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He called my poem Wise and tropical The heat of the Caribbean: The tongue of the goddess Years of eating so much Fishcakes lace with Guinea Pepper Seeds Ginger beer and mauby bark drink Top with lemonade and pomegranates remains in my blood stream: When I dream, I dream and react like a chosen prophets So, I spread my words like a modern Moses Message in my poems, are Like ashes, they can’t be bottle They have to be scattered Throughout the internet, Around the globe: global feeds, Depending on the poet’s pen The archives is not the place for them to be stored I once saw my mother sob As she kneel in the sugar cane field The tears was for her children future, These days I sob because of a bad dream Our American dream is no longer valid, a beacon of hope without a definition for our future: Tupac saw the comings In his dreams, Suddenly, the silencer Silence him, Martin Luther king, had a dream A silencer silent him Apparently, John Lennon was getting closer to the truth he too was silent He called my poems Wise and tropical, I think of them as written transmission:
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Oct 3, 2018
Oct 3, 2018 at 11:27 AM UTC
Guinea Pepper Seed Poetry
He called my poem Wise and tropical The heat of the Caribbean: The tongue of the goddess Years of eating so much Fishcakes lace with Guinea Pepper Seeds Ginger beer and mauby bark drink Top with lemonade and pomegranates remains in my blood stream: When I dream, I dream and react like a chosen prophets So, I spread my words like a modern Moses Message in my poems, are Like ashes, they can’t be bottle They have to be scattered Throughout the internet, Around the globe: global feeds, Depending on the poet’s pen The archives is not the place for them to be stored I once saw my mother sob As she kneel in the sugar cane field The tears was for her children future, These days I sob because of a bad dream Our American dream is no longer valid, a beacon of hope without a definition for our future: Tupac saw the comings In his dreams, Suddenly, the silencer Silence him, Martin Luther king, had a dream A silencer silent him Apparently, John Lennon was getting closer to the truth he too was silent He called my poems Wise and tropical, I think of them as written transmission:
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Oct 3, 2018
Oct 3, 2018 at 11:27 AM UTC
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