Two Elephants Fought Two Elephants fought, and there was inconsolable weeping because they brought nought but senseless destruction and bleeding. Two politican made a bet, each from the comfort of their cars how many citizens will welcome death to make them their luminous star. Two enemies tampled underfoot, the gentle blades of grass, the grass rooted helplessly looked as hastily their futures scurried pass. Two goliath drew their sword, in a worldly display of power they each declared themselves lord but mercilessly shreded the gentle flowers. Two sycophants stood at court, before the people looking for their support but their words were poison and lethal. The weak though many, are the ones who get hurt the ones whose loads are heavy loads which stomps them slowly in the dirt.
Tag: Jamaican poetry
Where You Want to Go
Where You Want to Go Look where you want to go not at the distractions, for the world has many that trips you up takes you down over the precipice, because you fixed your mind on them. Look ahead! do not be led into certain danger. For it is easy to lose sight of your Source of light and life. Where you want to go? Fix your eyes there! Not the glittery show of nothingness. Know you have the vision to see your true mission, look there and only there, and you will stay on the road that will lead to your overflow.
You Are Not My Enemy
You Are Not My Enemy I see you bleeding just like me In anguish you scream! Just like me. You too have dreams like me too. I see you in me and me in you. You are not my enemy and that is the key to restoring your humanity in me. The Darkness would have it not so it gives strive, hate and pain creates a wall and locks us into unbroken chains. But I see you and know this to be true You are not my enemy. Me and you, me and you? Our love can be heavenly.
No
No No is my statement. It is a complete statement of fact. There is nothing in it to add nothing more to subtract read my lips, it is a complete sentence. No I refuse to be drawn in to what you may think What should be my thing and what my time should be. So while I may say yes don't think of me less because I confess that no has removed the mess that try to trip me up.
Peace is My Weapon
Peace is My Weapon You want to fight? Good. Go ahead. I wont stop you infact I wont lift a finger to help you. You there, huff and puff while I sit in the shade watching the clock go tick, tick, tick. Not done? Good. Let me then lay a little in the sun tell me when you are done playing the Hun. Tell me when you are ready to take up peace and bury the poison in your heart, so we can have a clean start.
The Next Season
The Next Season Leave all regrets in this season and be free for the next season. Regreats cling like cancer and eat all that is good and pure. Burn it out, and let peace sprout and consume your life. For this season will pass, the drought, my friend, never lasts. And when it does and the rain comes make sure to remove the weeds and replace with fruitful seeds that will grow and exceed the abundance you saw in your dreams. This season will build the bridge for the next season. What kind of bridge will it be?
Your Memories
Your Memories Be careful what you do or your memories could haunt you. Don't listen to what they say - "never mind,mistakes can happen anyday". Soon you may begin to think one slip is not a big thing until you're drowning In the memories of your sins. Then that mistake born of ignorance becomes your king and decrees a life of suffering. And you must work hard toil and call upon the Lord to provide you a peace offering that will soothe those memories that threaten to do you in and stick with you when your skin is paper thin and your bones need oiling. So be careful that you do everything to protect your memories from being your jailer that condemn and torture.
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