Monday, November 17, 2008

Path:

Small and narrow,
long and winding,
am on it with you
day in day out, 
we trod this path.
Take ma heart and soul,
take ma love and cherish,
nourish and let it grow.
The good vybe flows and 
the rhythm chants right
like an arrow straight to
your heart!

You gat me by the nutts woman!!!
I love to love you this way(;o)

Wednesday, November 5, 2008

Dawn of a new era

Woke up  this morning to a dawn of a new era
changes on a global scale that have seen the
acceptance and the one-ness which transcends
mere human prejudices, but belief in a sense
of change starting from the apex with an aim
of trickling down to the masses,with hope and 
dynamism in a charismatic manner.

This ain`t about who the bearer of the message
is,but what substance comprises the message
and the belief that this change will be for the 
common good in a humanely context.

This level of acceptance historically diverts and
points to a fresher re-written page, and it is with
optimistic tendency that the human kind has
evolved to a higher understanding which embraces
positive values that will build a concrete foundation
for future generations to harmoniously co-exist.

This ain`t about the differences we build from within
but the ability to be able to have a higher understanding
that everything is possible that inspires a great deal of
self awareness and re-awakening the feeling of the human
need for a peaceful co-existence to make the world a 
better place.




Monday, November 3, 2008

You!

I want to Kiss You,can`t hold this feeling any longer,
can`t hide it any further,this longing lights up the 
fire, my Lips tremble and quiver,with an anticipation
of feeling your Lips again,

I want to Kiss you better,hip to hip,shoulder to shoulder,
throat,wrists,palm against palm,inside your elbow,fingers
laced and entwined,before too many hearts get broken,

Just one small solitary kiss,silent,subtle,quick,slow,
No questions asked,..........it will probably speak volumes.

I want to Kiss You!

Postman.

jah sent i az ur postman wit yah mail
knocking on da door wit a parcel post
blank space on address with a message.

R u gettin da message?
when wan door iz closed many mo iz open
everyday in life iz ups and down so count
ur blessing u getting coz life haz come a 
long way since yesterday

just do wot u feel and dont fool urself
coz i cant mek u happy unless iam too
gat2 be true 2ma self

day in day out jah ask many questionz
only 2 fynd da truth it never change only if 
u deal widdit,it keeps killin yah litto by litto
call me selfish if u will, ma life i alone can live
me life gotta be true 2ma self

i don care if it hurts am tired of lies and ol diz games
ave reached a point in life no longer can i be dis way
ave done ma shed of tearz am moving on, am grooving 
on where am finally free and fine.







Thursday, October 30, 2008

Quote@Jr.gong

Vexation of da spirit iz a waste of tyme
Negative thinkin`,don u waste ur thots
Verbal conflict iz a waste of word
Phyzikal conflict iz a waste of flesh
Pipo will alwayz be who deh want

And dats wot really mek a world go
round!

Wednesday, October 29, 2008

A dime`s worth.

Sitting here in limbo waiting for the dice role
Events seemingly pointing to a deem light at
the end of the tunnel living my bothered stream
of thoughts contemplating what to do next.

The flow of the stream culminates into a course
of life undertaken by choice with a counter force
that tosses the cowardly nature to succumb to
the inevitable.

Leaving no regrets to haunt thyself in this slumber
i intend to re-awaken from a sense of betrayal and trust.
A sense of survival dwells on deeper to overwhelm
the instinct of blowing the clogged flute to rid the under
lying dust that stops the tunes from a melodious flow.

The collector knocking on the door with a ransom over
my head,while the kettle boils on the firewood with home
grown tea to calm the pangs of thirst biting down my throat!
whoever fed `em multitudes on one loaf of bread is needed
at this crucial moment to keep the ghosts at bay while i sketch
my thoughts on a blank Canvas revealing the hidden images,
from a long awaited abstract de-construction of visual imagery.

Exhaulting the hype like you are dynamite makes a loose canon
swayed from focus and start using them peanutts to think instead
of the mind. Dreams full of "maybe"live less options than walking
the narrow pavement.

Monday, October 27, 2008

Blank thought trail.

Smiles and laughter
symbols of joy with an
unwavered tapering of
the mind,

Lay at bay your fears
and look yonder where
the eyes have a yearning,
though the hinderance 
holds me at bay with a 
vice-like grip which
culminates into a hurdle
to tussle out and breath
again,

The loud silence lingers
in the ear while a deeper
insight is being sought for.

Can i paint again?