Court's Court and other Notables

Games Are For Players and Tricks Are For Kids

2012-01-11T17:23:00.001-05:00

As I see it, the world of formulaic practices would have me

Write a thousand lines on pages made of the most luxurious
Antique papyrus with a quill from the virginal bosom of a phoenix
In an ancient hand, maybe sanscrit or something so sacred
It is undecipherable to mere mortals.
Penning you poems and prose that were to chasten your spirit
Against any other suitor, gird you against the war of roses
And song and delicacies from a thousand tribes of lyricists
Whose only intent is to win the favours of the forever immortalized,
Forever inspired, caged bird who art fairer than the very angels
Mirrored in her gaze.

This would be the desires of most who wish the enlightenment of your
Presence and granduer. But away with that.
For such contrivances quickly whither and lose luster.

As for me, give me the bird that sings to be free,
Sings only to me. Only that my ear hear the sweet melodious rapture
Springing forth from velvet lips with full throated whispers
That ride cosmic vibrations, mingling with ethereal effervescence.
Give me the sonnet, slaved and toiled over, written and rewritten
Til every last syllable, nay every last letter, is the reflection of a life’s
Desirious cascade of devote offering, delicately placed as
Perfectly as natures perfect imperfections.
As simple as a grain of sand, as still as the fleck of pollen
Grasping tightly at eyelashes, reflecting the brilliant radiance
From the moons of a thousand galaxies through the vortex of eyes
So bold and wonderous, they themselves had to be inspiration for the God’s.

Not too much to ask for. Better than games better than tricks.
Any man can do this.
But only SHE does it right.

Jah Courtney 2012

Prophecy And History..Africas Redemption 10/20 by Black Truth Media | Blog Talk Radio

2011-10-20T21:20:00.000-04:00

Prophecy And History..Africas Redemption 10/20 by Black Truth Media | Blog Talk Radio

A Long Walk To Freedom..Feat. Empress Mujahji 09/08 by Black Truth Media | Blog Talk Radio

2011-09-08T21:24:00.000-04:00

A Long Walk To Freedom..Feat. Empress Mujahji 09/08 by Black Truth Media | Blog Talk Radio

Apple

2011-07-10T21:02:00.003-04:00

Okay apple. I said yes to writing while looking at you and figure now is as good as any to start. Didn’t think that looking at your rosy, glossy complexion would help me to write anything but funny enough, I’m sitting here thinking about the girls; my daughter and hers. Apparently, the dimples in your flesh remind me of their smiling faces. Or even the way the little one goofs up her face just as she’s about to start balling. I do miss them all so very much. Is it possible that beneath your God given beauty, there is a depth of substance that reaches far beyond being just a temporal treat? It seems now that apples will forever remind me of my children. Oh apple, shiny pretty apple, all bright and colourful. Thank you for this moment.

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So it’s been said, Oh Apple, that I’vent looked deeply enough into your lustrous appeal. I could have noted I guess, that the glint on your skin is like that of the glint in the air as the sun finally kisses earth, disappearing beyond ocean waves. You have to be as patient to see that as one should be in getting to your last bite. Or maybe that your anciently designed lean to construction makes me think of the first time I saw her dance for me. She said she was simply stretching and yet the movements were so fluid; the light playfully wrapped around her, caressing curves that I have burned into memory; even the very air held her in place balanced against invisible pillars. It was as intoxicating as your delectable first kiss. I could have mentioned your cute, little foot resting so precariously on my table and the twinkling toes, toes I’ve counted again and again to the delightful glee of my most treasured, whose plump rosy cheek is also the tenderest morsel. You are God’s gift indeed.

If you think Planking is wack...

2011-07-08T16:50:00.002-04:00

If you think planking is wack, then you should consider another activity that has an even wider audience. It's followers are from all backgrounds, and stretch across all age demographics. And on a side note, it is even cooler when you don't have pictures. It is called praying. You should try it. A minute on your knees can cause a world of good, for you and the world of people. Besides, nobody ever died from praying.

Show me you so that I might show you me

2011-07-05T01:06:00.000-04:00

Standing there amidst

dew drops and

sun showers and childrens

laughter, I saw

you from across

oceans and the heavens

languishing,

staunch as a single

Harlem Rose.

If I were to capture

but an inkling of

the strength

you heave in

each breath

you breathed through

Eve's parted

lips I

would carry your

load and

mine and yours

again

as Atlas if but only

to allow you to

lend your bare hand to my face.

If my lips were

to be as free as

my pen, birds would

recite my love in song

and perfume all the worlds

air with its' fragrance.

It was all I could do

not to

reach out

across the abyss,

the oasis that lay

between us

and draw you to me

and give Samspon his leave.

