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Showing posts with label Life's Journey. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Life's Journey. Show all posts

Tuesday, September 27, 2011

Linden: Age of Innocence

Linden: Age of Innocence

copyright 2011 K. Omodele

Gentle breeze hoists clouds, lifts away a storm
Parakeets chat harmonize innocence
Boats glide lazily 'pon a black river stream

Sun-molten, tar road winds thru innocence
Trains haulin' bauxite ricket up a storm
Three times each day a horn bellows a stream

Now time's rolled by like that black river stream
did glide. Life's a bowed coconut tree in storm
which snap-whips all semblance of innocence.

copyright 2011 K. Omodele

Monday, September 26, 2011

Still I Rise: Giving Thanks


Haile Gebrselassie during FBK-Games 2009Blessed Love. Today I begin my New Year and so I man rise giving thanks to the Almighty for granting one more earthly revolution around the sun. In striving for Balance, I realize that this Journey called Life is not a hundred- meter dash but much like a marathon in which endurance is paramount- so I approach the race less like Usain Bolt and more like Haile Gebrselassie - with great stride and diligent pace.

One lesson I've learned is how to cherish moments, even as time rushes by like a tormented stream. I make concentrated efforts to breathe-in, internalize experiences and feel the moments. I am grateful for everyone who shares, or has shared, my journey in some point along the way.

I Arise every time I stumble. I rise, brush off, reveling in this journey, knowing both great joys and pains, embracing the warming sun and facing pelting rains. Mek each experience stimulate growth and development because stagnation is death.

Jah Bless each and every one, collectively.
There are over six billion people on Jah Earth...There is only ONE LOVE!

Build more bridges; less walls and fences. This is my New Year.

"When the truth awakens in you, you can't do anything but accept the truth." ~ Bob Marley








Thursday, September 1, 2011

Pressure Creates Diamonds

 Pressure Bursts Pipes

One evening on the football pitch, a man is standing, lining up a penalty kick to win the match. Seconds balance on a ledge as he bores a glare into the ball and a next man bawls out from the sideline, "Preshah Buss Pipe," the sound echoing around off trees, walls, and in the minds of man and man.

Nuff times in life, nights seem never ending. At some point in time, the verb and noun "struggle" morphed into a proper noun, "The Struggle", the emphasis worn on the backs of "Strugglahs/Strugglers." Often, the burden bends and eventually breaks some of them backs. But the same hardships or preshah that buss pipe, that said pressure creates diamonds.


Unit cell of the diamond cubic crystal structure                    Pressure Creates Diamonds


Carbon is a mineral and diamonds are allotropes of carbon, which only means it is the same carbon existing in another form. Oh by the way, Carbon is abundant in and about and all throughout the Universe. It's found in all living things, all in me and you. The interesting thing 'bout diamonds is that they are formed over millions of years, by high-intense pressure and molten temperatures deep down in the earth. These extreme measures change the structure of carbon, hardening it and adding the illustrious qualities that make diamonds. This new carbon structure's (diamond) superlative hardness, strength and density allows for little impurity. Purity and transparency, combined with its structural rigidness makes a diamond reflect light with luster. This is why a diamond sparkles and shines.

So now, see how a lump of coal (contains carbon) is formed into a tough, beautiful gem? The same preshah that buss pipe is that said pressure wha'  create diamonds. For us, the difference is in how we react; our response indicates whether we folding, leaking down di drain when things tough; or, if we coming sparkling like diamonds, fresh out di rough and harder than any natural material. This is how Bredren and Sistren SHINE, despite and in spite of adversity...Strive to come in as a gem. Yuh done know... BLING, naturally.



SANDY, UT - JUNE 18: Kyle Beckerman #5 of Real...Image by Getty Images via @daylifeOh, and the penalty kick...
"PRESHAH MEK DIAMOND, " the brother  answer back right after lacing the ball in the right V*. Shine on mi bredren. Shine on!









*V the corner of the goal where the crossbar and the post meet.

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Friday, July 15, 2011

Silent Violence


Silent Violence
by Kaya Omodele 11-15-07

Lonely bird in a cage croons longingly
Day by day his tune sours, dims to a wail
Until one night his heart bleeds of silence

Caged and draped in only a muffled wail
Shivering, wings fractured, hauntingly silent
Languishes… Laments…Sighs longingly

One final breath, discomforting silence
Peaceful now? Finally, no more wailing?
No pain? Sorrows dry? No further longing?

Forget singing; I know why a caged bird
wails. Silence is Violence.
Copyright K. Omodele 2007
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Sunday, April 3, 2011

March 27...(Comfort of Fools)

copyright 2011 K.Omodele for The Abeng

A new beginning...


her sashay graced the catwalk
snatched his thought,
suspending his breath
on a climatic ledge
...
gripped his stone-flint heart
and struck a SPARK!


the river-walk in Augusta
arms en-wrapping arm
skin caressing skin
sun-warmed hearts coddling
prom dates whisper in spring
soft kisses dripping promises
of life-long tomorrows
filled with never-ending,
early-morning pillow talk
and private sabbatical reasonings
interpreting Love and contemplating Life...
love of a lifetime
learning through life, time
growing, graying
soul intertwining soul
...
but
tomorrow
never
came
and the promise
comforted only the fools
Jah knows, their yesterdays crept in the way...

copyright 2011 K.Omodele for The Abeng




Friday, October 8, 2010

Omodele: The Son Also Rises



copyright 2010 K. Omodele

Sunrise is a gold-smeared promise, with its hint of anticipation. Day clean; a new slate; a rebirth, like Spring, except The Son is only a day older. He's excited as he embraces each Dawn- a time to briefly contemplate then bury yesterday's mistakes. Can't undo what has been done. (Did Basquait ever erase smudges; did he cover smears?)

Sunrise is a vernal whisper cascading over dying winter silence. It blankets the algid night and its dew-draped freshness inspires, murmuring, "Today is a new day." Pond water steadily slushing over stagnant stones is his mantra, persistence will eventually form, shape and mold the unyielding. "Life is change; stagnation is death."

The Son rises with the sun. He rises like the sun...With the confidence worn by a warrior who has trodded through a hail of brimstone and gunfire, he meditates over his canvass, lifts his chin and continues painting the rest of Life's Journey...



Tuesday, November 3, 2009

Death of a Soul, man




Copyright 2007 K. Omodele

At what point does a soul wither and drop?
Like rotten fruit from an ill-fated tree
The result of youthful intrepid plots
whose sole regal intent screamed, "LOOK! I BE."

What event led to the poor soul's demise?
Severed from his roots- a long stemmed Black Rose
Did volcanoes erupt in blood-fire eyes?
Time is a-grinding while youth decompose




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