Rastaman vibrations tell
History spun upon its head
Anancy web roping Gretel
No more witches, all name calling dead
Rastaman vibrations shaking earth
And phony customs, soldiers looking like buffalos
Mystic Maus Maus from birth
Nazarites without halos.
Rastaman vibrations shaking off the blues
Of freedom fighters, burning
Sensimalia so we can walk the cold without shoes
Don't judge the dreadlocks in your yearning
His eyes are red because of tears
For history that he has shed
Times when his security was violated, fears
Of the Palace and its living dead
They chained us and framed him, beat
On his Marooned consciousness
Incessant waves at the concrete feet
Of chanelled bitterness
Rastaman vibration, understand
It's natural when experience teaches the man
He will not be blown away like sand
From the sacred commission of a plan.
Rastaman vibration, you outside the circle
Will see, hear, but never understand
But I have swam with the turtle,
Patient, beautiful, wise, oldest in the land.
Categories:
chanelled, history
Form: Free verse
Distressing stress,
More buttressed,
By wily needling gas,
The cavity was in spin,
It was after all,
Only a bin,
The CPU was brain,
And it had to train,
Even though it was housed,
Away and in a smaller tin,
It had connections,
Through nerves,
To the main body bin,
They all jingled,
And cracked,
Making sounds,
Not in one but abound,
Neck chanelled,
The stress,
And ached like bad,
The head was swirling,
The stress growing,
While brain was hyper active,
Body was weakening,
And collapsing,
It came to rest and sat down,
Motionless and quiet,
It looked like dead,
It stayed there like that,
For time that it could not time,
Heat turned cold,
The man grew old,
The CPU had a new situation,
To which it was exposed,
It had learned from experiment,
And was back to working regimen.
Categories:
chanelled, inspirational, life, philosophy,
Form: Free verse