On Children…©

BY KHALIL GIBRAN

Your children are not your children.
They are the sons and daughters of Life’s longing for itself.
They come through you but not from you,
And though they are with you yet they belong not to you.

You may give them your love but not your thoughts,
For they have their own thoughts.
You may house their bodies but not their souls,
For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow,
which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.

You may strive to be like them,
but seek not to make them like you.
For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.

You are the bows from which your children
as living arrows are sent forth.
The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite,
and He bends you with His might
that His arrows may go swift and far.

Let your bending in the archer’s hand be for gladness;
For even as He loves the arrow that flies,
so He loves also the bow that is stable.

 

Peace & Love,

Light..

 

Light..

Lady Sings The Blues…©

 

 

The Blues ain’t nothing But The Sun trying to Shine…

 

Feeling down, way down low,

not knowing where to turn,

or how to go.

 

Black and Blue-lonely too,

feeling like such a fool,

all grown, and never schooled

in matters of my Heart.

 

Longing to get high-

so high; to supply i and I

with the right wings I need to fly

and escape this limited existence

of estranged coincidence.

 

Hungering for attention,

a mirror, a real reflection-

in desperate need of affection;

a small dose will do-

just enough to see me through.

 

Oh! The absence of another’s presence,

the history and pure agony of it

leaves an aching, a waiting, a wanting

in my soul, that refuses to be filled

with just-anything.

 

It is time to be still, this I know,

a difficult pill to swallow,

when Ego wants to Go! Go! Go!

and give into the temptation

to persist in self-abnegation.

 

Defiant, defensive,

terrified of caving in,

freezes out tender feelings,

a battle ensues within.

 

Energy drains;

feels like I’m going insane

as I surrender to ancient fears and pains,

realising that they too are me, dying

to be acknowledged, and set free.

 

Enlightened, revelation dawns

forbidding, foreboding, clouds and storms;

reassuring vulnerabilities-

wizening out ambiguities, lets,

 

“And Still I Rise”

fresh air in.

 

A New Day arrives,

as rainbow coloured tears cry,

clearing grey skies,

gives way to golden rays

of sunshine, that throws my Soul

out, before me-Self-realised.

 

To this present, time

is where you find me

standing on the other side, Real Eyes In

That the Blues, the Blues ain’t nothing

But the Sun trying to Shine.

 

So maybe next time round,

when I am feeling upside down,

I will remember to let go, let God and pray-

and move my sweet behind

out of harm’s way!

Insperience, 2001

 

 

I am; not the contents…©

 

Secret Centres

In the spring

there is winter,

resting.

In the day-light

there is night-time,

patiently awaiting.

In my low and high drives

there is, at all times, the Inner Me,

secretly marvelling in,

each and every

moment of Being

in existence!

 

Insperience, 2004

 

Don’t let the struggle become our identity. We are more than what ‘happens’ to us; more than what people think of us, and more than we have come to believe we are. We are basically very good to the core, given a real and true shot at life..

Peace & Love,

Light..

 

 

 

 

 

God Blessed The Child ©

A poem:

The Child Within, a gift therein,

has been since The Beginning of our time-

before you, we, us became an I.

 

The Child’s Eyes Sees far and wide-

if you Let It Be your guide, it’s wise sunshine

will make you smile.

 

For The Child is both old and young,

a true champion that can make you Feel, instantly

revitalised and undone.

 

So if Your Child Inside lies wounded, denied,

in a shame that binds, heal its pain and regain re-cognition

through its Wonder- Filled Fountain of Youth-

Patiently awaiting You.

 

For you cannot enter into Self-Love’s glorious kingdom

until You first Come To Be as little children.

 

That is why di mans dem so vex,

that a gift so Heaven Sent, weren’t taught

to love and respect itself,

and as some wise soul once said,

 

“Hate yourself in the morning of your life

and by noon time, you’ll be hating everyone else.”

 

So, who God Bless, let no man curse-

and God Most Definitely Blessed, The Child,

so let us learn to Do and Be, Likewise.

Insperience, 2004

Peace & Love,

Light…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Sweet, but Street…©

SWEET, BUT STREET

She is a Child of Love,  a Street, but Sweet kind of Love-a Free Kind of Love that’s Real kind of Love.

Bathed in Positivity, She Is, because We Are, Her Beloved Children-and Her Mission? To Preserve All Her Precious Creations.

The Breath and Depth of Her Love, Informs the Heart of her Craft, of Fleshing out the bones, of the Mind Body & Soul, of all Her Mis-guided Relations.

Her Truth and Right Justice IS, exactly the same, and like Good Music, When it hits you, You Feel No Pain.

But don’t get confused thinking you can play Her Love for fool, for although She’s Sweet, She’s also Street, and Her Bittersweet Golden Rule?

“Who don’t Hear Must Feel.”

So treat Her Right, She’s your Queen, and Her Love Reigns Supreme.

Now, take Her hands, and let Her Take You to Your Sweet but Street, Life-longed for, Dreams…

Peace & Love,

Light..

 

Back In The Day…©

I have been revisiting the poems I wrote 14 years or so ago, of which I also used to perform on the poetry circuit in the late 90’s and early 20’s. Black on black crime was very much alive and kicking then. I would like to share one of those poems with you all. This poem came to mind this evening, brought into consciousness by these inner city youth cries; these Inner City Blues, if you like…Here goes,

Mother-Lover

Back in The Day we lived large, 
played hard-unconditionally loved
by the Great Mother; self-loving in Her Nature.

Then it came to pass,
a mean spirited, player hating, cold chill farce
held Her Sons to ransom; claimed Her, then raped Her.

