Monday 23 April 2012

BLOWING


The voices on the wind speak to me
Sharing their mirthless whispers
Screaming their timeless secrets
The South-Easter filling our lungs
Daring us all to listen.

A tale of enslavement
Minds and bodies bound
An ancient story of tomorrow
Spilling from fetid lips
Sputtering and blistering
Swallowing the truth decayed.

I am a child of slavery
Still remembering, feeling, reeling
From seeing the rusted chains intact
Amid the squalor and scorn
Of criminalized poverty
That is my brothers’ legacy
And the sons and daughters’ lot.

Wednesday 4 April 2012

I CAN

Can you imagine a world
Untouched by greed and destruction
Where every effort is a part
Of a greater, living art?

Can you imagine the other
A distant sister or brother
Without fear and prejudice
As someone to love and care for?

Can you imagine yourself
Living to fulfill a different role
That encompasses more than your own security
A life of purpose untainted by impurity?

Can you imagine how it would be
If every one of us was a leader
Unchained and unscarred by preconception
Conscious and creating all that can be imagined?

GROWTH

Perfect isolation
Calm and wild
Now that history recedes
To create new memories
Of yet another tomorrow
That will undoubtedly grow.

This familiar ocean
Always met anew
Deceptive beneath the surface
Dark unfathomable depths
Conceal untold mysteries
Untold secrets
Forgotten.

SUGA!

The smile persists
Gently engraved
Juicy fruit
Succulent flesh.

The desire resists
Attempted distractions
Succulent fruit
Juicy flesh.

The memory consists
Of future images
Succulent, juicy
Fleshy fruit.