fragano-ledgister
English
I am the one who said: / / Do you not see, the late year trees are blooming / and once again we come to feel a spring. / / I stole those lines, and don't deserve to claim them. / That being said, let me reveal the facts: / / Born: London, a while back. / / Educated: Jamaica, New York, California. / / Work: Georgia. / / Alive: Still.
so long a silence covers up much pain
we can rejoice but we must still recall
this sun of freedom rises through the rain
why they were taken we need not explain
for weight of shadows on us casts a pall
so long a silence covers up much pain
of those who suffered for other folks’ gain
whose battered bodies hung against the wall
this sun of freedom rises through the rain
and still we dance our every hope made plain
elsewhise we’d stoop and crouch and bend and bawl
so long a silence covers up much pain
they won their battle and their long campaign
whose time of servitude was not so small
this sun of freedom rises through the rain
with words of justice sung in no wild strain
by men and women proudly standing tall
so long a silence covers up much pain
this sun of freedom rises through the rain
Aug 1, 2015
Aug 1, 2015 at 1:27 PM UTC
to travel takes us back to where we start
all journeys have good learning as their end
but no one can go further than their heart
we seek a place from which pain must depart
leaving us healthier and with a friend
to travel takes us back to where we start
where all our bags are piled upon the cart
yet we can see those folk who will not bend
but no one can go further than their heart
so we have gone unto a place apart
to understand but not to reprehend
to travel takes us back to where we start
into the torment that must make us smart
beyond the certain hope which we defend
but no one can go further than their heart
therefore we master the creative art
that teaches us the ways in which to blend
to travel takes us back to where we start
but no one can go further than their heart
Jun 17, 2015
Jun 17, 2015 at 4:10 PM UTC
across the silences these words are true
that answer sorrow with a worthy smile
but will not pause to soften nor revile
your efforts nor the feelings that are due
this passing day what is it we review
among the many sights that might beguile
each voyager who reaches this last mile
is that the known provides us with a clue
some would be said to answer that the day
is not sufficient for all that we need
but we must struggle onwards into night
actors and viewers of the self-same play
not certain if our desperation’s greed
but ever hopeful we can get things right
May 15, 2015
May 15, 2015 at 12:40 PM UTC
too many answers come down to the same
non-explanation of the simple fact
we are the ones who always bear the blame
for all the anger we have one hard name
clear and precise both noble and exact
too many answers come down to the same
wave of exhaustion so that we must claim
not what we earned but all the goods we lacked
we are the ones who always bear the blame
for what was lost and for the constant shame
that was included in the lost compact
too many answers come down to the same
inauguration of the truth of fame
which we can neither add to nor detract
we are the ones who always bear the the blame
for those who come when we call the right name
but have no thought of what it means to act
too many answers come down to the same
we are the ones who always bear the blame
Mar 30, 2015
Mar 30, 2015 at 12:20 PM UTC
to speak of valour is no great mistake
when each of us confronts the howling gale
those who are ready when the sandbags fail
know what is meant when city turns to lake
each of them is that moment wide awake
while in their corners all the cowards quail
left with no benefit save their own stale
as even stoutest bodies bend and shake
words that are spoken in the autumn sun
lose all their purchase during winter's turn
but are the currency of many schools
repenting of their choices no one's done
before they see their youthful wishes burn
and know themselves for ordinary fools
Mar 23, 2015
Mar 23, 2015 at 9:21 AM UTC
where crossing rivers can be made to count
against the value of all we hold dear
in spite of all that’s known at the frontier
where hope and learning are held paramount
no one would wait on those who’d dare remount
for the long journey of the pioneer
made by the awkward and the most sincere
who have their truths to keep and to recount
no voyage matters this at last we learn
except to those who never need the map
the ones excepted from each changing trend
those are the masters who will always yearn
to hear our answer yet not give a rap
since all must come out equal in the end
Jan 24, 2015
Jan 24, 2015 at 8:38 PM UTC
our meanings come from choices handed down
by those who built the towers and raised the sky
the folk who farmed the fields and filled the town
who'd made the horrid trip and did not die
their long hope was back to lost home to fly
but all the horrors made their footsteps slow
while home was lost in the far eastern glow
they had their duties and their constant care
and all the many pains we cannot know
all changed with dessalines at vertières
so much depends upon a simple frown
a gesture or a winking of the eye
to make disaster or to grant renown
turn all our wishes into one great lie
or send us each to the last great good-bye
by means of one most massive mortal blow
that bursts the normal cheery human flow
and sends us hurtling to the upper air
until that moment all had seemed too slow
all changed with dessalines at vertières
the human is a move from verb to noun
a chance to prove that we can best rely
upon the one who could not play the clown
but was the stalwart soul who did not cry
under the lash but rather chose to fly
with the fresh dawn and the new morning glow
the day of history when all would know
just what we were and how much we would dare
to do when we came up from down below
all changed with dessalines at vertières
prince you have heard your men were far too slow
to face our wrath and take the angry blow
that meant our freedom in the open air
do not be angry for you could not know
the outcome would be more than a tableau
all changed with dessalines at vertières
Jan 12, 2015
Jan 12, 2015 at 12:33 PM UTC
no evidence the world is bent in shape
a bluish globe with wooly white of cloud
the mountains form a contrast sharp and proud
against the sea we note the golden cape
while in the sky dark birds seem to escape
the planetary force while winds are loud
above the foam and yet we are uncowed
though eyes are open and all mouths agape
there is a reason we have reached this place
and taken stock at the appropriate time
for our authority to be compelled
into new channels and a different space
with better thought and clearer paradigm
now that the party’s over and trial’s held
Jan 1, 2015
Jan 1, 2015 at 1:39 PM UTC
no matter what we say we do not feel
the pain of others right inside each heart
instead we wait the turning of the wheel
for one more challenge for the last appeal
which was presaged right at the very start
no matter what we say we do not feel
our hopes and urges have been brought to heel
and the last hero laid upon a cart
instead we wait the turning of the wheel
to see the message and to take our meal
in comfort all who come here will depart
no matter what we say we do not feel
we will start forward and then we will reel
back down in sign that we have lacked the art
instead we wait the turning of the wheel
for what is good the last hard spring of steel
yet still the while some fool will strain to ****
no matter what we say we do not feel
instead we wait the turning of the wheel
Dec 9, 2014
Dec 9, 2014 at 12:55 PM UTC
where no man argues and no woman fights
for good or evil we have reached an end
of human battles and the stars portend
no better indications as the nights
close in we note their distant blinking lights
as symbols we might faintly comprehend
when we are whole but what the worlds intend
is not a matter that we have to rights
the argument of workers in the day
or farmers when the wind upsets the trees
is much the same as when we all were young
to bring about the work without delay
ignore the rain and not yield to the breeze
since a strong back outdoes a silver tongue
Nov 17, 2014
Nov 17, 2014 at 11:41 AM UTC