Saturday 31 December 2011

31.12.11


I’ve rested on pillows of fantasy dreams this year
Cried shredded ribbon tears
That ties together factual lies
I’ve spoken satin words that I do regret
Lost compasses on the journey to self
Rested on glass shelves that always seemed to shatter
Turned my heart into boring blank black t.v screens
Recycled breaths of misconceptions
And choked on misguided ambitions
365 days have passed
The abundance of those things that I still don’t understand
Overwhelming
I look towards the hours that are coming towards me
Bringing a package that is a new year
With eyes of hope
And some hate
For the unexpected tends to often disappoint those that are expecting greatness
I’m hoping that the bowed 365 days provide some proximity to clarity
That these days hold parlance that may deter from transgressions
May they hold sweetness that can rotten infernal teeth away
I’m hoping these 365 days hold lessons of love and freedom
That I can take and digest and regurgitate in the form of floods
I’m hoping these 365 days may permit me to flood the world with love and freedom

Copyright ©2011
 
[  lets flood the world with love and freedom this year]
--Love and Freedom
---Kerry-Ann Davis

Friday 30 December 2011

I'll Go Home One Day


Home is where the heartsong is - Arielle John

 
--Family, we'll hold hands one day and rejoice and dance to the song of love and freedom--
--I love you Mama--

[i do NOT own the shown image]
--Love and Freedom
---Kerry-Ann Davis

To: Wanting To Be Me/ To: Wanting To Be Real




--This is my current state of mind--

"Oh Jerusalem yeah, oh Jerusalem, oh Jerusalem, oh Jerusalem...

Realizing that there's no place else to go
And there's nobody I know who can help me
Text book solutions are so improbable
Cause everybody else is just as empty
Naked as the day that I was born, I tried to hide
...behind education and philosophy
Hopeless explanation to describe a situation
I can't see because the world's on top of me
Oh wretched man that I am, who will deliver me
From the body of this death
Freeing me from dust, and the superficial trust
Of an enemy that seeks to take my breath
Failing to connect, cause I'm morally defect
By reason of the God inside my head
Causing me to see, only what pertains to me
Believing I'm alive when I'm still dead
Limited to earth, unable to find out my worth
Cause I... can't see past my own vanity
If I'm not included, then I just have to remove it
From my mind because it has to be in sanity
Oh wretched man that I am, who will deliver me
From the body of this death
Can I even factor, that I've only been an actor
In this staged interpretation of this day
Focused on the shadow, with my back turned to the light
Too intelligent to see it's me in the way
What a paradox, having God trapped in a box
All this time professing to be spiritual
Naturally pretending, that I'm actually defending
God through my facade don't need material

Oh Jerusalem, wash thy heart from wickedness
That thou may be saved from thy deception
How long, shall thy face those lies within thee
Oh Jerusalem, keeping thee from perfection

Submit to truth, leave the deception of thy youth
So we could walk in the council of authority
Forget the proof, our generation so aloof
Only follow in the steps of the majority
Trust in the Lord, with all thy heart
And lay not to thine, oh an understanding in all thy ways
Acknowledge Him, and He shall correct our paths
Be not wise in thine own eyes and you can follow him
We judge and condemn, just as ignorant as them
Who religion tells us that we should ignore
Perpetrating we're in covenant with Him
Exposed by the very things that we adore
We grin and shake hands, then lay ambush for the man
Who has a different point of view then us
Infuriated cause he doesn't understand
Bringing up those things we don't want to discuss
Why still do evil, we don't know how to do good
Walking on in darkness running from the light, ey
Led to believe, because we live in neighborhoods
Telling us what's going on will be alright
Oh so repressed, so convinced that I was blessed
When I played with my game of Monopoly
Oh to suggest, that my life is still a mess
Who reveal the pride I'm hiding is what's stopping me

Oh Jerusalem, wash thy heart from wickedness
That thou may be saved from thy deception
How long, shall thy face those lies within thee
Oh Jerusalem keeping them from perfection

Abide in me and I in you, as the branch cannot bare
...fruit of itself except in the vine
I am the vine, ye are the branches, He's in live in me
And I in him, the same bring forth much fruit
Without me, you can do nothing
Oh Jerusalem, you're traditions have deceived you
I've chosen you, you haven't chosen me
Do whatsoever, you asking my name he may give to you
But in vain they call my name
teaching doctrines just the same
Justified among themselves
But God know with the heart, what man esteemed as smart
Is an abomination to Emmanuel
Just repent, turn from selfish motivation
So iniquity will not cause your demise
Make you a new heart and a new spirit
...for why would he die
Oh Jerusalem, please tell me why
I have no pleasure in the death of him to die
Says the Lord God where forth turn yourselves and live
It's not the talkers, but the walkers and his word
Are the only ones the Father will forgive

