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​BEAUTIFUL LADY 
BEHIND A TRUCK 
BIG MONEY
BIG UP BIG UP 
BRIDGING DE GAP
BROTHER S KEEPER
CHILDREN OF THE WORLD 
CHILDREN PLAY
COME INSIDE 
COME SHARE YOUR LOVE
CROP OVER 
DON T TOUCH ME SO
EVELYN
EVERYBODY NEEDS A FRIEND
FALCON
GINE HOME 
HEAH MISTER BIG TIME
HEAH MR BIG TIME 
HER SONG 
HONEY YOU ARE
I EN LYING
I LL MAKE IT WORTH YOUR WHILE 
I M NOT MY BROTHER S KEEPER 
I VE FOUND A FRIEND IN YOU 
IF YOU BELIEVE
IMMIGRANT
IN MY LIFE
IN THE NAME OF V A T
IT S A FAMILY THING
KADOOMENT MORNING
LIFE OF THE PARTY
LIVE YOUR LIFE 
LONG LONG TIME 
LOVE IS ONE THE WAY 
LOVE OF JESUS 
ON THE LINE 
P T 
PACK UP SO 
REMINISCING 
RUNNING AWAY
TAKE CONTROL
TRUCK
TRUTH 
WICKETS FLYING
Survival

Survival is like a mother’s child 
Clinging to her breast.
The only hope for life
To be natured, to grow, to learn, to know
To sprout forth new fruit
Creating newborns
Like a mother’s child

Written by Lionel Crawford
Lionel Crawford
©1980, 2000 Lionel Crawford. Used by permission. 
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similar energy takes on similar form,
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The Journey

From the African west coast  
they were abducted.  
Taken from their homelands  
and brought to the Caribbean and America.  
The journey was long and devastating  
but they survived. 
They were denied their language and culture  
and like up rooted trees  
they were left to culturally wither and die. 

The drum, a vital form of communication was prohibited.  
From the drum came rhythms. From rhythms came life.

Written by Lionel Crawford
© 2000 Lionel Crawford. Used by permission. 
 

Poeticworkz 

Symbols, signs, lines, captured in time 
thoughts collected, ideas injected, verbal  
expressions, Poeticworkz.

Gestures, words, phrases, 
riding so gracefully,  
the oldest form of communication, 
the beat. Poeticworkz. 

desperately trying not, to separate the phrasing 
from the beat of the drum, the meaning from the rhythm,  
the statement from the idea, but instead to have them  
work together in harmony, together like love, together in life,  
to convey the same message, to deliver the word, Poeticworkz. 

Childhood thoughts shatter the concept of the time line,  
this constant need to distinguish between new and old, 
past and present. As the bandwidth, arrogantly ignored,`
remains unexplored 

for the sake of a time keeping concept, `
past, present, future, Poeticworkz. 

Letters to syllables, syllables to words,  
words to phrases, Poeticworkz. 
phrases to sentences, sentences to passages, 
passages to time, Poeticworkz.  
time to infinity, infinity to space,  
space the here and now, Poeticworkz. 
entities come and go, back and forth, moving  
through our visual spectrum, our audible frequencies  
our emotional space, Poeticworkz.  

Cymbals, drums beat rhythms, voices chant phrases,  
praises, glorifying the art, communication, audible sounds,  
comprehendible signals and signs, talking, can you hear?  
gesturing, do you see? spirit beings, human beings,
thinking, living in this space, the here and now, Poeticworkz. 

entities come and go, back and forth, moving through  
our visual spectrum, through our audible frequencies, `
through our emotional space, 

as the bandwidth, 
arrogantly ignored, 

remains unexplored, Poeticworkz

Written by Lionel Crawford
© 2000 Lionel Crawford. Used by permission.