Lead me to your soul,
and cleave as Siemens in your heart sublime
Take me to the endless flattered bliss of your kindness home,
Of colourful blossom
let me be all there's in the world
i was as withered leaf or broken calabash tossed upon a turbulent black sea
Shall you lead me to your soul, I shall be as morning rose in the dew spring.
kiss away my fears, hug away my silent cold,
Upon the unquenched flare of your heart to warm.
Caress me like the gentle wind upon the shore at eventide the calabash sail anew.
Undeflower my brokenness, I'll be heavens rosy all for you!
Lay me upon your warmest bosom, shall my shattered being mend and my soul as elated dove sing.
In your arms to ferry through unturmiol wind
Sail me through to old age, I'm unruffled in the turbulence of seas whence I'm paddled on your boat of love.
And disremember my past of ridden folly!
Walk me through the path where neither footsteps have thread- to the isle we shall an endless passion sublime.
Lead me to your soul,
to find all my days with you
Shall our soul unsevered cleave,
Till eternity i'm all for you.
And in your death my soul is tethered
A presence yet unsevered
Tragic loss not well weathered
Empty in your absence
Unspeakable resurgence
And implausible resilience
Suffering in silence
As none can console
Not within control
An altering of the soul
Never again to be whole
And not meant to be
Of this I will agree
Although did not foresee
The depth of change in me
Expected not the gain
That which was my bane
Affords comfort in the pain
As it assures me you remain
And in your death my soul is tethered
Before his scars
Before his umbilical unsevered
Before the hurricane season
Papa made me proud.
Mama once spoke of comforts
His hands spinned
He and mother were in love
She lend me her mahogany gift
He carved smooth for her,
Papa made me proud.
I loved him in spite of nine fingers
One was severed on his job
I loved him even as he lingered long
I loved him though his presence was cut short,
Papa made me proud.
I watched him dig holes for renewal
I heard him strain, I heard his sighs; our house stood firm
I felt his energy, his passion for family,
Papa made me proud.
He rarely complained as he worked
He worked, and loved, and cried, and drank
He was drenched; spoiled, in Granny's love, yet,
Papa made me proud.
I can only imagine
He would trace many course for healing.
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The poet speaks
And passion is born
Like forever lover
Needing no charm
There is no better way
To say I love you
Than to act for the beloved unasked
The poet speaks of everything
Humanly given
Of everything under the sun
Of everything by Creator at creation
The poet isn't confined
Yet tied at conception
Like true love's umbilical
unsevered -
A life long love affair
With passion for words
Like Saws anointed and provocatively real.
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High in the closet,on the topmost shelf,
A plain paper box lies smothered in dust .
Inside, bits and pieces of life,
Strips of silk, binding fragile memories.
Spirits engaged in an endless dance,
Destiny's cord unsevered by circumstance.
Scattered images of unrenounced tenderness,
Tainted only by the musty scent of promises unfulfilled.
Priceless momentos of another time and place,
Just a plain paper box tucked safely away in forsworn silence.