Iguana of diamonds,
Sand sea and sun,
Little children in sight,
Attractions of light,
Natives of love,
Decorative cities, what night.

Island’s of the Bahamas beauty as can be,
What more fun than playing with dolphins in the sea.
Creative costumes, dancers so bright,
The music dramatized, Feel the rush it’s a site.
Nothing more beautiful than the island themselves,
Well except the people willing to give help.
Pineapples, peas and rice, pink sand, flamingoes, and some conch salad,
Not forgetting the “KALIK,” cause’ “IT’S A BAHAMIAN TING”.
Blue, Black and Aquamarine, was just described to you,
All in the Islands Love.
Come and enjoy the exciting experience too!
My Bahama Land!

©

To create your own fear
Would be your personal epiphany
Your fatal flaw.

©

“Ye without sin cast the first stone.”
No one is perfect, but I’m not justifying crime.

Men roam the streets as their little children sleep,
Ready to attack the obvious prey.
While hard working people that wants to make ends meet,
Pray with their little children or go their separate ways,
Subconsciously hoping to wake up the next day.
Though four miles away and even across the world,
Someone’s being shot, stab to death or *****.
We the country gasp in fear,
Though we the  country created the problem.
Young men and women hooked on drugs,
Partying like rock stars while hitting the clubs.
Showing off the material things, “Yea that’s wassup.”
According to the older folks this nonsense has to stop,
I do agree though, before friends create props.
Are we are neighbors keepers, or do we continue to hate?
While we make money for our bread and butter,
Some families have nowhere to stay.
Young men turn to violence,
To make money for today.
Who knows what goes on in our country,
While the light are off and the street lights are on.
What shall be revealed next?
“All a we,” suppose to be, “One Family.”
Yet our nations need to be healed.
Let’s come together “This Bahama Land”,
And lend one another a helping hand.

©

The acoustic guitar plays softly, in the background of a critiqued ball room as he made his entrance. The attention of the audience fell upon him; As he walked readily towards the dance floor, The melody of the flute and the rhythm of the bass guitar, Dramatized his beauty. The spectators in fear, but his passion so real, As I stared into his eyes, that made beauty felt unreal everything else that surrounded me disappeared. He focused his eyes on the dance floor they began to whisper; Who will he choose? Who has to leave now? He flashed his eyes upon the viewers that were once in shock, now in terror, but their ****** expression in awe. The apothegm states that he continually seeks for the one that would heal his disease but bound to the power of the earth’s forces, his determined, stunning eyes will never be able to reveal, the secret one that can heal. The bass drums play wildly as he shows the crowd his fury. The once stunned viewers now begin to panic, but I draw myself closer. Before I could reach him someone else got in the way. “I would like to die” was the words I know her to repeatedly say. He gently pushed himself away in anger. He looked around the ball room, and observed the reaction of the audience to his response. They’re now in astonishment. He then stopped and his focal point was clear. The piano and the cello played softly to become one with his voice. He said to me “let us dance.” I’m frightened, the majority of the onlookers left in a daze. My vision weakened before our dance began. He smiled, and as he looked upon my face all the instruments faded away. He said to me is this your last dance? Will you leave us tonight? I’m the kiss of death will you close your eyes forever or will you leave me in delight?”

Calculate the amount of time I waited for you in seconds,
Then you will know the amount of miles the earth is from the sun.
Friendship is often the outcome, of remaining in earth’s boundaries.
I’d settle for Pluto or maybe Mars,
All on their axis, Nothing is more powerful than the stars.
For the stars create imageries, or shoot for millions of miles,
And seeing the big dipper, would often give us smiles.
I’d see the land in which I live,
As I bask on nothing else but faint less gravity.

Occupied by colors, I’d forget about it all,
The beauty of the universe, its atmosphere and all.
The beautiful star, the Sun, shines so bright,
My heart already melting from the painter’s canvas in the night.
It’s time to drive the spaceship, forgetting we were already there.
To many buttons to press, nothing says beware.
So we traveled to Jupiter, The Scorpio and I,
Fearfully in love I close my eyes,
As the spaceship rides, and finally friendship says goodbye.

©

I looked to the left and then to my right.
I then took a look at the clouds.
The rain began to drizzle and overshadow my soul.
Its mist already settled comforting to my thoughts.

I looked at the rain and finally it dropped into my eyes.
To my surprise the feeling that gave me sanity was wrong.
To my soul it does not belong but yet I dwell.
Wrapped in imagination I bring love to my wounded mind.

