THESE SIMPLE QUESTIONS - 52 Answer ... answer My enigma these simple questions some troubling thoughts who are the hungry in these times? why can’t We feed them? why can’t they feed themselves why ... why is an answer? Simple questions My Mind in query why do We have starvation especially in the land … of the supposedly plenty? how can We overcome skepticism - to stop its infection? like the deserts - in drought it’s spreading and how do We - START to confront and address this shameful situation? Three simple questions a Mind in dubiety who are the homeless? why can’t they find a place to rest? why can’t We help them? answer ... give an explanation. I’m asking simple - troubling thoughts why is there so much unemployment? why can’t the Unemployed be employed? how do We make Them be employable? Why do We have so many religions? why is so much WRONG - in the name of religion being done - to Man, the Animals and Land an’ if religion is so “right-trust” why can’t their prayers SOLVE - at least some of the world’s problems? I have these Mind-boggling questions they’re troubling thoughts how do We stop them? - and why do old men council to have wars so young men can - in a state of unclear cowardness bravely die? why in the first place is the Land divided to fester wars? I am asking crying wanting to know whose idea was it to make “slaves” of We? how and when did “slavery” start? why did We - Blacks allow “SLAVERY” to even start its “envisioness”? Note: these simple questions troubling thoughts Women why, We need Them but We ill-treat Them! want to “make love”, but many a’Wi don’t want a Fam’ly - wid Dem my, so many a’Wi sey Wi thinkin’ ‘bout Dem but ... Wi thinkin’ wid Wi - DICKIE~‘EADS! ever think without Dem Women mankind would be perished in living dead why then ... on the class-ladder They’re second class never equal? wherein many’a cases They helped Us to get - ahead. I say simple questions troubling thoughts why do Little Children cry? why - do so many of Them from day to day -- face mental physical and emotional abuse from Their Own mothers and fathers even the halfway houses shelters and the foster homes the system sends Them to dishing Them still more torture but why do the Children have such a sorrow-full Future? They - without having a say or choice inherit the legacy of society’s ill-doings. Children, Children ... Wi Pickneys why are so many going to be hungry going to be starving going to be homeless -- from a lack of the essentials of proper grade school education caste to the cracks of society - many They will be unemployable and in looking for a refuge at least to save Their tired Souls to the churches many will turn only to be led into wars into religious and self-righteous wars led-into-war my, my - why - is the Land divided? Answer ... answer My enigma these simple questions some troubling thoughts why is this Life so hard the burden It put on We leads Us down the pathway of destruction where the only incomparable penalty is the death house or the penitentiary. These simple troubling mind-boggling thoughts the brunt of which lies in Our hands how do We address them to begin to solve them to make tomorrow -- better for Our Children. Hey answer My questions respond to My inquisitions why so many fail to refuse to don’t want to to get involved why so many look to others blame others want others to have solutions or find solutions for their OWN caused actions. Why? why? why? I’m asking I’m wanting to know someone answer My simple questions PLEASE! please! please! someone answer My simple questions Mind-boggling questions they’re troubling thoughts ...

ONCE MY HOME - 260 Was once Home here, there and ALL a~round My artifacts marked these territories My fables told a~bout past, present and future -- was, will and forever be here east-west these are the places where once Skin roamed north-south I am ALL a~bout dust ... now covers Bones to evidence I - the Melanin Man dwelled time carried Spirit to the depths of unknown to tell it is I Ancestors who speak ... through the elements. I am never to be intimidated by the occupier’s faith in their religions of destruction until I again - forcibly drive them and their customs - OUT to be owners of My Own they will never be without fear - to live freely upon My Home the famines, earthquakes, lightening - thunder to the flooding of them crops and dwellings My Ancestral at wrath they are in laboratories I have knowledge of them Spirits will NEVER succumb - till My nails are discoloured by the dust of My Soil. The “Americas” “Australia” “the middle east” and the “Mongolias” are My stolen legacies these man made boundaries a capturer’s territory note - Nature and I once tracked in harmony the Akkompong replenishes to My “a-culturalled” appetite as it is I whose feet and hands roamed and mold(ed) My piss and shit watered and fertilized this Land called “Earth” is accustomed to I We had evolved to a perfect Creation and in envy of this instilled Conception the occupiers invaded to force their disunity upon I. I want to go ‘Home’ want back My ‘Home’ have long since proven this vast growing planet Mine - of My imaginations. North-south east-west ... encompassing the “America’s” an’ the “Europe’s” east and west the “Africa” and all “Asia” from pole to pole these are the places Blacks - once roamed was once - ‘Home’ to those who are skinned - to form in the highest Melanin wool. From the plateaus of “Tibet, mount Everest, Blue Mountain” Kilimanjaro” or the “Appalachies” to the valley caves hidden below the “Carib” reefs, “Antarctica” “Arctic ocean, “Atlantic Ethiopian” to the “Indian” oceans time preserves My marrow to feed LIFE into tomorrow’s uncertainty to the dumbfounding of “Azania, Uganda” - to “Turkey”, the “Western Sahara” - “Zaire” to “Somalia” and “Madagascar” ALL My ‘Home’ over which Black Skins roamed now in subjugation of the theological indiscretion of an invader. The occupying forces might win the stated battle believe they won a started war but there is a ... but I’m never to be forgetting as with I there will NEVER be a melting pot no matter the occupier’s “trojaned” integration plots separate I for I survival and the revival of old Akkompong. Dig-up and you will find Bones footprints a legacy for Generations to see these vastnesses where Spirit Elders roamed are where the Villages of My Black Bones called Home. Ask Time -- I - am older than indigenous I am civilization so discovery cannot date or predate Me fables cannot tell the kind of Me between the cracks and crevices tell the placing of Home We placed this place - ‘Home’ ‘Home’ fe’Mi ‘Home’ ... ‘Home’. It