Oh Jerusalem, wash thy heart from wickedness
That thou may be saved from thy deception
How long, shall thy face those lies within thee
Oh Jerusalem, providing you no protection

Oh Jerusalem... "

--Lauryn Hill 

Recycling



[still searching for love and freedom]
--i pray Love and Freedom finds you wherever you're reading this
---Kerry-Ann Amanda Davis

Saturday 24 December 2011

Trinidadian Artist: Isasha


[on the eve of Christmas i cant stop listening to this song]

Thursday 22 December 2011

To: Good Vibes and Good Friends


"When true friends meet in adverse hour;
'Tis like a sunbeam through a shower.
A watery way an instant seen,
The darkly closing clouds between."
- Sir Walter Scott

20.11.11


Hate the way that life sands your skin down
And forces you to feel everything that’s pounding against your body for attention
Oh and I forgot to mention
That I hate the way that life sets fire to everything around you and forgets to teach you how to adjust to the new threatening temperature
I hate the way life makes it easy for curse words to flow out of you
Like eff you
And yeah bitch! You too!
The way it stamps on your desire to be pretty
The way it lifts you up and then places you on a cloud of hypocrisy
The way you’re forced into role playing
Playing the unfazed one
When shit really fazes you
The way that life wrongfully places fantasy shades on the eyes of an audience
And nobody notices
I hate the way life sucks the joy out of everything with selfish straws
And leaves you lost in a story you can no longer seem to understand
And the way it identifies and magnifies too small of situations into much bigger things
And forces malign grudges and grievances into your veins
Forcing heart to recycle hate
I hate how life distorts love
Shading in shades of grey that aren’t easy to deal with
With the absence of anything harmonic
And makes intrinsic score sheets of palms and hearts irrelevant and useless
Less than easy to deal with
……..To be continued

Copyright ©2011
 
--Love and Freedom
---Kerry-Ann Davis

15.11.11


What is a prayer?
And who can teach you how to pray?
Paying dues to a God nobody knows exists really
A God
A Christ that has been christened by Christians into reality
Do the prayers said in churches dry guilt away like comforting towels after being forced to dance in sinister showers?
Does prayer work?
Is prayer effective?
Who justifies all the rewritten and repainted contradictions?
And who or what conditions souls into affirmations of the half truths?
What type of prayer is necessary to set fire upon the UN-understandable situations
And disrupt the divine chronology of events?
Could a God exist when puppet masters have been left to become too popular and familiar among ignorant innocent children?
When people are fooled daily by hungering politicians
When lives are made ephemeral at sounds of triggers being pulled by desensitized ones
Who were once taught how to love
What God is there in a place where things change but stay the same?
What is a prayer anyway?
What prayer can give one some solace
I don’t know who knows…  

Copyright ©2011
 
--Love and Freedom
---Kerry-Ann Davis

11.12.11


I carry broken hearts that aren’t mine around with me.
In me.
Sometimes on shoulders that try to offer support,
But often fail
Knowledge of some sort of dexterity that can provide me with the capacity to heal their brokenness,
Absent
Instead all I know,
Is how to love

I shed tears inwardly
Daily for these broken hearts
And I often wish that if I hold them in my arms and cradle them securely and close enough
They may find some healing
They don’t
I wish some foreign practice of monotheism may provide some sort of amnesty in an attempt to revamp their hearts
That never happens

Someone tell me,
How does the keeper of these hearts begin to pray to a god at a moment she’s unsure exists
Answer me this,
How do I begin to wean or teach these broken hearted ones about prisoners and forgiveness?
I don’t know a lot
But I know that broken hearts of others make me cry

CRY CRY BABY!
Cry lullabies of rock-a-bye-bye baby rhymes
To aching babies
I cannot lie to you and lift you up
Up up out of here and cradle you away from all that is pandemonium
No offering of fake realities or fake apologies
I’m so sorry baby that hearts break
And I’m sorry that some heartbreaks are hard to heal
I’m sorry I have no healing
Here’s my offering
A postbox heart of love
Mail me your stories babies
I promise I’ll hold on to them tightly
I promise to carry them around with me
I pray your broken hearted letters find a home there
I pray you find a home there

......

All that is sinister to hearts
Until we find a healing
And something more than these rock-a-bye-bye baby lullabies
All that is sinister I bid you NO well
I bid you kNOw well

Copyright ©2011
 
--Love and Freedom
---Kerry-Ann Davis