A Ballad To Makeda

Protectress destroyer of the devourer
determined believer exalted
devoted attender of Jerusalem
Expensive gifts imported
Anonymous unblemished innate seducer
with charisma men ensnared
Abundant purveyor of perfume and gems
virginity exotic enthroned
Mahogany complexion young forever
Traditional bijou adorned
Intense yet smooth cacao créme 
luxurious material attired
Inquisitive affair of growth as a philosopher
Epitome of equality inspired
Remarkable corona of a humane femme
Autonomous force desired
Black mysterious enigma reciter
Divine intelligence tested
An unprecedented surprise beneath hem
The King's compassion reciprocated
Haile Selassie's progenitor's deliverer
on deceptive condition rested
Thirst increased by them
While to the King's vicinity invited
The King became a ring provider
As the sun Israel departed
The prospective device of New Jerusalem
returned and marauded
Descendant became the Ark's preserver
The alliance serenity persisted
The beginner supreme Mayna Lehkem
The Israeli house established
Axum monarchy commercial receiver
Cherubic attraction enshrined
Headstones arise as identity's emblems
Marine momentum thine
Copyright 2017. All rights reserved. BY: EyesLikeBlues

One Week Today

The only time one struggles with someone’s passing is when it’s looked at it from the point of I. There is peace in my mother’s passing and it comes from her because she is no longer suffering.

It’s been a week since my mother has passed and although she is missed, there is strength in the fact that she is now at peace. My mom suffered many years because she didn’t know how not to. She didn’t have an easy life nor did she have the tools to deal with life in a way where she didn’t carry around what happened and make it into a burden. She suffered immensely until the day she died and most of her suffering was self-inflicted only because with the tools she had in place, there was no way to get around the bondage she was in. As I sit here and reflect upon my mother’s life there’s a sense of peace in me because I know she is at peace. The only time one struggles with someone’s passing is when they look at it from the point of I, when anything is looked at from I, it’s from attachment and attachment is the root of suffering. When I look at my mother’s passing I know that she is no longer suffering and her passing was actually a blessing, my peace comes from her because it’s not about me it’s about her no longer suffering.

I’m learning a lot from this and what I’m getting in touch with is my own self created suffering and how I see it’s time for me to let go of the bondage that holds me in captivity. Everything that happens in life can be viewed as a lesson and it can be used to learn from to help one in the freedom from the bondage of self. Nobody gets out of life without going through heart ache and pain, but it’s learning from it so the attachment that’s causing the pain isn’t repeated over and over; that is key if there is to be freedom. It has been a week and I miss my mother. I’m so happy for her that she is now free and no longer has to endure the suffering that was in place, but it was only there because she didn’t have the tools to allow her to let it go.




Keep me singing,

as I go,

keep me singing,

in the sunshine,

or in snow or rain;

Keep me singing,

in the good times,

or in the times of pain.

Keep me singing,

while climbing life’s hills,

or when walking valleys still;

Keep me singing,

as I go,

walking on hard ground,

or wading through snow.

No matter what,

no matter where,

keep me singing as I go!

~ Winston Staples


The Time Has Come

The time has come My new found friend Time to return to the city where it all began Purchase of a property so many years ago on the lake Working turning it into a place of beauty and design! The memories it holds as the years have passed You will always carry with you! Now is the time to be with your family and friends Leaving the solitude the lake house holds! Bright city lights now are calling your name!!It's time for you to sing again my elegant friend! Marie you are a warrior of elegance and grace . The city lights have called you home again!! It's time for you to sing again!       Dedicated to Marie                                                                                                       





Come hither, come hither, young person, to where, the pine trees grow. Come hither, come hither, young person, where the babbling brook, so gently flows. Come hither, come hither, young person, come and see, the wildflowers, in the lane, where the beautifully, beautifully grow. Come hither, come hither, young person, open the word, the wonderful word of God, it will guide you, as you travel this sod. ~ Winston Staples


Small Bouquet of Flowers


I give you small bouquet of flowers that are not worth much. To let you know I am thinking of you! Hope this little bouquet of flowers brightens your day! Holding in each flower of different colour and design  lots of love and full of sunshine! A few times I have missed you just left the bouquet behind to remind you day or night I am here for you!! Flowers always have a way of brightening the darkest days that's sky's are full of clouds. It is the little something that I love to do !! To let you know dear sister I am so proud of you!