If only the angels who

carry my heart

in whisper

across this universe

would gain audience with

the stars that dance when you smile,

you would hear the

whole

true

story.

My two cents

Jah Courtney

Jamdown

2011-07-05T01:03:00.000-04:00

As sleep retreats and
the cloud of haze that
perfumed the heavy night
air pulls at the last traces of
consciousness,
As I step onto soil
that broke my grandfathers’ backs
and bore their seed,
Waiting for the chance to
wash my covenant
in the waters that
gave courage to their flesh
and nutriment
to their root,
As I sip on the harp sound
that gave wings to their visions
and flight to their prayers,
I kneel and
return her love.

My two cents

Jah Courtney

"I have dreamed a dream, but now that dream is gone from me..."

2011-06-07T15:01:00.003-04:00

Blessed,

Let me get this off my chest because who knows if there will ever be another opportunity. Thank you from the bottom of the depths of my soul that you stopped through here today. I do give JAH many thanks for you and how this manifested. You certainly exceeded my wildest imaginings. My spirit is whelmed. Thanks for sharing that small piece of you, the small tangible piece that computers letters and telephones are hard pressed to capture. I breath you in in every moment Liza. Even now trace scents dance beneath my nostril and give me pause that I have known that side of you.

Well, the more that I could say is no longer my place to say. It gives me some small measure of what have you knowing that were it not for circumstance or situation, or perhaps both, that you and I would be. I doubt that not. I am though, grown enough to hold my tongue and caring enough to make this short. There is always a place in this heart dear Liza. As sure as the sun will set this eve and rise again in the morrows.

Words no longer live up to the story of us.....

Love Always,

Who do I kid?

2011-05-17T10:31:00.000-04:00

Just sat down to write you a letter and all the confusion about you and us was released in a heartbeat. How could I not love you? How could I not be in love with you? I have resigned myself to the idea that if I must wait a lifetime or two until we can soundly and safely and with righteous blessing be together, then wait I shall. Corny how the only words that are acceptable here run the course of being so cliche. Maybe it is you and I both who have been the source of tales of unrequited love and still yet love everlastings from time immemorial. Please give the children my love. Please know that I will wait. I will wait.

My two cents...
Jah C

Damn

2011-05-17T09:53:00.000-04:00

I just don't understand how it is that you are still so
burned into my brain, heart and soul
even after everything.
When will you give up
haunting my dreams,
and my every waking moment.
When will I get
to love you
without the pain.
How I long to only
remember you fondly
from a distance.

My two cents
Jah C

A Game Well Played At Last

2011-03-12T12:56:00.001-05:00

I want to thank you for giving me back a piece of myself Father. Took a lifetime, or at least the feel of one. How many times before have my actions burdened you? How many times have they scorned at your love? I had disgraced myself a thousand times over and still yet you favoured me. How I do give thanks. Lessons learned through pain are difficult to forget. But the wisdom borne on the other side is just. At last a worthy opponent....

Just my two cents...
Jah C

--- Congolese saying

2011-03-12T12:40:00.003-05:00

Soul and skin are linked: Soul can lead skin. Skin can call soul. Both soul and skin can be stolen or torn apart. Shun the man who would tear skin-for he is evil. But fear the man who steals the soul, for that man can steal stars from the sky.--- Congolese saying

Just my two cents...

Jah C

No More Tears

2011-03-11T09:58:00.002-05:00

Just saying that a real woman would have had the decency to just come out and say what was truly on her mind. No need to mask it behind feigned intrigue, care and/or love. Much as you claim wholeness of spirit and completeness of worldly love, truth is justice. Maybe it was never to be as it had once promised. That is just. That is a truth we can walk into proudly. But waiting on the edge of the abyss, waiting for a light to shine that had no intention of shining, that is disdainful. That hurt can not and will not be forgiven. But what hurts most is knowing how much was given over to you. That which can not be reclaimed. And that for what it's worth, it was all taken for granted. I blame myself for not knowing better and for having myself done the very same to one too many before. Damn shame though, cause it was real.

Just my two cents...

Jah C

Now Is The Moment

2011-03-11T08:48:00.000-05:00

I awoke with fear
And trembling, broken and still.
Now it is over.

Cry As You Must

2011-02-07T19:15:00.000-05:00

There is a book of stolen dreams
to which no author found.
In the binding of this book
all pain and loss are bound
Was said that of these dreams,
wrote in that book,
are gifts for none to see.
All the troubles in your heart
are shouldered here for thee.

Jah C

Just my two cents...

N'Kosi Sikeleli (Miriam Makeba, Ladysmith Black Mambazo, Paul Simon)

2011-01-28T17:52:00.000-05:00

Be Prudent In Your Choice Of Words

2011-01-28T01:23:00.000-05:00

Lyrics are not for the faint of heart. They are simply to feed the soul. Both at once, timeless and immeasurable.