is I memories stored in de’Akkompong’s minerals that citizens now live by cherish and die for in their wars of wars by wars to keep I subservient by and to what is truly Mine YES - de’Akkompong and all Its minerals was once ALL My ‘Home’! Sand by sand man to man one with one from the Red Pain Man to the Obeah Man We - Black Nomads will rise - triumphantly while fertilizing Akkompong’s thirst with the BLOOD of the invader’s kids We will break to tell Our carefree, giggling Pickaninnies of the occupier’s faith in fables. Remember not to forget the “natives” over time tracked - from where! whether it - be by flying or sailing the discovers came by invading vessels space an’ sailing ‘ships’ seeking refuge for a sickly - debased inoculating - embarrassed state and by so: their citizenry naturalized to My once living space as the wickedness of their ingenuity was nurtured back - to alive by My compassionate hands. If it be by spirits - monuments - graves or imaginary tales I am always everywhere I am that which I came from -- de’Akkompong timeless indestructible -- so the pages fade the walls of libraries and museums crumble to reveal even you know I am - for REAL in Melanin “sustainess”. Everywhere discovery dis-covered I I am ‘made’ to be a ‘class’ in theological “castness” placed in a space -- second, third even fourth on the rungs of - class citizenry. The “Africa” - the “Europe” “Australia” - “the middle east” “Asia” and “Canada” from “Alaska” to “Argentina” “Azania” to “Mongolia” “Brazil, “Yemen” to an’ “Sri Lanka” anywhere-everywhere check the parable an’ oral histories negating indigenous to discovery as this - the living planet was once (all MY ‘Home’ where Black-skinned roamed.)2x I want to go ‘Home’! I call this place that place any place ... ‘Home’! Spun the pages of his-story to where Black greatness was without religions and in I quest for My “againness” My shields wound of determination withstanding the might of the swords My Melanin’s porosity thickened to slick-off the chemical attacks My spears will again be sharpened with anger and none-forgiveness the devil within I - awakened piercing at invader’s heals as they run to constitutional laws claiming convention’s treaty ... upon the sand sailing by the wave’s crest and flying away hidden in the winds then I will remind them to say alleluia and amen as Akkompong is reddened with their last words. I gloat to a limit knowing [to preserve for My Children’s unknown as this was once MY ‘Home’ here, there and ALL a~round My artifacts marked these territories it is only I who is “wooled” to dwell naturally upon-within third planet’s vast ever-changing environment. I seek or have no desire to conquer any space -- beyond I am content with the relationship I’ve established with de’Akkompong as it’s My ‘Home’ where Spirit Elders roamed Nomadic is My heritage ever at defense against the conquistador’s quest am at content with de’Akkompong with the relationship. By the very nature of survival the longer the invaders overstay the welcome the more savage We will become at their a-scared heels as they paddle to save grace and dignity waist high in the heat of their pouring blood ... am I being heard amongst drums thundering I want back ... My ‘Home’ want back ... My ‘Home’. Was once ‘Home’ here, there and ALL a~round My artifacts marked these territories but in fear - you invader the closing communities it will lead you to face-up to and conference the cruelty of your fore parent’s hands as your guilt STILL live to exploit the prowess they encaged upon - against I and STILL you indoctrinate your future to point guns and detainment centers at the resurgence of I ... I an’I -- caucasia I have a plan for the traitors amongst I so this a warning: its full time you plan an exit strategy - as I want to go ‘Home’ I want back My ‘Home’. I am - from the third planet from the Sun branded Melanin - Man I am - from the third planet from the Sun branded Melanin - Man branded Melanin - Man it is I whom ... IS (the BLACK MAN.)2x

GOT’TA BE TIMES - 355 There has got’ta be times when Yuh face the Rainbow’s edge - and cross the Bridge to where the River flows there has got’ta be times when the STRESS has to be faced head-on de’time Yuh got to face You and question - deal with and then accept Your Self-doubts and limitations realize the fact that You are … Your greatest fear and still though through coaching motivations Your best mentor. Yeah … you are your greatest motivating mentor Yuh - face the Rainbow’s edge cross the Bridge to where the River flows ..!) There has got’ta be times when Yuh just got to take Your Head - and lead You to the dark side search for the path that edifies a “survivalistic” psyche and with Your Self-gained Wisdom lighten the way to Your fulfillment … in You - as it’s Your Spirit that knows the way this leads towards Self-achievements and advancements so put a foot - in front a step and let’s … stride on. Yeah … there has got’ta be times when yuh take your head - out of the dark put a foot - in front a step an’ stride on ..! There has got’ta be times when Yuh face the the nightmare - that Your Mother can’t help Your cries of despair and encaged in the beast’s grip it is You whom must rescue Your Soul from the venom that attempts to suck Your Bloodline in the desert of fear. There has got’ta be times when Yuh just don’t give-a-damn fist in hand and fighting back ‘cause You are who You are so … as Your Head falls back in Your lover’s arms make sure to be selfish in the loving of Self - least headache a lingering pain in the butt. Yeah … you be selfishly be … in love with self as you face the nightmares that deprives your fear of its sleep ..! There has got’ta be times when Yuh face the Rainbow’s bow cross the Bridge to where the River flows and when the craziness of this feat maddens You as it is a monumental task to accept and help Self know this: a little madness is the good for the presumed saneness once You realize the leveled - balance of Your Own Self destruction then - can begin to help Self towards its Own gratification in knowing the STEP is taken - and You then can stride onward to Your Vision … as its reality. There has got’ta be times when Yuh just got to take Your Head - and lead You to that one Compatriot whom Yuh can always call to - without creating a NEW fear the One whom Yuh always lead/lean an obligation onto despite a situation’s tedium that comforting place Your fearing Soul can find a brave Shield to embrace the doubts Your aloneness MUST face. There has got’ta be times when Yuh realize Your craziness will bring some saneness to the mess.

