No Woman No Cry

For my ladies out there -- this one is for you.
You're a goddess ~ don't forget it my darlings ... respect your temple, kiss your hands, don't settle, and keep smiling with your radiance -- you're blessed and you are LIFE! :))

ENERGY

Watching 'The Secret' always lifts my spirits, always reminds me, to keep on the path and envision, believe and trust the truth that is to be...

** ENERGY - Positive Vibrations! Only one person is responsible for your joy, and that person is you! Man becomes what he thinks about. Learn to become still. Energy flows, like the river goes, energy flows where attention goes :))

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Sugar Land                                    

                                        By Jair Ananda Massiah

                                        12/09/2009

 

I had no idea it would mar me like this

My fingers red with discontent

I thought you owned this land

And that you would share it with me

 

I just had to sort out my things first

Climb to the top of the mountain

And see what the world had to offer

 

The seagulls really do have the best view

And conceited with the illusion

That they alone own this land

 

I wanted to feel that too

But it never really belonged to me…

It belonged to you

 

You and many others

Tried to take my land from me

My view, this mountain

 

You said you'd wait for me

But it was sorrow I had in my heart

For how could so much sugar

Fit inside this bag

 

The bag that carried my heart…

 

You swore this sugar, was like this land

This sugary land

Grown from midnight kisses

And sprinkled with real desire

 

Staring here into the valley

Endless…

Knowing the truth

I saw it once in the seagulls' eyes

 

You couldn't wait could you?

For good things rarely come to those who wait

 

Go ahead

For it tastes no longer sweet to me

The air is stale

And the seagulls no longer fly here

 

The bag has burst

Spilling this 'sugar' everywhere

My time was not in vain

And these sandals I wear

Can still take me elsewhere

 

To another land

A true land

One I can see clearly

 

For your land

This Sugar Land

Was never really yours to give in the first place …

 

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Like She

By Jair Ananda Massiah

06/2011

He wanted a girl who spread her legs on silk and smelt of the reddest roses, and wasn't afraid to jump off mountains. Alas she was only a simple virgin, who smelt of dew that fell from those red, red roses, who spoke to him about the moon and the stars and told him that his eyes were warmer than the great green trees of the east. But little did she know, little did he know, she was only a muse that he'd tire of as soon as work picked up. For now he can go where girls will do anything to pleasure that muscle between his legs. Who cared about the stars anyway? Or the stars in her eyes, that just wanted to gaze lovingly at him. What was her love? This feeling…unimportant and simple in his snazzy world. How foolish she'd been to think that he'd care. That he could fall for a girl like she?

It Changed

By Jair Ananda Massiah
05/2011

Little did I know that 2 weeks away from you indeed was nothing, had I known I wouldn't see you afterwards for months at a time. Every day, and I say, every day I dreamt of your smile that would light me up like the stars at night. And every day, I'd dream of your eyes, so gentle, so calm yet mischievous. You just needed someone to love. Just like me. And I had done well I thought, for 2 weeks at that time which felt like an eternity. And I visited my great aunts; and slow they were. Times were different for them. They had experienced all life had to offer and now carrying on each day was activity enough. And bed time was early also. And I lay there, not wanting to sleep. Listening to the crickets and feeling the clean night air…it was only you that filled my mind. You, so far away; missing me, as I missed you. My love so great, I wouldn't mind to stop and let time hurry on, for only to gaze at you would suffice. And it was then I called you. And your voice sounded hurried, for you were whispering and had run away. Wanting to speak with me, wanting to hear my voice, that to steal away from your work to listen was good enough an excuse to anyone who would happen to reprimand you. And you said, "I miss you!" And "Get back safe." And I felt your love. My heart swooning at the simple phrase. And I missed you too. Why ever must we be apart this long. So many long miles away. And that was a beautiful moment. And now a year later I lie in this same bed and wonder, was it all just a dream? The love of my life; did you think of me now, like then? But I'd never know. Because now, it didn't feel like love, and I shan't ever call…

The Stand

"And I saw a pale horse,

And a pale rider upon it,
And the name of the horse was pestilence,
And the name of the rider was death."

Revelation 6:8

My Dadsy is the biggest Stephen King fan I know; he has collected all of his books. When I was smaller I tried to follow in Daddy's footsteps by attempting to read one of the classics, but I had hardly reached the 2^nd chapter when I realized that these books were sensationally scary! As I got older I made it my duty to watch the books that they'd turn into films; my favourites being: The Shining and Pet Semetary. Only till recently however, had I had the pleasure of watching the iconic film 'The Stand'.