Kiss my soul, comfort my heart, drop with every drip.
I feel it kissing me, damaging the inner me.
This secret love affair is killing me.
I look inside your window and there you are Family and all.

You stare at me as any animal would watch their prey.
She looks at you and wondered on your gaze.
No secret to child, never amazed at this stage,
But I can feel you, your thoughts.

With every drip I’m lost in time,
Though she is blind to future and past.
The acid in the rain washes our secret away,
As you blow a kiss to me with every drip of the rain.

©

Do I write to cure my mind of the things unseen,
By any other human being,
To regain strength from the pain?
That solemnly remains,
In my heart relentlessly stopping me,
From pleasures that are gained?
Am I the one that’s standing alone in the rain?
Or am I myself the rain?
Is it me that is untamed,
Causing bad weather that strikes the pulmonary vein?
Though my thoughts I try to contain.
Am I like hurricane Katrina?
Yet not wanting to cause harm to New Orleans.
So can I relate myself to hurricane Jane?
Who quickly passes over the Bahamas,
Not causing too much disaster,
But after Francis what else is there to be seen?
Did I change everything,
Because it looks like everything’s the same.
Even without me there will be someone with my name.
Just not my fingerprints though, they would have never came.
So really is the world the same without me,
Or would it have a different frame?
©

Isn’t it interesting,
Or rather a complicated thing,
When we want something and get it,
But when we do get it,
We don’t want it,
Because we can cherish it no longer.

We love it and yearn for it,
Almost every day from a distance,
Then we hold it ,
And at that point,
It’s an everlasting memory.
Waiting to be demolished,
By our thoughts of tomorrow.

Complicated is it not,
When the heart wants to love,
But the mind disagrees,
And your body wants to give in,
But your soul won’t agree,
And your left to wonder in your subconscious.

Then you give in or you don’t,
You begin to ponder on the could’ve been,
Or I should’ve done it this way or the next,
And your mind becomes weak,
While your heart has already been,
From jump street fatally wounded.

© Robyn Neymour

I know your name,
But do you know mine.
Everlasting features,
You will have,
Theres beauty in your sings.
You glisten in the dawn of lights.
Catastrophic Atmospheres,
Can only determine real beauty if you unwind.
I watch you from a distance,
At least when I ever I get a chance.
You know my name though,
You just don't know,
My heart for you is on demand.
So do you really know my name.
Secrets tell lies,
By the time it reaches it first recipient,
It already said its first cry.
Nothing underneath or between it,
No blank slates,
But no hieroglyphic signs,
To show you my heart.
My heart races against time,
To take a look upon your face,
Your beauty is only shown,
In the deepest part of memories grace.
I could only see you in my dreams I spew,
Counting down the moment,
When I wake only not to see you.
Do you know my name?

Have you ever had a session that gave you an impression,
Then you formed your discretion,
Which then showed your expression, and at the end of the day,
It documented as a depression that formed rejection?
This rejection then formed an infection
In the enzyme in your stomach called pepsin,
That led to an injection, for your safety and protection.
Did I forget to mention, the medication won’t **** it,
Just gives the disease a suspension?

©

I sense it,  
I can feel its mist.
Thunder begins to roll.
Lighting begins to flash.
“Drip Drop”
Now I can hear it.
Where already there,
Where getting into it.
“Drip Drop”
Comes closer to me,
Taking away my every breathe
Begins to pick up the speed
“Drip Drop”
We begin to intertwine,
I begin to lose control of my mind
All of a Sudden
“Drip Drop”
Realises my struggle
Begins slow down
Understand me,
So it slows down.
“Drip Drop”
Please I beg take me away,
I fell in love with you,
Please don’t go away.
“Drip Drop”
It stayed and waited,
Until I fell asleep,
Falling into a subliminal state.
“Drip Drop”
I woke up,
Only to remember its sound,
Never looked once upon its face.
“Drip Drop”

Witch Laughs – (NUHAHAHUHHAHA)

I stirred the ***, I stirred the ***,
To bake the cake I love a lot.
I laughed at him,
As I chuckled a chant,
And drank a bottle of Razz and Cran.
It was on ice my belly did love.
I am the witch that has no love.
My words contrary as I stir,
Stir the *** for the cake I love for a cure.
I did some hocus pocus,
That made me mad,
But I loved it so,
Like my last comrade,
That I did choke on when I ate,
My laughter pleased me,
As my eating count was only eight.
I mixed and stirred the cake indeed,
I did at my utmost speed.
“I thought to myself,”
The witch did say,
I’ll keep my mind as a piece,
For another day.
She laughed at her face oh indeed,
The witch ate hearts,
Though she had no need.
I am the witch insanely me
Come and set my crooked mind free.
I stirred the ***, I stirred the ***.
Witch Laughs – (NUHAHAHUHHAHA)

