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It’s sometimes confusing the spin of the earth.
The ways of the world, the happenings in this world.
Today she’s nice, tomorrow she’s not.
Today it’s hot and tomorrow… Rain!
Today stability, tomorrow earthquakes.
Tsunamis. Pain.
Up & down like elevators we all travel the floors of life.
Stopping when there’s a power cut or when we have an agenda.
Agenda.

I’m musing… Soaring over a broad spectrum of live pictures.
I’m painting freely…
Spilling out without particular order & overflowing my banks.
Life sometimes is overwhelming.
Order out of chaos, but why create chaos if we want order.
Rules are always easy to break so new ones are easily made.
Each individual is a contributor to the collective soul of the earth
& the earth itself to the collective soul of the universe.
But that seems too infinite, too vast, doesn’t it?
The mind likes to think around corners they can bend…
& If not, risks going round the bend.
Around & around.

Today he’s collected, tomorrow he’s dispersed.
The rhythm of life is in the going,
in the forward movement when life itself screeches
to a halt & makes no sense..
I’m musing…
Getting used to this beautiful dame
I choose to live with in the moment of time,
till the next exit.
At ease!

IanJazzi

Featured Poem:

The Power Shift

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It all started with the raw, you can call it money
cuz when the belly full then the mind goes awonder.
The rich are inventors, the poor are dreamers.
So when they make it happen, then the concept was stolen.
Original in store but cosmetic sells,
cuz lies are easily bought so the truth is never sold.

Nine eleven
The Twin Tallest fell
And then almost a decade
Halfway in the sky, middle east Burj
Power shift, that’s the way that I see it.
Power shift, that’s the way I perceive it.

Now where comes the beast?
Offsprings of the rich can be cruel
Cruel like a vengeful curse
Innocence lost in the power of the pound, money money money,
the strike of the hammer.
Funny funny funny is the laughter of wisdom,
cuz the people perish for lack of knowledge.

The final power shift will come to the source,
once powerful & bound by unity.
Broken away when the treasures were stolen.
Africa unites before this manifests.

Modern day wars with bombs as weapons,
aint no need to shoot when the trigger is explosion.
Kill ’em all, and not one at a time.
Cuz time is of the essence and speed is pride.
Power of the richest – ‘do what thou wilt’ –
Same feather birds don’t only flock together,
they challenge one another & try to match strength.
Friends they were but enemies they will be,
when they hunger & thirst for the same one thing.
A fight will occur & they will both lose,
affecting everyone so the world will have to end.

There’s always a God.
He’s the one who’s the builder
cuz when the ashes come, the dust must be swept.
Orbit in motion, he sets the ball rolling.

The power is the cell, energy in the sperm.
Blood is always thick, fuel of the life.

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Biography

IanJazzi is an accomplished artist and entrepreneur. Multi-talented and traversing many artistic styles and genres, IanJazzi has made significant contributions to Accra’s music and entertainment scene as a musician, producer, spoken word artist, emcee and actor. In addition to his talents in the performing arts, IanJazzi is also successful as a model and businessman.

IanJazzi

Biography

IanJazzi is an accomplished artist and entrepreneur. Multi-talented and traversing many artistic styles and genres, IanJazzi has made significant contributions to Accra’s music and entertainment scene as a musician, producer, spoken word artist, emcee and actor. In addition to his talents in the performing arts, IanJazzi is also successful as a model and businessman.

Musings

Enlarge poem

It’s sometimes confusing the spin of the earth.
The ways of the world, the happenings in this world.
Today she’s nice, tomorrow she’s not.
Today it’s hot and tomorrow… Rain!
Today stability, tomorrow earthquakes.
Tsunamis. Pain.
Up & down like elevators we all travel the floors of life.
Stopping when there’s a power cut or when we have an agenda.
Agenda.

