Movin’with the punches

Maybe we will make it until tomorrow

At this point I am willing to start with at least that

Even though you are not really good for me…you still seem like a pretty good bad idea

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Your best film!

This world is your stage…everyday is a new act or scene

You decide if you want to make your life into a Movie or just a Play

Will it be about adventure? comedy, drama…a musical… romance?

Maybe all of the above?

Who are your main characters?

Who are your extras?

If your actors let you down along the way, do not sweat it, just audition for replacements

 

Take your manuscript and write your best film!

After all, years later, while sitting on your porch, you want to smile at what you produced

So…LIGHTS..CAMERA…ACTION!

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Carry dem back!

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Mek unu so bare face and bright!

Di people dem cyah walk in piece?

All inna broad day light unu a come tief dem offa di streets?

Unu do all sorta foolishness fe tek weh people pickney-

Unu ole emotional vampire!

Wolves in sheep clothing unu disguise unu self as employa

Bout opportunities for employment!

Unu wicked nuh brute! Preying pan poor people jus to sodomize our youths!

No conscience unu nuh have! –

Wukkin dem out, prostituting dem out, selling us like we a jus another item pan a shop shelf

Wen u ago look inna dem eyes an see a reflection of yuhself? Eeh?

See say we a human like you! Have a home jus like you!

Who is you fi come modernize slavery an tek we against we will?

I not sure what worst- being raped, abused or being killed

Unu ole murderer! Vampire! Ole wicked brute

Who is you fe come traffic we youth!

But I leave the Child Development Agency to yuh!

A leave the Government to yuh!

A leave the Women’s rights to yuh!

A leave the Police dem to yuh!

A leave the tears and the screams of every mourning and weeping loved one to yuh!

A leave the wrath of God to yuh!

Ole wicked!

Ole murderer!

Ole rapist!

Ole tief!

Carry dem back! Me say fe carry dem back!

Carry dem back and Stop!!!

Lost your mind

Sometimes I wonder if you wonder about me

or am I drifting in the back of your mind like the other useless thoughts?

Am I easily forgotten or have I stained a place next to your priorities?

But then again, I have answered my own questions…

I mean if you wondered about me, would I be here wondering if you wonder about me?alone-beach-bear-beautiful-cute-just-wondering-favim-com-70436_large

Silver bells

silverbellsclusterblogMaybe wishes really do come true

Maybe someone is really watching from above

Maybe there is meaning in all that way we do

Maybe there is still hope for love

Just don’t stop believing even when it gets rough

Because even if a little faith is all we have, sometimes that is enough

May you have joy this season

and the days after that

To the challenges ahead I say…

Cheers! eat cake and get fat!

The Mysterious Girl

Her heart has been her biggest diary

Such emotions she feels no one will understand

She is complicated to many and crazy to the ones who tries to define her

But that is what people do when they can’t understand and she understands that

They know her name but not her heart and that is how it ought to be because such emotions no one will understand

So it is best she keeps her secret
keeps her heart….

After all, people never quite understood how to treat hearts

They somehow end up breaking it every time…and she knows this feeling all too well.

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Words of anger being thrown on RIPPED paper

with Sharpened points to PIERCE a pure white slate-

they are SPLASHED across the pages like the remains from a mighty SWORD.

Exhaling through my palms what you are too DEAF to HEAR.

SCREAMING from my thoughts; the SILENCE is deafening.

Writing ANGER through my trigger FINGERS

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Since everyone is too busy to listen…

Little black bird

Who told this little black bird that she couldn’t sing?

Her lyrics tell tales of a broken heart searching for a home

That to me is a tune we all can relate

So who told this little black bird she couldn’t sing?

Who told this little black bird she couldn’t fly?

Her wings were made to rise like a phoenix

From the ashes of pain, poverty and her past

That to me is a journey we all walk

So who told this little black bird she couldn’t fly?

Who told this little black bird she couldn’t?

This little black bird sings through poetry, she flies in her imagination, a journey with no limits

So who told this little black bird she couldn’t?

Because this little black bird lives.

…………………………………………….for all birds