To be the one in the crowd, who whispered words
no one would ever hear
To be the raven, who has never had the guts to
return to Noah Ark;

To be the dry, red rot shoes
who have never been worn because
07 was a size too small for those cow hoofs

To be the Cardinals from around the world
Who has to selected the next 17th Pope
As the world watch:

To be the end of a journey for the new born:
whose mother lay helplessly on the stretcher
because of her lifestyles:

It would be a blessed day not to be awaken
by the sound of the roaster who croaks
no blogging, blogging, or no ranting:
What would be sole purpose?
Not to do the things I love?

To be one who have to take a slice of bread:
And make breakfast for five hungry children

To be the one who said:
Today is the day I am going to look for a job
After spending nineteen years
with the same employer
Just to be ******* by the same company
Who claims the company is going to be bankrupt
No money for his employees
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I have just begun to see life as it is.
I need no sympathy:
I must be tripping
wake up and live

Every Moves Must Have A Purpose


Standing on the edge of the cliff looking down

at the muddy water

My body froze, my mind  
wandered about life altering

The floating leaves cluster against an old tree branch
the stronger ones, hurried along: an image of mockery
An ill feeling came over me:
What the purpose of living?
I saw the younger generation shoving us
Asking us to make room!
Make room
I saw injustice about to happen:
I felt the squeeze

lost for a moment
Numb and ill emotions

Should've I jump
or should I move away from the cliff

"Hiss “whisper the wind."

What you are about to do is a sin.

Who do you think you are Tim Tin?

I felt a sudden tug on my arm

a little voice whispered,
“Satan you’re a liar.

Turn down that heat on the fire,

Unhand me!  
I wouldn’t be dupe by you

I stumble for a moment,
Gasping for breath
as I held my chest

Was I brain-dead or just simply

Mad as hell?
suicidal thoughts

Every move has its purpose
And life is to move on

Thank God I didn’t take that plunge
Every Moves Must Have A Purpose

When I go back to the Island
and my old friends said that they miss me
I miss me too,
the old me,
The one who had the futuristic ideas
the girl with
the ***** locks braids which is
so happy and natural like the
land
the same girl with the ashy feet,
the one who work the land with her bare hands

I was like a woman land army,
wild and carefree
the same girl who  use her teeth to peel
out the hard skin and bite into the inner part of
the sugarcane and chew it.

who planted Roses, Morning Glories
with a smile
The one who loaded sharp blades sugarcanes
on to the high trucks
in the relentless hot sun
or frigid rain
with aches and pain
and drank water from the pitchers
until the sun go down;

Somehow, that girl survive those hard days
Even when she dance until dawn to the
sweet sound of the reggae beat
and the oldies Goldie's tunes

The one who woke up early to catch the 5:20 am bus
to travel miles to work in
Wildleys for minimum wages.

So when I go back to the islands
And my old friends say they miss me
Old friends brings all of the memories
back into the present state of mind
for a woman who is growing old

May the birds of happiness
Always sing your songs
True friends stay together


Have you ever bumped
into a friend expectedly ,
You stop, you greet
You exchange small talk,

However, as they walk away
for a moment you wish
You wore a veil
just to avoid that road block
Without the willow sigh of... oh ****!

Suddenly the memories
Of your friend resurface;
You slowly looked back and wave goodbye
With a pleasant smile upon your face
Was that Betty or Mesha B?
Memories are supposed to last forever
True friends stay together

However, it's so hard to remember the names
of old friends from your past
  Without losing that gap of time and place
A loss or change, healing or new beginning
When everything changes; it changes everything

However, as the conversation end
With “Oh isn’t it a lovely day”
It was so good to see you my nameless friend
despite the memory loss

I can't promise
To be strong
But I can promise
That I'll love you
Even when I'm feeling weak.