Just as the opening quote of the film read, it is quite rudimentary at what the film would be about. Yes, it was about 'the last days'; and I can see how this 1994 film set the bar of may 'end of the world' type films that would follow after. Stephen King seems always to be ahead of his time; a genius in his own right, talented, and down-to-earth being a native of fisherman friendly Maine. His stories alive with familiarity and calm, quickly followed by the unthinkable dread that somehow many of us actually find relatable, and this is why I believe his films are always thought-provoking and interesting.

What is the deal with crows and black cats? Who ever made that the staple of scary? Oh, wait, I suppose it must be again the brilliant Stephen King. J I loved the way he incorporated the crow appearing right before things would go wrong, so as to prepare the audience to know that something ghastly was about to happen.

There were 4 parts to 'The Stand' which although necessary, quite long. Probably like his books; they're a good read, but a long read, and for his fans, I suppose that's never is a problem. The story was separated into 4 parts: The Plague, Dreams, The Betrayal and then…simply episode 4. J The Plague introduced the main set of characters, and depicted the places around the United States that were being affected slowly one-by-one. It opened with an escape, or so the family fleeing though, followed by prisoners suffering behind bars, families, animals, and then it seemed that everyone was dead. Dreams focused on the few people who survived the Plague and how they began picking back up the pieces, and truly being resilient and building themselves up again. The Betrayal reminded me of the Judas and Jesus story of one of his 12 disciples that felt it necessary to turn the prophet in to the wolves and lead him to his death. And the 4^th part with few of the main characters left, left us with hope and faith that good always prevails over evil.

There were many things in the film I found comical though; one certainly being the music and soundtrack. I don't know if it was intentional, but even for built up frightening moments, there was still cheerful upbeat music playing, with no bloodcurdling or suspenseful music in site. I found it also comical yet I'm not complaining that the majority of black/African American actors were all messengers or on the 'good-side', as Ruby Dee who played Mother Abigail, (a 106 year old who liked playing the guitar from Nebraska) had a tremendous part at being the old woman that would appear in their dreams, welcoming them home and to come towards the light, she kept saying, "You come and see me, you and all your friends!" Then also, Ossie Davis who played Judge Richard Farris, a wise, calm man who became one of the chosen disciples of Mother Abigail in the 'New World'. There was even a man who walked the streets and rang a bell, that told everyone to repent now for the end is near, he wasn't so lucky to survive though. The only other man that wasn't seen in a positive light (which is usually the case in films' portrayals of people of colour) was 'The Rat Man' played by Rick Aviles, who was one of the right hand men of Randall Flagg played by Jamey Sheridan. I found it quite funny to see the dark character/demon wearing tight blue jeans and feathers in his hair.

The film was painted with many fascinating characters, like 'The Trashcan Man' played by Matt Frewer who enjoyed seeing things blow up. Miguel Ferrer who played Lloyd Henreid in the film who was a prisoner that was starving to death behind bars and kept his pet rat under his mattress, who also died along with most people during the plague, just in case he needed a bite to eat. My favourite characters though; because I felt their parts were insightful and striking were the characters: Nick Andros played by Rob Lowe, who was a deaf and mute man, I found him to be rather graceful, elegant and yet so poignant in the film; because even though he didn't believe in God, he believed in goodness, and he didn't have to be overly animated to show his heart or feelings throughout the entire film. I also love-loved Bill Fagerbakke who played the 'slightly' retarded character Tom Cullen, whom I deemed hilarious in the beginning because he always said, "M-O-O-N, that spells x" or "M-O-O-N that spells let's go!" He spelt everything in the movie Moon, regardless of what situation or object he speaking about; it brought great comic relief, however towards the end, when he looked out at the moon, he said, "M-O-O-N, that spells Moon;" which turned out to be a pleasant and heart-warming switch, to show that even though Tom was considered slow by many, he knew what was going on. J

Although I didn't find Stephen King's 'The Stand' as chilling as some of his other cult films, I enjoyed the spiritual twist and new-age non-coincidences and questions it brought about. People lay dead about in every episode, but even through immense tragedy, others still came together and 'stood strong' sending messages in dreams, through feelings and intuition, and one line of the film that remained with me went: "It's important to keep the mind empty, it's the only way one can move forward…"

Worth it

Rock So

Lately, I've been bombarded with relationship or rather 'lack thereof' relationship issues by few of my girlfriends who are the few indeed that haven't already tied the knot. They have been lamenting and conversing with me the difficulty of finding the right mate and simply gentlemen for that matter. Tis true, there are hardly any gentlemen or ladies left in society today. No decent conversations, etiquette, morals, manners…everyone seems to be self-gratifying, selfish, and crude; lacking common courtesies, and good naturedness. Really, whatever has happened to the men and women of yesteryear?