SOMEONE SPECIAL - 51 Murderation under-employment drug infestation unwanted teenage pregnancy another day to face the crazy boss-man. Life in reality is one BIG load’a shit just waiting to stink an’ stink an’ stink what makes Us survive its smell is that someone - a Special Someone who comes around once -- only once in a … lifetime and maybe - just maybe if We’re real lucky We get a second chance at a Person so special. A’ sey … murderation under-employment drug infestation unwanted teenage pregnancy another day to face the crazy boss-man to confront de’stress of dis day-to-day livin’. Now … this Special Someone is only special because - it’s dis not even knowing why He - She cares about YOU they care about You the Person wanting to be cared - for and that Special Someone We oft’times call shy - bashful awkward and even stupid at times as They are NEVER the talk of the town never accepted for WHO - They are yet, They not only accept YOU for You but They CARE - care - care why, They’re never out to prove anything not to Themselves or to any -- body for that matter. Now….this Special Someone is only special because He - She cares about YOU the Person wanting to be cared for why, They’re never out to prove anything! not to Themselves or to any -- body for that matter. An’ it’s a shame We often let that Special Someone slip by because in Our arrogance We failed to see They gave of Themselves not material wealth They gave because …. ‘IT’ didn’t matter and most sincere because They wanted to and if You -- the Person wanting to be cared -- for should, at anytime give back that Special Someone won’t know - how to handle it They often times - ask why? - demanding a reason AS -- They gave willingly not looking for a ... return. They gave of Themselves not material wealth They gave because ‘IT’ didn’t matter and most sincere because They wanted to. They might not have had - all to bail You out of that unexpected, tight situation but They were there with a critical and supportive thought - anyway when loneliness seems … the only friend an unanticipated call jus’ to … shoot de’breeze Someone - whose credibility is such You can confide an uttermost thought with and even dare to call when a reference is needed an’ when You did that unforeseen unexplainable wrong They uttered not a word but with the strength of signature They were there to be called - on … to talk - with to unwind -- to gripe while rubbing it in They ‘KILL’ You with that empty stare an’ silence making YOUR guilt the one to steer You on the track - of experience making, the knowing better, of YOUR guilt the one to steer You on the track - of experience. An’ when You did that unforeseen unexplainable wrong They uttered not a word but with the strength of signature They were there to be called - on … to talk - with to unwind -- to gripe while rubbing it in They ‘KILL’ You with that empty stare an’ silence making YOUR guilt the one to steer You on the track - of experience making, the knowing better, of YOUR guilt the one to steer You on the track - of experience. Now … how many times have We seen - met or heard of this Someone - SO VERY, VERY SPECIAL - (how many times?)2x The definition of friendship must have been written after the observation by ones enemy.

ONE A’WI - 5 by Anthony Leonard Pierre Hey jon’crow stop fart through yuh rib an’ ‘ear dis if a’wyan a’Wi lef’ de’wyan a’Wi got’ta be - free if de’love inna yu’ h’art a’nuh fe’Wi set - de’wyan a’Wi - FREE I and I … I, I, I - and I all a’Wi got’ta be - free if a’wyan a’Wi lef’ DE’WYAN - GOT’ TO BE - FREE. Hear dis - “BABYLONIAN~BWOY” table a’guh tu’n … right ‘round den I and I Little Ones break DOWN yu’r political - social - economical religious - BUMBO~OLE’S spiritual - physical an’ mental al~l~l dem racist boundaries DES~troy - FOREVER all dem t’ings been keepin’ I down divide I an’I so long - too long “slave” driver DESTROY yuh theologian structures a’suh yu’r tables tu’n back NO MORE - FOREVER WI READY FI FIGHT - AGAIN. Mi Brethrens BEFORE I a’sey Dem sey - prayers a’guh an’ser one