Lava of Hell

Lava of Hell

Look at them
scrawny 
half dead
walking in the deepest part of the Darkness.
Many have passed this way
many are numb.
Now they cry out for blood
but there is none.
It has all been consumed
by the fiends that have come
to sniff out dreams
and trample possibilities
with an iron fist.
Further down they greet water
but it reminds them of their thirst
unquenchable
marking them 
cursing them.
Now they are enfolded
welcomed 
in a fire of baptism
destined to swim in the lava of Hell.

What is Love?

What is Love?

I don't give a damn who you are
I'm gonna love you.
I don't care where you come from
I'm gonna love you.
I don't care if you make me uncomfortable
I'm still gonna love you.
I'm gonna love you 
when you disappoint me
when I can't understand you
when I think I cannot find 
who you are.
I'm gonna love you 
when you don't ask
want 
or feel you need it.
I'm gonna love you loud
love you proud
in the quiet times
in the dry seasons
in those valleys that have no reason. 
I'm gonna love you 
and see you
and let you do you.
Whether you see me
I see you
and whether you love me
I will love you
and nothing
nothing can change my love,
because you did not ask for it,
but you deserve it.

Smile Garden

Smile Garden


Smile
because everything 
will be okay.
Smile
because 
you made it today.
Smile
and store them in your treasure chest
and take them out
to chase away the pains tomorrow.
Smile
and watch your brain do a happy dance.
Smile
forget about your fears
and embrace the chance to sing and dance
for as long as you can.
Smile now
and do it really, really prettily 
for you see
this is when you beauty shines.
Smile
because you made it on the other side.
Smile 
don't forget to make it really wide
wide enough to catch the stormy clouds
that hang
just outside your reach
be the vision
make your smile the Elysian
and watch your smile
blossom and create a perfect memory garden.


Thrive

Thrive

Do you hear my song?
do you know I am rooting for you.
I see your petals have all fallen off
no leaves to cover your nakedness
even the green 
has forsaken you.
I breathe warmth on you
 in you and through you
I want you to live.
do not bow your head,
raise it up!
breathe-
see I am doing it with you.
I feel  you tremble
but do not be afraid.
Your roots are too deep
they cannot be removed.
see I will water you but you must want to live!
I must see your brown turn to green 
yellow, red and purple.
I must see you spread and take flight.
I must see you lifted high
way above the deep blue skies.
Your must perfume my world
brighten my rainy days.
but my only prayer for you - 
you must thrive.

Set Up Vibes

Set Up Vibes


The spirit was every where now
And everybody was feeling it.
Under one light bulb the main action was taking place...

The Appleton was the centre piece
but the true star bwoy was that burn mi troat culu culu
it set the pace fi a roun a double six 
competition stiff
oldies but goodies
knock yuh back into nex' Tuesday
cool cool.
But the John Crow Batty
will set yuh down faster
than how they will set down Ms Ada.
Yes bwoy deh set up yah bad!

But don't mek the likkle bwoy dem get a sip!

An' don't tink yuh can jus' walk through the people dem place.
At the door
spread wide
Mama Cuite is the sentry who admit or reject 
at will
to deter all di finger-fearing tief dem.

Roun' back watch out fi di hungry belly people dem.
Though the kitchen section
back off
they cling like limpets 
that have no shame because their aim 
is to grab what they can
when the cooks not looking.

Then of course the singing
jumping and gyrating 
waking up the dead
calling them to the celebration
even the cook lef' the pot
a second too long.

In the midst of it all 
while we galivanting
and prancing
we know that to celebrate 
we have to have the seeing so the dead can journey on...

We Must Mourn

We Must Mourn

We who have suffered
a great great lot
CRY OUT.
For we must mourn.

We who have lost our innocence 
because hate was stronger than love
war brought more pleasure than war
and because
lives became a commodity, 
so we must mourn.

We must hold hands
lay down selfish plans
gather the ashes of
burnt dreams
stunted growth
and the souls of loved ones
gone...
and mourn

For all those lost
we must - 
call their names
pure our voices
pour our love
as libations
to show we are still humans
and we must mourn.

We must mourn
and then when we are done
we must get up
hands clasped tightly, 
and fight.



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.