Every now and then I'd have the pleasure of interviewing old, jolly couples sitting together on my aircraft, with hands tightly clasped together. I tend to spot out old people from afar with my 'I love old people vision', as I truly do admire their wisdom and stories. Some of them have been married, 40, 50, and recently I had a couple who'd been married a whole 52 years!

I always ask them what is their secret to a successful partnership? What advice would they give young people not yet married? And the answers they give are always quite worthy and poignant. One German couple said: "You must be nice to one another, and you must laugh with one another!" Another American couple said: "She's always right!" One said: "She was a singer, so she kept us entertained, and I was a lawyer, so I made the money!"But the best I'd heard was on my last trip, when the husband said rather 'matter-of-factly': "Pay Attention!"And they were just 2 words, but held great weight. He was right, pay attention to the one you love, listen to them, and make sure they're feeling their best. I also take it as communication; if you realize something's not right and the other is upset, then the clever thing to do would be to talk it out, and not be selfish with your own agenda. For surely everybody has the same 24 hours in the day, there is always enough time to say hello, thinking about you, or I miss you, during a day. We all get lunch breaks and bathroom breaks, not to mention scratching breaks (maybe there should be a little less of those – hahah). And for those of you who travel like I do; I'm sure you must check your email or face book at least once or twice in your 'oh so busy' week.

Nowadays everybody's busy! The economy is shot in America, and they're in dreadful debt, people are cutting back, working as much as they can, when they can. Some are addicts, throwing themselves 100% into their work schedules, and jeopardizing any other thing that may come simultaneously with it. I know it's nice to make money, I know people like nice things, and in some professions, and some people aim to get the fame that sometimes comes along with the fortune. They're on the top of their game, they're sailing on cloud 9, people like them, and they don't ever want to get down back to earth. They like it so much, that they forget who they really are, their groundings, and more importantly the people who truly loved them and were around them and gave their time and energy when they needed them the most (in some cases even despite ugly situations which made them sick with sadness, they sacrificed their own happiness for the benefit of the one they loved or cared about).And now, who cares about these true friends? How quickly one forgets! How important now are these people who pay you, when they only use you to get paid bigger bucks? Ahhh, but the attention feels good eh? Getting invited to all those splendid outings; who cares about the one that was with you on the phone when you cried your heart out. Did you not realize how much they truly loved you? Silly Rabbit!

I tell my girlfriends, "If he doesn't respect you and your feelings, if he doesn't respect himself to be so daft and not pay attention to the gem before him, then let him 'Rock So!" One never misses the water till the well runs dry. And if they have so little self respect to remain 'Good Friends' with people who completely disregarded their love and feelings before, then I'm not too sure I want to even be 'Friends' with somebody like that. For those of you that haven't caught on to the hip, yet eloquent lingo of Trinidad & Tobago, 'Rock So'means, 'Step Aside'.

My darlings out there, women and men alike, don't compromise your good etiquette, and unconditional love on someone that doesn't recognize it, or has suddenly been blinded because of new glistening opportunities and new-found happiness. If you are ignored and swept into a corner and forgotten, remember your value and your worth. For no two people are built the same. And just because the world demands others to fit into the 'so called' perfection of Kim Kardashian's and Jennifer Aniston's, no-one can really know the value of what's inside of you, until you open your mouth, and until you're both dealt tragedy and turmoil. If you can withstand that together, you can withstand anything. Rare do you find a beauty that actually has intellect and mindfulness too. How you stand up and stand by tumultuous situations, truly expose your character.

Absence makes the heart grow fonder, but not if the heart is completely ignored. In everything, there is a purpose, and I'm pretty sure if someone cannot see the beauty radiating from your face because of the pure light and love you hold in our heart, then they may never recognize the purpose that is of you being in their lives. Do not fret my child, for you are never alone in this world that is ever-changing. Find peace within the heavenly realms and ask no questions, just trust and believe in the truth that was promised to you. For even if they don't recognize you, the angels do and one day your withered and tired heart will soar and beam with happiness and requited love, you ever so rightly deserve. J

As my great aunt Phyllis said: "You weren't brought this far, if it wasn't meant to be". And tis true, patience is bitter and the fruit is always sweet, but be sure you're waiting on a tree that bears fruit, and not one blinded with thorns and ferns, with no ambition to give ripe fruit to your succulent lips that need so badly a satisfying bite! J

Bless-up!

Jair