the journal of great pryce

To my readers

2012-01-11T14:35:00.000-08:00

I must apologize to you my readers out there for this late approach with my new year’s message and for the absence of my Christmas greetings. Life has been a bit unstable for me for the latter part of 2011 but thanks to Jehovah for pulling me through.

So much has happened and has been happening with me which has caused my writing to be thrown on the back burner. Please understand that I cannot help it, as I am not a paid writer so I have to secure my financial wellbeing which is priority. Throughout all this I still bore in mind that I have an obligation to my readers and supporters out there; I do not like to promise but I would like to assure you that I will try to do my best and update the material on this blog as often as possible.

However, I am thanking you for your kind support and please continue to visit this blog and let me have your email address so that I can notify you whenever I have dropped new material here. May the blessings of the Lord rain on you and may he open the doors of opportunity for us to accomplish our goals in 2012.

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2011-11-19T05:45:00.000-08:00

i personally recommend this browser. it`s so cool

2011-11-15T17:28:00.003-08:00

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2011-11-13T07:17:00.000-08:00

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The Breast

2011-10-08T09:10:00.000-07:00

below is the link to my latest poem in support of Breast Cancer Awareness Month.

The Breast - Associated Content from Yahoo! - associatedcontent.com

Dear Oprah

2011-09-23T07:54:00.000-07:00

this is a letter from a poor young man in Jamaica to Oprah Winfrey asking her too help him make his dreams of marrying the woman that he wants to spend the rest of his life with come true. this heart warming, sympathetic letter never left his drawer but when he showed it to me i asked him for permission to share it with the world.
http://www.associatedcontent.com/article/8418223/dear_oprah.html

Love also has its sour taste

2011-09-19T18:46:00.000-07:00

Love is a fruit which when it has reached perfection you just can`t get enough of it. Since the beginning of life we have been attracted to this beautiful and perfect fruit wherever it may be. The sweet smell of this fruit calls us by name and just like Eve in the garden, it becomes desirable in our eyes and good for food. Our mouths become watery whenever we see the glowing color of this fruit and we yearn for a bite and imagine the refreshing juice gliding down our throat and settling in our stomach. That is what the sweet taste of love does to us when it is in its state of perfection. But what about when love turns sour, did you know that love also has its sour taste?

what is love anyway? can we define love? yes, we all define love in our own way. If you should seek out the definition of love you would find that each source will give you their own definition. And that is why i break down my definition to one simple thing, by figuratively objectifying love as a fruit, something that everyone can relate to. Because majority of people i know love fruits and most fruits are like an aphrodisiac in their own way depending on the occasion in which it is being used; and every fruit has its season when it is best eaten and a time when it is not edible.

Just like every physical fruit, the emotional fruit of love also has its time when it is just not palatable. Most people say it is "love turn to hate" but I call it the time when love`s taste becomes sour. Anything is likely to cause love to become sour at times and then we either do two things: we blame others or we blame ourselves. It is said that you reap whatsoever you sow but sometimes we also reap what others sow and that is when it hurts most.

Who would have thought that 'love' comes with disadvantages and side effects. Lets look at a few factors which may cause love to turn to its dark side: For example, a married couple who is seeking divorce after many years of marriage. Both has to digest the bitter juice of a fruit which has been decomposing from the core and now they are serving each other of a fruit that seems to be way out of its season. Another factor which has been contributing to love having a sour taste is the career minded individual who only intents to see to the success of his career and not his relationship and therefore causing the other partner to feel left behind and ignored.
cheating will always be the enemy of any relationship and when injected into that sweet fruit which both of you has been sharing for a while, it instantly changes the taste to something hard to swallow. some people just can`t bear to see others partaking of the fruit of love and enjoying every bite; they think that it is their duty to interfere in others relationship and share the joy, and that`s when love becomes very sour if one partner decides that they are going to be kind enough to share. Jealousy will never allow the fruit of love to form its natural content without hindrance because when jealousy exist then all you will get when you try to squeeze something out is 'no trust all.' Love can taste very sour especially when it has been in a ripened state throughout a committed relationship which will have soon be run ashore in wreckage because of neglect by the respective partners to tend to the fruit-age in order for them to get nourishing results.

I am not a doctor, psychologist or therapist, i am just a man, a human being who has to endure the bitter and sweet taste of love too many times in life and i also know that others out there may have suffered the same fate.

The fruit of love like every other fruit has its time and season, but it is up to us the beneficiaries of this nourishing delight of life granted to us by the God of love who created us to appreciated it in the right way. Our hearts are the victims of any emotional accidents which we suffer throughout our lives and therefore it is our responsibility to protect it and make sure we feed it with the right nutrients that love has to offer.

