Best Friend (T.H.E.O)

(The piano plays with... a soft blend of the harp)


His footsteps exhaust familiar... tracks


To and fro he wanders and travels to relive....


Memories of dried leaves, rough bark that wears... scars and scratches of a cub’s....


Of..... a bear”s






(The piano plays, soft sobs, tender strokes of moist fur)






To warm hearts and welcome memories


They danced in a mind’s circus: fierce wheels


Memories of sharp paws on clean suits,


Walks just before heaven’s gleam seals






The piano plays ever so softly


With a fading harmony (orchestrated harmony)






the moon’s bliss, train tracks now rusty


And blizzards....autumn






A man’s best friend: Hachik


Retracing his master’s steps touching with life


Beneath soiled daisies


For after a while comes the rescue form a tedious tarry






Like a dove, to remind a deserving friend


imprints of love.... that may never end

"Peas in a Pod"

In the dark

a... single beam shines brightest

at the mouth of the tunnel

the hand is anaemic

The glass is almost full and...senses,

The drop of a fresh flavour

Rings that sink at the juncture

Rings that summon your aim

To stare at you it’s hardly the same

motto

Monochrome: we’ve found a colour to match a voice

Fingers are moist...from the absence of friendship

And the invitation for intimacy

My mind unravels with yours

New revelation still abhors

But sprouts spores of truth and reality

It’s not a dream that in less time

You know my life

And add to it.....meaningfully

Are we meant to be?

I know your ways

Why can’t you see that....you host a tongue

to praise?

Only His consent is necessary....

Like the enigma you are

I hope this journey clears... the scars...

......of prejudice.....

Like the enigma you are

I hope... this journey... carries us far...

lone soldier

Life complicates sometimes the steps of a traveller

Beckoning the name of the lone soldier

Who fights in fear and hope that

the experience completes a depleted soul

who holds... the shoulder that slouch to reality

and raises the head that hangs to the floor, catches

the tear that boils on sun cracked soil

and patches the wheel that punctures on

a ride of turmoil

Who is the lone soldier?

Is it the feet that blisters on careless tracks

and suffers timid minds to lies and

... scorn?

The child without dreams still buries its head in soft feathers?

The criminal attempting to fill the hollow with bodies and bid his soul free?

The glamour and glee of a homeless vagrant?

Or is it the poet that writes without impulse

But reads to ignite the inevitable

As wings spread to fly....

the social instinct kicks in

Win the fight with heart and might

For.....the thought alone thaws....the cold

And animate the reflection that serves two fold

Who is the lone soldier now?

In times like these

In times like these I live with cuts and bruises that are healed with the truth of sweet verses that nurses and inspires

And reaffirm the right, the God-given right to the skin I wear...

the skin I’m in...

Falling to the floor is the mask I wear...the clothing without slave imprints to tell who i am

Falling... is the mind that is programmed for the western stage

I drop all stereotypes and upheavals and lies about my roots’ struggles and
lies... about ....my faith

To ashes I’ll watch the blaze of hate

In times like these I inhale the incense that burn,

and move to the rhythm of drums and hum to the melody of a new morn

In these times I marvel in gleam of colour, and allow my voice to release the tentacles of prose to weave the fraying fibres of self and heighten minds and

souls to unleash the spiritual being within....

In times like these i plug my ears and flip....
off the board to plunge and be baptised

Once again... to wash, to cleanse, to cure, to love, to embrace

The woman I’m destined to be...

I hope by now you can see... that with....... poetry by my side

I am free....

I want a love

I want a love that tosses me head over heels and under

One that is written in novels and drowns my troubles

And sets my thoughts in tune with the rhythm of my partner

One that is painless, boundless, fearless and sober

I want a love that would make me laugh....on any note and anywhere...and cry

Cry a river flow of happiness and joy

A love that shows and glows from my hair follicles to my toe nails

I want a love that is protected and respected

One that shows hope of a silver lining even when all that surrounds is a dark cloud

Like the shimmer of moon shine on timid ocean waves or the incense of fragrant candles that entices the senses even.... at... a.... stunted.... crooked.. end

 I want a love that is real...a love that heals and cures.... heals and cures...heals and cures  when my thoughts... are in a mess

Without condition and bitterness

Only the wild, secure tumble of volcanic emotion

And through my pen should trickle verses of insight

A love that is right

Build me new wings to fly so at times when I can’t walk I’ll soar to the sky

A love that is instinctive, addictive and faithful

A love that makes music out of consonants.... (Hummmmmm............ Jill Scott)

As the slow rhythmic beat of the drum sink into the melody of soft strings.... on a

Spanish Guitar and.... the harmony of an old polished flute....

I want a love that is equal

For even as we’re mute and even as we sleep

our hearts must beat to the heat of a song........... Eternal

Untitled

How does the  incandescent shade  mirror the lines,
expressions and wrinkles of veined leaves,
curious eyes and bumble bees....on...Monday

Humid, bright and mundane

My eyes peel against the dimensions of the room but it doesn't..
matter where the wind blows or how the sun sets 
my body will remain still to cast the shadow of time


Silence is a microphone for the smooth-feathered flock, over head

and the blades of the fan seemingly clatter to dry...my...tears...
the quiet bunch of keys are bells..........and Silence.....the speakers!

My ears clasp against glass doors to hear the somersault of preserved.....species

Suddenly, i sink even deeper to visualize some semblance of rescue


The raft is rocking now, head submerged but life lingers still...at the surface....
through a straw

"icy" lips dust frost on my cheek and too, strips "naked" and humble...i liked it
for only a while



my fingers shiver to the the intensity of an athletes' heart....but i'll be dry....the sun
will peep out soon and i'll be....


I'll be dry...

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!!!!