day I an’I rule - all over PROPHECY SAY I rule - I free I and I - RULING FRE~E~E~E~E … suh fe prophecy reveal(ing) I an’I - all a’Wi enough is enough - are READY - TO FIGHT – AGAIN. A’ hope yu’r gettin’ wha’ I’man mean yuh nuh de’forces join-up ARMED - army-style an’ ready de’Youts - nuttin’ fe’lose mentally acclaimed - Black is Black WI READY - FI FIGHT - AGAIN. De’Youts’ are the victims of generations’ gap had enough - PUSHED back against de’walls of oppression deprived of Their Rite-Of-Passage - NOW realizing this carnage - are standing firm - willing an’ able ready fe teck ov’a to change Wi Future ... FOREVER de’Young Bloods - rightfully so in “vexated” but legitimate anger blood inna Wi eye - nuttin’ fe’lose - are READY - TO FIGHT - AGAIN. Momma - Black Mothers prayed not in vain I an’ I - “suff~ared” not in vain for de’Pickney Dem dem inheriting the legacies of them - “good-old-days” wid a conscience a-fixed on NEVER again sumady a’guh feel it - are WI READY - FI FIGHT - AGAIN. All yu’ - ISIMS AN’ SKISIMS political - economical social -- shit~stems - GONE dem gone from I’man’s Mentality - as Wi ‘ave studied and are intend(ing) Constitutional - parliamentary laws DOOM wid amen - suh NEVER AGAIN by de’guns the deceptions of religions or the fashions of capital or commun-isims by no means you - RULE su’wha’ … JUS’ SETTLE “BUSHAUH” YU’SELF I an’I - in forthright defiance breakin’ from the bondages of of poli-tricks of religions - are READY - TO FIGHT - AGAIN. “Slave” driver table a tur~r~rn I Way - Mi Pickney’s Way Never to tu’n back - again ME~EANS I an’I free - continually THROUGH DE’REST OF IRATION de’Future wid a’ renewed realization standin’ on the Spirituality of an Ancestral Past reaffirming Liberation to Progeny WI READY - FI FIGHT - AGAIN. The oppression of Blacks by the theology of “capitalism” in the west the enslavement of Blacks upon Black Continent by the communism - of “Islam” politics and religions allied forces in de’planned annihilation of Blacks a Cultural Existence circumvented by the caucasians to indoctrinate an ideology it’s theology - using de’devices of poli-tickin’ to oppress suppress and institute an enslavement - as everywhere dey ‘ave landed the Land lays banished CURSED ... by the sweat of their evil - self-centered - racist intent Elder’s Accountability done show Wi a’who is - to be blamed in dis melanin of mental war wid an opened eye Wi got to know - WHO who a’de real - enemy suh Wi focus an’ ready kiba de’fools dem inna Wi way READY - FI FIGHT - AGAIN. We de’Blacker by lineage - evolutionary physique by heritage - by accountability ‘ave survived de’invasion, capture, storage de’stockage an’ torn-apart Wi ‘ave survived de’auction, humiliation de’exploitation an’ indoctrination Wi ‘ave survived de’puttin’-up to and with de’lies an’ hypocrisies We de’Blacker - surviving the “slavery” industry of theological indoctrinations Survival is - a VICTORY AIM! caucasia - you’ve pulled the trigger consequently, the guillotine drops nevertheless, you still cannot assassinate My Desire to be victorious over your theological deceptions suh knowledgeable, capable an’ schooled - are READY - TO FIGHT - AGAIN. Wi tired a’dem christians, islam, rasta-isim buddha, cou’da, shud’a whatever - Wi tired time fe’Wi fight fe fe’Wi iriginal Black Rites! yuh cannot enslave - forever the Minds of a People as enough is enough dash-wey faith an’a use coherency - are WI READY - FI FIGHT - AGAIN. Basically - Wi tired a’dis blood~klaat fuckery man enough is bumbo~klaat enough yuh nuh this war of Black Mental Emancipation jolts the FREEDOM - I an’I Aspires! suh Wi fed-up an’ determined wid blood inna Wi eyes - are READY - TO FIGHT - AGAIN. ‘Tory a’COM’ to bump seen - tek warnin’ iron sharpeneth iron tire nuh bu’n jus’ suh blood a’guh run kakin’ to de’ground teeth a’tear~up top-gum wid bawlin’ su’wha’: if de’love inna yu’ h’art a’nuh fe’Wi yuh bet’ta set - de’wyan a’Wi - FREE yuh dutty bumbo~klaat yuh tek pressure Wi fightin’ fe’Wi Liberty Wi fightin’ to be free Wi fightin’ AGAIN - AGAIN - AGAIN.

