Izygavibe

before the birth of this piece i had a "feeling" for two weeks...to incorporate music, poetry and dancing...then one one night, the "feeling" spoke....


I wish the world can breathe with me!

Sing with me!

Drink with me!

Rhyme with me!

Wishing your vocals can wrap around the falsetto of this verse

And fan into flame a special kind of understanding, holding to the pinnacle a special kind of consciousness

The waves are soft to the touch and melodious to the tune

The tune that palpitates my heart and inflate my lungs

Fill my veins and pop my ear drums

For as long as a minute

For as long as an orgasm

Then deflates, subside............preparing another band of instruments

Here’s where you come in

An orchestra of pianists, guitarists and poets

In sweet harmony cracking the earth with a sound

Gushing to the skies....and bringing to life “Izygavibe”

And to shout it out like the Arawaks do “KANUKUTOA”

Like a warrior, charged with the weapon to rebirth sound substance and not blister

The very souls that follow you, honour you, chime with you, and rhyme with you!

Not to control or dominate but to teach and inspire, refire....

The ash of desires lost and forgotten

Drink with me!

Let poetry be wine

Filling your cup not to the overflow

But just beneath the brim to see the rock of waves, peaceful, favourable and tasteful to the senses

Splashing to intensify the thirst (seemingly baffled) for love and flo-etry

Only then you’ll experience the beauty

Just a sip!!!!.....and you’ll find that you too will let yourself go!!!!

Oh oh!...lol

They trod on clear brick paths to find their way
Sacked and packed with matching socks, pants and shirts for an afternoon’s stay
Clueless and deaf to what they can do
Twin heads though different ages ranging 4 and 2!


MENACES!!... they seem  grumbling and tumbling....screaming and shouting....fighting and kicking
Consciously biding to ignore
but their innocent  play swabbed mind cells sore!
Insects, grass, food and glue joined in the fun
As the Epiphany of child psychology captured each awkward movement... one....by....ONE


Cake, chocs and jelly dabbed in their hair
Wondering why I even wanted to care
Carpets, clothes and hands followed in the smear
I watched and watched until to oblivion they stared


At the end I fed them to a quickening doze
And a kite wrapped around them; we were no longer foes
They kissed me and called me mom
I’ll tell no lies!
And we parted on... lengthy-sodden...good-byes

PEACE

this was written by request and i thought i'll have to paint a picture of "innocence" to represent the title....here goes!


I am as light as a feather brushing the heads of soft buttercups,

Blowing a whisper to calm frightened mammals,

Allowing the melody of my voice to transform indoctrinated nations

I am a vessel of change

Unravelling a unique sense of beauty, nurtured by my friends and family,

but as images in my society cloud my sanity

I stand firm in the storm of fatalities, false affection, deceit and rejection

For in the narrow view of self

We strangle the strength that is, the vision that is and the love that is...within

May the way of kind instruction ignite your innermost and quench the flame of frustration

show discretion where due

Give anonymously

Guide the hand only two months new, fight fire with water, hug don’t shrug the shoulder that supported you

Orchestrate the anxieties of the heart into a new voice

Allow the birth of a new melody to release the choice of harmony

Situations

With every gesture, shout, scream I’ve witnessed your spirit nailed to the cross!

Raped, stripped and scraped of your own tolerance,

of your own bearings

Mocking the sad, pretentious, rebellious clothing that gathers the dirt from a seasoned scape- goat!

Do find it in your heart to forgive an apologetic, over active heart that tries to grab the occasion as it comes

Alter the seed before it begins to bear fruit

Forge affection for sincere compliments

Strangle the tongue housed by strong vocals

Wither at the thought of mere, confrontation

Borrow the mists of confident men

And then bruise them                                              

lives in bliss                                            

Cooking, cleaning, lying, dancing, singing, blaspheming, laughing, cussing

For the bible specifies that the habit of one is just as bad as the habit of all

Basking in attention and others...... I wouldn’t mention

Plant and cultivate happy memories that I quickly forget

Run from the reflection that reminds me of my attributes

An equal set

My hands are stretched to meet with you

And find resolve for a trifling two

For I’ve succeeded in changing you

My twin other

I’ve found, explored and spat the bitterness of your words and hugs

Now embracing the likeness that wean us

And bury the monster that separates us

Forgive me soon

And i’ll honor the man you are

i’ll set ablaze the star you are

Merci for being bold

Situations

I wish he knew my god

His twist and turns in a carousel frenzy revealed he was confused

Bruised shoulders and elbows, scraped knees and toes

were only the surface of his wounds

Exists but hardly alive, his curse my demise

Cries....buried beneath his chest

His tummy empty...didn’t have plenty so he settled for less

His story I’ll never know...but what does it say of the veins bulging from his feet, hear dabbed with dirt, wearing a woman’s skirt and his friends

Crack and cocaine

I wish he knew my God, had he sipped the wine and nibbled the crumb of life

He’ll use his knife only to cut his blessings: 3 to 3000 baskets of fish and bread

There would be plenty if he sat with me at communion

And it would be the next best thing to his rum

For habits don’t change overnight

Then soon it would be no rum

The sun....will shine on him so blindingly to generate and perpetuate his faith

I wish he knew my God, our god....his song would be...[i will not hunger!!! I will not beg for bread!!]

I’d love him like Christ loved, hug him like Christ sat next to and embraced sinners: hypocrites, drunkards and thieves

I’d brush the dirt and leaves off his shoulders and cast away his gun

I would nurse where it bleeds, and those wounds would heal

I would give him life, new birth as if he were my son

The robe of righteousness would be the best garment he’d own

Gone would be those nights that were so cold...and those loud moans for a hand to hold

Healed would be his back!...healed would be those... bones

I wish he knew our god

Now sitting on his throne

Then crack and cocaine would be no longer be his friends....he’d survive the impossible like David did in the lion’s den

I would have him pray for me because the man he was! He is no more !!

I would be happy for his delivery

For mine would have been from the time I opened my door!!