Category: Encountering New Experiences

Love What You Have.

When you love what you have. You have everything you need…

Maybe I have it all wrong and maybe I need to think this through some more. Could it be that in focusing on what we want and what we do not have that we have failed to realize how much we do have, at points in our lives. Yes, we have all heard and know the sentiment of appreciating what we have, but we often do not, and I know I have not and need to be honest about this. There are times when we realise that we do have things to be grateful for but that epiphany does not go very far. Too often the reasons to be grateful are buried under an avalanche of desires that occupy our waking and sleeping moments. When we go to bed we are consumed by them and when we wake up they greet us first thing.

Maybe we need to more intentional about first loving what we have, not just being grateful that we have them but actually loving on them. Loving them to the point where if we never get those things we dream of we will be okay. We will be okay and love the life that we enjoy because of them. We will be okay, mentally and spiritually. We will be okay with no regrets that this thing never happened or we were never able to get those things we placed on our bucket list.

It is truly hard sometimes to realize that we are pushing aside what we have for what we desire. However, sometimes before we can get something else we need to show that we can love what we have. Whether it is a talent with think is not so impressive, a job, a possession or even the people around us, we have to love them and show appreciation for them no matter what. It doesn’t matter if they can help us get ahead or if no one else appreciates those things you appreciate. What matters is that we take the time to give love and show gratitude for having them. I know the saying is true from my experience: a bird in the hand is worth two in the bush. We cannot lose sight of the importance of what we already have, they matter. They have helped to shape us and they will forever be a part of who we are. Therefore, while we pursue new dreams may we never forget those we have attained and while we seek new paths let us not leave the things or people we have gathered from old routes behind.

Love what you've got
because you need them to thrive
love what you've got
without them you may not survive
all the trappings 
that seem to frame all your dreams
that take you further
away from yourself.

Love what you got
they are your saving grace.
Love what you've got
Let that set your pace.

Shall I Pour into Me

Shall I Pour into Me?


yuh eva feel like seh 
the way how yuh dry
not even a river can quench yuh thirst?

draw from my well that never run dry 

when yuh try plant something
and the grung so tough
every tool you use
end up inna the bin?

draw from my well that never run dry

yuh eva try to figure out
how to dig a well
so deep
when a pure rock 
anda yuh feet?

draw from my well that never run dry

maybe some senna leaf
rhubarb root
to loosen tings up
mek things flow
the right way?

Well anyway I will find my remedy.

Just Say

Just Say


There you are
I know you have much to say
much to share
can you do so now?

I have walked with you
listened as you echoed silence borne of fears
and tears
and deceit
like silent rivers
they have ran deep
and they cut.

But you must heal.

Take back your voice
listen to it
become a sonic bomb
bouncing off walls
that imprisoned you - 
until it leaves cracks.
Let light seep in and the sound take wings
fly 
and touch all
releasing Pan pon pan

Then stand on Pride Rock,
and watch your words create 
pandemonium.

Malum discordiea






Malum discordiea

Media Vita in Morte Sumus



Lily had been in that garden,
Where the waters flowed endlessly…
Where the green grandeur of the vegetation,
Soothed the mind and soul.

Then one day, without warning,
She jumped on a rickety rollicking raft,
Along with the slimy traitor;
Who's eyes hypnotized and blinded.

Lily felt so nice going down on that raft-
The wind in her hair,
As the resplendent beauty of what she was leaving behind, swirled by;
Leaving her dizzy with joy.

The ride ended though, in a whirlpool of decay.
The traitor has been ordered to crawl always,
Wandering.

And Lily, 
For her crime,
Has been sentenced to everlasting misery….

 
Malum discordiae= Latin for "apple of discord"
Media vita in morte sumus=Latin for "in the mist of our lives we die"



	


	
	






	
	

		
	

		
As the World Devolves
	


	

		

As the World Devolves


As the world devolves
broken
                     separate
fueled by hate
I will wait
try to recreate
the Eden real.

As missiles are launched
to rock and stripe
each person of their humanity
I will preserve our sanity.

Do you see this?
This is the key
our adinka of peace
As I ride my Sankofa
to retrieve
a promise left to die.

I must outrun the
this rabid wolf
White squall yapping at its heel

tearing everything it sees.

I avoid the holes
that could suck me in
and avoid the hell 
that could eat me whole.

But carefully I must
collect those stones
that gives life and not death.

	


	
	






	
	

		
	

		
Until I Caused It…
	


	

		

I got a note from my aunt once and never thought much of it. The note was written on pretty paper and I kept it more so for the lovely print and the sentimental value but not the words she had written.





Then I thought about reusing the paper for a gift – it was so pretty! But I realized – because I had forgotten that something was written on it – that I could not use it and I was disappointed and threw it back down.





Much later I took it up and my blood ran cold and my heart skipped a beat:





” I was waiting for something extraordinary to happen but as the years wasted on nothing ever did until I caused it to” – Charles Bukowski





How did she know? Did she know she had given me a gift and a burden? And I cried for the wasted years.





Now, where must I find the courage and how to stop waiting and make my extraordinary come true?

	


	
	






	
	

		
	

		
The Deferred Dream…
	


	

		

The Deferred Dream...

What happens to a dream deferred?


I am wasting here
in no man's land...

I have reached out for you 
grabbed at your garment

but collect only dirt...

I have tried to entice you
tempt you out of your trap

but you turn to it for comfort...

I have tried to lift you
spirit you away

but too weak I sag...

your burdens are too heavy for me...

Before you are consumed 
by what you lack grab me!

Your madness 
may explode!

Must I remain here?
Must I become dust too?
Must I watch as you struggle blindly -
watch you choke on your own bile
of regret?

Must I too die
in a ditch forgotten?

Must we both suffer because you lack divining?