WE - 57 The Birth is the beginning of the Death Death gives way to the rebirth - so a new day is the end of the end of yesterday’s beginning I see things by the means and ends as to be ready for the rebirth of the new beginning. We -- ARRIVED in this world ALONE. Fearing the mortality DEATH We - DEPART ALONE. This TIME called LIFE was meant to be -- SHARED. Came -- by Womb birth Life rebirths Itself in the security of Its Womb seeing - knowing and evolving Herself Life permeates a FEAR -- that all THIS must live - to the DEATH so, an unconditional caring a sanctity - concern and wanting in realizing the dropping into scrotum has reproduced the evolution of Herself upon Self a male - being accordingly Self can germinate a likening of Itself mortality It seeks to defeat this is called - Existence! Don’t mind the pain She cries it’s the MIRACLE to procreate that gives One an’ One an existence called - lineage We multiply within and without in an environment - severed from placenta to be a product of said environment called Individuals the selfishness of this evolution breaths envy, greed and jealousy for what We see of Self is Our Own doings Our Own genetic evolution -- none can say or is truly - a TWIN as there is but only one holy~fuck! Self-esteem separates Man from beast the YOU - Man in being through its Own evolutionary demise - lacks it hence, We fall to the grace of envy, greed and jealousy note: the good of EVIL Mankind seeks - to gain a Self-indulged edge as His “God” has turned a back - on Him She wants from Man what She did not procreate - nor did She impregnate for and from Herself a femininity She would sacrifice to Man’s standing prowess longevity - so instead of an aphrodisiac smile - She the only female who ... She cries a double standard hurt in the mating ceremony. They need for company in the insecurity of this environment so been envious of the Other They then give to greed why then jealousy takes so many lives if Man again worship will “God” forgive Man His “phobiatic” fears and resurrect to His ordained glory? is it why - SHE loves to bow in churches hiding Her face - claiming praying is worshiping? fearing Man will find Her for whom She really is and has always been. Instinctively for We to do drink, eat, sleep and reproduce not necessarily in that order but, reproduce, eat, sleep and drink is all Nature intended Life-forms in Their - lifespan. Multiply is all We have in common this DEATH gives birth to a new beginning by ‘this’ -- de’Akkompong will evolve to the fading - inquisitive memory of Mankind the Akkompong tilts Its axis - and Life forms are then extinct to present state We evolve knowledge-less and reproduces a weaker Race are We extinct-able from Our Own creation - as this Life is not the Man We first had been We are weakened by the deeds of Our Own creations is this Life then a mockery. The only time the Life rebuilds itself is the time of conception to delivery -- with the birth of placenta the cycle of Self-suicide - continues is it a cruel act - or does mortality ends this eternity? what is it that formulates the behaviour called - “HUMANS” ... as this cannot be the conclusion of evolution! It’s one of THE miracles of “God”, that CREATES the evil - DEATH the cause - She is envious of Man’s promiscuity that She Herself craves to prove - yes! - She can withstand - AND brings to a perspiring stance whenever She stands sideways, back ways or front ways - BUT because She is limited in conceiving after every beginning the Man She creates must not be greater or stands above Her “shehood”! why then She creates a beauty in - within and of - Herself and gives Man the gift of vision and the ability to be in need of and lust Her temptations why is it that Man is ‘made’ ignorant to maternal Life’s instincts is it that - it is known - He would have enough of this “God” and overthrow to Her BLOODY extinction! She gravitates to the cycle of the Moon in so doing CURSES Herself for not worshiping the king-ship of the Sun She swore She created everything in in perfect order so why then it is She who needs the reflection of the Sun’s cycle to be seen - as monthly red. Where Our Ancestry lives to face the mystery of Its unknown the miracle is that this Life FEARS the DEATH that transforms Its beginning the loneliness of this existence We call Life it seeks fulfillment so in fear of losing - the battle - especially to She Man creates “Gods” of His imagination to company His loneliness She ‘cycles’ hoping for the edification even if it’s intangible We are Our Own “Gods” and “Devils” by this so We dwell on de’Akkompong a captive by the things eyes can see and Man can mold for Her idolization. What it is - that We hear is of Our Own experienced imagination the sense of smell an’ touch are enhanced by the the inquisitiveness of how it is seen in retrospect - so then NONE is truly deaf if so, how is it they explained their “unheardiness”. Realize that this “Earth” is the grave eternally - for the Souls of YOU - Man this FEAR is the realization of loneliness in the magnitude of the Universe are We humans or prisoner on “Earth”? We - ARRIVED on this Mother “Earth” ALONE -- WHY? We DEPART into Her bosom ALONE -- HOW? This TIME called Life - was meant to be -- SHARED oh this precious Time called Life was meant to be -- shared. Birth is the beginning of the Death this gives Life to the rebirth We arrived - We survived We evolved as Womb the Man an’ Woman Life is a Woman the Womb - Man of every Man’s femininity was separated by and for the fondle of Man. Life forms are from a Mother and Father - TWO each “Themself” from two parents - FOUR each of which is from two parents themselves - EIGHT if it took eight from three generations ago to evolve ONE of present state how vast is the bloodline generations say ten thousand years ago the mystery of this thought though is the “Earth” of humane evolution reversing itself have you realized that your Life is but - a reincarnation - a reincarnation a reincarnation of - ITSELF. The Birth is the beginning of the Death Death gives way to the rebirth - so a new day is the end of the end of yesterday’s beginning has this evolution reached its elasticity? or - are We evolving a new existence I see things by the means and ends as to be ready for the rebirth of the new beginning - as ... There once were two “Gods” in the battle for self-gratification cunningness won over prowessness - thus She wants NOW to be worshiped for Her fairness - as Their union has re--produced a newer Race will this evolution holds its “presentness” or evolve out into - two “Gods” - at war for universal control - once again We hold to this state in FEAR of the DEATH to what We once were least “God” takes more than ... a - one-rib in the next Creation -- imagined in belief of faith: then Man will truly be outnumbered to the use of His prowessness standing in all instances to produce at a beaconing temptation. Hey Man-kind Yourself is not for Your becoming least She justifies why She refuses to succumb to a masculinity that’s responding to to Her heatedness as to the Man in the Home the “Emperoriest” is a gift from the “Gods” if this union is ever to evolve its Generations She should never become to fearing to cradle to Your protruding stance and end in frustration and justifying to cradle Her feminine-self sensuality making the “Gods” a-wrath at You both - again - and to come in fiery destruction of brimstone, lightening an’ thunder in the next evolution imagined in belief of faith. We - ARRIVED on this Mother “Earth” ALONE. We DEPART into Her bosom ALONE. This TIME called Life - was meant to be -- SHARED this precious Time was meant to be -- shared.

