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Charlie Bobus

Charlie Bobus takes performance poetry to a new level, he has been described as being “the hardest working Dub Poet”. Bringing a new genre of Reggae poetry called Motivational Dub Poetry to the world. Born in the rough ghetto of Grantspen in Kingston Jamaica, now he is on a mission to empower minds and uplift youths. He has been an Activist, Producer, Publisher, Events C-coordinator, Actor, workshop facilitator, and motivational speaker for over a decade. He facilitated the Harriet Tubman Youth Leadership Program called Get Up Stand Up and does work with high priority neighborhoods. After performing in Trinidad on Roots Poetry festival, he also facilitated workshops in schools and the notorious Laventill neighborhood. Charlie Bobus promoted some of the major poetry events that kept the poetry scene alive in Jamaica and Toronto Canada. Promoter of the weekly open mike series Xperience Thursdays Roots Reggae & Poetry Open Mic Jam held in downtown Toronto and a number of poetry events in Jamaica including the Dub Poets In Concert Series. Charlie Bobus has released his “Creative Energy” Collection Book, single & Video, and launched his first Dub Poetry Album at Lula Lounge in Toronto Canada. He is presently in Jamaica in the studios working on his second album. See www.instagram/charliebobus www.facebook.com/charliebobus Email: charliebobus@gmail.com Call: 876-499-8982

THE PAIN IN HER EYES

Her silent words flowed from her eyes again Dropping through the ink Of my pen A ache that’s deeper Than a sentence Than anything that could be said in pretence The soul beaming droplets Filled with light Replaced by darkness Where depression gets to ignite The answer to the questions She ask The pain in her eyes Can’t be hidden by no mask

THE ASCENSION

I support the ascension of the sacred feminine the spiritual awakening that is occuring the shift in consciousness happening from within understanding the yang and yin of the universe we in the energies permeating everything elevated thinking the ascension of the sacred feminine aligining with us the sacred masculine harnessing the sage’s wisdom the sacred feminine time has come no more will she be held down silenced: thrown to the ground or sit watching her throne get overrun ascending from the ashes like phoenix, the Sun rising to replenish her kemetic kingdom with an abundance of information updating her DNA through spiritually inclined diet plan the sacred feminine through divine ascension will bring about a change in this generation declaring continually I am, I am lets all honour the womb of creation repeat her affirmation, I am I am

THE STORY

the choice of story is our responsibility recovering wisdom of our former glory the oral tradition preserves our history reminding us continually of our real identity folk heroes teach a moral their struggle are to be learnt from Anansi made us think of the world through a jamaican portal connecting us with the culture that’s African enhanced our imagination but some programming received was so wrong let’s reimagine some of our old folk songs the messages passed down that has affected our nation the music that’s subliminal lets seek sacred information passed down through previous generation without a paper trail or outside infiltration storytellers, remember the oracle was the elder passing on knowledge on the herbs used by the healer the ways of each plant healers know which one they want keepers of the knowledge from the land of birth they never depart

MAROON SOVEREIGNTY

Hear the sound of the horn the abeng to be exact how do you think the people will react Maroon sovereignty have to stay intact that is why we have a treaty fi that revolutionaries don’t retreat in the face of attack the blood of Nanny runs through our vein not in vain spiritual warfare was won so there’s everything to gain mining our minerals conglomerates with plane circling our zone watching with their drone praedial larceny by the states very own reaching for their guns slackness can’t be condoned luckily the chief intervened cause if it was even a stone the want to redraw the boundary to Accompong steal some of the land our forefathers fought for so long natural resources on indigenous land is all that they want if you understand War drum it have to sound they enter the compound illegally come around the abeng it have to sound