The many moons and suns have melted on top of my head
Locking my memory towards the day of all days
I length…the loss of breath and sound beholds me!
The day that has melted and formed no speech
The final steps are single
Flowing graciously amidst fashioned trees
Lined with sanctity and purity
The smiling bride blinds me with her glow
My locks play strings to sing the melody of memory
But stuck to strum only one…
A sharp…flat…mute chord
That will never feel the touch of music
No words have gathered
No thoughts conjured
The speechless poet is in awe of time
A priceless moment awaits me
As my words escape before my heart stops beating
And the lump emerges in my throat
As tears shale my lips to a shiver
But still!! No sound is made
As the tear may fall
It drops only to silently say…
I…
WISH….
IT…
WERE…
…
No words still! While questions linger
But just awe! And more awe!
Silent…very silent!
Etching upon the tablet of my aching, joyful
Yet subtly hurting heart
My gift is quiet, humble and teary
The silent, speechless poet will write to many morrows
In ode to risking love for mud
In warning for young lovers
Speechless…
but written for speeches of others
I give you my voice in word!
Speak for me!
Speak for the speechless poet!
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
Monday, August 17, 2009
My want...my plight
Confined and convicted
I stood among the piercing eyes
Of those who accused me!
The hazy shadows of gleaming eyes
Rusty fingers and growls of argue
Quickly blacked the light of hope
Hopping about my head
The mist of fury crawled against the ground
Clutching my feet; numbing all leads of escape
Cruel winds chill my spine
My skin imploded!
Shooting blister like a freak rash spreading all about
This was not catered for!
The consequences grew rapid
Banking into my space
The hazy shadows drew closer!
All eyes grew wilder! Greener! And brighter
I heard the nuance of my own voice…
Ringing like mass bells!
Growing louder and louder in my ear!
I cast my sight through the mist
And saw a hand clutching at my head!
Falling to the ground heavily
I see repetitions of my demeanor
Millions of “me’s” snatching at my body
With each pull, they tear my flesh
Making me weaker
The demons I swore I renounced came 7 times stronger!
Boxing me about the cloudy field
My angle of untold secrets
molds of cunning mantras
patient vows and malicious lies
all in want of what I took…
“Flesh!”
My sickness manifested and fed off itself
Finally attempting to kill the disease that has rendered me helpless
This is the plight of the wanting man!
Lying silent for the blood of virgins
Drinking deeply from broken cisterns
Accuser, judge and jury of his death sentence
“My want!!...My plight!”
I stood among the piercing eyes
Of those who accused me!
The hazy shadows of gleaming eyes
Rusty fingers and growls of argue
Quickly blacked the light of hope
Hopping about my head
The mist of fury crawled against the ground
Clutching my feet; numbing all leads of escape
Cruel winds chill my spine
My skin imploded!
Shooting blister like a freak rash spreading all about
This was not catered for!
The consequences grew rapid
Banking into my space
The hazy shadows drew closer!
All eyes grew wilder! Greener! And brighter
I heard the nuance of my own voice…
Ringing like mass bells!
Growing louder and louder in my ear!
I cast my sight through the mist
And saw a hand clutching at my head!
Falling to the ground heavily
I see repetitions of my demeanor
Millions of “me’s” snatching at my body
With each pull, they tear my flesh
Making me weaker
The demons I swore I renounced came 7 times stronger!
Boxing me about the cloudy field
My angle of untold secrets
molds of cunning mantras
patient vows and malicious lies
all in want of what I took…
“Flesh!”
My sickness manifested and fed off itself
Finally attempting to kill the disease that has rendered me helpless
This is the plight of the wanting man!
Lying silent for the blood of virgins
Drinking deeply from broken cisterns
Accuser, judge and jury of his death sentence
“My want!!...My plight!”
Imagine
Between the halved door
And the bat of her eyelids
10,000 images climbed the window
and rained hard blood while raising the dead
All at once; that image wreaked havoc…
Nails like no iron; sparked fires beyond infernos
Splitting mud wide open,
Streaking soft expressions of sweetness
Dictating love letters all over the back that sends the pressure
It’s the silence of the language
that grabs and grips the essence of speeches
the bud and the bee finds harmony
in the scent of sunrise; even the softest of rains floods the deepest desires.
So she’s painted again!
