Even if i had only one more day
I'd live my life right i swear i would,
I would find a way to love everyday,
and all people as i should
And as they walk let them talk
Let them talk about yesterday
Standing alone,
mounting their sin upon sin
With nothing within
People if i had only one more time to groove
People if i had only one more time to move,
I'd let my soul groove
Live it up, live it up,
No you can't(can) go on forever
Live it up, live it up, ya can't (can) go on forever
People if i had only one more day
I'd live my life right i would
I would find a way to love everyday,
All people as i should
And as they walk let them talk
Let them talk about yesterday
Dreaming alone, yes i wish the best for you,
Now what you gonna do?
Live it up, live it up you can't(can) go on forever
No you can't(can) go on forever
Jah jah kingdom forever
Monday, June 9, 2014
Ode to a city in the sun, with it’s back to it
How shall I go in peace, without sorrow?
No!
Not without a
wound to the spirit shall I depart from this city.
Long have been the moments
of pain and joy I have spent within its walls, and long have been the nights of
loneliness and solitude.
Who can depart from his loneliness and pain and joy and
love, without regret?
For too many fragments of my spirit have I scatted within
your walls, too many children of my thoughts and longings walk through your
hills.
How am I to leave them behind without an ache, without a
burden? For at this moment of departure, it’s not a garment I shed, but a skin
that I reap with my own hands.
For it is not a thought or a longing that I leave behind,
but a heart that has been made and remade sweet, by hunger and thirst that it
can not see.
Yet I can’t hang around anymore. I am no longer a welcomed guest
of the custodians of the city
What higher form of disrespect, than a guest that overstays
his visit? Will he not be treated with contempt? Shall his privileges not be
taken from him?
No! I can’t stay hia anymore.
For the sea that calls all, calls me and I must embark.
For to stay,
though the hours burn in the night, is to freeze and crystallize and be bound.
Yet to leave and look back is to disrespect the sea, her who promises to wave
me to new dwellings or perhaps even back to my city of birth.
How I wish I could take all that is in this city with me.
But how can I? Can the smoke lift the herbs that produce it? Can my voice carry
the lips and tongue that gave it wings? Does not the phoenix without the nest
fly across the sky? No! Nothing can be taken from this city, not even her
memories.
Oh what sorrow, such joy.
Now I over stand, the deeper that sorrow curves into your
being, then the more joy you can contain. Realize that, that which gives you
joy is the same that gives you sorrow, and when you weep see the truth that,
that which you weep has been your delight. And as such, the balances of these
keep the city intact.
And my soul too.
Farewell my beloved
city, farewell, my refuge at that time, my hope of end times, sorrow of this
time and joy for all time. Farewell.
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