Biography
Jahson is a Trinidadian born poet of dual nationality. He has spent several years residing in England and travelling Europe. He has been influenced by a fusion of African, European, urban American and Caribbean culture. Some of the pieces of artwork displayed in Jason's collection is influenced by the Dogon tribe of Mali, Rastafarianism, American hip hop culture, and the art galleries of Barcelona. Jahson also notes the pulsating multicultural life of Trinidad & Tobago inclusive of Carnival, Divali, Eid ul Fitr, 12 Tribes and Christian festivals as a powerful influence. In closing, this very spiritual and enigmatic yet simple collection of poems and illustrations are considered by Jahson to be his favourite body of work to date.
Samples
An Erudite Among US Real Life - Scene 6 I guess I needed to read that just then. They say when God can’t come, he sends a man or a woman or a sign or a symbol. Guess the forces sends guidance and solace to those that seek it. My mind ran back to Justin, what would Justice look like for him? In which dimension will the sentence be enforced? There goes Jacob. He is swaggering as usual, pants low, boxers out and that huge gold chain and slave band. Justin was Jacob’s younger riding buddy. Streets are saying that Charlie Gold and his boys were looking for Jacob; but Justin would do. I wish I could say Justin was a good boy, and he was in the wrong place at the wrong time. I think both Justin and Jacob were both starting their careers as criminals. I guess Justin’s Moms could not be at two places at a time, working those twelve hour shifts as a security guard at the health centre to make ends meet. This meant that Justin and his little sister Gina had many unsupervised hours to get well and truly caught up with the hip hop and dancehall culture, with other unsupervised ghetto kids. Hip hop and dancehall was once a good thing, an authentic and unapologetic representation of youthful and playful ghetto identity, It had suddenly turned the page to a chapter that has become so insidious and rebellious and demonic, yet so common place. As an aspiring writer myself, I lamented at the state of modern day song writers, and their lust for the golden calf lifestyle. I warmed up in the coffee shop with my Chai latte, and penned these verses Inspiration for Courage Father, father why do I feel this way? Why can’t I say the things I want to say? I really love to feel, feel the grace of your inspiration; Sometimes, so great, I feel as if I could rule this nation. I love to feel your power, as it races through me To ascend, from this world, this false material world, To your supernatural grace; which to me, is reality. I love you father, for you created me, As well as the ugly toads, and the great vast sea. I love to walk close to you, You created the great glowing sun, as well as the yellow burning one Plus; the morning’s fresh dew. I need you father, please, enter my soul. So I could ride this life, my heart could never feel cold. Enter me, so I can create An array of emotions, which is simply, great… Father, now I am lost, wait, now I am found Sometimes I feel up, sometimes down, I love to feel you and just get so deep; Deep as the night, and my thoughts at sleep. Father this world is plagued with distractions Yet only you, can bring satisfaction. Great good Jah, now I really need to say Take me up, up and away. "Being Loveable Is Being Happy" Loveable Sees Happy! Today I saw this girl she really looked fly, So magnificent, Her vibes brought tears to my eyes. I smiled, but she did not smile back Didn’t matter, She was the prey I’m on the attack. She doing something, so deep in my heart, How can the memory of her face, make my smile start. Why am I only thinking of her? Trapped in her thoughts, That would not let me depart. I think I’m in love! Open my mind, To the realm of living in a deeper heart. Macca! Happy Speaks! With sheepish grin on his face, He approached His voice was barely audible, as he mumbled his name, something about his eyes, they were so, interesting but his looks were average and his clothing, well. Was I expected to buy that act behind those nervous eyes, the fidgeting hands, I saw what he was all about he was just another one, in search of romance another one in the pursuit of…who knows, Love? I smiled politely; as I fed him the line “It was nice meeting you, but.. Slammin! Sex Even though this is personal, I not telling nobody, that would definitely be out of context, but we just did it! We just made sex! I don’t’ know where all them sweaty, vibes manage to create, but we sucked and kissed and moulded and folded, just GREAT! In the climax of the times, Oh what a feel! It was like a blasting dream, that seemed so real! Being with her, that’s all, I wanna do; as the song goes “mine she hold you, she have a crazy glue”!!. Macca!
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