FOOTPRINTS (In The Sand) - 1 Oh Darling Baby ... why tell Mi why … My Precious Baby why hum, hum, um - hum, hum, um ... Ia … it’s sharp and jagged this Life that We live that We live with the suicide of depression a bullet to the head a slit to the wrist - [the silence of stress] and the blood flows [GOING - TO - WASTE.] Life carving a way to state Its say - suh here footsteps print footsteps [in the sand] trodding [from the Land] gone ... [astray] gone ... [to stay] WHERE? [there! there! there! and there!] follow them AND - in the regret of disbelief you will see Another has [GONE - THE WAY - OF - WASTE.] The pressure of society has made it easy has taken another Life taken another Life from We from We daily pressures entrapped another Life in loneliness in the depressive ... caused a mighty sleep never ... to awake no - more! [WHAT A (BLOOD~KLAAT FUTURE MAN)2x] (Another succumbing into the depressive weight ... of society’s pressure!)2x (A)The pressure is still here for another Mind to bear [this pathway’s journey] the perplexity of suicidal depression a’ bullet to the head a slit to the wrist - [the nakedness of rejection] the blood will gush [TO - WASTE] suddenly - (there is no cause or care no cause or care.)2x (B)(Footprints in the sand lead the [body - mind -- the heart and soul] down! down! - [DOWN!] down the depths ... [of the sea] it’s wide and hollow ... [down there] within the depths ... [where the Body now lies] there ... in a mighty sleep [NO MORE - FOR US - TO SEE!]) And -- like the Life [that lies within] rise … the tides will rise [RISE UP!] RISE - the footprints it will take to the bliss of away [NEVER - TO BE SEEN -- AGAIN!] Blood~seed Mi’a tell yuh … sharp and jagged [this Life We live] pressures of Life [make it easy] for Another has taken [this pathway] Another has chosen [THIS - ENDLESS ... HOPELESS - JOURNEY] the hopeless journey where no-one seems to care. Gone is ... THE GLORY gone is ... THE GIFT - OF LIFE the gift if Life gone is ... THE GLORY gone is ... THE GIFT - OF LIFE the gift if Life gone is ... THE GLORY gone is ... THE GIFT - OF LIFE! the gift if Life Why? why? why? My Precious Baby ... why tell Mi why … My Darl ing Baby why hum, hum, um … a’ bullet to the head a needle in your bed [over-drugged] by the stress of depression Generations left neglected [unwanted] used and abused [becoming confused] body-control on the loose [WHAT A (PUSSY~KLAAT PRESSURE MAN!)2x] Daily pressures [with their endless failures] footsteps print footsteps [in the sand] trodding from the Land [GOING - TO - WASTE] gone ... is the glory the glory of this subservient Life while the pressures of society stand ... still baiting - the unremembered in loneliness [WAITING - FOR - ANOTHER] Another in the a-lost state - to take this the most ... SELFISH ACT. It’s dark and empty DOWN ... [the lonely way] shouldn’t there be [another way?] so many Lives WASTED ... [to the mystique of this tragedy] while Others cry [WHY? WHY? WHY?] my~my - footprints are [gone astray] Another’s Life vanishing to stay in the disgust of lost embarrassment [WHAT - A - WASTE!](A) Dependency on fellow-man family, friend - [a stranger or the system] the Life is held in this uncertainty - [by a fringe] the pressure BREAKS ... its membrane Its loss is then weighed [on the family - and friends] even the in-believability [of some strangers] who then has to face the loss [of what DEATH - ran from] and the psychological shame stains the fabric of [a daily blame -- what - a - disgrace] a failure to cope has left questions - behind why - what an’ whom to be blamed [didn’t We see ... the tell tale strains?] the in-ability to preserve has left void lingering the battle is now with - disbelief the selfishness of this one Life has left Others to be weighed in bewilderment to carry the burden - [of Its self-centeredness] why? ... (We are all mortals but Life’s abruptness [is never accepted or expected.])2x The pressure of society has made it easy has taken another Life taken another Life from We from We daily pressures entrapped another Life in loneliness in the depressive ... caused a mighty sleep never ... to awake no - more! [WHAT A RAASS~KLAAT PERSPECTIVE!] (Another capitulated unto [the depressive weight ... of society’s DOGMA!])2x Oh Darling Baby ... why tell Mi why … My Precious Baby why hum, hum, um - hum, hum, um ... Momma … the pressure is still here for another Mind to bear [this pathway’s journey] the quandary of depression a’ bullet to the head a slit to the wrist - [the refusal of acceptance] the blood surges - [TO - WASTE] why? ... (Dis T’ing calls Life [Its full of uncertainty and Its sudden occurrences.])2x (B) Gone is ... THE GLORY gone is ... THE GIFT - OF LIFE the gift if Life gone is ... THE GLORY gone is ... THE GIFT - OF LIFE the gift if Life gone is ... THE GLORY gone is ... THE GIFT - OF LIFE! the gift if Life Daily pressures [with their endless failures] footsteps print footsteps [in the sand] trodding from the Land [GOING - TO - WASTE] daily pressures entrapped another Life in loneliness in the depressive ... caused a mighty sleep We all live Life so We all willed to experience Death [the assured MUST of Life] but nowhere is it written or declared that ([one should die - coagulated in sickness])2x now ... is suicide an illness? and isn’t mankind capable ([to prescribe the antidote of togetherness?])2x (A)(Oh My Darling Baby … why tell Mi why … My Precious Baby why hum, hum, um - hum, hum, um … tell Mi why.)