Over and over again
Some in skin; some in fantasy
The body! Never touched with hands of flesh
It’s that feeling that’s so real
All in the head across seas and rivers
As the planets align
Heavens ride the rings, birthing many more moons and rivers
Letting pure nature flow
Enjoying every drip of sweat that falls from the brow
As wonderers soak the air of anxiety
and wait among the clouds for silver ribbed rings
so is that pause in the time
exhaling loudly, when reality
fills space and all will be had
And the bat of her eyelids
10,000 images climbed the window
and rained hard blood while raising the dead
All at once; that image wreaked havoc…
Nails like no iron; sparked fires beyond infernos
Splitting mud wide open,
Streaking soft expressions of sweetness
Dictating love letters all over the back that sends the pressure
It’s the silence of the language
that grabs and grips the essence of speeches
the bud and the bee finds harmony
in the scent of sunrise; even the softest of rains floods the deepest desires.
So she’s painted again!
Over and over again
Some in skin; some in fantasy
The body! Never touched with hands of flesh
It’s that feeling that’s so real
All in the head across seas and rivers
As the planets align
Heavens ride the rings, birthing many more moons and rivers
Letting pure nature flow
Enjoying every drip of sweat that falls from the brow
As wonderers soak the air of anxiety
and wait among the clouds for silver ribbed rings
so is that pause in the time
exhaling loudly, when reality
fills space and all will be had
Through the eyes of Jah
Through de eyes of Jah!
We stand as one in another
Unveiling the secrets of life in its true form
With daily expressions of love.
I hear the message clear as loud brass
From the heart of Rasta!
Creeding for peace despite our colour
Joining hands with another
A united body towards the future
Look post wraps in culture cloth
Be not distracted by the scent of my levity
But feed on the words that proceed from my mouth
“Unity! Peace! Love! All equals life!
GOOD LIFE!
Drop the hyphens and let’s depend on one another
Find one another in one another
We are first humans before colour
First spirits, before persons
First understanding, before divided!”
The message burnt the ears of all in the room…
Sinking further and further down to consciousness
That core that forgets race and emulates truth
The basis of humanism and social consciousness
The revolution is looped!
Like a broken record to get you
Stuck, stuck, stuck, stuck, stuck, stuck, stuck
On the message of change
Let’s race forward and not apart
The words from the lacks of a head of grey
Soaked as oil upon my Maine
It was the message, not the messenger…
From the mouth of Rasta!
To the heart of diversity
Understanding in one accordTo share and change from the mouth of multiples
We stand as one in another
Unveiling the secrets of life in its true form
With daily expressions of love.
I hear the message clear as loud brass
From the heart of Rasta!
Creeding for peace despite our colour
Joining hands with another
A united body towards the future
Look post wraps in culture cloth
Be not distracted by the scent of my levity
But feed on the words that proceed from my mouth
“Unity! Peace! Love! All equals life!
GOOD LIFE!
Drop the hyphens and let’s depend on one another
Find one another in one another
We are first humans before colour
First spirits, before persons
First understanding, before divided!”
The message burnt the ears of all in the room…
Sinking further and further down to consciousness
That core that forgets race and emulates truth
The basis of humanism and social consciousness
The revolution is looped!
Like a broken record to get you
Stuck, stuck, stuck, stuck, stuck, stuck, stuck
On the message of change
Let’s race forward and not apart
The words from the lacks of a head of grey
Soaked as oil upon my Maine
It was the message, not the messenger…
From the mouth of Rasta!
To the heart of diversity
Understanding in one accordTo share and change from the mouth of multiples
Powdery Sweet
Powdery sweet
Flavoured honey like beads of…
Rest upon the brow building up to break the dam of hair to scent the cheek
The caress that holds no hands but hugs noses…
Foreheads brace to mix the powdery sweet talcum
Kissing stares adds fun to the memory…
“Tonight is good night!”
Quietly hearts beating in unison and all is well…
Flavoured honey like beads of…
Rest upon the brow building up to break the dam of hair to scent the cheek
The caress that holds no hands but hugs noses…
Foreheads brace to mix the powdery sweet talcum
Kissing stares adds fun to the memory…
“Tonight is good night!”
Quietly hearts beating in unison and all is well…
The Cluster
The cluster of thoughts births hope and revelation
The twins that grow about you…
This was supposed to be poetry
But it’s more like a journal entry!
Nothing profound comes to mind!
Just the truth and fact of my feelings
NO! it’s not gonna be a chronicle
But w window in which I jump through to release me!
The days melt into one another
As I allow myself to float away!
There has to be somewhere I’m going with this
And I hope I’ll get to the point real quick!
But if you don’t realize the feeling of me
That’s jumping at you with every word!
