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Memories of past magnificence A pall now hangs over her Echoes of screams in the west Decomposed disillusion Inhumanity Insecurity Split personality Search warrants for the haves Kicked in doors for the have nots Mr. Officer……Mi innocent The muzzle of your gun has me reticent From slavery our ancestors did run In the streets the blood of my countrymen run When will di trouble dun She has been battered and scarred Her name feathered and tarred While the gleam in her eyes is diminished She is by no means finished Still the heartbeat of a nation Vibrant, trendsetting, schizophrenic Sometimes there is panic in this state of chronic Some more equity is required in my city The financial capital What about human capital? Some deemed worthless Existing in communities of sacrificial lambs. Others are sacred cows…..Wolves in sheepskin Who pollute the air with noxious verbiage White collar facades hide evil intent. She will rise again. If we have the will and the way My city……KINGSTON!!!!!

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Jul 11, 2010

Jul 11, 2010 at 2:34 PM UTC

Kingston

Memories of past magnificence A pall now hangs over her Echoes of screams in the west Decomposed disillusion Inhumanity Insecurity Split personality Search warrants for the haves Kicked in doors for the have nots Mr. Officer……Mi innocent The muzzle of your gun has me reticent From slavery our ancestors did run In the streets the blood of my countrymen run When will di trouble dun She has been battered and scarred Her name feathered and tarred While the gleam in her eyes is diminished She is by no means finished Still the heartbeat of a nation Vibrant, trendsetting, schizophrenic Sometimes there is panic in this state of chronic Some more equity is required in my city The financial capital What about human capital? Some deemed worthless Existing in communities of sacrificial lambs. Others are sacred cows…..Wolves in sheepskin Who pollute the air with noxious verbiage White collar facades hide evil intent. She will rise again. If we have the will and the way My city……KINGSTON!!!!!

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Brainwaves like the cosmos giving birth. The bang of my nuclei expands beyond the earth. My supernova incinerates all in its path My black hole engulfs all light E=MC²….. The birth of the atom Concepts like myriad mushroom clouds Visions of explosive aftermaths Mind games played out on a grand scale Random radioactivity Permeates creativity Defying gravity daily Like a river I flow I bend Sometimes a gurgling stream Sometimes a raging torrent No more hurricanes…… I am serene

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Sep 4, 2009

Sep 4, 2009 at 10:25 PM UTC

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Aftermath of Torment

Brainwaves like the cosmos giving birth. The bang of my nuclei expands beyond the earth. My supernova incinerates all in its path My black hole engulfs all light E=MC²….. The birth of the atom Concepts like myriad mushroom clouds Visions of explosive aftermaths Mind games played out on a grand scale Random radioactivity Permeates creativity Defying gravity daily Like a river I flow I bend Sometimes a gurgling stream Sometimes a raging torrent No more hurricanes…… I am serene

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Recriminations of a flawed existence Blind stupidity and stubborn persistence Thoughts of what might have been Reminiscing on times long gone Distant memories…… Ghosts that hang about my neck Heavy chains like so much unwanted bling. In my domain I am the king The lone wolf now treads lightly In my wake I left apocalyptic wastelands Remnants of holocausts played out in the mind Napoleonic wars of the soul Hollow victories that widen the hole residing in the ozone of my heart. Longing for my Waterloo Not knowing what to do Or how to ease my pain So much time spent in the rain Need to find some balm Something to restore the calm So I write I write…..to ease my mind.

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Sep 4, 2009

Sep 4, 2009 at 10:22 PM UTC

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A Poet’s Tale

Recriminations of a flawed existence Blind stupidity and stubborn persistence Thoughts of what might have been Reminiscing on times long gone Distant memories…… Ghosts that hang about my neck Heavy chains like so much unwanted bling. In my domain I am the king The lone wolf now treads lightly In my wake I left apocalyptic wastelands Remnants of holocausts played out in the mind Napoleonic wars of the soul Hollow victories that widen the hole residing in the ozone of my heart. Longing for my Waterloo Not knowing what to do Or how to ease my pain So much time spent in the rain Need to find some balm Something to restore the calm So I write I write…..to ease my mind.

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