False pretenders

They say things that sweeten the ears

Flutter the belly

Misty the eyes

Trying to lure you in

To stir a breath of reverence across your senses

They pretend

Stirring lies into a truffle of niceties

With a dollop of caramel to coat the depth of deceptions

Segregate then coagulate you with despair

False hopes keeping you ill-prepared for what lays ahead

Promised myths of grandiose plans for when you sink further into the pillows of seclusions

Further developing the delusions that you were, you are, you will be foremost in their hearts.

False pretenders

Sweet Lies

The kind you doubt, but for some reason take control of your mind for the sweeter the lyrics, the greater the esthetics.

The outee is more important than the inner

Until you too become corrupt and disillusioned

False pretenders

Making themselves martyrs while leading you to slaughter.

Misrepresenters

Dogs of another plain

Your evil takes seed and for years shall reign

For your blindness is the support for the growth and your pain

False pretenders

Oh how we weep in vain.

Blessed Be

Blessed be:

The youth who tries their best

the youth who struggles just as hard as the rest

the youth who helps others along the way

the youth who clears their own way

the youth who fights his hardest to secure a tomorrow for today

the youth who respects his elders

the youth who chooses to rise above the standards set by their ancestors.

Blessed be:

 The woman who raises her kids in the right

 the woman who shoulders her husband with all her might

 the woman who puts her man out when he jeapordizes her life

the woman who has the strength to challenge and defeat the night

the woman who is not afraid of life

the woman who is not afraid to accept the end of life

the woman who fears no man but her spiritual being

the woman who, above all things, respects herself.

 

 Blessed be:

 the man who fathers his children and keeps them positive

the man who embraces his woman as a part of him

the man who works hard to ensure his children's future

 the man who faces judgement for his wrong doings

the man who, above all things, respects himself a man that is honest, faithful and kind

the man who is selfish in his desires to keep all things from harm

the man with the characteristics in demands.

 

Blessed be my people, for you are free to believe.

 © Javella Caines. ( Feb. 10th 2007)

For the Love of my rastaman

For the love of my rastaman

Guidance and Peace are in his walk

from the crown o f his head to the soles of his feet

 he exudes humility, love and strength.

 his eyes wisdom and knowledge pour forth entrancing and engaging

his lips

a melodious sound erupts from them with a silken baritone

His shoulders hint to the ability to carry his burdens and that of his people

 his hands,

long and toned with the essence of comfort

a torso

made to support the mind and strength of a man in charge of his future

His legs are lean and sturdy built to carry and balance all that he has

this man

this glorious man

locs of gold

each strand possessing the positive energy that flows from his body

a warming welcoming aura

this loving man

this man that holds my hands and pulls me upright with the love and desire to build with me,

 live with me

this man who produces strong sons and daughters

this man

my very own love I will do all things positive, all things loving to keep him

for in him I place my peace and good nature

I will climb the mountain and dwell

For the love of my rastaman has me under a spell.

© Javella Caines 'Nika' Feb 11.2007.

CHO

CHO

So you feel all down in de dumps

Cho

 So you upset that he smacked you on the rump

 Cho

So she never made your damn sandwich

Cho

And you feel that she needed to be in the kitchen

Cho

 so she stayed out late that night

cho

 so she told you that everything would be alright

cho

so he knuckled you with your cousin, bite you with your sister, and horn you with your mother

cho

 So she found out what happened and she chopped you

 cho

Now you bleeding in the hospital

cho

so you packed up your things but you hesitant

 cho

so you lit a bonfire using his house and chanted like an indian

cho

das life no strife move on,

be gone

simpler said than done?

 well get to doing,

 your love should not suffer for his joy

your head should not be made a batting cage

Love conquers all, and robs many

but the right love is worth much more than a few pennies.

CHO

 ©Javella 'Nika' Caines. wed. 14.feb. 2007

The Grip

The Grip

Trickle

Seeping through my mind are thoughts I cannot grasp

like slime oozing along a tracked path covering every inch of the road

it travels

ensuring no exposed area remains bare

Entrapping,

engulfing I stifle ,

 trying to think of something, someone, somewhere

anything to deter those thoughts from entrancing my thought sensors

all efforts are futile as I become immobile

 paralysed in thoughts while visions overwhelm my brain

holding it

in suspense as I recall what once was: nightmares, fear and inefficiency

my body jerks in spasm as those images race through my mind's eye

moisture flows from every pore including my wells on my face

I struggle against my attacker, silent yet real

I fight

I cry.

like a blinding shaft of light striking through the heart of the devil I am released

but my release has left me with those images of what I so wish to forget:

That life.

© Javella 'Nika' Caines 15-02-2007

Entrapment.

She smiled
loving this new feeling, this new man, this new emotion that encompassed her being
She felt as though finality had come and that she would be better
She figured that it was most important to secure her footing with this man
Ensure he would stay and endure things with her.
What he did not know was that he would be tied to her for 18 years according to the legal decree
What she had done, was something unheard of
She had diminished the seal on the condom to seal his fate in doom
"Release!!! Spew forth" screamed his body unaware that this lil bliss would fall into tragedy.

A baby boy handsome and as playful as can be
A jewel to the eye of his father with a burden of supreme agony
A cash cow for the mother, her prized money maker, her bond to the father
She made it seemed as though she had finally sealed all
Medusa's smile and glare hollering, "you are the father. You will never be free of me."
His nerves flew askew with each gathering fleet of emotions that came at him
That melodious cry like an angel of the skies was his prison sentence by the angels of the deep.

18 long years, he would be kept to his word to support for as long as he live.
He expected to be free with one spill of his seed that he could not even understand why he failed at his plan
The saying often goes, "Know before you leap"
He chose to fall head first into his desires of sexual pleasures and trysts for a notch on his tree
Poor man, undeniably saturated in fear, for his own lil tryst led to his capture by a snare
The cootchie may be special and taste remarkably sweet
but the vessel which carries it can also be a grown man's largest enemy.

©JNph (dec-12-2009)

My Vow of Silence

He was beautiful.
Utterly beautiful, with words filled with guile
Intoxicating and slyly overpowering me with temptations of bliss
I surrendered my all to him, only to be lost in unsureness based on one simple decision.
He shocked me, stunned me and killed me with one sentence
"I am a killer. I have the AIDS virus and so do you."
My fear does not lie in the virus, my fear lies in society
what will they say?
How will they treat me?
Even if I don't get tested, they will know
How will they treat me?
Will I be welcomed or shunned?
Will I be able to shop without being branded and avoided?
Will I feel as though I have help?
Should I get tested?
Am scared.

Here I am, 2 years later
I have help, but not love
I have help, but no respect
I have been abandoned.
They call me loose
they say I got that which I deserved, yet am wondering if I do deserve this.
Why was one person so careless with their life and mine?
Why was I so careless with my life? I trusted to strongly my husband, my boyfriend.
I believed when he claimed monogamy is the only alley he walked, without belief that he would stop at other houses on the way.
I felt too weakly to even listen to my conscience to get tested before.
He refused you know. Hmmph, he said I was insulting him.
Now I have to live with it
This disease that has shortened my life, and that of my children.
They will not know their mother for long, and society might not treat them too kind
For they are ignorant and dwell deep in the caverns of a small mind.
I have died a quick societal death within a slow torturous physical death.
And yet, I feel even more colder and alone for it is a great burden.

*wakes up*
I shall keep this a secret within me to be buried when I die a mysterious death until tested.
I will not reveal my fate for my fate automatically decides another fate.
I will live carefree and punish society before she punishes me.
I will ignore the disease and let it cure me.