Then you’re just like me!
The cluster of thoughts birth hope and revelation
The twins that grow apart
Those… or should I say these words
Seek a revelation and hope the birth of thoughts that are not clustered
The twins that grow about you…
This was supposed to be poetry
But it’s more like a journal entry!
Nothing profound comes to mind!
Just the truth and fact of my feelings
NO! it’s not gonna be a chronicle
But w window in which I jump through to release me!
The days melt into one another
As I allow myself to float away!
There has to be somewhere I’m going with this
And I hope I’ll get to the point real quick!
But if you don’t realize the feeling of me
That’s jumping at you with every word!
Then you’re just like me!
The cluster of thoughts birth hope and revelation
The twins that grow apart
Those… or should I say these words
Seek a revelation and hope the birth of thoughts that are not clustered
Angry
I’m angry…
I’m tired…
Why waste what you got…
Settle for anything, just trying to get by
Because things lil’ brown
I’m angry…
I’m tired…
Spoiling the populous cause you stopped dreaming
Whatever happened to the fight I put in you
That conscious that speaks right
I’m angry…
And I’m tired of your sorry ass keeping people in the Stone Age!
Encouraging their ignorance and spreading it like wild fire!
What happened to the teach?
What happened to the dare?
What happened to the consistence?
I’m angry…and I’m so… so…tired of you old timers!
I ain’t gonna paint my face and shake bones round a grave for nobody!
What’s dead is gone!
Learn from it! Build on it!
DON’T…….. LINGER!
I’m angry and I’m tired
Cause we know better! And would do better!
But not for our own!
The colour of my skin and the twist of my tongue can’t budge you
cause you think I can’t do it!
EAT THIS!! My top hat and jacket
with straight pants and leather shoes
was lost in the airstrip I used to come back
to teach you the plans they use to enslave you!
The words they use to make you think you’re ugly and dumb and stupid
The food they feed you to slow you down and sit before the idiot box
to kiss their asses more and more!
I’m angry…and I’m tired!
Cause you’re not listening to the message I preach
“Change your eyes! See the light!
It’s not rebellion… just empowerment for the better good of all generations to follows…”
I’m angry! And I’m tired
Tired fighting to teach you
Tired choking you to get it all through your thick skull
I’m angry and I’m tired cause
I would’ve scared myself to much
To stand when glory comes!
I’m angry…cause i may die angry
I’m tired to even hope for the change
Still I live…In light of being happy
By angering others to carry this message on!GET ANGRY!!!
I’m tired…
Why waste what you got…
Settle for anything, just trying to get by
Because things lil’ brown
I’m angry…
I’m tired…
Spoiling the populous cause you stopped dreaming
Whatever happened to the fight I put in you
That conscious that speaks right
I’m angry…
And I’m tired of your sorry ass keeping people in the Stone Age!
Encouraging their ignorance and spreading it like wild fire!
What happened to the teach?
What happened to the dare?
What happened to the consistence?
I’m angry…and I’m so… so…tired of you old timers!
I ain’t gonna paint my face and shake bones round a grave for nobody!
What’s dead is gone!
Learn from it! Build on it!
DON’T…….. LINGER!
I’m angry and I’m tired
Cause we know better! And would do better!
But not for our own!
The colour of my skin and the twist of my tongue can’t budge you
cause you think I can’t do it!
EAT THIS!! My top hat and jacket
with straight pants and leather shoes
was lost in the airstrip I used to come back
to teach you the plans they use to enslave you!
The words they use to make you think you’re ugly and dumb and stupid
The food they feed you to slow you down and sit before the idiot box
to kiss their asses more and more!
I’m angry…and I’m tired!
Cause you’re not listening to the message I preach
“Change your eyes! See the light!
It’s not rebellion… just empowerment for the better good of all generations to follows…”
I’m angry! And I’m tired
Tired fighting to teach you
Tired choking you to get it all through your thick skull
I’m angry and I’m tired cause
I would’ve scared myself to much
To stand when glory comes!
I’m angry…cause i may die angry
I’m tired to even hope for the change
Still I live…In light of being happy
By angering others to carry this message on!GET ANGRY!!!
Tuesday, August 4, 2009
My mind 4-5/7/09
Our irresponsibility as a people is the noose that draws ever so tightly around our society. The mere fact that we know the perpetrators and henchmen that drive this country to its knees, lending to the debt unborn generations will have to pay, serves testimony to the fact that we do not care any longer.
WE! (the people) are the ones that builds up and breaks down ANY and ALL norms, fads, trends, governments, and societal expectations, world wide...
