To you...

You must have thought that i've forgotten you
but you're my dear cheeky lil sis'
well!.. it would be a shame if you believed that to be true!

i can't baby you with nice talk anymore for unlike your age
your mind is climbing soar!

you're Vivacious.....Assertive...naturally Cool...Queer......Unpredictable and cannot be taken for a fool!.....Energetic...Lure-acratic(the meaning speaks for itself) i can go on but i'll be saving the rest for myself
i wish you well in all you do and looking forward to even more eventful days
like this where i can simply scribble a rhyme or two!

Happy 21st Birthday and may the lord continue to richly bless you...!!

Memoir...

I can still feel the imprints of your fingers pressed against my shoulders
like a peck on the cheek, a sip of caribbean blue on a humid afternoon, a humorous gesture after the feed of sad news, or simply the consolation to calm, cool 'n' reassure another

I love you still
I don't know if this will change , but to stop would mean
stop thinking
stop reading
stop writing
stop......believing

Lashed and bruised to penetrate the unseen....
uproot the hidden and cripple the tangible

I called but you seem too inclined to your own world and your...way only resting to emerge the inexplicable!!
I'm naked ....trying to "bend" with limp limbs and a strangled " dumb-bell" to clothe myself

now you've left me with your world, your moon, your love, your coldness, your coolness, your seccrets......all nestled in my heart!

i've squirmed, squeaked, squealed, freaked, leaked in ways unimaginable
but it'll take more than my pen
it'll take more than my text to rekindle sentiments of my poet friend.

it'll take ownership to forget you to BE my lover
It'll take GOD to overcome my groping, my meekness
It'll take god to overcome you!

These words emerged from the past...buried in the present..... to be harvested in the future

Signed:Overflowing

Reminiscent....

Tossing...turning...more tossing....now tired turning
My eyes, stung by fiery yellow fingers which paved its way throughout my room; squinted to the light, then held shut tight
My sub conscience..! roamed along the memorable path of last night's proceedings.
A phone call which lasted for a minute or two....
A familiar voice even though "shaded", miserably "conversated" (it rhymes) which i'm sure stemmed from a "midnight's" dew...

(uhmm...let me see)

"Fingers" now mischievously clutching my head
"Get up!"....i swear i felt a puff of steamy air!
meddling, aimlessly through my now damp hair

"Off the bed" it continued, in passive violation

Oh my god....i wondered, is this my revelation?!

i sat up, fully conscious!....a name....a voice...a name...a voice
with hands grasping tightly on white overalls...searching, thinking, browsing, omitting then in sudden outburst
"who could be this ferocious?!"

"Sweet pea?" full lips whispered, then continued, " it has to be!"
If so!!....dear god, how can i flee?
eyes quickly captured the mobile mediator, a smile unfolded, pulse abnormally palpitated
"this ought to do it" i thought. if not, then what?
I waited for a response, three minutes m-a-y-b-e less
enough to notice that my bedroom was a complete mess
two hours?...(probably exaggerated) but you need to be here to know
that there's nothing nice about waiting whilst pacing to' n fro'

Finally i punched the numbers...a voice ....THE voice! i hesitantly conversed
Toying, giggling...then i hung up. Not an ounce of satisfaction ONLY worsened my thirst!

I sat and reminisced lenghtily, then went for a bite
frowned with sheer pessimism then grumbled
"Maybe tomorrow...........i'll fight"
signed: November 2008

Thinking part 2

Has the thought ever crossed your mind
that what you're up against is something powerful hence challenging
your status as an individual?

the evolution of the mind and body through psychological and physiological experiences
the revolt of disappointments that question your destiny
the emptiness of worldly objects that you trust in instead of the richness of your
instincts...your being...your soul

but i've learnt that human beings establish a sense of purpose not only for praise and recogniton
but to self actualize, and hopefully develop inner peace
when freedom is suppressed, mankind is limited and ineffective

i am powerful!
i feel the twist and turns of a pending discovery...every single day
no one knows exactly what determines the ideal cut of key
so rely not on your worldly influences
but seek utterances, shrugs, whispers, smirks in low key
strive to be attentive
because this triggers the voluminous voice in self
hold on to that which jolts the spirit in you and let it lead
who knows where you may end up

Abstract

The room trembles with my roaring emotions
not because of its contagiousness but in effort to restore that which
I've buried, abandoned and banished

....the world and woes can be congruent as events repeat itself
i found something but i have only a narrow inclination of its nature, its depth and its intentions
for they come from mortal lips
but deep beneath my bossom,
a tiny voice resounds" keep it"
and try to explore its crevices long enough so that at the end...if at all
they are no regrets...

"Chocolate chip cookies"

We’ve met before in times of happiness and seasons of yore
We’ve met before… when his features were unattractive and boyish and my innocence allowed only this to engulf timid adolescent pleasures
Those of grins n greetings…favours n meetings unplanned
We’ve met before and conversed in more real ways than real is described

From associates to friends n friends to…
We’ve met, but, this time by charm on munch of chocolate chips
Only now revealing the mind of "one"… to show emotions through selfishness and damned the
Inevitable of another …

I was forced to conceal… for I’ve become selfish too, at the cost of my “reputation” by indulging his whispers and charm
His whispers different…seemingly dreamy… and we touched!!
My hands dampened at the thrilling sense of his finger tips, teasing grips and thin moist lips
We’ve met…but… this time different, after the feed of chocolate chip cookies
Like its contents, we haplessly melt n kiss’t
We’ve felt… the rage of subtle flames
Which now makes sense …”nothing comes from nothing”

The metamorphosis of childish games
The tumble of dust off shoulders soon after the quiver of a mid night feat.
And tho’ we’ve met afterwards... silence was enough to say the least
I may regret this bliss!…tomorrow
But today…I want to be missed!

Winds of Time

The residue of dust bearing the colour and scent of yester year settled on stiff hands

stiff to hold a pen or punch a letter

"why?" one may ask herself

Did it take the tainted air of the midnight's dew, or the nauseated view of images
smothering every passing hour which
lulled to days then weeks; pending months
until the spirit of inspiration re birth?!


why?
favourable turns cultivated unfavourable events
to abandon that which gave life
which ,inturn, buried the seed of misery
and its fruit, harvested


I sat twiddling my thumbs
gazing at the moons" for hope
but time had taught me a lesson
no matter which direction or distance of escape"
Destiny will always bite you in the a... the rear

to unfold again,

see again,

hear again,

write again...



I have all hope that i found my "red ink" pen

and not the comouflage of a feather immersed in coloured oil

i sit to bear the sentiments of past and allow the seasons and pages

to re develop, re create and re focus

only this time

I'll let it be...