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? 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 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 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 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 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? 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.