Unmerited Favour

walking down the road I slipped
skidded on pride
almost died
looked down
someone left a banana peel
cool
got up again
down a broken way
saw a puddle
jumped
right in
mud everwhere
showered with scum
down inthe slum
for a while
I stayed.
Then one day
the buggy man ran, won
run me out of town
thought I was done
till I got a ride
on the other side
where there are fields
of buds
blossoms
ready to burst
with sweet frangce
beauty from ashes..

Yesterdays

each day I lose my yesterdays - 
each day I rejoice.
For what are they
but chains that drag?
Backward
going nowhere.
I've seen things -
harsh things.
Heard venomous silences
beaten by suspicion
castrated by indifference.

Each day I forget my yesterday -
sweet blessed release;
so,
I can embrace today...

Withdrawl.

Three days...
waiting
a lifetime.
Three days...
Fear laughs
bile rising
a loosening,
everything released
wasted.
No sleeping beauty...
this story,
is ending
on this page
to be forgotten...
Famine faints,
on dry land,
Earthquake trembles
threatening
my frame.
Twisted
voices
rabidly infest
possessing
dispossesing me.
Does Paradise await?
Distantly I gaze -
It waves hello
among turquoise crystal clear,
Heavenly,
beckoning the broken...

Snake Plant!

Yes, the snake plant. With a name like this, you would think this plant has some venomous poison or in some other way detrimental to your health. I certainly would not expect it to have as many benefits as I discovered it has. Certainly, the other name, Mother-in-Law’s tongue, sounds no better. Many a wife has complained about their mother-in-law being “infuriating”, “Judgemental” “overbearing” and other wonderfully evocative adjectives. Though, I must concede that I have heard about some wonderful mother-in-laws so the bad ones may be in the minority. Who knows! The point is the names associated with this plant would not immediately endear you to it. That is until you do some more digging to find out there are many benefits to this unlikely plant.

In Jamaica, I have always noticed these plants, because they are everywhere, but did not really consider them worth my time. They seemed to grow wildly, with little attention and certainly little encouragement given. They did not seem as useful as many other plants around and certainly not as beautiful – in my estimation at least. So imagine my surprise, when someone at church told me that they had some use! I had to find out more. What I found out, made me a lover of this plant instantly, and even here, in this cold far-flung Isle, I never stopped looking until one day with little effort on my part (not surprisingly), God produced one for me!

These green and yellow spiked hair-raising plants had some serious mojo. Known as “Sansevieria trifasciata“, they are “native to Asia and Africa” and have several health benefits. Who knew that plants could affect your physical and mental health like this plant! Not me. According to Common Sense Gardening, they require little care (though may God help the one I have because I have already killed a cactus, taking care of it!) and therefore a great plant for the most amateur of plant lovers. However, this is not the secret to their magic. No, it is not!. What makes them miraculous? Well, they can filter the air, and remove toxic pollutants, imagine them supplying oxygen for your personal top-up, while absorbing CO2 at night, benzine, Formaldehyde (CH2O) and more. They may be able to boost your mental health, help with minor ailments, and be effective against allergies, among other things. Now, maybe this sounds too good to be true but I have had them in Jamaica and they certainly did not hurt me. As a matter of fact, I slept better and felt more revitalised in the mornings! Added to this is the fact that there are several sources, which list similar benefits of the plant, so it’s a win-win situation. God is truly amazing right?!

So why am I rambling on and on about snake plants? Well, get one and see what it can do for your mental and physical well-being. Why not, what do you have to lose?

So Much Love

I have so much love to give
it ridiculous
but this crazy world
just fuss and cuss
the love under the rug.
I sit and ponder
with my two brain cells,
how I wonder
why the lust and vanity
for measly inanities.
I could be wrong
but I stand strong
on the truth that
this world won't be here long
it must pass
with all the shattered class
trampling down Jah grass.

I have so much love to give
till it overflowing
and I feel like throw in the towel
because it devalue and hard to revalue.
walking down the road
from a distant coast
a old radio a wonder
"where is the love".

I wonder if old will bring new?