Poem: Times

Written by empressjournee

Photo credit: Knuth Waltenberg

There are times I find myself like a song,

Free, gentle, beautifully created, and upbeat:

And there are times, I find myself,

Like a broken record replaying old songs;

of the past mishaps, like a rip torn sheet,


There are times my smile seems, to want go on endlessly,

Then my mouth transform to a despondent disguise;

The seriousness, of your mystical energy, your mystical eyes,

Lighten my load and made me smile:

—Your gentle whisper brings solitude to my heart, all the time.

Empress Journee



About the author


I was born in Jamaica West Indies, immigrated to the United States of America at the tender age of ten. I've had the great privilege as an uprising reggae singer to perform as an open act for various great singers like Dennis Brown, Calypso Rose and others I admired. I also had the great opportunity to meet Dr. Bettye Shabazz and other great leaders. Because of my divine supreme using giants and various people to help develop within and allowed the higher God consciousness of my mind to see the greatness and love in me. I consider myself a wildflower, singer, poet, writer, and a great performer. I am working on strengthening all areas of my spiritual gifts. Peace and Blessings!