(Going to our place in Jamaica, there were a few little graves that were inset some trees. It was sad and inspiring at the same time. It was a common sight to see graves placed about.)
Three graves, side by side.
Lost in trees; known only by
Those who placed them there.
Birth date is the same,
As well as death dates; Each
Grave is two feet long.
A lone ship in the sea.
Sky high among ice berg clouds.
Navigating around the icy
Dangers that might harm us.
On the horizon, land blurs
Into the sky reaching as far
As infinity might dare.
But what happens in the land of Blur?
Do the monsters of the
night live there and
May leave only at night when
All the Earth is cast into Haze?
It is uncharted except by the
Souls lostin this sea, sky high.
Always just out of reach.
A destination unsure less you
Lose yourself in Haze and
Let the Monsters hold you.
Monsters can torment in these
Seas, Just the same.
Cabin rocking in
North-Western winds.
Souls of the sky making
Us rise and fall, lulling
A spell of sleep on passengers.
Poseidon allows passage.
Make berth on land for
Away, adventures await!
Under a red sky of curtains
Does the floor shift beneath feet.
Oblivious to danger do
Humans lives come and go.
Blissfully ignorant of worries
That infect the flux of the world.
Unable to part the sky when you
Cannot see light before you.
Voices mask colours of brilliance
With monotonous colours of gray.
Shapeless lives; blurring lines.
Open your eyes of you want to know
The world and care for it.
But get lost too far and
You will never be any help.
“Some things were meant to be so why not let them be
and stop worrying about it. As Long as we know what’s in our hearts,
We know our inner thoughts,
no reason for concern, no.
..if you know that love is deep within
Why should you worry what the folks will say?
When they see me with you..”
ocho rios
Yendi Phillips
Break the egg… pour the yoke in a plate.
look what’s inside before
you prepare it…
Before you trust someone try to find out what’s inside them.
Yendi is soooo pretty!
Feel the rhythm! Feel the rhyme! Get on up, its bobsled time! COOL RUNNINGS!
