ENKINDLER

Little over a year ago, I had a dream of bring music to the Napa Valley. At that time I did not know how I would accomplish this? I had no production company and knew only a few people in Napa. I write for reggaefestivalguide.com and Blues festival Guide Magazine, so I do know a few artist. My wife is an excellent web designer, so I knew I had marketing behind me. This journey I’m on to fulfill that dream is unfolding through my connections with the non -profit Arts Council Napa Valley and my community.

I have never felt as proud as I am today to be a Napan!

Thank you for all your support in bringing Reggae to the Napa Valley and benefiting Art Education!

ONE LOVE

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I defy the opprobrium

You’ve devised in your cerebrum

To comprise my demise and consider me done

I resist the temptation

You’ve disguised as Light

To compromise now and flounder in delight

Would only reconcile your transmited intentions

I deny such malevolent manifestations

And generate my own transmuted inventions

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These are the story lines…

that repeat throughout the history lessons of my mind,

as I battle to earn my self determination

to wage war for control of my will

to settle with silence

to realize Silence

is worth all that nature brings naturally

with instant delivery

and perfect precision abundantly

Do thoughts create reality or does the creator purge a portrait of what has already been?

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Your swallowed thoughts to begin each day

Regurgitated after spasms of time

Stuck in my throat like salivary intentions of manipulation twisted to and fro

Swelled in the bellies of a sweetened sorrow

Suffocate serenity within these infinite bounds of tomorrow…

Dwelling only from a bed of what’s to follow

and in the end

to plead with the Gods for release of purpose and will

to bring redemption to the gracile.

Co-written by Lissette: The Poetress of Change

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Seaworthy

I travel in a spiral
with the Earth
with the Universe
I travel unrehearsed
with love dispersed
I don’t plan on ending this symphony
of light unbound
Who really knows if there
is really ground?
Besides the pain,
all else is illusion
for the residential masses
distribution
living among the dead
not with
not of
not withstanding
seaworthy if not noteworthy

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What Good Is It?

Saw a man standing on a corner
his feet in a bucket of rain
the only place that he was dry
was deep inside accompanied only
by the pain
Thru the sheet of water
falling from my umbrella
I caught the eyes of a broken soul
Underneath the clouds and thunder
I look away somewhat less than whole
What good is what we
have if it’s not tangible
to others
What good is what we have
if we can’t love our brothers
The water poured down his
face like he had compassion for me
because I had missed the opportunity
to give unto the least of these
What good is what we have
if we can’t give it away
What good is what we have
if we can’t give it away

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Q: What is she to me… to you?
A: Worlds apart like the two of you!
like the choices we make
to drop the traits of hate
to purge the demons that replicate or,
see the divine
Take a moment and rewind
What choice did you make?
Honor her or deceive?
Depends on which code
for which you’d bleed
The one you wear on your sleeve or,
truth and dignity…
respect and honour maybe?
hard proof, 100% proof
stupid kid, too aloof
Wake up zombies everywhere
Join the bourgeois
Clear the air!

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Falling

Here I am
Still here after all your wishes were made clear
Nothing in your eyes
Everything that you fear
Mind bubbles bust as corpuscles rust
sheered from the surface of your white picket fence brain
unknowingly, equally as insane
As you’ve perceived me to be and,
deceived yourself to be
hence, the mystery of duality
So unfortunate that your sight is reprobate
Hard as the nails you box me in,
but I won’t live inside your thought coffin
Here I am existing in both worlds
once in between and universally hurled
You’ve passed judgment on a rising star
from where you stand you saw me as falling like you are
The hole you have inside, the one I had before
was replaced by truth as I passed through the door
Here I stay, I can’t offer you much more
so here’s where you dismiss me
next life don’t miss me
Words are active and alive
provoking memory within the mind’s eye
Creating defenses in the slave’s illusion of pretences
The villain you’ve dreamt of is not a lie
The boogeyman is not under the bed, but in it!
So no matter how you choose to spin it,
we are all our own worst enemy

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Truth Stranger than Fiction

Friction Intensifies when Fiction defines the lines
that divide the truth that discerns the lie
Hypocrisy is not in my vocabulary, but in my reality
and so my linguist fantasy became my strongest quality
even amongst the unloyal matrix loving technoclones
robotic machine cubology drones
Government chronotime cop an attitude crones
Preachers with no use for creatures
all seeking pulpit thrones
Tell me it isn’t so in the Land of the Free… Home
of the Slave
The herding has begun…
now Mooo, Mooo, Move over!
Baaa, Baaa, Back Off!
Repent…
Rebel…
Resolve…
Righteously…

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One Rule
Criticisms from wicked teachers
who’ve never been where I tread
Preachers with their pointing fingers
disgusted as they watch me crawl out
from the valley of the dead
Disturbed by the images and gospel I have spread
It threatens their Sunday “day job”
and the wealth they fear to shed
Ravaged by death’s cold hands
and the sting of her cries
False prophets of such lofty height soon reach times demise
Balance reaching karmic tides
Truth no longer slumbers under deceptions lonely eyes
All will be well under the trees
Peace and love to all that breath
With to those with scab knees
There is only One King, One Queen
One Spirit Supreme
One who divides, one who resides
over the raging waters subduing the lies
discerning the heart of a matter

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