Hand Of God

Hand Of God

It was during my days of trouble
When shadows had covered me
And the very surface I stood upon
Had been saturated by my tears
I had sunken into a slough of despair
A body shaken by a trembling mind
A soul displaced by a delirious heart
I had become a prisoner of affliction
Bound with heavy fetters and chains
That I myself had forged in iniquity

But a thunderous roar had permeated
From beyond the cinereous confusion
Bursting the shackles that restrained me
And through the fog extended a hand
Firmly, it drew me out of the miry pit
Out from destruction and darkness
It was the Hand of God that took me
And sealed the depths beneath me
My feet had found the solid ground
Then, He told me to rise and awaken

And behold, I was gazing upon His pretty face
It looked to me like Selassie I, Ababa Janhoy
The angels said to I, “Hail the Comforter!”
It looked to me like Yeshua, The Messiah
The angels said to I, “Hail the Savior!”
It looked to me like Jehovah, The Father
The angels said to I, “Hail the Creator!”
And behold, I could see His likeness and divinity
The Might of the Trinity, His Imperial Majesty
It was JAH, Rastafari! The Conquering Lion!

JMC
7/23/10
(c) 2010

July 23rd is the Earthstrong (Birthday) of His Imperial Majesty Emperor Haile Selassie I. Without King Selassie I, I would still be in the miry pit. It was the Hand of God that grasped hold of me and His Majesty’s face is the first that I had “seen”. It reflected The Comforter, The Savior, and The Creator. This is why I am a Rastaman, without doubt and apology. This is why I celebrate the life of Haile Selassie I.

Fragments

Fragments

It descends upon me when I am ill-prepared
When I have no paper or pad to soak it up
And I try to grab the last bits of inspiration
Before it all vanishes back into the oblivion
This is usually how it comes through to me
Precisely the hour when I shower I can see
Streams of consciousness go down the drain
Some great line, or refrain... it’s such a shame
These poetic duds mixed with the soap suds
Perhaps they will return to me when it rains
Even while I drive, my mind will still contrive
Verses I try to repeat while navigating streets
But it never quite comes back entirely complete
I wonder what marvels could have manifested
Like Michelangelo attested that his uncut marble
Contained sculptures trapped within each rock
If I could chisel poetry out from my mental block
I would display it in the museum of my mind
But instead I find galleries of unfinished works
Ideas and phrases scattered on different pages
What once seemed brilliant is lost to the ages
How I wish that I could bottle these thoughts
Fragments that I would protect and preserve
Opening them only when I was ready to serve

JMC
7/21/10
(c) 2010

Ole Firestick

Ole Firestick

Ole firestick is so easy to catch
And I carry a bundle
So don’t you light up the match
If you do, I will tumble
One by one, the flames will dance
Fyah lik me as I crumble
Can’t afford another romance
I’m just trying to live humble

Dem seh, if you play with fire you must get bun
My head know this, but my heart still a learn
When one go and leave, the next one return
To stir it up, grab the handle and start to churn
Ole firestick catch easy and I think you’d agree
I just want a woman to love and squeeze me
But all I get from she is a bag of her insecurity
Everyting irie, until I get bun by the third degree

Ole firestick is so easy to catch
And I carry a bundle
So don’t you light up the match
If you do, I will tumble
One by one, the flames will dance
Fyah lik me as I crumble
Can’t afford another romance
I’m just trying to live humble

Dem seh, out of frying pan and inna di fyah
I know it is trouble, a trouble I don’t require
Woman is like dynamite and I am the wire
It start to light spark and explode my desire
And if I don’t listen, well I must feel the heat
This same situation, I am doomed to repeat
Rekindled charcoal bun the soles of my feet
Afraid I’ll go up in flames before I can retreat

Ole firestick is so easy to catch
And I carry a bundle
So don’t you light up the match
If you do, I will tumble
One by one, the flames will dance
Fyah lik me as I crumble
Can’t afford another romance
I’m just trying to live humble

Firestick a blaze and its getting hotter
Someone please fetch me some water
Plenty buckets to douse out the dawta
Oh Lord, I’m like a lamb to the slaughter

Ole firestick, me seh you’re too dangerous
Too dangerous for me to touch
Ole firestick, me seh you’re too dangerous
Too dangerous for me to touch

JMC
7/20/10
(c) 2010