I kept
your touch
fresh in
memory.

Now I ask,
but only
one thing,

Please
love me
back to
reality?

Then I will
cherish your
touch
presently.

®Andre Pinnock

Pain comfort my heart
Sorrow is my night light
Disappointment is my morning tea
Sadness is learning to be.....from me.
Mom why aren't you home yet?
Promises made to a little boy
Still pending years later
Mom I miss you into eternity
Mom are you coming home soon?
I'm tired of crying your absence
I hate feeling without...
Sigh! I'm miseries carpet
Fast becoming hurt wash bowl.
Mom I miss you.

®Andre Pinnock

Sincere smile masked by huge strange hands
Pure eyes suddenly coated with immeasurable fear
Her morning skin yet to experience the sun’s close
Muscled danger removed her from safety

Kicking legs left in the field a shoe-
Bushes sharp eyes gazed frequently upon her skin
Tears ran ceaselessly…it alone echoed her pain
Lips fasten by his palm never again move

Torn dress exposed her fledgling horizontal chest
Dirt and bruised leaves vaguely hide her shame
SHE WAS JUST A CHILD!
Three weeks over thirty-nine…a monster he was

Her imperfect world was perfect until…
Her laughter was free and enjoyed
Now they are just bitter sweet memories
He stole her—he broke in


By: Andre' Pinnock
May/02/2012

A def musician
can't enjoy his song.
A blind painter
can't admire his work.
If that's true,
then I'm not a poet.
Just a reggae boy imitating...
making a fool of myself.
Cafe's napkins never record
my moments of inspiration.
So what am I?
Am I a poet,
or just a island boy?
I care not for title....all I know,
I'm in love with poetry.

®Andre Pinnock

Freedom lies in my ability to conceptualize

Armed with weapon of sentences…I am feared

Such power propelled me beyond your projected limitations

Standing outside your walls of prison-
Dreams breathe air of reality.

My skin grabs your attention  

But the blast from my canon left you trembling.

By: Andre' Pinnock
Apr/10/12

This hurt sits
on the center of
my soul

ripping apart
my entire
chest.

Still
not making
its way out
it feeds on
my every bit
of effort.

Regret punishes my
moment of
reminiscing on times
of our best.  

The end result
of what we had
had taken
all my comfort.

It's been days
still I am
wiping tears
unable to rest.

This sorrowful
mourner
sadly dresses
in shaded
wear.

His love
is gone
sincere happiness
buried.