Now Her sweet Sons don’t shine like before,
their throats are sore, from the pressure she applied
to hold them back, until such time
Vision was restored.

And as time passes by, memory fades;
whilst some of Her Sons still re-members
The Day, others buckle under the mental health strain;

Some becoming more like Gangcesters,
dis-membering, everything, both big and small
that resembles themselves at all.

But Her Love is Pure, She both under and over stands
that the rage like fire burns strong
and is still in need of being undone,

So Her offspring’s may sing
a more reparative redemption song
and like Eagles fly East-Homeward bound;
forward out of this, Babylon.

And then, The Right Time Come,
and the Grand Mother bawl-‘Fire a ga bun!
Go get ‘em Son! Regain your rightful positions!’

And with nuff love ina dem Hearts,
Her Truth upon their Tongues, their Quest?
To cut away all falsehoods from this-
Her kingdom.

So, “Fret not yourself my brothers” (sing)

The Mother Loves us ever so much,
and as a Matter of Cause, is oh so Desirous of us
to find the Will to Live and Love.

So Remember, as it was in the beginning
So we shall be in the end; Her Sons shining,
like the phoenix Forever Raising-
again and again and again.

Amen

Denise Marcia James, aka Insperience, 2004

 

 

 

 

 

 

Inner City Blues…Make me wanna holler..©

Holler! The following is a Post I wrote on Facebook (and expanded on here that bit further) following this weeks’s-and year-spate in black on back knife and gun crime. At the time of writing this (07/04/2018) there have been 55 causalities:

An analogy: So, say you have a disease like cancer and the doctors’ try to heal it by keep giving you operations on your arm, where there is absolutely no cancer…Or the doctors’ tries to treat it by giving you lots of pain killers and sending you away, free of charge, on the most lovely of holidays. Will the person recover from the cancer? A cancer that is already at a life threatening stage? Would they? You will agree with me that for the cancer to stand a good chance of being cured the doctor’s would have to go to the root of the cancer and work on it from there, and then they can give the pain killers and holidays etc as other aspects of the treatment; you may call these measures preventative-i.e. working toward keeping the cancer in remission. Other preventive and recovery measures may include life style changes. You still with me? Ok, THE SAME THING APPLIES TO THE INCREASE IN KNIFE AND GUN CRIMES AND THE YOUTHS DYING WAY BEFORE THEIR TIME. It is hardly rocket science!

Measures to resolve this ongoing crisis have to come from all different angles as well as be about working to identify, clearly name, and get at the root causes of this issue first becoming epidemic. This problem of neglecting to start from there- from the root cause- is a thing that is generally missing and extremely wide spread in this broken world. The world and its people find it hard to look directly at root causes, take them seriously, and ACT. Politicians for example are experts at evading the issues and playing ‘point the finger and cast aspersions’ game. EXPERT. And somehow we expect the youths, who looks to us from the very moment they come out of the womb into this ready made world, to behave differently! Madness!

As the following quote says: ” It is not when mankind will learn, but WHEN mankind will ACT on what it already knows.

History repeats, personally, collectively, across generations and globally because we have not learned what we need to learn. To me that should be the point of History lessons in schools- to learn from the past mistakes of the previous generations. When it comes to what the root causes are all those pieces of research have already been done and sits gathering dust not being picked up enough, especially at the level of government. This world is crying out for change; for change in the old ways of seeing and dealing with things/issues. This world is screaming out for a paradigm shift that righteously overthrows the old order that never truly worked for every-man, just a privileged few, who historically have worked feverishly hard and fought tirelessly to keep its ‘one dimensional, shortsighted, greed-infested systems and structures’ wheels turning and very much in place. Makes me wanna holler and throw up both my hands…as Marvin Gaye sang in his very poignant-and still currently relevant, ‘What’s Going On’ album.

The word Government has GOVERN in it, and as Daniel Goleman points out in his book Emotional Intelligence,

” Leadership is not domination. It’s the art of persuading people to work toward a common goal.”

This is the paradigm shift needed; this is the new mindset needed, one that ensures, wherever possible, everyone wins. There cannot be peace and true prosperity on earth until this new order reigns supreme – as supreme as this outdated and worn out current world dis-order does.

And the word Discipline comes from the word Disciple…meaning TO TEACH, not solely to beat. So going back to beating children and causing them to fear us as parents is not the answer either, and indeed people who solely relay on this kind of discipline and pedagogy, is very much part of the problem of inner city violence. Young people need firm and fair discipline, boundaries and displays of kindness; they need the adults in their charge to model the behaviour they expect the children to pick up. Children learn mostly from what adults do, not from what they say. We need to walk the talk as people in charge and in governance of the young. We need to model to them what authentic leadership looks like. Expecting children to embody qualities that we ourselves lack as caregivers, teachers, politicians and the like, is absolutely ludicrous. That is like expecting a child, and/or an adult for that matter, to know how to do algebra without ever being taught and/or shown how. Madness!!

Just had to shout out my way of looking at and understanding this crisis; just very simple food for much needed thought.

And let us remember to keep the faith and lift hope up high, as we need that Light to fight the dark in these very troubled and dis-eased times, as well as keep hope and faith alive when universal law forcibly carries us, kicking and screaming, into a new and more humane social order. As Malcolm X said, as he himself was opening to this new shift in perspective and therefore consciousness within himself, which I believe was the thing that brought about his demise:

“No man truly understands until he wishes for his brother what he wishes for himself.”

So as I sign off, I leave you with the link to Marvin Gaye’s Inner City Blues, that has been playing in my mind since I begun to ponder on this subject and write this piece-

Marvin Gaye – Inner City Blues (Make Me Wanna Holler) – YouTube 

 

Peace & Love,

Light..