Hi people, i have been a closet writer for quite some times now and i think this forum is a means for me to share my thoughts with like minded folks. I saw a youtube video of a spoken word session by Ayo the Nigerian nightmare; it was entertaining and uplifting. Enjoy this piece. Your comments would be highly appreciated.

Bob Marley is in the building

I hear Nesta Marley is alive
He did not die like some believe
Death could not hold down a Rasta man
Like Natty dread Elijah, a Jah man
Revelations of this kind I keep divine
Hidden from Caesar, I am Saint John the divine
These thoughts of my alien mind
My mind of these alien thoughts
Like a UFO’s seeker with eyes to the sky
How can I distinct a plane as E.T’s jet fly?
Can the stage make the sage?
So I let music coach me and herbs heal aches
In the sounds of the wailers I meet the champion
Their acoustic accordion achieved accession
Jericho can not be far
Babylon can hear their voices from afar
Nesta is alive because I can hear him
I can see his face brown like cabin beam
And feet used to the dance of Nyabinghi
Go tell it to the Rivers, from Mississippi to the Thames
Tell it to the elders, Marcus Garvey and Haile Selassie
Gather the people of all tongues
Sound the trumpets, our redemption songs
Give me a voice like the roar of Victoria fall
Set me on Kilimanjaro, my height so tall
Please, prepare for a wonderful evening
Bob Marley is in the building
Now I stand on a plateau of wood
Mahogany of surface wet with brew
Many eyes raised to this pulpit of baseness
Urging my mind back to soberness
Is this how the festivals end?
How can I distinct music from legend?
For in a song we find the hero we seek
And in trouble our comfort is the deejay
Take me back to the fairy tales of Kingston Jamaica
I want to break bread with the twelve tribes of Israel
For Its like I have being dancing with the wolves
And my legs are heavy like metals, I can’t move
As I fall into an endless well full of scorpions
Am yelling free Zion! Free Zion!! Free Zion!!!
I am taken captive by our freedom haters