Your heart does not ask for another
Your eyes are not pulled away
The warmth of your arms does not smother
My wish for the coming day
To wake up and see you again

There are no women to draw you
The stars and their light can't compare
To the joy in your heart that blossoms
in the moment our souls join to share
Though I hide my face quite aghast
at the glorious passion you dare
In time you will draw me to dance
with all the raw lightning you wear

At times I long for new friends and lovers
Those who haven't known my past
But true love always finds its way
Sinking into ***** cracks
It digs up rotted journals
And asks for all you have

Germans, love to be funny
German-English, love to be friends
Trinis, love to work hard
English, love to talk loud
Bajan, love to travel
Hmong-Americans, love to look classy
Korean-English, love to hangout
Koreans, look good in "gangsta"
Tobagonians, love to give gifts
Americans, love fresh vegetables
Chinese-Americans, love butter biscuits
Canadians, don't know that one guy
Kenyans, love Ethiopian food
Guineans, are the best Arabic teachers
Jordanians, love Kentucky Fried chicken
Brazilians, love Trinidad
Brazilian-Americans, have 5 kids
Puerto Ricans, love Ecuadorians
Ecuadorians, love Puerto Ricans
Peruvian-Americans, love concert piano

Poetry is a mask in reverse
created from just a mere spark
bringing to light
who we really are
out of the depths of the dark
       Despite ourselves      
we try to hide
in the realms of our daily lives
and then poetry's
visceral therapy
weaves magic spells
from our fingers
     right out
                 of our minds
Suddenly, there is no choice
but to allow those masks
to be dropped
like a sudden change of fancy
at a medieval ball:
Naked eyes for coverings
are swapped
Yes…the command is given
ornate masks slip
with a splat upon
the floor
Suddenly, all dancers look
upon each other's faces
discovering treasures
they knew not before
Pregnant silence reigns
and only then
does the true dance begin
in bransles' or corantos' countered moves,
a new quiet
drowns out the din
Let it commence!
in festive air,
all attempts to hide
are in vain
Subtextual glances
and heady music
create sensual tension
profane
      The wine is flowing
smiles glowing
and soon release will
bear fruit
as the dance is danced
without inhibition
and all pretenses
start to uproot
And so it is
in poetry…
All those masks
are thrown down
the words just
                        trip
                              from beyond our lips
making magic
from adjectives and nouns
Now, our words drip upon the paper
revealing the secrets divine
our souls are coaxed out from the layers
melting your
sparkling poets' hearts
into mine

The tears as you leave are a blessing
the feeling of sadness a gift
For many don't have ones to love them
or pleasant sweet sorrow so swift

The mist is lifting
making way for the sun's return
little beams break through
to laugh and play upon the ground
I've worked here in the dark
So long
visiting each day
That the brightness hurts my eyes
I squint to surround myself with darkness once more
pull myself back into shadow
The Shadow I abhor
but it's been my home for months
so now the light confuses
Me
Is it gone
No, the mist remains as yet
though filled with holes
Sun begins to
Set
Afire
The mist
is lifting
making way for the sun's return
little beams break through
to laugh and play upon the ground