sing to me
in that calypso flow
let those words you could not say
go
let them fall
with fluid beat
as the rhythm of hands
stir
in this midnight heat
with the ghost of steel drums in the air
fill me with this you
raw
and
bare
calypso
Category: Poems
lazy days
carry me to that place
of fine china
and lazy days
plucking mint leaves
for afternoon tea
in a forest of dandelions
star light star right
never lose sight
of that sheath of you
that glitter gold
beyond any others rainbow dreams
keep to your light
that slip and slide ride that shall collide
over and over if you feed it the peanuts
from someone else’s parade
find your tide
slow the breeze
drink that sun
steal that moon
alphabetize your stars
run baby run
pause
you are my pause
between chapters
a whirlwind of favorite scenes
taking my breath away
as fingers rest
to read you
over
and
over
again
adrift
I never knew what it was to be without fear
until there was him
how he led me to the shadows of my salvation
and i, easy prey
desperate for freedom
freedom to let these dark wings biting at my skin soar
and he, he sensed it, smelled it
and embraced every ounce
coaxing it
willing it
molding it
into this dark angel I became
life-long barriers quickly diminished
in this realm we created
debauchery was not a word
it was a way of life
and in it,
I thrived
I became an entity of me
in the trenches of my mind
the dirty, dark confines of one’s soul
where the sane distract themselves
from fear of getting ripped to shreds
that is where I lived.
i bathed in it
and he,
he was my water.
how i let him ravish my veins
turning me into his masterpiece
standing on the edge of his every word
waiting, wanting, needing
and when he came I drank him as he would taste the spoils of his creation
my sweet poison he was that I forcefully injected without haste
my daily dose of life that without, my breath would surely fail
and so we danced our dance a thousand nights from moonlight to a tipping dawn
how I knew even then with each new day brought with it this emptiness, this brokenness
this void that drowns me now
for he is gone
this false God I bowed to
this magician of sorcery
this beast that fed me in slow seductive doses
and now I am here in once our darkness
unable to stray
broken, addicted and derailed
waiting for my wings to come back to me
~J~
03/24/2016
sabatoge
that claiming cycle
of all that’s known
that quick fix
no thoughts of a future
no hand your way
stuck in a rhythm
of the now
daring you to think
outside a box
be this you
beyond the gen pop
*this piece was inspired by way of my work in the judicial system seeing the roadblocks that many of our youth are faced with due to culture and society.
staircase
climb with me
one step at a time
upon mossy walls that shan’t collide
with dreams this way find
this image was taken at the site of what remains of the Rosewell Plantation circa 1725. Capturing mother nature swallowing back what belongs to her has always been alluring to my lens. Finding the beauty and being tickled by the wind carrying remnants of life left behind inspires poetry.
