In this cruel world the lioness lived
so much different, they all believe
But I stood still and saw her beauty
her face her body and gave my duty

I like her hair whose change its shade
Her smile a star above that god has laid
Myth brought up to life, her curves displayed
bright deep red and soft pink orange

An art that shines beyond the range
when I glimpse her face some lights erupt
the northern lights whose beauty can’t be corrupt

But I don’t care about this prettiness
all I care is if she owns some kindness
an olive bearing, JAH’s dove
I feel her humanity, peace and love

Just got to know her not just by name
A wild bold spark I couldn’t tame
she’s belligerent, brave a pepper flame
charging through life with no hint of shame

Spontaneous soul with a brilliant mind
a fierceness that’s rare yet beautifully kind
determined and sharp with a laugh that flies
you see the storm and the sun in her eyes

her heart is huge her spirit unchained
with charisma so deep it can’t be explained
at times she’s cynical quick with a jest
but soft in her core, more than the rest

Her smile disarms her charms aware
she walks with confidence proud and brave

I also like some piercing tattoos and dreadlocks
but these are extras and only talks
so my taste is understandable and relatively unique
so all I left is a lioness to seek.

With faith divine our hearts align,
our passion of JAH is a sign
I’ll live with her, our faith will grow,
in love, in peace, where humanity flow.

Together we’ll live, in faith so true,
with love and peace to guide us through.
To share my life and faith with her,
in love and peace, our hearts concur.

With her beside me, I will say,
I believe in love peace and humanity every day.
praise and thanks to JAH the one.

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Revelation:** three, seven – the Kingdom of Heaven

The key to unlocking both glory and shame.

Philadelphia knows He’s arriving in newness

inscribing on foreheads His city and name.

(Though it could be on tee shirts or baseball caps, true –

unless someone takes time to decipher the text…

is it Greek? Aramaic? Amharic? What next?)

Don’t be mad – it’s not me but old John who’s to blame.

Of names and on numbers of Savior and Beast

I have long been a-pondering, trembling, wondering

mushroom-cloud raptures in mind’s eye a-thundering.

How will we get to that marriage-day feast?

Will my garment be ready or filthy with fall-out?

(The song says His blood will make clean if we call out

in faith for forgiveness, in humble repentance

believing that grace will abolish the sentence.)

You may wish my rhyme to be likewise abolished.

Bear with me. Forgive me, I grant it’s not polished.

I speak what I feel and I write when I’m able;

which brings us to heavenly thoughts gastronomic:

what dishes we’ll meet as we dine at that table-

strict Jewish? Angelic? Or pre-Abrahamic?

Shall they serve us from silver or common ceramic?

Being clay to the potter, an unfinished vessel

I leave all these questions for others to wrestle.

Yet there’s still one more realm I explore in conjecture:

the sounds at that gathering.  Classical?   Rock?

Unending revivalist Christian refrains?

Shall we headbang in heaven with glorified brains?

Psychedelic/Psychotic…? or  Handel and Bach?

(Lighten up. It’s the end of my bible-school lecture.

You’ve seen a few rooms of my castle-in-air,

and we ALL know it’s reggae they’re playing up there…)

Sitting in de street
Spitting out a reggae beat
Rollin up a sticky spliff
Jammin out a reggae riff
JAH knows I take the fattest hit
"**** this ****** is strong as ****!"
I see a glint in the eye of a guy
On de street, just passin by
He flicks some cash in me cup, and I begin to smile;
For in my heart of hearts I know, he feels my reggae style

I toiled then in Babylon
with a suit and black tie on
I forgot who it was that I called on
JAH the one true lord of love
Sits on HIS throne high up above
HE sent to me a holy dove
in its talons
Kush

I had not smoked since that night
The sight of it gave me a fright
but from the sky, a holy light!
A fatherly voice came down from a cloud
"Son this kush is hella loud
Smoke it well, and make me proud!"
so I packed a bowl
and smoked

The power of kush, it lifted me
This powerful plant HE gifted me
It mended that old rift in me
and I once again, was reggae.

Puffing from de chalice
I breathe the holy smoke
In JAH there is no malice
HE gives me only hope

I once was lost
Like an island boy at sea
I once was blind
But through HIM, I now do see

Yes, I was a bald head
Working for the man
But when my locks grew thick with dread
I saw the lord JAH's plan

HE set for me a holy task
and gave me herb to smoke
Within HIS holy light I bask
from HIS bush I ****

To spread HIS love across the earth
that is my only joy
and once HIS love encircles its girth
will I cry tears of soy.