For you

2011-01-28T01:17:00.002-05:00

I give thanks that I have known love. It has forever been etched into the very seat of my soul.

Yolanda Adams- Be Blessed with lyrics

2011-01-20T11:47:00.000-05:00

The Hardest Thing Ever

2011-01-06T17:14:00.004-05:00

For me the hardest thing ever has been to love. Well I love my family, of course. My daughter has to date been the only woman whom I love unconditionally, according to one previous girlfriend. And if there was ever any doubt about loving myself, believe it never came from me. But I have never had much success when it comes to fostering long lasting romantic love bonds. Maybe I've gotten in my own way. I have had over the years some very hard and fast rules that I've lived by, that while keeping me safe and sanity intact, have kept the world at bay. It would take the love of someone who I hadn't even met physically to quell that.

She appeared as if out of a dream. Don't laugh. I know it sounds the most cliche of cliches. But truly, the woman of which I speak plain and simply saved my life. I've never expressed it to her quite like that. But in the span of a little over a year, she broke down walls of mistrust, barriers of disconsolate despondency that have long plagued my life. And all in an instant.

Then the strangest thing happened. Strange maybe to no one else, but this same woman was able to make me feel that same depth of despair from which she once resurrected me. My comeuppance I assume. Is there any other way to explain it? Years of dodging commitment, of brokering relationship failures, it seemed to be my time to be on the receiving end. And did I ever bear the brunt of torrents of emotion that I had never known to exist within me. And I thank her for it.

I still love this woman, deeply. Dare I say she is the embodiment of love. To breathe her in in every moment, in ever way, that is my dream. My vision. If she ever reads this, ever listens to the breeze that blows on solemn sun filled days, from my shore to hers, maybe she will know the strength she has given me. God alone bears more favour in my life.

Just my two cents....

Jah Courtney

LOVE? REALLY?

2011-01-01T09:33:00.003-05:00

Day one of stop kidding myself. Seriously, I can't imagine putting myself through all of that again. Not that it was a waste of time by any means. Learned quite a bit about myself over the past year. Learned a lot about who and how I could be in a relationship. At least I think I did. But that moment for energy wasting is over. Will be a long time before that ever happens again. Still yet the blame rests squarely and solely on me. But it's good to be given a chance to exit now before making a complete ass of myself. Not that in some measure I don't feel like I already have. Just not again.

Just my two cents.....

Jah Courtney

Funny People

2010-11-17T08:07:00.005-05:00

I will never really understand some people. Honestly, I think I will never understand the woman in my life. I mean, when I see all the hub bub going on over this "royal engagement" over in europe just recently, I think of how my family handles my engagements. See my family has talked about, scrutinized and criticized all of my girlfriends in times past. Where is my, pardon me, our, television interview with Martin Bashir?
And I love all the poise these "royals" are displaying during this charade of pomp and circumstance. Me myself, have learned to sit back quietly while all the questions are flying about at break neck speed, sourcing information that may in fact only be relevant to grandmothers and great-grands. All of my poise comes at no expense of highly overpriced boarding and finishing schools. You just kinda have to let family be family and pray that your mate is strong enough to handle it. To date though, only a handful have been able to buffer themselves against the first sortie, and might have lasted quite long had that been it.
On a side note, I think it's a little creepy that they used the mothers' old engagement ring considering what happened to her in the end. Like they're almost explicitly announcing the next blood sacrifice, if you believe in that stuff. Or maybe the first wearer just wasn't supposed to wear it at all. Who knows. Just stretching my conspiracy theory legs out on that one.

Just my two cents.....

Jah Courtney

Breaking...

2010-11-12T09:48:00.002-05:00

...My heart
Handing my lil one over
To a man who promised a dream
A family
A home
Love
...Broken
She screams
As she grips onto me locking her feet for security
She grabs at me
Eyes pleading
...My heart weeps
A scar for eternity

With blessings,

Liza

This was written by a very good friend. The sentiment to me is very real and quite relevant to many.

Just my two cents.....

Jah Courtney

Penny for My Thoughts

2010-11-02T13:21:00.004-04:00

Was just thinking to myself early this morning that for all of what it's worth, everything that I've ever wanted, ever needed in a woman, was fashioned, in the infinite wisdom of the universe, into the likes of you. Think I've mentioned to you once before that it felt as though I've waited my entire life to meet you. And if I have to wait another lifetime to be with you the way we've envisioned, I pray that God favours me with the strength, wisdom and patience to seek out the serenity that you represent in my life. I love you now and want to always and forever and a day.

Just my two cents....

Love Don't Love Me

2010-10-01T15:45:00.000-04:00