Man, a Rasta
Screw them Babylon
No more bondage
I and I guidance
Zion my portion
Selassie my saint
Roots my culture
One loves my anthem
JAH RASTAFARI
Surviving_Pawn
Always lingering just beyond the realm of hurt
Emerging against whispers of the heart
Appearing against its hesitant pleas for caution
Showing up when the heart advices not to
Flourishing amidst uncharted moments
Thriving amidst an unexplored territory
Running away from problems unencountered
Unwanted eyes wide open
Witnessing the undesired scenes unfold
Crafting smiles amidst sorrows grasps
Severing ties that never truly existed
Enduring sleepless nights, questioning why
Does it trouble you to surpass the rest?
Elevate, unleash your untamed spirit, don your smile,
For it’s the essence of being human
Making occasional missteps in choices
An open invitation to amend and rectify,
And restore harmony once more
I'm a woman
Yes, an African woman
Who knows her wants
And respects her deeds
I'm taught to respect
But I also deserve respect
To maintain my essence
And be the best me
I'm a reason
For multiplication
No woman
No generation
I make meals
To make it real
If they think it's a deal
Then I do have a choice
I'm born and will reborn
It's a beautiful thing
It's not just a story
Its my glory
Call me a woman
An adorable woman
An African adorable woman
A super African adorable woman!
#I'mawoman
#Anadorablewoman
#happyinternationalwomen'sday
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Madah: Highest Be Praised
Yes, praise be to the Highest,
Yes, praise be to the Highest above them all,
Praise be true to the king that rule,
Praise be the realm his people's home,
Praise be the milestone a king and his throne,
Yes, praise be to the Highest,
Yes, praise be to the Highest above them all,
Praise be an empire, built by love's desire,
Praise be passing looks of history books,
Praise be an emperor empire's virtuous measurer,
Yes, praise be to the Highest,
Yes, praise be to the Highest above them all,
Praise be to our Lord of the Most High!
2022 August 26
Sing Lord My God I WILL RAISE MY HANDS IN PRAISE;
Chant I SHALL CRY OUT YOUR HOLY NAME
Praise I AM
LOVE YOU ABBA (Father)
Glory, holy PRAISE YOU ADONAI
Mercies EL ELYON The God most high
Sing--I WILL RAISE MY HANDS TO THE SKIES
HALLELUJAH
Shout--The Lord of peace the Lord is here(there)
Reach out--My God, My God be everywhere
Praises--Yahweh-Tsidkenu, the Lord our righteousness
HE WILL PROVIDE
HALLELUJAH
3/28/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©
I'm writing this down because I don't know how to express my feelings or emotions
I feel so much that I get lost in emotional adventures of anguish, sometimes of ones with angels
I am writing this down not to move on because the feelings and emotions remain in a place beyond time, accessible through the heart, but to remember without pain
To remember the words I didn't say and the words I should have swallowed
To remember the things I didn't do and the things I should have
To remember without pain -- to forgive myself
To understand the situation you and I were in
To grow and grasp the journey so far
11/23/18
No one ever had a more devoted super patron.
He marveled at every painting and poem I thought up.
He cheered at each of my gaudy crazy color choices,
He toasted all my thoughts with a golden glass tribute cup.
He wanted to buy all, the first time I had a white arts and crafts carnival tent.
I was against this of course, wanting a chance to sell to others, to share my soul.
This life is not yours, he said, you are more sensitive, artistic, heaven-sent.
But I wanted to sell to excited children, and their mothers, that was my goal.
My marvelous patron talked me into selling online, and that worked out for a bit.
I was gleeful and happy and awhirl with joy with each sale, so tried and true.
But when I went to visit him, and saw each painting in his home, I threw a hissy fit.
I wanted to sell to others, I said, I didn’t want all of them to be sold to you.
Now when I sell a painting or a poem, I run home all aquiver, excitedly glad.
Sales always chase away any insane feelings of disappointment or unexpected gloom.
I have a patron who believes in me, a man who is honest, and never a cad.
Best of all, to deliver it, all I have to do is walk to my own living room.
(Fact)
I am not a Queen but we do shared the same birthday.
She's the greatest role model ever existed to me
She's is the person I would look up to more than my parents.
