ethiopia
29.03.2006., srijeda
Jamaican Poetry
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MY LAST JAMAICAN GIRL As my eyes water My dreams of love, turn to fear The closer we get, the farther I want to be I can't take a chance of being hurt again I am not that strong When I fall in love, I give you my heart to hold I leave myself vulnerible, trust I depend on you If you ever let go, I will be lifeless You say you love me I believe you do, but not as much as I need I can't share your love, I'm not that giving I think you know that you want it to end I can't give you what you want You ask for so much, you know I don't have it I wish you didn't need it, it hurts to say no I've ruined your dreams and mine You want me to marry you But to commit, I expect more The longer I've known you, the more mysterious you've become Those nights, those calls, I wish I knew of Honesty just lost its meaning You tell me to believe you I know what I've heard, but you tell me different I've seen proof, you say I'm crazy I can't take a chance with my heart I will be losing the most incredible woman A Jamaican queen, reggae's finest dancer Rastamen's delight, a Asian man's angel She is more than I can handle I wish I could take the chance To ask you for your hand I'm too careful, too used Old men have hearts still, you know? THE RASTA YEARS As the wind blows thru my dreadlocks Caressing my Jamaican face De-ja vu feelings take me back To a distant time and place To a time of Rastafari And Iya-binghi chants A time of ital living Before my heart transplant Before I fled to Babylon To chase an American dream Before I lost my passion My youth and self-esteem Back then I was a warrior Proud, fierce and strong Relentless in my struggles A righteous Rasta man I remember Rasta brethren Youth and elder dreads And Rastafari sisters In colorful tie-heads Going to Rasta meetings Dreads stuffed under tams Rasta celebrations JahLoveMuzik jams Back then things were cheaper But funds were always low Still we dressed so regal You would never know Yes those were the lean years When I ‘n I was poor But idrin shared with idrin And no one kept a score Some would have a spliff to share Some a chalice load Some ital food or change to spare Before man hit the road Now those days are far long gone And the ways we used to live And a different struggle pushes me on In a land that don’t forgive I struggle now with paying rent A phone bill and car note Winter’s high utility rates And wifey’s new fur coat Times and places all have changed But memories still remain Of Rasta vibes and Rasta lives That I’ll never see again Yes, as a cool breeze filters through My graying natty dread I glimpse a life that I once knew And a Rasta tear is shed. |