#jah
Sun, Moon, & Stars /
In The Cabinet of Creation /
Formed to exalt The Cosmo-Plexus. /
Jehovah, did you /
Form all to be loved? /
I believe you did create /
All people to know /
& to love. /
—Love is all, /
Love is beauty, & beauty is love. /
Hearken to the ethereal resonations /
Loveless vore. /
Jehovah is all to some, /
He is my Heaven, He is my Earth, /
He is my Moon, He is my Sun, He is my Sacral Polaris. /
Perhaps a paramour /
Might be fitting to some. /
However, even when loveless, /
I am not enfeebled. /
—I am power. /
(—Se’ lah)
07-26-2025
Aug 23, 2025
Aug 23, 2025 at 4:01 PM UTC
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.
May 28, 2025
May 28, 2025 at 1:32 PM UTC
If only she knew
If only she knew,
The kind of affection I grew,
After that night,
I must be a knight,
To fight for her love,
I feel devoted to her love,
I wish to call her fidelia,because of her fidelity,
Her eyes,
Her lips,
Made me look like I’m mad,
But no I am bad,
B’cos I can’t keep away,
It’s like I’m going astray,
I want to be her inamorato,
If only you knew my motto,
She is like a rapture,
She captures my soul with her nice stature,
If only she knew,
How willing I am to give her my heart,
I wish to give you all of me,
So all you need is to trust me,
And give me your heart,
You brought me sunshine,
Which made my day bright and I knew you were mine,
I am no more in darkness,
Oh my goodness,
How I wish you could read my mind,
And find,
The secret behind my acts
Only if you knew,
I believe you won’t have kept me waiting!
#writtenBY✍️
*JaMhiel Young☝️❤️
Aug 29, 2019
Aug 29, 2019 at 7:39 PM UTC
Jah Bless Me
Stick by Me
Princess Gone
Roots Alone
Pass the Pipe
No Coke Pipe
I Need More
Songs of Praise
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Give Jah Praise
I Believe
I Found Love
Rock and Groove
Ring Ding Ding
The Right Thing
I Shall Sing
Move along
Feb 1, 2019
Feb 1, 2019 at 3:52 PM UTC
Oh La La
Si Ma Ya
Zig Zawya
Big in Bed
Paint It Red
The Whole World
Yes Mi Friend
Feel So Good
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Highest Grade
By your Side
Half Way Tree
Never See
All my Life
All of Me
Party Time
Happy Home
Feb 1, 2019
Feb 1, 2019 at 7:15 AM UTC
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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…)
Sep 10, 2015
Sep 10, 2015 at 10:27 PM UTC
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
May 19, 2015
May 19, 2015 at 12:27 PM UTC
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.
Apr 16, 2015
Apr 16, 2015 at 11:00 PM UTC
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.
Apr 16, 2015
Apr 16, 2015 at 10:18 PM UTC
Would JAH be proud?
This kush is hella loud.
Is JAH smiling down?
Or does he look with a frown?
For I have been told
by boss men of old
That I had smoked the lettuce of the devil.
Dec 6, 2014
Dec 6, 2014 at 12:41 AM UTC
bout tree years ago
me planted me seed in me wife
me wife looked like a a tird babylon
had grown on er tomach
bout a year ago
she **** out a rastafarian mon
and de babylon disapeared
me say me tink es ugly
how should me give em away
me tink me give em back to jah
me gona leave im in da cah
and bake em like da ganga
ee almost went back to jah
me wife say wat was u tinkin
me say me didnt no
she say how me be so dum
me say me smoke a ton
she say ow much is dat
me say it be alot
she say ow much is alot
"like, dis much"
(me old out me hands to show)
Dec 2, 2014
Dec 2, 2014 at 10:57 PM UTC
imagine five undred tousand tampons
imagine ow much moisture dey would absorb
imagine all de bajinas, imagine the smell they would make.
i love me ganga, it makes me imagine
Dec 2, 2014
Dec 2, 2014 at 10:39 AM UTC
me wish me wasnt a trucker
me wish me had 5 foot dreads
me ave to act like a trucker
and pucker me lips for me wife
me wish me was on de island
where all de noises is silent
we wish me could dig for diamonds
and smoke all de ganga me wish
and eat dead fish of de road
be broke like a true reggae mon
me wish me was never born
because me never gona be a reggae boy
me hart is as torn as me cloth.
me want to love a reggae woman
and implant me reggae seed.
and grow me some reggae children
and show dem da way of de ganga
me wish.
love reggae.
Dec 2, 2014
Dec 2, 2014 at 10:34 AM UTC
me lungs aint pure wit out ganga
me mind aint pure wit out rasta
who be in my basement?
da rasta mon who stole me bank statement.
why he steal me bank statement
only jah will know.
me tird leg ain pure wit out soap
me arm peets aint pure wit out soap
soap is da purest
jah supply us wit soap
tank u jah
we like da soap u supply
we do not deny
here id de reggae household
jah.
J
A
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Dec 2, 2014
Dec 2, 2014 at 10:25 AM UTC