Best Lifesweet Poems
Step by step, I steadily aged with time and wisdom.
I appreciatively obliged old bones to bow before kindred, king and kingdom.
Thank you mama for cleaning my snotty scum,
thank you for caring when childish tears like rivers run,
thank you for the sweet dukunu, the roasted breadfruit and the curried coconut rundung.
Thank you mama for reading Hans Anderson, and for repeating the giant’s fee fi foe fum;
thank you for the loud years of laughter and the many more to come.
Thank you Big Dee for your bald-faced lying tongue;
thank you for being the reason I fled the gruesome ghettos of Kingston.
Thank you creator for the many astounding things you’ve done:
thank you for the death of pride, this bona fide self martyrdom;
thank you Lord for my faithful consort, my daughters and my sons.
Through these streets my mind roams like fields of wild Sweet Alyssum;
these streets like colleges spiraled from the sun stirred asylum.
Dukunu is a cake made from banana and/or corn meal, coconut milk, raisins, cinnamon, nutmeg,
brown sugar, vanilla, and eggs. The dough is wrapped in steamed banana leaves and then
boiled.
Breadfruit is a large fruit that can be boiled or baked/roasted like a potato; it taste like bread
when baked/roasted.
Rundung is a sauce made from coconut and Jamaican herbs and spices.
Incredulity
I draw in oxygen
The sweet and foul odours
The same as you
I breathe
And in its life giving rapport
I exist
Of blood exchanges in corpuscle energies
Transmitted
Maintains
Thoughts awareness and grasp
On immediacy
Existential
In its poetry
Life
But it is with a sense of the incredulous
In which I view
Human life
Separated as we are to self indulgence
Family units
Singular identities
Arrogant; self-centred; egoisms
Of division
View as we do Individualities
And not an Earth bound community
And I have to ask myself
What has “life” been replaced with
Because “life” by this our modern definition of
Is a pitifully poor excuse
And a pathetic attempt
At living
And our banal self-sacrament
To something greater than this
Is a cosmic joke
While the isolation for us all merely deepens
We defend our own
View as we do Individualities
And not an Earth bound community
These edicts of capitalist religions
Ply us with the answers to nothing
But keep us going
And ever entering the supermarket cathedrals
Of our faith in God and Money
We; the human commune
Are torn apart from fellowship
By the unrequited need to survive
In a world that makes us pay its price
For existence
And all, all are so enamoured of cultural surety
That this could be, the only way to be
That we drown and survive
Between riches and poverty
View as we do Individualities
And not an Earth bound community
It is a sickened and dire state in which we find ourselves
Yet still clinging desperately
To our only explanation of ourselves
This feeding upon a planets wealth
To support our own twisted vision
Of ourselves
And beneath the black blood of society
The cancer grows
For deep in our hearts each one of us knows
The inalienable right
The potential of every Earth born child
I look on with Incredulity
At the sheer volume of greed and waste
That humanity accepts
As being “normal”
View as we do Individualities
And not an Earth bound community
I draw in oxygen
The sweet and foul odours
The same as you
I breathe
And in its life giving rapport
I exist
Of blood exchanges in corpuscle energies
Transmitted
Maintains
Thoughts awareness and grasp
On immediacy
Existential
In its poetry
Life
A thousand fights
A thousand breaches
I can't keep myself at bay
A thousand bites
From a thousand leeches
Won't take the bad blood away
A single black drop
For a single small sin
Seems all fairness requests to fulfill
But if I do not stop
I'll soon find within
I've no red in my blood left to spill
One sweet little lie sung
A pitiful excuse
A cancerous poison to hear
I'd stitch up my tongue
And sew up my mouth
If these tales never be brought to ear
One last indulge
One last sweet taste
Of the fruits of forbidden enjoyment
One last deluge
Of delusional haste
Of virtue's belated employment
Starving abysmal
Aching and empty
Clawing it's way to my decadent heart
Hunger for sinful
Finding there plenty
Sated on tearing my body apart
Gluttonous wanting
Eating my heart out
Never quite happy, always want more
Vainglorious taunting
Hubristically paramount
I you will cherish, I you'll adore
Envious sickness
Burns me with longing
All that you have is mine to possess
Hungering wickedness
Unchastely longing
Control of your body I'll slyly wrest
Basking in pleasure
Of slovenly laze
No more than a statue would I wish to be
The only real measure
Of happiness lays
In the objects I treasure for their bond to me
A wave of amber
Furious fire
I cannot quell the smoldering hate
I can't remember
A site so dire
As my own despicable fate
Cinders and ashes
Piteous remains
Only myself, charred, bleeding, long gone
Faint memory flashes
Infinitesimal pains
Lament a life wasted in doing what's wrong.
come live with me by the piney woods
near the river that turns toward the sea
In the meadow we'll build our home
and together plant a sweet apple tree
near the river that turns toward the sea
we can greet each coming of spring
and together plant a sweet apple tree
working until fall's harvest comes
we can greet each coming of spring
In the meadow we'll build our home
working until fall's harvest comes
come live with me by the piney woods
Act:1
All along i have been blind, blind to my self, to all i do.
I have been in the dark far too long.
I must come away in the light and face what i have always know.
Act:2
I'm a monster within a little girls body; with a little girls smile.
They come so willingly to my touch.
they think i am heaven ,
when i am hell...
They don't see my pointed teeth, they don't see my tainted soul....
Act:3
I was poisoned when i was very little.
Those memories, those woman, striped me of my sweetness, my softness, my innocents.
They whispered of pleasures so raw, they licked at my cheek and left the skin so black.
Act:4
I have done wicked things, and i have thought wicked thoughts.
I have swallowed souls along with my own.
The hell that is me; i must stop. No more crushed dreams, only love...
Act:5 (the final act)
Oh i have loved a true love, so fair and sweet she was.
Oh my love she was so so sweet to me.
She kissed my eyes and saw heart and washed away the pain.
yes my love, my true love, loved away all the pain.
She saw the monster and did not runaway. Oh! but my true love was stolen away, dragged
away by hell him self. She was a lush and he had the bottle.
She was dragged away with all my pain and secrets , leaving me cleaned of everything,
cleaned of her...
These are my confessions; they say that the truth will set you free, so they say.
Knowing how to feel, what more is there to know?
Knowing how to entertain
What must I do to ascertain the feeble heart?
Standing at the precipice
How I hate this state of confusion I’m in
Unraveling from every seam
I become the theme we all seem to dream
Tasting the salty tear running down my cheek
I toss a stone into the creek
I refuse to blink
To participate in this oblique charade
Counting sheep, singing folksy folk songs
Hoping, always hoping to find the one I was supposed to meet
Nothing is for certain, nothing is set in stone
I am one of many in search of meaning
Daydreaming, while the world stands screaming
Beseeching a God no one knows
I know the feeling of frustration, of reckless abandon
Yet nothing is as sweet as sweet release
The shower’s running, the t.v.’s glowing
Sending letters without purpose
Writing thoughts with little meaning
Sometimes I find myself locked within a dream
Questioning: Am I awake? or I'm I dreaming?
Hopefully I’ll start to see things clearly
Through crystal eyes.
Don't be swiftly stolen by
the smiles
that seems sweet until you
are sure
it has a sincere source:
a sweet and soothing soul.