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Turned Around

I am flying with fins

Sleeping while crossing the street

Walking with my fingers

Hearing melodies through my eyes

Seeking shelter from the rain with my hair

Uttering sentences backwards to a priest

Sprinting on my knees

This is what the world looks like

When we fight for peace

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Endless Summer

This is the beginning of forever summer

Forever laughter echoing through the lush valley

Day dreaming forever ideas

Hoping that forever dreams come true

Forever emotion fade into the soul

Forever wanting peace of mind

Because where there is forever, there is always hope

Because forever lasts longer than this endless summer.

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Sunday Ritual of Peace

Ohhh yes, its one of those Sundays, when you was to go sit on the hill top overlooking the emerald ocean, watch the sailboat glide into the beach, its white sails flapping gently in the wind. Marvel at the green trees with sprinkles of red flowers on them. Watch the shadows of seaweeds float back and forth in the ever moving surf.  Smile as boys and girls compete to see who had the best run up and dive into the warm waters. See the house that are built into the forestry, yes man, look at the cluster of buildings in the small city, it was that very place last Sunday when you sat and watched the fish swim in the habour. Squint your eyes as the sun bounced off the colourful roofs, inhale the fresh sea air, shift a little making yourself comfortable on the soft grass you sat on. Take a sip from the cold refreshing Mango juice you brought with you. Ahhh yes brother, another peaceful Sunday on the island.

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Good Morning World

Its a good day to wake up and smell the salt int the air. Watch the fishermen come in with the day’s catch. Watch the green leaves sway in the early morning breeze. Hear the parrots have a conversation in the forest behind the house. Listen to the birds whistle an unknown melody. Ahhh yes, Sunday morning, relax, simmer down and feel the peace.

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Good Marning Neighbouroooooo

This marning, I will walk to a far away place, where the hustle and bustle of the concrete jungle is not heard, and mother nature is enjoying the peace that comes to the earth when there are no human beings around. I will find a path, where the leaves rain down on the inviting trail, so I can take a walk on a rainbow created by the season.

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A Little Food for Thought

Ahhhh yues sing dat me bredrin, we need some love and peace.

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Neighbourooooo, time for a stroll

Neighbourooooo, time for s stroll

Its a great morning for a stroll along the water front. Hear the ocean crash under the sea walls. Ahhh, the peace of morning tropical paradise, the colourful houses on the hillside, the blue, gray skies above the roof tops, Yes man, its a new day, a new moment, something tells me, today is going to be cool runnings.

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Good Marning me Neighbours

Good Marning me Neighbours

If waves could carry emotions
I would stand on the beach
Let the waves touch my toes
Watch surf retreat into the abyss
Hope they take the peace I feel
To every angry shore, every warring coast line
Touch the toes of one discontented soul
And as he travels this creation
Infect his village with serenity
And peace will spread like a plague
That no man can find the cure for

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Good Marning me Neighbours

Good Marning me Neighbours

I tell you what, its a good morning to be on the open sea, feel the breeze rush against your face, watch the boat cut through the tropical blue ocean, feel it bounce on the surface, smell the salt in the air, lay back and get lost in the blue and white sky, listing to the sails flapping in the wind. Its Sunday, peace day. Its time to relax and live while you are living.

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Surrender (October 1983)

Surrender (October 1983)

Surrender, surrender. Defeated before it began, freedom is make believe, lesson learned, you can’t fight for peace, the words fight and peace should never be in the same sentence. Just like the words hate and love. So we surrender, no choice, the sword is mightier than compassion, so I raise my had, and my soul escapes through my finger tips, and settles where the trickle down effects stops, right above the heads of the Third World peasants, seven feet up, seven feet down, that’s the poverty line, a giant left with his soul sitting on top his afro hairstyle, a spiritual man with freedom at the tips of his dreadlocks. Lets have freedom so we will never have peace.