I hope life treats you good,
That the breeze brings freshness to your life,
That the sight of the sea brings hope to your path,
I am still locked up in my "The God of Small Things" phase of Anita Desai,
While I am still managing the elements to run off the "Bell Jar" of my beloved Sylvia Plath,
Running through some empowering verse of Maya Angelou,
Admiring the path of James Baldwin,
I am looking forward to be writing my own Greatness Book.
Some great minds shall forever remain unseizable just have a look.

It is 11:11 a.m on my time clock
Memories left on my brain lock
If I could emprison you with a iron lock
It might not be a shock, I put an end to my breathe - No
For this love I birth for you is like a rock

Gushing tears,
Hands pressed on my mouth so not even the devil can't hear me, so he can't laugh at me,
Neither the strength to say, "God help me!"

My heart is just on a death - knock!!!

I wish I could keep you to love you more,
I wish I could keep you to touch you more,
I wish I could keep you to be under your spell more,
I wish I could keep you so we would lovemake some more,
I wish I could keep you so we travel the milky way some more together,
My wishes when it comes to you are limitless,
More of you is all I wish...

Them leaving my life or I walking out of their lives was not the end,
You entering it was just another
Beginning,

Your kindness heals me,
Your caring soothes me,
You making one with me embellishes me....

My healing!

What was your best time of the day?
             Now, with you at the end of the line...

I know that we left the level of making one,
       In order to rejoin this level of just being
               one....

Am not of the mass
As A Leader
Why being opportunist shall be bad?
Because I want to aim high?
Am not of the colours of the rainbow!
I am a Golden star way high...
The commoner will see an opportunist as a bad one
But an opportunist is one who seize every occasions and path for him to ascend...
While you one of the big crowd aims at being politically correct in the eyes in which you can't even shine.
I am a mountain High
To be the Star I was born to be.

I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.
                                        Maya Angelo
And here I am, born on a little lovely island
Seizing every single opportunity that pops
by, as I learn that I am one of the embodiment
of the Dreams and the Hopes of some
thousands female slaves... In contrast to
Maya, I will not use "the slave", but I
will rather say some thousands female
Who found themselves under the yoke of
slavery... Finding themselves chained,
beaten, *****, killed, abused, hurt, denied
of their rights and freedom. Me, I rise, I rise
full of pride of who I am, coloured, melting
in the multi-cultural *** or Republic... Affirming
myself aloud with vehemence, I rise. Showing my
curls, and ***** hair, wearing my simples dress.
Accepting my curves, I rise... With humility,
following the purpose that God has laid in me!
I rise... As for now the voice of Maya reading
this poem shall always and till the day I die
resound in my heart, spread through my veins,
giving vigour to my every *****, "I AM THE
DREAM AND THE HOPE OF THE SLAVE.
I RISE. I RISE. I RISE."

We kind of like get to know each other
By a wonderful hazard just like only
Heaven could have arranged it, Only
few steps side by side was enough to make
my heart go high, and my star shine bright
And my desires without borders, feeling a
love without measure...
See I am kind of like be tempted
Each time I kind of like come across you
Each time I kind of Like get to see you
Each time we kind of like be in the
same room
Walk and walk some more steps with me
Shall you never let me go, shall you never
let me fall,
Walk and walk some more steps with me
Shall the dream be ongoing, and our stars keep
on shining...

Each tear that I drop
In my misery, reminds me
of the lost of my Mother.
Making me feel even more
miserable than I could ever be...

Who says that you have to be
A singer, a writer or a poet
In order for you to be an artist
I believe that every human beings
Are artists and the platform onto
which they perform are their
daily lives, with their audiences being
their relatives, their partners and
co-workers, friends, parents and
whoever they rub with on a daily basis.
So here we go artists, trying to perform
properly, correctly, in a way so as not
to deceive our audiences, trying to fit
in, trying to meet their expectations of us,
Accepted is what we want to be, like the
others, yet not all of us will be of the normal
artists, some of the different ones, you might
be born handicapped, sick, or just different,
and this according to your audience, but
don't let their expectations define you, don't
let their acceptable norms direct you. For
as long as you are not harming whoever, you have
to perform your own happy life too. Even if you
have to lose some audiences!

I am a dictator in the soul,

Can't you see the danger
in me!

I am extreme in my actions,

So you better be on your
guard,

Full of pride I march

Wait, Watch and See

For I am about to do

Only what pleases me  

Full of Myself I stand

Doing things my own
way

Making the rules, in my
own land

Building the kingdom
of my imagination

Little and Dreamy boy
juggling with power,

Blindsided, and scorn.

So am I,

A Dictator!

For here I sat for a short while,
Writing few words about what is going on
Across my mind, thoughts of love about
How my lover came to visit me yesterday
And all he had to give me, was a tsunami
Of tender love into which I drown myself
Under his control, just wanting to get lost
In a safe hand, that I had not known since the
Departure of my beloved Mother Jeanine!
Maybe, the invisible hands of God, which I
Strongly believed have had my back, since
Life made that I am some miles afar my
Beloved Family, for some on the same land
That today I am seems to have forgotten all
The meaning and sense of “Unity and same
Blood”. So, here I sat, behind a friend’s laptop
Screen writing the thoughts that are running
Across the channels of my brain… I am envisioning
Myself laying on a beach Isolated by type, and
Enjoying A soft sand on my skin, Loving my Life,
feeling that a day at the beach for me can
Only be a good one…

Intelligence is an art of living that makes us blossom as a free and emancipated individual, who even exceeds the freedom of the body and joins the freedom of the mind!