Friday, February 12, 2010

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