A Night Like This

2011-09-04T16:55:00.000-07:00

It`s a night like this
That brings peace to my soul

It`s a night like this
That soothes my troubled mind

It`s a night like this
That inspired me to a new day

It`s a night like this
That makes my dreams come true

It`s a night like this
That I would like to share with you

What kind of night is this?

It`s a night like this
When your eyes knows no sleep

it`s a night like this
When you face the new day head on

It`s a night like this
That tells you that
You will only live this night once

nights

2011-09-01T17:39:00.001-07:00

I`ve dreamt of nights like this

When I can watch the stars fade into the morning sky

When I can count every stroke of sunlight that makes the sky blue

I watched the darkness fade away

And it seems to me like an artist painting a picture

And suddenly

A dark background turned into

A beautiful day

my kind

2011-09-01T17:20:00.000-07:00

I`ve climbed mountains that no man has ever climbed before.

I`ve traversed journeys that no man has ever dare traversed.

I`ve survived the blazing inferno of hell and emerged like pure gold.

I`ve been to the grave but death could not hold me.

I`ve lived a life which no man alive was ever born to live.

I am the only of my kind which was presented to this world as a gift but was rejected because no man was able to unveil the quality of my being.

And so i`ll depart this world and present my life to the great creator as a sacrifice of my appreciation for granting me the opportunity to live this life in a world which could not handle my type of livity; and for revealing to me the sorrows of mankind`s dreadful judgement when this world shall be over soon.

what is important?

2011-08-31T18:05:00.000-07:00

While in isolation on my little new found isle out in the sea, the question arose in my thoughts, “What is the most important thing to you right now and why aren`t you paying any attention to it?” it was as though something struck me and I suddenly came to a realization or self-consciousness. I realize that all along I have been doing everything in life except the most important thing to me. As I watched the sun slowly deposit itself into the pocket of cloud never to be seen again, I sadly recall all my dreams and passions and how I always wanted to live my life as a writer and embalmer. My love for the dead and my passion for writing has lost their sweet savour only because I have not taken the time to cultivate the flower in order for it to bring forth the fruit; like it is often said "you can`t reap what you never sew."

Jamaica is no place for flowering talents and that is why many people ran away as soon as they got the chance to. There is no help and no motivation for someone searching for success in life in this environment. It is a tough challenge for you to keep your head above the waters and try to save yourself from drowning. All you do is break your back to make an overtime dollar which can only stretch from hand to mouth. The economy of Jamaica is systematically designed to keep you poor so you don`t get the chance to invest in yourself and your future for a better life tomorrow. I admit it, yes I did blew my chances at acquiring some educational achievements at school but I thought that some day not too late I would be able to create that opportunity to make up for it; yet to date it`s like trying bring a sinking ship to shore with a rope.

I often heard that if you start doing something you love then you will not have to work another day in your life. God knows how much I am dying for that day to come when I can live my life as a writer and never worry about waking up to a miserable job. I am tired of blaming circumstances for me not being able to live the kind of life I wanted, I need to find solutions that work for me. I don`t think I am doing enough or else the results would show. If the testimony of others I read is true then I must believe that I can do it just the same.

I will continue to dream only if I don`t wake up to live the reality. I thank God that he has brought me here today to write whatever it is that is wrong with my life. To realize that there is after all a life out there waiting for me to live, instead of coercing myself to live this life where it seems i`m dying daily.

Led by the Holy spirit after a bad day

2011-08-31T09:02:00.000-07:00

They say that in life, you will never know what another person felt until you actually experience the real situation. Well, today I actually experience how it really feels to have a bad day at work, it was so bad that all i wanted to do was just to quit and go home. I just started my new job at KFC about five weeks ago and believe me, if I weren`t poor and broke I would have quit and stayed home until I find something more compatible with my lifestyle.

I was dying for this day to be over. I cried to God in my heart and when my hour had come I was led by the Holy Spirit to a tranquil place. I was in no condition to go home. Tired and depressed as I was, I could not take me home to my wife today because I figured I had been quite unfair enough to her already, all those other days when I threw my bitter wrath in her face because I was depressed or disappointed about a situation in my life. Today I decided to let go and let God do for me what I or no one else could not do for myself. I felt like John on the Isle Of Patmos this evening because I found myself all alone out in the sea just waiting for the Lord to reveal something special to me. For someone like me who is tired and depressed and at times even suicidal and not only wish I could quit this job but also this life; what better place to be than away from this world which is making me sick; on the rock of life out in the calm blue Caribbean sea with the evening sun about to retire and the warmth of the evening breeze just soothes my soul.