THE PEOPLE are the masters and these aforementioned are by products or even servants!!
The moment things go out of sorts, is the moment we forfeit our posts as custodians of the land,
settling only for temporary gain, and everlasting reprecussions through our actions...
Must we live on like this?! Blind bats, scampering at every sound that's made, flying in the other direction of the light.
Are we going to re enslave ourselves, maim ourselves, and isolate ourselves, thinking it will do "them" harm?
We've survived as a people, the hardest times and the toughest seasons!
we've been able to learn from our mistakes...there's nothing new under the sun!!
The people united, is the driving and holding force of a free and fair society...
Words to think upon!
There will be martyrs!! no one has ever been born knowing their faith, but it is decided upon as time progresses
The other hand that helps to clap, makes the difference! not the idle mouth that is quick to persecute.
No longer does the colour of our skin divide us...but the allegiance to a symbol
This nation MUST see the death of many, many that are needed DEAD!! many that were never supposed to die, but rather would've died for the cause of a better GUYANA...
The time draws near...TRIBAL WAR awaits us
I urge you!! "Make it right with the father!"
Numbers will fall...and yet again GUYANA WILL RISE!!
WE! (the people) are the ones that builds up and breaks down ANY and ALL norms, fads, trends, governments, and societal expectations, world wide...
THE PEOPLE are the masters and these aforementioned are by products or even servants!!
The moment things go out of sorts, is the moment we forfeit our posts as custodians of the land,
settling only for temporary gain, and everlasting reprecussions through our actions...
Must we live on like this?! Blind bats, scampering at every sound that's made, flying in the other direction of the light.
Are we going to re enslave ourselves, maim ourselves, and isolate ourselves, thinking it will do "them" harm?
We've survived as a people, the hardest times and the toughest seasons!
we've been able to learn from our mistakes...there's nothing new under the sun!!
The people united, is the driving and holding force of a free and fair society...
Words to think upon!
There will be martyrs!! no one has ever been born knowing their faith, but it is decided upon as time progresses
The other hand that helps to clap, makes the difference! not the idle mouth that is quick to persecute.
No longer does the colour of our skin divide us...but the allegiance to a symbol
This nation MUST see the death of many, many that are needed DEAD!! many that were never supposed to die, but rather would've died for the cause of a better GUYANA...
The time draws near...TRIBAL WAR awaits us
I urge you!! "Make it right with the father!"
Numbers will fall...and yet again GUYANA WILL RISE!!
The Fury of stupidity
Lived to condone the fury of stupidity,
steering down the barrel of coming death
grinning foolishly to this demise
Spoken words that lends no comfort
intending to steer the rudder of the lost on stream
instead paving the runway towards a fast and slippery hill
Unimagined actions manifest
proceeding the calm of tongues!
what a way to go...
further down...
Never did we care?
inside we did, we made us what we are!
Lonely in the arms of the other,
even distant in the lips embrace
But for a time, this sonnet plays on
the melody once sweeter, dies down in tempo and tune
strings go missing...chords peer off
This love!...this music that has been undone
fuels the mystifying fire of lust
burns the unconsumed flesh
chars the blackest of skin...
i wish the ashes of this fire...
the charcoal of this fury to paint you the brightest day
Monotone! to resemble life itself...
Light and dark...black and white...Good and evil
To fester repulsive forces
to disintegrate perceptions and false promises
to remain steadfast according to the cosmos
To never have to look life in the face
and be sentenced to death eternal
to escape the fury of stupidity
steering down the barrel of coming death
grinning foolishly to this demise
Spoken words that lends no comfort
intending to steer the rudder of the lost on stream
instead paving the runway towards a fast and slippery hill
Unimagined actions manifest
proceeding the calm of tongues!
what a way to go...
further down...
Never did we care?
inside we did, we made us what we are!
Lonely in the arms of the other,
even distant in the lips embrace
But for a time, this sonnet plays on
the melody once sweeter, dies down in tempo and tune
strings go missing...chords peer off
This love!...this music that has been undone
fuels the mystifying fire of lust
burns the unconsumed flesh
chars the blackest of skin...
i wish the ashes of this fire...
the charcoal of this fury to paint you the brightest day
Monotone! to resemble life itself...
Light and dark...black and white...Good and evil
To fester repulsive forces
to disintegrate perceptions and false promises
to remain steadfast according to the cosmos
To never have to look life in the face
and be sentenced to death eternal
to escape the fury of stupidity
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)