Poem #6

Timeless (Unknown)

Every Raspberry that touches her skin on a plate
The blueberry responds with enemy attack
In a river alongside the bridge,
here in the Caribbean, we see more
Yo tengo una pregunta para tu.
Como maravilloso es cambiar?
BeachLakeSand underneath her feet
And under mine is a diamond
The pro high school varsity
Withe the red seam every block
Under the lights, a gruesome bball tournament
A battle mele, underground rec,
Empty the car at the fence to my right
Durant and Westbrook
Here, at Compo, competitiveness gleans physical endurance
In between two trees
At two AM, the surrounding darkness was enslaved by the brights lights, high up,
That gave way to the large
Underground Rec

Poem #5

1/10/14
9:38 AM

Everything that has happened
Inside a sunlight that gives energy
at the gate of Charon
It's something that used to be expensive
But now, we can look for free at the last question that I have
And maybe,
I'll never look around the left hand corner
I see something we all see

Poem #4

1/6/14
1:18 PM
For time of a position
The respect for the water
Which brings me home
To a Mystery
Clarity of people lost in a bubble
With Fantastic Obligations to show off
Finding things to show off with
And the fascinating discovery of
Working hard for something
The we righteously own
Which will give way to a birthday
And 20 after that
And incentives of uneducated
I wonder if you know me
Because of theshesaidtome
Tell me if you see it in my face
My eyes
The catch?
I become capable of anything
My imagination can give opportunities
That's the obvious positive
Getting shot down
But, to me, from what I see
It stays different
And water breathes
Until we make it a proletariat luxury
Of heavenly bodies which absorb
Equal latitude to that of your right-hand-man  
 

Poem #3 (4)

12/16/13
12:35PM

The dangerous reality
Of lonely, exposed imagination
The prolific,
Sub-varsity profoundness.
In depth
Of jeans
And stitching
Down Valley Road
Deep in Babylon
A journey to nationhood
A one made through many
Touching sky to the Caribbean Waters
White people
White work
White this
White that
Beginning life on a new plate
Common Sense
On a B note and jazz percussion
Coming together to form a union
And existence in industries
Of hedging
Creation of materialized economy will destroy
The Jamaica Culture becomes a sub-varsity profoundness of prolific,
presentations proportional to the plain, banana pancake on my plate,
please pass it
And I will pass you on my way to freedom...

Poem #2

12/13/13
1:15PM

Noise
To be with some things are to you, as yourself is one.
Belief to the notion
Are you one?
Or two?
Three or four or five?
Keep in mind,
that,
the separation of powers reveals to one self.
Not two.
Nor three, nor four, nor five.
Across from me
Is a one
And a guy
Next to him, a group of energies
Moving across, the stories
Wonders of life
In a town full of bubbles,
Bubbled up by just one,
Bubble
Leave space in your bubble
And it should be filled
But if it doesn't?
Present to me your idea of a bubble
To me,
It seems.
It filled me,
to release
The air inside,
That's in the bubble?
I have one.
Mine.
Inside another
With minimal noise,
Or so I want,
I strive.
Although,
Some days...
Some days bring different noises...

Poem

12/12/13
4:15PM

Lonely
Or individual
The battle of anxiety
And Meditation
Comes at a price
To deal with such
Be able to give love
With and to you
Think
Feed
Hear
Listen to me
Or you
Go to the garden
Represent the greatness
Of underground
Traveling
Spiritually and feel the
Calmness of the breath
But when should I
Take you
And me
To the breath
Hear
Listen to me
And you
Children
We will
Give way to the great design of me and you.
Pop, at three inside a fire,
your clothes,
they won't smell,
after the smoke latches me to her.
And you
Or
Her or you
Give me a taste of the orient
Meditation
Becomes
Medication