I turned off the ringing from my cell phone and pretend there is no signal so that nobody can disrupt this sweet, blissful meditative moment. Then I took out my notepad and remembered that I use to be a writer and that each day of my life always writes its own sentence and these years are the paragraphs, but then I also wondered what my life will be like when it is complete. And so now I began to write all that you have been reading from above and all that you will read hereafter. I just write and write and write without a cause for a cause, because even though the professionals may call this free-writing but I believe there is a message in this type of writing that the writer will not understand until he`s finished. On my way from work I had so much on my mind that I wanted to write soon as the Lord brought me to my place of rest but all that had disappeared by the time I got settle here but I guess it`s all part of the healing process of being here.

You know, life is so much different out here and you also see things differently. Adjacent to me is a beach where people are having fun with themselves. Immediately behind me is the main thoroughfare of Gloucester avenue otherwise called the ‘Hip Strip’ with hotels and restaurants along the roadway. All the way yonder and posing in front of me like a little island is Montego Freeport which is the destination of all ships to Montego Bay but right now there`s only two cargo ships docking at the wharf. Everything just seem so miniature in sight from here and I am convinced that the Lord brought me here for a special reason and it feels so good even after a bad day, and all i`m doing is just writing away without fear or favor or any care of what`s happening out there because I am in my own world now. I asked for an escape and the Lord led me here as a means to break free from that troubled world. I have no money, no friends, no family, no material possession, except for my pen, my notepad and a prayer in my heart asking the Lord to take all my troubles away and throw them as far as possible to the bottom of the sea and thanking him for all that he has done for me and all he is doing now.

Let the words of my mouth and the meditation of my heart be acceptable in thy sight oh lord my strength and my redeemer. Amen.

Below are photo highlights which i would like to share with you:

you are looking at Margaritaville hanging over in the sea along Gloucester Avenue

alone out here on this rocky island. i felt like John on the Isle of Patmos

a view from the rocky island out in the sea looking on Gloucester Avenue with its luxurious hotels and restaurants

the sun is slowly disappearing behind the clouds and it makes the evening feels so warm as you can see by the look of the sea and clouds

this is the party boat.

it is a very relaxing and meditative feeling to watch the sunset. this is one of the the true beauty of nature

a view of where i was out on the far end of the rocks in the sea. way over yonder is the Montego Freeport with two cargo ships on dock

sailing away in the sunset

this is where lovers come to relax and have each other for themselves

the beach is never empty when in Montego Bay

Just Pure Stress - J.P.S

2011-08-24T07:37:00.000-07:00

A Just Pure Stress
That is J.P.S

Right now me vex
Cause guess what`s coming next
Another light bill, with payment amounting
In excess of the highest

A just pure stress
J.P.S when, you ago hit me again?
With another high voltage bill
To electrocute me and my family
So we can`t eat food until
We relieve ourselves by paying for
Just Pure Stress

J.P.S you are bitter-sweet
Sweet to have the light and electricity
Yes, it is a luxury. But,
The amount that I will have to pay for it
That is what is bothering me
It is bitter, whenever I see the number
And I don`t even want to recount because
Is just pure stress, that is J.P.S

I need a reliever because
I don`t know how long
I can bear this pressure
I am not alone I thought
Everyone is feeling the wrath
That J.P.S has unleash
Both rich and poor is crying
They can`t take it anymore

A Just Pure Stress from J.P.S
Need I say more? Because,
I could go on and on until
My throat is sore

Fortunately for me
This ink is free
Because it would bring
Just Pure Stress if J.P.S
Was to bill me

In The Midnight Hour

2011-07-20T15:29:00.000-07:00

It is said that troubles last for a day and joy comes in the morning but for me, joy in the form of inspiration comes in the midnight hour.

When the entire world is silent and only the beating of your heart is echoing through your chest. When the footsteps which are not usually heard began to tap the ground under its hovering feet, and the night owl`s vision is most perfect; that is when my muse appear with the message that a new article is in the making.

My days are filled with troubles and my pen can find no peace upon the lines of the pages of my notepad. Solitude is sacred to me. Being alone is not loneliness but an opportunity to reach out to the other side of life and satisfy the soul with a need that cannot be fulfilled in this miserable world. Yes, I have tried to cohabit with my fellow humans but they just cannot understand the kind of life that I am trying to live so they try to obstruct my attempts to manifest purity in an impure world.

