The Garden Path

By MASS

This book is an illustration of social change in a time when the world is as ruthless as it can be. The words guide the philosophy of mankind to the light in the changes of time. I relentlessly seek to envelop peace a tool for continually. The prayer for the ruthless if they took it they would have envisaged their own change and not their demise. The book gives to you a strong definition of hope as it is in everyman to hope for the best hence only the best is good enough. This book is not doubtful of the goodness in man but we will all have the say in finding the goodness in man through the great conversations.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Jul 26, 2011
• ISBN: 9781462869404

MASS

Francis Malcolm the artist of Eschatology. He is a scholar that developed the arts of writing and drafting from early school days by reading and drawing from comic books. Francis was trained at the University of Technology and VTDI, The Mico Teachers College, The Jamaica School of Agriculture, and Jose Marti Technical High School for the world of work. Francis began writing at an early age at José Marti but became more proficient while at College. His best known work at The Mico Teachers college was “The Garden Path”. As a scribe “Ancient’s Men Philosophy, and the Structured Barriers” was even more applaudable. Francis now emerges as a Social, Emotional and Philosophical Writer with pieces that touch the ESP for application.

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THE BOOK

OF FREEDOM

SENTENCED

Reading from an old story book

This was all my memory took

A man not a stealer not a crook

But sentenced forever, just for his looks

Freedom was his only aim

One for which many would gain

His life oh! Yes, was selfishly tamed

And now to spend it all in shame

Now all these years of withering gains

He never stooped to the oppressor’s game

He will live and carry the pain

Until his countrymen’s homeland is reclaimed

Shackled in grief, morning, noon and night

Always bounded by the ever present walls

Across his mind would a curse come a day

That Pretoria’s tops would rot in the clay

Search for your freedom, forget not your rights

That is what he preached day and night

Live like you are undisturbed

And the almighty’s face you’ll see in an enslaved world

Justice, peace, let us all see to it

Remembering always that Jericho was not a myth

Callous now for being seated in his hell

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THE GARDEN PATH

This poem is for you

It is for clarity, variety and coherence

In the step forward to victory

It will ask the question, are you Titanic?

To those who never saw the keels of ships

It will see mothers wiping tears of joy from their eyes

It will see children smile as never before

It sees no more burning of fat for the conversion of energy

And it will see a change in humanity

From the walls of China to the children of Africa

And from the heat of Mexico, to the tribes of Jamaica.

In any case the many hatred of this world

Is caused by the many passions of love

And the eager desire to have

But let us see the day

When we will see our brothers’ blood beneath the skin

And let it stay their as a hidden treasure

Then the pilgrims of brotherhood,

Peace and love will stand alive in us.

There is no need to wonder and question

The many things we can achieve

But rather to question the dedication for those needs

And as we rise above the state of questioning

We will find the cause of all our needs

Then we will see that

There is a cause for answer in each mans needs

Just like how we have never found

The dedication and the cause

To feed the hungered people of this world

But we have found the dedication and the cause

To fill our own satisfaction

Now its time to look at the status of our brothers

Leave the self for a little while

And see the conditions affecting them all

That we in the self would not tolerate

And our own will would not desire to have.

Yes if we can see

The will and the passion to create the inverse in mankind

Then we will see

The day when each man’s survival will be his brothers

And the labour for food, peace, love and freedom

Will not cause refuge, destruction, racism, and rationalization

But gives gains and satisfactions beneficial to one and all

Then all men will see the day

When they will not rise above the call for mercy

And will not watch small boats

Spoon their way to delivery on yonder shores

But on our shores, their shores

Our own shores, their own shores

They will climb to the hills of sanctity

And will not contribute to

The extractions of suffering men’s cry from the willing ears

But destroy the enmity of greed

And help each man to build and define his aspirations

Today our roots are well defined

But the tracks to our roots we cannot find

BUT! Come that day when the mother land will say

We have pleasure in you

For the deeds of good

The help you’ve given

Your sense of