound Vibrating like thunder upon the ground Tis on the earth we roam and ride And to the mound we shall reside Truth again ... A whisper is heard In ear beneath helmet and vest And as if from bottom to top Spirit is put to test dirt flies behind her trot Truth again i say is heard but this time high above us As if carried by a bird Then fire from the sky is seen A ball as a flaming sword Tis it a phoenix, or the sun I glean? Or hell from god being poured? Ahh ... but they are the same And from the clouds we hear Far better to burn away than to fade with bitter tear Another voice is heard To begin again again again And yes I am a phoenix bird And when we are through and heard He shouted again, dear sir! it's better to ride Indeed untill our last breath Ride on until you reach your death Then I hear a whisper once more As warm as the summers sun Yes ride on my soldier ride Ride on if only for fun. © James P. Belt
... and that's a damn good thing. BB that's life. There's just something about those birds ... and bee'z.
One angel, two angel, three angel four... Cupid, and Donner, and Blitzen, Rudolph and many more ... Mathew, Mark, and Luke and many more for sure, so row row row your boat gently down the shore ... While some seem lost others seem found, created from the dust of the ground, the spirit of life on the water, even when in the mound.
Ashes of firebirds and many a tree when the lightning strikes and the journey be like jewels of cloth and handle held another world to be we meld From one to another a mother a brother a son, and a daughter to be we're not undercover we honor our mother and all who have eyes to see and if the blind should see again on the trails of deer or misty sea let them hear the trumpets sound upon the earth and the mound and when we come to rise again let this much be known it's not the life we give away but the life that was sown. © James P. Belt
An orchestra such a lovely call from birds to bees above it all butterfly kisses with gentle touch harshness doesn't profit us much still her music are like strings of gold as the angel strums her harp joined by beating drum I hold the beating of my heart A baby cries a wildcat howls and the mooing of sacred cows A shrill of a predator kill this is our mother will so with her music let us know to not be so quick to judge a soothing sound of her crown the beauty of her wedding gown the instruments playing in the band the moans of a woman with her man the sound of a cricket or a hog in stall She the one who created it all. ©. James P. Belt
Old Bob Dylan song. "Ring Them Bells" Ring them bells, ye heathen From the city that dreams Ring them bells from the sanctuaries ’Cross the valleys and streams For they’re deep and they’re wide And the world’s on its side And time is running backwards And so is the bride Ring them bells St. Peter Where the four winds blow Ring them bells with an iron hand So the people will know Oh it’s rush hour now On the wheel and the plow And the sun is going down Upon the sacred cow Ring them bells Sweet Martha For the poor man’s son Ring them bells so the world will know That God is one Oh the shepherd is asleep Where the willows weep And the mountains are filled With lost sheep Ring them bells for the blind and the deaf Ring them bells for all of us who are left Ring them bells for the chosen few Who will judge the many when the game is through Ring them bells, for the time that flies For the child that cries When innocence dies Ring them bells St. Catherine From the top of the room Ring them from the fortress For the lilies that bloom Oh the lines are long And the fighting is strong And they’re breaking down the distance Between right and wrong Copyright © 1989 by Special Rider Music
Love from above as above so below what we sow is what we grow from womb to womb even from tomb to tomb from the whippoorwill to the laughing loon and as we venture on this path some do fear while others laugh some sing, other write, and others just fall into the night Here and there and everywhere no matter where we roam life is life, a wife a wife and a husband coming home and as we sail the earthly seas fly high above the tree's and as we gaze up to the moon flowers await yet to bloom a seed to plant or to sow another soul to show it's our way we show today to show you all a better way so in the morning when you wake and if you decide a cake to bake have a cookie or maybe 10 the way we create never ends so if it's cold then bundle up or find other ways to warm up life is life and it's warmer when two together can again begin © James P. Belt
I'm different than I was 49 years ago, yet I am still the same man. I am who I am and always will be. One day I'll be able to rest, after which, like a seed or kernel of corn, I will become a new creation. I may fade like a fruit off the branch, but the spirit through which I live will carry on. Some seem to hate the idea of karma. Me personally ... I love karma. I guess because I know who and how I am.
i stub my toe, therefore there's an out there that's not all in my head. sometimes the universe does respond to you. the hard part is trying to get a grip on what you're not aware of wanting, because that is the part to which it so often does. of course, if you're "normal" you never notice this happening. or you invent gods to blame it on, of which the god or gods that exist without your inventing them, are completely innocent. we can tell each other anything and still doing so does noting to diminish what begins beyond where our words end many choose to look only at words, or at the clustered hives of their own species and seldom looking further, see only nothing. the unknown is not empty it is not anything we attribute to it, it owes nothing to what we attribute to it. don't be afraid of it it isn't trying to hurt you but if you think it owes anything to what anyone has told you you might, but it doesn't.
Fire, water, air, and Earth ... From the four corners of and far beyond what we might construe to be the future are we given life through the waves and ripples of what exists. Energy flow so unfathomable that we here who have yet to begin again can only one day hope to comprehend. How our senses make us aware of that flow varies, yet remains the same. I know this life as myself, others know it from somewhere else, and how we comprehend varies from specie to specie, from person to person, from beast to beast, from entity to entity. What we know we cannot change until it's time to begin again, and even then what we understand of what we know follows until we can begin again ... Maybe here in another dementiion or maybe it's all the same, only our perceptions change. It's all energy anyway. It's all life and well .. life is all there is, and like a coin the same is true for the other side of too.
I love so many still, with my being my mind my soul, and so ... I let that spirit flow like ripples and waves on an oceans stream, like a river of life. It's pleasing to me, and so ... I can't let go yet I still do. Why? Because that's how I love them, from my heart where it's most true. That's my positive affirmation, yet I still cannot deny the sensual flow of passion I yearn to feel inside. It's all energy anyway, and I know you can't deny for once you find your treasures you can never truly say goodbye. Why? It's enduring like that and I know I'm not the only one who knows or sees or feels it. It is the only thing in life or death able to make it real. The feel of care, the feel of nurture and protect, the feel of desire and passion that draws us near to life and death That's life and life is from where we originate, and like a coin I've stated, the same is true on the other side, the only thing that differs is how we process the flow, what we keep, and what we let go.