My old body is feeling ill,
as I sit gazing,
across the lonely hills.
Below I see a quiet stream,
so far away everything seems;
even in all our ups and downs,
God creates so many blessings,
We just have to look around.
~ Winston Staples


Not Automatically Right

Thinking because you have done something for a long period of time it automatically makes it the right way is so limiting that one can’t seem to get out of their own way.

Doing something for years doesn’t mean it’s being done in a way that truly benefits yourself and humanity. Something I find amusing is when someone says they’ve been doing something for a certain number of years and they equate that to mean what they are doing is the best and only way of seeing something. I know what I do today is much more beneficial to me and humanity than how I acted years ago, but this is only because my behavior isn’t based in thinking I have to please my self. That doesn’t mean I’m here to save the world, but by coming from a place of not thinking I have to please me, there’s freedom to be a true instrument of love, not a made up one. This is what arises when one is open to be with life as it happens instead of getting locked into a thinking pattern that because something has been done for a long period of time, it’s automatically the best and only way of seeing it.

I remember being on a seminar for work and someone said, but I have been doing it this way for twenty years, he was told, well you’ve been doing it wrong for twenty years. I don’t profess to have the one and only way to love. I share what has been revealed to me as do others, but I’m open enough to not think what I share is automatically the right way. As I’m constantly learning and changing, what I know or at least what I think I know is constantly changing. Hold onto your way and hold on to your limit. It’s rather simple because anything labeled becomes not only a limit to the label, but also one becomes entrapped by it. It’s in not constantly thinking about yourself that one experiences the freedom to love and what blocks this love from arising is thinking because one has done something for a long period of time, it automatically makes it the right way.



Through Hell – Heavens Gates

An angel guided me through hell, and asked me if I loved myself. I tried to lie, but she could tell. Said it's okay to ask for help.

And as I walked amongst the flames, a part of me began to change. The inner beast inside of me, had gasped for breath so I could breathe. I'm not afraid, I said with grace, holding onto my mistakes. I've had regrets along the way, that made me who I am today. 

She said these stones were thrown by those who lost their way along the road.

At first I pondered than I asked, is time my friend and will it last? She said of course your mind is still. And life is just an upward hill. Sometimes we're weak and then we fall, with broken backs against the wall. But please remember you're not alone. You'll always have somewhere to go.

It seemed to me she didn't believe, my darkest thoughts or wildest dreams. She let me know that I was troubled, and the price I paid would soon be doubled. I hope that I have made amends, and if not then I'll try again.

She said these scars are seen by eyes, that most won't touch or can't describe. I said I'm  done, nowhere to hide. I've built these walls so no stars shine. But beauty hides in empty eyes. And truth come out within the lies. Innocence is left behind. Just be aware you're born to die.

But due before it is too late, don't hide your shame with masks of hate. Ignite the flame that fuels the rage, and learn to live another day.

Before she left to say goodbye, she looked me, began to cry. Dead straight looked me in the eyes, said you've been low when you were high. And you will make it out alive.

The devil walked me to the gates of heaven but I had to wait. So patient in his evil ways, it's funny but I'm glad he stayed.

We talked about the sins we shared, and just right then I knew he cared. He gave me lots of good advice, said angels sometimes come disguised.

I second guessed, and questioned time. I thought that it was on my side. I'm blinded by these bloodshot eyes, I've tried my best to just survive.

This world has brought me to my knees, I cannot pray or live my dreams. I know that darkness comes from light, and someday that I'll be alright.

I cannot fight these waves of fear, I've carried on throughout the years. But silence is my only friend, when I can't seem to love again. But I have so much left to say, I won't back down or fade away.

You'll find me in a better place, far amongst the fog and haze. I'll lay beyond the verdant trees, and pass by like a summer breeze.

And as he left me there to stay, the last thing that he said to me, was maybe you're not meant to lay, but stand your ground, and find your place.



While strolling through the woods today,
I was awed by the beauty of creation,
I was seeing along the way,
it encircled my being.
The baby blue sky,
the multitude of brightly colored leaves,
red, orange, yellow and gold,
their beauty, breath taking to behold.
The sparkling water of the beaver dam,
reflecting all the beauty around about,
caused my heart to want to shout.
Praise God! Praise God!
To God, our Creator there is no doubt.
Yes, all these things seen,
were created by the voice of God,
the creator of everything.
The only exception was man,
we were created by God’s mighty hand.

~ Winston Staples