Whatever a man cannot understands he tries to destroy, and whenever he cannot profit from an adventure he tries to dissuade you from the journey. My journey is on a path not known to the mere man. My journey is towards the success of mastering literature at the purest level. I will not be able to achieve such significant feat with the assistance of an environment which is not compatible with my thoughts.

And that is why it is imperative for a writer of my caliber to adapt to another biological time zone in order to furnish my craft without having to challenge the circumstances created by ignorant, selfish subjects occupying this earthly space.

I would have like to share with you on a higher level the many circumstances and situations which often impaired my ability to perform my duties owed to those I serve but you would have understand based on the afore compassionate expression of despair above. Today, I would like to reach out to you with and encouraging thought of strength and advice you to do whatever is necessary to fulfill your duties. Those to whom you owe loyalty are not of your world and may not even share your life but they will sincerely appreciate the bridges you have crossed in order to reach them.

In whatever professional field you may have planted your seed; sometimes the daytime environment is not suitable for you to get the work done. But believe me, when it`s dark outside and the moonlight`s gentle smile has sooth the night; it`s amazing how the essence of inspiration seems to be at its best.

In the midnight hour, the transitional period between yesterday and tomorrow, there is a moment in which something very magical occurs. But only the few who ever managed to stay awake will ever be fortunate to experience.

Drean Writer

2011-07-20T07:53:00.000-07:00

Dream on writer, dream on. I have so many dreams that I would like to come true but what is a little poor writer to do. I was uneducated for so long and writing is the only education I ever knew. I have read how many writers had risen from poverty to make it famous and that has motivated me to continue dreaming and never give up on something that I love so much, the one thing that changed my life.
Whenever I have no money I have a pen and a notepad in my hand to write about my dream of being rich and famous some day and having my own writing studio and a solitary convenience. I want to stop begging editors to publish my articles for free because I would have worth more than they can afford. They`re always paragraphing all kinds of excuse why they can`t pay me and then I have to scurry through papers and magazines looking to see if my article has been published.
I am sitting here in my living room in front of my computer and everyday that I looked through my windows I can only see as far as my eyes have the strength to travel, but in my mind`s eye I can see me in distant places traveling the world and writing about people, places and things that I would have only dream of. I see the large cruise ships coming in to port and I say to myself that one day I`ll be stepping off that ship coming from a well spent vacation.
My dreams of freedom are seemingly far away but with faith I continue to hope that one day they will all come through because the it is said that faith is the things hope for and the evidence of what`s not seen. Poverty has got me captive since birth and all I ever did was to plan my escape. I see those rich people who have this freedom of lifestyle and I tried reaching out to them but they only turn their eyes in a scornful ways at me. and because I know how it feels to be In bondage I have made a pledge that whenever I got my freedom I will be coming to the aid of my fellow brothers and sisters.

If you're a writer who is reading this article and you have had your success please advise me what to do to earn my success too because I need it to get my freedom from this life of quarantine injustice in my world. I strongly believe that writing will be that invaluable too needed to be utilized in improving my life. Many have done it before and soon it will be my turn. So help me god.

Ghetto People Show

2010-09-19T08:00:00.000-07:00

It seems that the opposing forces against Dr. Kingsley “Ragashanti” Stewart has succeeded in booting him off the airwaves, although, it was he who willfully resign.

But I would just like to inform those that are cheering the discontinuance of the show; that Ragashanti will always live on in our hearts and minds and our support for him grows even stronger. News talk 93fm from 9am to 12noon weekdays will never be the same as the plethora of listeners across Jamaica will hang in disappointment over the abrupt seizure of a program that they have grown to be a part of.

New stalk has made the biggest mistake since their existence on the airwaves and will regret it because their audience will be reduced to only a few in the intellectual circles.

There is nothing wrong, and Leon Pryce will repeat without apology, there is absolutely nothing wrong with what Ragashanti has been doing.

Jamaica is the land of ‘mix-up and blenda’ and this is the only show on the air waves catering to a peculiar people. Yes, Ragashanti live is a 'ghetto people' show and it is the only of its kind we can relate to. The so called ‘educated people’ of Jamaica don`t have a problem with vulgarity, what they have a problem with is that they cannot call and talk about regular societal issues, so this is not their show. Ragashanti is of a uniquely contemporary genre. Dr. Kingsley Stewart is young, gifted and from the ghetto, for the ghetto.

Court Says Gay Couples Can't Divorce in Texas | News | BET.com

2010-09-04T18:12:00.000-07:00

check out this link on this quite interesting article regarding gay couples dilemma.

