DERECK ROSE: WRITINGS

NEWS FROM BEHOND THE GRAVE.
 
Breaking news about the Jamaican born musician and artist Dereck Rose who died at the ripe old age of 100 last year. It is said that Mr Rose sent a text message from his iphone which was buried with him containing thrilling accounts from behond the grave. The message was sent to a close family member who wishes to remain anonymous. He said that as he was laid out in his coffin at his funeral, he was able to see all the mourners, and there was a great multitude of people present. He also described the lovely suit that he was wearing, and that he could see everyone, and though he was dead to them, his eyes were wide open and he felt very much alive. As he looked around at all the mourners; he thought to himself; “I didn't know so many people cared about me, he also noticed a certain beautiful woman weeping uncontrollably and no one was able to comfort her, he thought to himself; “ I didn't know that she fancied me that much. Dereck said; it wasnt [...]

 
Promotions not from north , south, east or west
it comes from above the Lord knows best.
Gods got all the plans in his mighty hands
and what if he wants it to work through a black man.
 
No one thought they'd ever see an afro-american elected to be
a man of colour on capital hill, the first black president, oh what a thrill.
 
Ancestral spirit of freedom fighters raging since captivity
way down the ages to this time, no real sense of liberty,
but now on this dawn of the first black president
american and commander-in chief,
a gentle breeze fills up the air which feels like sweet relief.
 
The injured slave expires, exhaled and breathed no more
when he saw the future brightened upon a distant shore.
Pioneers prophets and progenitors, have prophesied from afar
tired and worn from the struggle, they predicted a rising star.
 
Abraham Lincoln proclaimed on the first of January 1863
that all slaves should be freed within the confederacy,
“Those who deny freedom [...]

 
Her days are numbered
as she lays groaning in tormented sleep
covered and almost shrunkened
into her worn out creased up blankets
that covers her frail and fast ageing body,
But when she awakes
she blesses the Lord upon her bed
 
The house which once was the  pride
of this hard working zealous person
has now been reduced to a single room
where she awaits deaths final call,
nothing else matters
for soon she will meet her maker,
but when she awakes
she worships the Lord upon her bed.
 
She used to sit proudly around her dinner table
in her communal dining room
but now she lays prostrate upon her death bed
surrounded by trollies full of life enhancing medicines and pills
to ease the pain and give her comfort.
At the head of the bed lies a thin
but still breathing hoary head
and when she awakes
she blesses the Lord upon her bed.
 

In the spring of 1990 me and my girlfriend were driving from London to south Devon in a red Renault 4. As we were going out of Totnes up onto Kingsbridge hill in the direction of Harberton ford. It was about 4.am in the morning and the sky was still dark and starry, but as I looked up, I saw what I thought was a star turning into a very bright light, and it was getting bigger and bigger so I turned to my girlfriend and said; “ thats too big to be a star I want to stop and have a look, so I drove further up the hill into a parking place where there were a couple of benches overlooking the town. We got out of the car and looked over Totnes and suddenly there was a spacecraft hovering over the town. The door of the craft opened and there were metallic kind of people (my only description) in the same form as human beings, and they were looking over the town as if they were surveying it for some purpose. My first inner feelings at the time was; one of dread and fear, and also of the [...]

 
When I was a child I used to wet my bed, and quite often when I did, I always dreamed that I was pissing against the root of a tree, and it seemed so real until i'd wake up to find that I had already wet the bed. So now when I have a piss in the nature, and I hold onto a tree, I always assure myself with these words; “this is reality, as I feel the cool breeze blowing on my face, the birds whistling above me, and the sun shining brightly. One day as I was pissing against a tree reciting the words that “ this is reality and that this could never be a dream, I looked down realizing that I was pissing all over my jumper, which had fallen from around my waist, and then I said; “Oh shit!