A Game Well Played At Last

I want to thank you for giving me back a piece of myself Father.  Took a lifetime, or at least the feel of one.  How many times before have my actions burdened you?  How many times have they scorned at your love?  I had disgraced myself a thousand times over and still yet you favoured me.  How I do give thanks.  Lessons learned through pain are difficult to forget.  But the wisdom borne on the other side is just.  At last a worthy opponent....


Just my two cents...
Jah C

--- Congolese saying

Soul and skin are linked: Soul can lead skin. Skin can call soul. Both soul and skin can be stolen or torn apart. Shun the man who would tear skin-for he is evil. But fear the man who steals the soul, for that man can steal stars from the sky.---  Congolese saying



Just my two cents...


Jah C

No More Tears

Just saying that a real woman would have had the decency to just come out and say what was truly on her mind.  No need to mask it behind feigned intrigue, care and/or love.  Much as you claim wholeness of spirit and completeness of worldly love, truth is justice.  Maybe it was never to be as it had once promised.  That is just.  That is a truth we can walk into proudly.  But waiting on the edge of the abyss, waiting for a light to shine that had no intention of shining, that is disdainful.  That hurt can not and will not be forgiven.  But what hurts most is knowing how much was given over to you.  That which can not be reclaimed.  And that for what it's worth, it was all taken for granted.  I blame myself for not knowing better and for having myself done the very same to one too many before.  Damn shame though, cause it was real.




Just my two cents...


Jah C

Now Is The Moment

I awoke with fear
And trembling, broken and still.
Now it is over.