A dictum that no mortal may impeach:
abundance is the concubine of dearth.
You soar above the surly clouds which wreathe
around us: you’ve enabled us to reach
beyond our matter-patrimony, earth:
your gift to humankind is to bequeath
ability to master thought and speech,
and know that death is but another birth.
Tao of the CosmicCrack
crotched between
Great White Father's
monotheistic Pole
and silently suppressed
polycultural BlackHole
Now ecocidally remembering
what EarthGoddess has brought together
no straight white privileged patrimony
could healthily
or safely part
Like baptismal waters
of RedBlue blooded Seas
and weaponized seasons
of penetrating drought,
wrenching reasons
for dicked-down drenching doubt.
Oh words, open your gates and relish my thoughts
Without your shoulder, my walks are crippled
You are the might and the sight of the mind
Without you, we are just vacant glitters.
Every phantasm of emotions I create
Without you are vanity utters
Adamantine walls shatter at your grace
Touching hearts in soothing pace.
Oh words, fill my mind with the water of holy lakes
To cool those with blazing wrath
And to revile and extol those fantastic souls
And with my foolish wrangle let me amuse.
But I will control the natural urge to misuse
The patrimony of eminence of your creator
I perceive you as a two edged sword
Killing the aim and the aimer with no mercy.
So come and transform my trumpery pen
To a magic wand of flowing emotions.
I guess we all have a story to tell, the best that one may ?
Marked these stripes their colours; heresy his heretic yesteryear
She screams of defeatism ? Delirium tremens; demagogue; lese majesty
Tableau's symbiosis embellished, melodies baroque; neoclassic patrimony....
Reverence while entering His Holy be holy ? Wanderlust, this monuments journey
Mephistopheles; blessed be the poor in spirit beauteous; Shiloh, their twinkling's eyes
Orphaned child ? Inherent her Simon Pure; physical chemistry; love, and we all have, a story.
I hear mento music making night sweet
See women shuffling hips and light feet
Feel the rhumba box humming in my heart
Gombay grumbling breaks the bass apart
My soul surrenders to her salacious flute
And shakes like a maracca to contribute
To festive dance with toombah repeating
The bottle torch lits up the opague night
And fireflies come the years remembering
And they guided Tacky to that ancient fight
For patrimony and human rights to meet
Where Jamaica stands soveriegn above defeat.
Imagine true love exists
Virtue that on fealty insists
Extinguishing meaningless trysts
Patrimony, chauvinism resists
Tokenism, infatuation desists
Lingering romance that heart uplifts
Unbrokered love with mutual benefits
Pure motives that bridge all rifts
Honor that countenances no grifts
Steadfastness which mollifies truant shifts
Passionate embraces, carnal gifts
Amorous kiss that inwardly drifts
Synchronistic minds that all good fortune sifts
Harmonious spirits soaring life's rugged cliffs
Why this boat?
Could it be the boat of destitution?
Conveying Epidemics, Hunger, Rags,
Malnutrition and Illiteracy.
Descend from me!
Banish from my world!
You cursed word!
You that called education a"Privilege"!
Patrimony of the ghetto!
W.H.O called you "Lion of Africa",
U N called you "Agenda ".
Predicament to the black,
Livelihood to the white.
Harking to conviction,
Capsize and rise no more.
For "Black Rose" to smile again
On the land of plenty.
Dreams are the only
after life we know:
the place where the children
we have become;
there are as many leaves as
in their migrations
as birds whose deaths we learn of
by the single feather
left behind: a clue
a particle of sleep
caught in the eye
they are as irritriviable as sand
when the sea creeps up
its long knife glittering
in its teeth
to claim it's patrimony
sometimes my father
in knickers and cap
waits on that shore,
the dream of him
a wound not even morning can heal.
Get rid of that false notion...
that life makes us taste its bitterness,
not because we deserve it:
because it builds our inner strenght,
making its wait all worthwhile;
have you noticed the wealth of the achievers?
Scream,fight and complain 'till you're drained,
nothing will be changed by hurling anger...
and instead of looking at the bad side of things:
try a small change in attitude,
or even believe that day-dreams
aren't too irksome to increase our fear!
And the very lucky ones know
that chasing fading rainbows...
are vain dreams deluted by quick storms;
if doubt still persists,rely on faith!
Before you lie wonderful choices,
make the right ones and wait for the outcome!
If trees grow taller by sunlight like sunflowers,
don't they need also rain for their foilage?
So that the banches and ferns will be strong
to shelter those harmonious birds
in those long aromatic seasons,
to entice our senses and claim our patrimony...
while searching for serenity,
to feel as endless as infinity!