Court Says Gay Couples Can't Divorce in Texas | News | BET.com

Jamaica Gleaner News - In defence of Ragashanti - Letters - Monday | August 23, 2010

2010-08-23T08:52:00.000-07:00

this is my latest article defending someone who has been very instrumental in utilizing our culture in a very meaningful way. please visit the the link:
Jamaica Gleaner News - In defence of Ragashanti - Letters - Monday | August 23, 2010

Go-Jamaica :: Wyclef Jean to appeal presidential bid ruling :: News

2010-08-22T10:05:00.000-07:00

what is wyclef jean`s chance for presidency? read this article.

Go-Jamaica :: Wyclef Jean to appeal presidential bid ruling :: News

Jamaica Gleaner News - An open letter to my father - Letters - Sunday | June 20, 2010

2010-06-22T06:11:00.000-07:00

the following link will lead you to my fathers day article. it`s a great piece that has gotten overwhelming response. Jamaica Gleaner News - An open letter to my father - Letters - Sunday | June 20, 2010

air Jamaica

2010-04-24T09:45:00.001-07:00

Have you flown on air Jamaica lately? How did you enjoy your flying experience?
Well, I’ve never flown before, but that doesn`t stop me from having a wonderful experience with my country`s national love bird. I tell you, I miss the plane already. It would be unfair and bias for me to say that every Jamaican is against the sale of air Jamaica but I know for certain that at least majority is. I heard from good source that the Jamaican government had no intention of sell the plane to any local interest, and one of the main reason for that is because they don`t want anybody rallying back on them for assistance.
From all indications it seems that all odds are against the pilots but I love their resilience, motivation and persistence. Trust me, they remind me of whom I am suppose to be and am fighting to become.
I often times wonder when our Jamaican government ago stop sell out and start invest. Like the pilots, it is we who are suppose to fight to keep what belong to us. Let us throw our full support in for them. Honestly, even though their chances seem like it is on the long distance track, I wish all other negotiations for the sale of air Jamaica fail, and end up in the lap of the airline staff.
My family and friends in foreign lands will be greatly disappointed to know that the one symbol of identification is being confiscated. What i`ve learnt from them is when coming home to Jamaica, once they boarded the plane, they felt at home already; plus the advantage they have when traveling on air Jamaica is not granted on other airlines. Let us keep the memories of our beloved love bird flying in our hearts.

Writer's affirmation

2010-02-26T12:18:00.001-08:00

I EXPRESS MYSELF EASILY AND FULLY
I FEAR NOTHING
I TRUST THE PERFECT FLOW OF WORDS AND IDEAS WITHIN ME
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my new Blackberry

2010-02-22T06:23:00.000-08:00

I Leon Steve Pryce Pledge:
That I will do whatsoever it takes to make my dreams, my goals, and my desires turn to reality, by the help of Almighty God.

Recently I invested in a BlackBerry with the help and support of my wife who believes strongly in me. I believe this equipment is needed and it is necessary to assist me in my passionate pursuit to make a profit from blogging or writing online.
I have been busy trying to get myself acquainted with this valuable tool and trying to get my writing life organized. So my dear readers please continue to support me by visiting and leaving your comments which I so greatly appreciate.

Yours truly,
Leon Pryce

Cold Front

2010-02-18T02:53:00.000-08:00

It was a dark, cold, and lonely day today on my side of jamaica. I tried my best to toughened up but my poor little skinny body could not put up much resistance. When I woke up this morning it was raining but not very hard, so I didn't think I had needed any armour. But when I reached work it was as if the weather had turned a new page on me. I felt such hard cold breesze enwrapped me, my body responded with a shiver.
So here I am thinking that we were through the cold season, but I had to think twice this morning. When I looked around, my coworkers already throw on their jackets and I was left in the cold. When I called my wife to complain about my cold condition and have her warm me up with her sweet voice; only then did she inform me that the weatherman had already announced that there would be a cold-front passing over Jamaica.
It is Ash wednesday and a holiday, so there is not much activity going on here on my location. So I thanked God most of the time that when yielded to the cold breeze and hug myself, there is no one around. Sometimes I even got up and walk around a bit so I can shkake off some of the cold but only little did it do. Worse of all I was located ouutside in the open air so all odds were against me. But I was praying for the rain to fall so that I could have run into a building nearby as a means of escape but no such luck fell on me.
The dark clouds took precedence over the day and when the sun tried to shine it was voted out. However I spent most of my day surfing the internet with my new blackberry and just waited anxiously for the day to end. And thank God it did.

Blog-the-Pryce

2010-02-17T13:25:00.000-08:00

Cold front
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