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Sometimes you realize at the end of the day just how many lives you've touched, some with hugs others bruises. Not really sure what led me down this road, destroying relationships, damaging friendships. Not even sure I know how to make it up to those who entrusted me with their love and friendship. I do know that there is still a whole heap of love in this heart of mine. Took the love of a real good woman and a few close friends for me to see that I'm not the inhuman, non-emotional entity that I have been living like for far too long.

Just my two cents.....

Jah Courtney

Apologies

Of all things we are supposed to have learned to do better than previous generations; of all the ways we as youth feel we have surpassed them, how is it some of us still call Woman bitches instead of endearing to them the titles and names most so richly deserve? ie... Princess, Empress and Goddess... Even the worst ...share little in comparison to the female dog...

And since you may not be aware which one is my wife, daughter, mother, sister, aunt, cousin and niece, please take a second moment and just simply smile. It would brighten their day and yours. Plus it's just plain good exercise.

JAH love and... guide


Just my two cents.....

Jah Courtney

Pen In Hand...

And still I write.
Write to forget.
Write to revive.
Write to relive.
Write to fulfill.
Write to love.
Right to love.
And still I write.



Just my two cents.....

Jah Courtney

In The Secret Place Shall I Call To Thee

It has been a long time
from that which brought us into
remembrance.
Longer still from that
which set us each
on this road
separately.
But length of days
only strengthens my resolve;
makes more firm each footstep.
And still from time to time
I go down on my knees
and give thanks
for the solace
that each new day brings.

I had been lost a good while;
the world, my world
seemed destined to be
devoid of light.
Yet in the distance,
in the far off distance
beyond sight of these fleshy eyes;
a flicker only to be felt
in my soul.
In my spirit did I know your name.

And on your name
do I call all the day;
All the days of my life
do I call your name.
For it has called to me
and still calls to me
to raise up to witness;
to lift up to witness
the glory thereof.
Oh what a mighty thing
this love.



Just my two cents.....

Jah Courtney

Today

I.
I am.
I am going to write a love poem.
And it will be simple.
Simple as the wind.
The wind that blows smoke from the north.
The wind that carries God's whispers
to raise Kings and also to
pierce the hearts of men.
It will be the lilt I hear in your voice
as I read your letter
sitting in dungeons of
solitude with contemptuous peoples.
It will be the sparkle I see in your eye
when I hear your voice
in the shadows of winter's first frost.
Or the scent of your fragrance
that fills me
in the place you last stood
right over there by the
lotus blossoms.
It will be in the sweet honey elixir,
gushing through me
bringing to remembrance
that smile and those lips
and all their promise.
I am going to write a love poem
because it has been too long
and soon will be again.

Jah C

My two cents...

Qualitative Analysis

When I was young, the more you drank, even swill, the more you were revered.
Today, give me one quality pint and the time to sip and enjoy.
When I was young, the more parties you attended, the more popular you were.
Today, all I need is one quality evening with friends and family to fill my cup.
When I was young, the more women you had, the more you "scored", the harder they jocked you.
Today, you can keep all your dime pieces and all your chicks.
Just give me a Goddess,
reverent and beautiful,
and I will take quantity of years.

Jah C

My two cents