I’m musing… Soaring over a broad spectrum of live pictures.
I’m painting freely…
Spilling out without particular order & overflowing my banks.
Life sometimes is overwhelming.
Order out of chaos, but why create chaos if we want order.
Rules are always easy to break so new ones are easily made.
Each individual is a contributor to the collective soul of the earth
& the earth itself to the collective soul of the universe.
But that seems too infinite, too vast, doesn’t it?
The mind likes to think around corners they can bend…
& If not, risks going round the bend.
Around & around.

Today he’s collected, tomorrow he’s dispersed.
The rhythm of life is in the going,
in the forward movement when life itself screeches
to a halt & makes no sense..
I’m musing…
Getting used to this beautiful dame
I choose to live with in the moment of time,
till the next exit.
At ease!

Featured Poem:

The Power Shift

Enlarge poem

It all started with the raw, you can call it money
cuz when the belly full then the mind goes awonder.
The rich are inventors, the poor are dreamers.
So when they make it happen, then the concept was stolen.
Original in store but cosmetic sells,
cuz lies are easily bought so the truth is never sold.

Nine eleven
The Twin Tallest fell
And then almost a decade
Halfway in the sky, middle east Burj
Power shift, that’s the way that I see it.
Power shift, that’s the way I perceive it.

Now where comes the beast?
Offsprings of the rich can be cruel
Cruel like a vengeful curse
Innocence lost in the power of the pound, money money money,
the strike of the hammer.
Funny funny funny is the laughter of wisdom,
cuz the people perish for lack of knowledge.

The final power shift will come to the source,
once powerful & bound by unity.
Broken away when the treasures were stolen.
Africa unites before this manifests.

Modern day wars with bombs as weapons,
aint no need to shoot when the trigger is explosion.
Kill ’em all, and not one at a time.
Cuz time is of the essence and speed is pride.
Power of the richest – ‘do what thou wilt’ –
Same feather birds don’t only flock together,
they challenge one another & try to match strength.
Friends they were but enemies they will be,
when they hunger & thirst for the same one thing.
A fight will occur & they will both lose,
affecting everyone so the world will have to end.

There’s always a God.
He’s the one who’s the builder
cuz when the ashes come, the dust must be swept.
Orbit in motion, he sets the ball rolling.

The power is the cell, energy in the sperm.
Blood is always thick, fuel of the life.

How does this featured poem make you feel?

  • Amazement (0)
  • Pride (0)
  • Optimism (0)
  • Anger (0)
  • Delight (0)
  • Inspiration (0)
  • Reflection (0)
  • Captivation (0)
  • Peace (1)
  • Amusement (0)
  • Sorrow (0)
  • Vigour (0)
  • Hope (0)
  • Sadness (0)
  • Fear (0)
  • Jubilation (0)

Musings

Enlarge poem

It’s sometimes confusing the spin of the earth.
The ways of the world, the happenings in this world.
Today she’s nice, tomorrow she’s not.
Today it’s hot and tomorrow… Rain!
Today stability, tomorrow earthquakes.
Tsunamis. Pain.
Up & down like elevators we all travel the floors of life.
Stopping when there’s a power cut or when we have an agenda.
Agenda.

I’m musing… Soaring over a broad spectrum of live pictures.
I’m painting freely…
Spilling out without particular order & overflowing my banks.
Life sometimes is overwhelming.
Order out of chaos, but why create chaos if we want order.
Rules are always easy to break so new ones are easily made.
Each individual is a contributor to the collective soul of the earth
& the earth itself to the collective soul of the universe.
But that seems too infinite, too vast, doesn’t it?
The mind likes to think around corners they can bend…
& If not, risks going round the bend.
Around & around.

Today he’s collected, tomorrow he’s dispersed.
The rhythm of life is in the going,
in the forward movement when life itself screeches
to a halt & makes no sense..
I’m musing…
Getting used to this beautiful dame
I choose to live with in the moment of time,
till the next exit.
At ease!

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