Above all comes sorrow,
burning old love letters
in ashes of time's arrow.
Above all comes sorrow,
how I was strait and narrow
and listened to my elders.
Above all comes sorrow,
burning old love letters.
Torn and tempest tossed
Steering straight I cannot
How narrow is that line
To keep me safe between
The devil and the deep blue sea
Too easy it is to stray on
To the primrose path
Where live in wait deadly dangers
To drag us deep or devour
So tempting is that siren song
Which I find hard to resist
And I fear the clashing rocks
In sailing the strait and narrow channel
Where turbulence of mind seethes
to draw us in its drift
Into the depths of drugs
Or make us succumb
To the pleasures of the flesh
Wearying for moments
Climaxing in ecstasy but draining
Our mental vigour,emptied
And shorn of true meaning.
When caught between
The act and its intent.
The Strait & Narrow
6-23-2016
Some spent adolescence in foolhardy thought,
then observing the sun setting on advanced days.
Thinking they could handle whatever life brought,
but seeing at the end it isn’t the fiddler who pays.
So hold head a little higher, don’t cross the line,
for mistakes we’ve made we’ll be held accountable.
Take the high road, trust God, and you’ll do fine,
in trusting God, everything, becomes surmountable.
Her mouth brings nothing but
destruction,
As breathtaking as she appears,
I am captain, I am king,
I am looking Hell in the eyes and I
cannot turn away,
She reaches out for my hand,
This creature of the depths,
She has been the downfall of
thousands before,
Though each man in turn was
warned,
This daughter of the gods begs to
show me the deep,
Who needs the sun, who needs to
breathe,
Who needs to see what they have
already seen?
Embrace me, you heavens, draw my
soul to thee,
Who needs the sun, who needs to
breathe?
The fables passed through
generations,
The strait and narrow is a
dangerous path,
She is written off as myth 'till she is
before your eyes,
Faulty navigator, eager widow
maker,
The cyclone leaves me in awe,
I willingly accept my impending fate,
Magnetic forces in the water,
Draw a portrait of a sailor's grave
To The Unknown Source
To whom this may concern,
I commit my soul, my worm.
I live from day today, as some say…
when I bite the Clover, it is over.
Love Hallowed if it be thy name,
I have heard of thy precept fame.
May thy kingdom come among,
in strives my hands I have wrung.
Of my meanness reaping seeps,
I’ve heard of Love, there be sheep.
Goats of mighty ships afloat,
descend into the abyss moat.
If Love be true Love, the will,
of which one’s life should spill,
then my will has been, bitter pill,
of bitterness has been my seal.
Forgive me as I will forgive,
of this Love I forever will live.
Of my daily bread I will be fed,
feeding my neighbors as I am lead.
Of whom this may concern,
commit I myself of Thee to learn.
Of awesome Precept I am kept.
Of beastly concepts I have wept.
Loose the human concept yoke,
of bitterness pill I am thus broke,
by concepts of which I spoke.
Humans in gross darkness grope.
For Frank’s
Compose a prayer
No I am not as unfamiliar with God as this poem would suggest,
But few know the Source fully as the Love that He actually is.
“Because strait and narrow is the way, few there be that find it.”
In the valley of the snakes
Where Jah arrows fly
Over the fiery lakes
Tongues writhing with lies
Keep dancing with the shadow
Of the Almighty on high
On the road strait and narrow
He'll dry all tears from the I
Chorus
For the music is message music
Whether any will hear or forbear
For the music is message music
Breaking chains, lifting burdens here
And song will tell who is wrong and who is right
For the music is the message of guidance and light
Weep no more, Shaba, weep not
Fire on chichi, star,
Fire 'pon the wicked that plot
Fire at judgment bar
Tell the preachers spare the child
Tell the carnal, leave it
Man with man, nature defiled
Tell them, walk above it.
You must know, the truth set Buju free
To sing truth again
Daniel going back to Galilee
Jesus, take their fallen chain
Chi chi is now for you to weep
Your dumb conspiracy
For you sow you going to reap
Reggae is Jah's legacy
A long winding road-life,
Harrowing filled with strife,
At times rocky hard to follow,
Other times strait and narrow,
Where will it take us, to what end?
Dont know, cant begin to pretend,
But- while you are by my side,
Roller coaster of life take us for a ride.
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