BE ALERT TO OVER-IDENTIFICATION... Eye am obliged to share with You all... > Subject: Re: BE ALERT TO OVER-IDENTIFICATION!> To: leroyclarke@hotmail> > My Dear Blessed Brother and Father,> I have no sane response to your message of sanity, love, logic and kindness; except my spirit knows what must be done. I go on. Sincerely > Wayne Kublalsingh Allow me...Greetings, Brother Wayne... There you are, my Brother, in one sentence, aptly presenting yourself, absent to the reality you engaged at first! Can you Note how succinctly, the Solemnity of your initial purpose has quietly decayed, and with it, a province of shadows has descended on your Soul! My Brother, is there courage enough to chance it, and to see: Will One who is becoming the obverse spectre in that Phantasmagoria, heed to know, according to GRANNY, the difference between his arse from his elbow! But those were the days, religious as she was; Philosophy was the Yeast of the Bread she kneaded! Hardly likely... but, what upends, will see him first, fizzle into the laughable mists of myth... Do you remember Don Quixote! Tell me, have you reflected on the Windmills he had been commissioned by his Spirit to charge? And those were days, yet more enchanted by chivalry and romance... no matter the ravishment of famines and wars...then, clasped hands in earnest, were nobly held, crests of faith! The situation here, and now is at a declined to an utter-less pit, navigated by vainglorious vagabondage. Wantonness with all manner of attending exploiting tactics have taken us to a frenetic splay of celebrating Christmas in August-September right on to December is waist and breast, is Parang-Parang completing raging circle of playing Mas all year round! We are overtaken by an unsolvable, greedy power that is wont to extremes that will devour it eventually! Breds, you must be aware of the coward swell/smell of unscrupulous and uncanny mentors that may well appoint you their Saint! May Eye remind you that this place has long been portrayed as DOUENDOM... Believe me, Breds, this is not a nice place... We are not a nice people... We have the penchant for being impossible to be serious... After all, our major authorship is MAMAGUY... Where else in the World! Asked our Calypsonian, Cro Cro... We laugh when we see people get kill! Hello, are you hearing me! Eye am you, your very self, but Eye holding on...the sound of their wares will not deafen me! Eye pressing on, in my own shoes, no tenant will Eye be in my own Dreams! Act… do not re-act... Can a little mite of an ounce of you really get a glimpse of You in the midst of “The what for what sakes...” Take heed, my Brother, fend the heavy temptations that beset you... FEND IT! GET UP AND WALK… Be the Poet who sees light and touches it, rather than become the Fossil in a Clowns Mask! The Chilean Poet assures us: We are few... We are many! Granny say to tell you: She know how de Mountain so high, yuh cayr get over it, to low tuh get under it; too wide tuh get around it! But she say, up wid the blasted Rock! Christ says: look Boy, Faith held in a grain of mustard seed is enough! Blake says: See Eternity in a grain of Sand... Eye say: Who yuh want to re-chart de Ruin and piece it back together again! No body else but we-self, so get up an git... We have plenty more work to do... TEACH... The Word is Yours to be uttered... Daddy Clarke used to say: It is your Bonded Duty! Martyrdom in the quarry of fools, their ears and heart as deaf as stones, has no affinity whatsoever with salvation that has long withered in the thralldom of dogs eating up their own dogs among spoiled tempers ravaged by impotence! Come on noble One, with your last ounce of dignity, get up... RISE UP AND WALK... What a lesson the whole World awaits! God Bless... Your Brother... Chief of a Tribe of The One LeRoy Clarke, Poet and Master Artist... The Elder, Chief Ifà Ojè Won Yomi Abiodun
Posted on: Thu, 16 Oct 2014 08:50:44 +0000
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