RASTA JOHN - 14 Com’ Wi guh doung a’ - Jubilee Young Gyal a have baby … com’..! LA~A~AWD Sis’ta Jane A’mem’ba when Sister Jane used to get [a’ one visit from ... Brother John] get visits [from - so-cal’ Raaas~ta John] Him ... Him - box cross de’way [pon wyan street doung suh] ... ‘Im is a Rude-Sweet-Bad-Bwoy all ov’a Town an’ Kuntry ..! One day Him com’ sey [HIM - A DEFEND - PUSSIE~E~e~e] som’ ... som’a Sister Jane’s sweet, young and ju~icy [PUSSY] after - de’talking and de’charming - and de’whole heap’a promises ... She give in -- [oh mamma~me~mia!] and after a’ few times VISITING [DE’PUSSY] Pickney, wan’fe com’ - born [WHAT - A - AGONY!] Mi sey ... hoyiee anywhey yuh si Rudy - ‘Im sweet, sexy-sweet ..! Pretty-Bwoy … Natty Dreadie ..! Dem sey every day - bucket - [a’guh’a well] one day de’bottom - MUS’ [dropout] an’wha’ gwan a’bush one day a’guh [com’ a-light] come ALIVE suh Pickney [com’ born] hog - [meck yu’r mouth long suh?] dog - [nyam yuh sup’pa!] Sister Jane an’ de’Pickney - A’ SUF’FA [LA~A~AWD - WHAT - A - AGONY!] is agony, agony pon de’Momma an’ She Pickney so-so agony in de’city. Not because She live inna “de’Ghetto” [why ... She CAN’T ... PROVIDE] but mouth fe feed [nappy fe buy medicine - a’ necessity] an’ nobody nuh ‘ave work [fe Sister Jane] for dem sey She jus’ ‘ave - [Young Baby] suh Sister Jane, tu’n [POOR - SISTER - JANIE~E~e~e] is agony, agony pon de’Momma an’ She Pickney so-so agony in de’city. HIM - RASTA JOHN claim sey Him ha’fe - [trod-on] Pickney couldn’t b’ - [fe de’Dready] worst of all Him refuse - [fe mine … ‘IT’] a’nuh de’Mommie~e yuh nuh [a’de poor ... helpless likkle Pickney not a’ cent fe’min’ … ‘IT’.] com’ Wi guh doung a - Jubilee Young Gyal a have baby … com’ ..! But - when Him did’a get - Him ‘fun’ - [a’bus’up gum] if She did ever say She’a take de’pill [or dem other kin’a - t’ings] Him - Rasta John [the all-righteous Wyan] wou’da b’ de’fus’ to screw face [“wrinch-up” Himself and] an’a sey Him’a fight ‘gainst - [white-pill whe’a destroy - Blackman’s Seed] but now - [story UP ... to bump] DE’SEED TU’N PICKNEY Ras-ta John - [not even consider fe min’ … ‘IT’.] Rasta John a’wyan hustler yuh know get few dollars [from ganja smugglin’] some from [d. j. talkin’] sometimes [a’ - robbin’ an’ lootin’] name it -- [Rasta John, inna it] but ... a’ mis’ta clarks an’ the tailor-bwoy doung de’street [who’a gettin’ de’doney - yuh know!] ‘cause Rasta John Him - more interested in lookin’ - [trash an’ ready] dan in de’welfare [of Him Pickney] nuh clothes [pon de’back] no likkle baby shoes [nuh cover de’tiny feet] Rasta John neat and tidy [well ready] Freddy like Dready [steppin’ high and mighty] HIGH - AND - MIGHTY com’ Rudy - We ... one an’ all are-a depending - pon You ‘tan-‘teady ... meck Pickney an’ Mommy com’ lean pon Yuh ... seen. I forget to tell yu - [‘bout] Mary, Sonia an’ Maxine [Elaine and Pam] down - [the OTHER LANES] Brother John defending, [DEFENDING PUSSY] sweet talk, sweet talk - [SWEET TALKING the Sisters] an’ de’Sisters believe, believe - [BELIEVING] suh ... “de’Ghetto~o~o” is a place whe’ lot’a PICKNEY STARVING and WOMEN BAWLING “de’Ghetto~o~o” is a place whe’ lot’a PICKNEY STARVING and WOMEN BAWLING “If A’ave Mi life fe live all over ..!” “LA~A~AWD help Mi ... if A’ had Mi~life~fe~live~all~over AGAIN!” She cries, She cries and She cries [SISTERS CRYING] Their Babies hungry and [SOMETIMES DYING] the “GHETTOS” OVER POPULATED but still [A - LONELY - CITY] while Rasta John Him look [NEAT AND TIDY] Mi sey de’Bwoy [TRASH AN’ READY.] ‘Im is a Rude-Bwoy, Sweet-Bwoy, Bad-Bwoy all ov’a Town an’ Kuntry ... is a cho Rudy/Youtiee nuh meck de’shit~stem leads Yuh astray ‘tan-‘teady ... meck Pickney an’ Mommy com’ lean pon Yuh ... Rude ... Sweet-Bad-Bwoy ..! LA~A~A~AWD Sis’ta Jane A’mem’ba when Sister Jane used to get [a one visit from … Brother John] get visits [from so-cal’ … Raaas~ta John] Him ... Him - box cross de’way pon wyan street doung suh pon wyan street doung suh ... com’ Wi guh doung a - Jubilee Young Gyal a have baby … com’..!