She would be the type of person that would teach females how to act like a lady not a wild lady
Great upbringing, great posture, and how to keep to many flies away from trying to take advantage of your precious parts.
I admire her with all my might I watched stories and news
Of her with great respect.
Her grandkids are so precious I've watched them grow.
They mother would be so proud to see how well they grow
Beautiful princess I cried like a child when she died, no one can't match up
To a one of a kind. Princess Diana R.I.P.
The Queen will always be the one and only.
Nobody will never be above her don't even try to be.for she the one and only much respect.
You are just you are
The love of my heart.
It's just me,I just love
Now with just that.
Can not live in,
Away from you,
Now also a moment.
It is from you only from you,
Is my world.
I do not have any more anymore
Than you to today.
You are only one to be
More special than me.
You are just you are
The love of my heart.
It's just me,I just love you
Now with just that.
Zero chills
Poping pills
Month 9 panctured belly
Baby never made it
Mama still shaking booty
Thursday reaggae
Still lit she feel
Someone call Dr dolittle
I got a litre of baby bloody juice
Lit mamma,s litter
Littered by the lit mama
Little she knows
Pappy needs answers
The child of destiny
Denied to rise
God,s messager
Decided to pull a driveby
Cold dead flashed in the sewer
Into the sewer it goes
All its dreams down the sewer
Mama saw it as ****
Just another cycle
Menstrual juice she saw
Her body her rules
Her booty they drool
Not ready
Deffinately bouncing back
Under the mat
The dirt goes
Ostrichy in the sand
Heads down
Mama is ahead
Perfectionist in heads
Taking it hard
Lit she says
Only remember
He laughs last
laughs loudest
The service provider
Comes pretty soon
Earthly bridal you are
Chosen by earthlings
Down you will go
Consequencies must face
Trust me Papa will get you
Good he will get you
kata-kata yang tajam
bisa menjadi pedang penikam
untuk menghancurkan keburukan
dan menggiring pada kebaikan
Jogjakarta, 30 April 2016
The flying hills and its tinted gold
Its pyramids and the blinking moulds
Beautiful the night, a city behold
New dawn it was at Bur Dubai
The city that never boasts of mountain
Infertile the land unfriendly the grains
Until comes a dreamer called Maktoum
Muhammed, the son to raise the tune
At the sea end stands nations inertia
In father’s desires, Maktoum built to sky
Descendants of warriors, to sea he claimed
To build the Palms, the earth, for world to hail
I got slower in my travels
The sadder the sights that meet my eyes
A reflection on the train windows
Cities in decay, streets overcome with tears
It cant move fast enough for me
I feel the dirt of the city cling to my face
Just sinking in the quicksand
Hold up my hand for one last chance to be found
up another level, holding out for an angel
It could be you, although I'd take a chance on just about anyone
I have flown through clouds of ash
I have tasted the grass and its not sweeter
On this side or the other
Gotta reach up another level
Dont want to be touched by the devil
Please dont stray from me my guardian angel
Hanging from a thread
Spun by a spider since long dead
Its up another level waiting to be released
And this waiting game will finally cease
Perihal kebaikan yang datang
Kebaikan itu pantas menyentuh aku
Sentuhan yang membuat aku terhutang
Sentuhan itu juga mengusik kalbu
Barangkali ia kebaikan yang sedikit
Namun besar nilainya di sisi aku
Resah, gusar, pedih dan sakit
Lantas aku tenang, hanya kerna kebaikan yang sedikit itu
Maka masakan mampu aku lupa
Pada kebaikan yang sifatnya sebegitu
Tak terbeli walau digadai dunia seisinya
Tak tertebus meski sampai hujung waktu
Kerana itu aku menjual janji
Selalu aku berdoa semoga sentiasa dipelihara Ilahi
Juga segala kudrat yang ada bila dipinta akan aku beri
Moga dengannya terbayar kebaikan yang pernah aku rasai
Masih panas rasanya di dalam dada
Walau hari-hari itu sudah lama berlalu
Kesan tangan peribadi yang baik dan mulia
Kekal ia dalam ingatan tak lekang oleh waktu.
AAYE UMMAT MUSLIMA TERE LIYE IK LAMHA-E- FIKRIYA
BHOLEEN HAM IKHTILAFAT KO ,QURBANI KI BANE MESAL
POETRY BY :RABIA IQBAL RABI
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