MY KILIMANJARO (It’s At … Blue Mountain’s Peak) – 9 Kilimanjaro It’s at … Blue Mountain’s Peak the flooding of Its banks carries the Village to a new dawn and with the turn of tides It fertilizes places - once foods - never grew food never grew - never grows to sustain Dreams that feeds Life We yearn - a love is everlasting as … muddy is the water that tempers - that uproots house and crops that changes course so ‘Tomorrow’ may eat scoop ... a fist full to quench de’Soul Blue Mountain is a aloofting wonder - in western’s scope givin’ de’world a new soundin’ Music a new Rhythm … so sweet - yeah. At It’s foothills weighted from the greed of man Kiloo-She sheds - bloody waters from Red Hills to Wareika Hills Patrick City, Maverly an’ Central Kingston Spanish Town to Winward Road Mountain View, Hagley Park Slipe Road, Constant Spring and the Boulevard back-drops this onslaughter and still - talent - flourishes an international viewer the hungry - downtrodden STANDS proud - in the uncertainty of the unknown the un and under-educated teaches - as it’s the humble and defiant who can   the imprisoned leads - it’s they who thirst the wind against their faces the timid, physically - mentally challenged moves mountains as Blue Mountain the Kilimanjaro is their foundation They are the People - who are now known in this time ... as Jamaicans! It’s at … Blue Mountain’s Peak My Kilimanjaro is sweet on Its banks Children find - things to keep and in Its belly Elders hunt - the Village meat within Its mystery Dreamers discover and reaffirm Cultures - like these Mountains NEVER dies exotic is the Land Birds and Peoples known by Our size water and stamina and accepted for Our beauty - balance and fortitude Jamaica’s Kilooo … Kilooo~manjaro it’s at … Blue Mountain’s Peak … fa’ inna de’middle a’de Sun heat cane sug’a, so~so flour an’a zinc pan will ‘row’ a’boat to shore - e~as~ily a’ cart-wheel dumplin’ an’a cheese pan a’ government juice - will wash a’wyan’s troubles to sleep - fe true.   When it rains it pours sometimes it’s the only water that runs through the City Streets Kilooo … Kilimanjaro is sweet quenches the thirst causes gas to bowel the belly FOOD … is sweet Koolooo … It cools the tar - and washes yesterday’s garbage that paves the Inner City Streets - and the Little-Children find it soothing to Their dirty feet. Bammy and Doctor fish Ackee and Excelser Biscuit Bun an’ Cheese guava, mango and june-plum stick betwixt de’teet’ soursop, tangerine and papaya guinep, tamarind, stinkin’-toe an’ t’ings cyan spot Yuh clean clothe iee -- la~arks ... move out’a de’way meck Mi feel de’Mountain’s breeze the smell of run-doung - roast corn tu’n-ripe breshie an’ roast fish a’ loaf~a~hot bread de’smellie taste of a’ jus’ bake patty slap between a’ well-warm coco-bread a cola champagne, ginger-ale or de’juice from a’ young-ripe jelly coconut - heals the Soul as the poverty of starvation is NOT a custom fe’Wi bang Wi belly an’ suffer de’pain fe’Wi Pickney’s Future Wi nah work in vain We are those who are known in these times … as Yardies. While de’tunes and vibes of the Market places wines de’Women’s hips to the highest grooves of whatever is in season or out’a season inna virtual reality de’Man Dem - dey watch de’horse race doung’a Caymanas while a’ Tom Shop - de’Street Jockey dey ride a’ winner as Wi dey eye-out announcer’s Rhythms pon de’transistor radio virtual i-ride-ability don’t bounce Mi jockey … rrride ‘im bwoy - ride! hey, gi Mi a’ cold wyan till de’jerk set-up chooo ... cho~man ride ‘im bwoy! oh yes, she broke stoplight kuh de’batty - pon miss Mary’s gyal Pickney r~r~ride bwoy - ride! Dem’a pang-ga-rang a’ pang-ga-rang - doung’a Kingston Street dem’a pang-ga-rang pang-ga-rang - doung’a Killsome City young Bwoys Dem Dem’a dance to de’beat de’young Girls Dem a’ love so~o~o sweet Reggae Rhythm a’de defiance whey meck de’Dau’tas Dem - kiss Dem teeth an’ de’Man Dem ‘tep - militantly -- som’a Country Bunkan - while som’a exaggerate ‘bout de’livin’ up’a Capitol City Others - Dey fly guh foreign like how some foreigners teck taxi a’Wi run t’ings fa’ t’ings nuh blood ~ chooo t’ings - nuh run Wi bad to de’bones nu’bady nuh rough like - a’ Yardiee! - AND despite the surreptitious, covetous and envy of We a’We - wid a’back ‘gainst a’wall dey all ov’a de’world a’bun-doung oppressor’s shit~stems We are those - who are know as Jamaicans in these times - bad iee givin’ de’world a new soundin’ Music a new Rhythm … so sweet - yeah.