©

To weak emotionally wounded, its 1 o clock I’m weary,
My iron is low, everything is going contrary.
I stumble out of bed, I’m unable to groan.
My lips are able to move, but my voice is gone.
Vision failing I stagger to into the bathroom,
But I’m able to open up the cabinet.
I see my life flash before me in an instant.
Alcohol not on my agenda right now,
It makes me sick, and leaves a person fowl.
Talk about smoking, I can’t even take when paper burns.
So how does these two relieve me? It’s the least of my concern.
They won’t help me anyway so I’m back to my cabinet.
Which drug should I use this time, should I even be doing this?
Just came out the hospital two months ago for this same reason.
So I close the cabinet, and its glass caught me by the arm.
Now I’m physically wounded, that sure rung off an alarm.
See the cabinet was controlling me, but for this time I controlled Cabinet.
So where should I find my relief, alcohol, smoking or drugs?
Maybe this time I’ll just force myself to sleep.

©

Gombalay & His Masterpiece V.s. The City

Song:
Aye Aye Gombalay
Aye Aye Gombalay
Aye Aye Gombalay

Gombalay:
The hell with you snitches and all the parody’s you see.
You don’t understand what’s in this master piece!
So you decide to develop simple messages,
About something you can’t see!

People:
Gombalay, Gombalay, You stupid young man!
Tired of talking to you,
Nothing’s up so we ignore!
Your here going about with this nasty old trash can.

Gombalay:
These people must have had massive,
Brain destruction to not understand me!
All I want is freedom from this,
Close minded city!

People:
Gombalay, Gombalay what an unsuccessful young man,
That smells worse than that trash can he carries around.
Maybe one day they will marry, they already dine and sleep,
What else do they do, *(Laughs) man don’t make me weak.
Stupid young man doesn’t think he has more important things to do!

Gombalay:
You ****** ignorant, arrogant, snots,
Don’t understand my master piece!
Filthy little *****, poor, *******,
Worship the government while other peasants receive more money.
You laugh at me, but who’s doing the *** kissing now!

People:
Shut up you young fool, watch your **** mouth.
We will **** you this instant, without a shadow of a doubt.
You crazy young man it’s our government that saves us.
You wouldn’t know that you’re obtuse and outrageous.

Gombalay:**
I’ll show you all. I’ll Show you all,
You stupid aimless mongrels!!
You **** yourselves, and wire your kids,
And expect to live at peace!
It’s going to be farewell for you while I sleep in peace!!!

©

Creativity I fear,
Being unaware of the past and present possessions.
I lost control of it,
I utter the words that my finger tips once molded.
I am that I am without even expressing it.
Controlling myself within.
Unbelievably spoken out,
As harsh white clouds,
Looking abruptly at the trees that sway gently in the wind.
Creativity where have you been,
Cracked, shattered, my iris withers.
Now to men I’m colour blind.
I’m finding my way.
No colour in the eyes,
Creativity shall continue to hide.

©

I saw the hawk,
Steady, awaiting, eager.
Violence await the clouds,
You can see it in the sky.
Earth drums beat loudly.
Thunder clashes,
Like symbols from afar.
The eagle at a set pace,
Laughs at his friend.
For he has nothing
To worry about.
Happiness the evidence,
Of untruthful love.
For what is real,
In the hawks eyes?
Willing to pretend,
The seagull comes,
And glides over the sea.
Only to be eaten,
By the shark that awaited,
It’s loving peaceful return.
The hawk stares,
There is no way out.
Captivated by love and lust,
Which door shall be,
The way out?
The eagle sees the confusion,
But the owl seemed wise.
In his delight,
He ate the rat with pride.
The hawk decided it was time.
So he flew,
Through three doors,
And behind the seagull,
He waited in line.

©

Heartache,
Takes blood,
Reveals pains,
That you never,
Even thought you had.

Mind boggling activities,
Enters your thoughts,
The pain of it,
Encounters your body,
And your mind controls your actions.

In this state you cannot think,
But you can.
Almost everything hurts,
Piercing to the skin,
Intrigues the darkest part of your heart.

Your just there,
In a dark room,
Contemplating alone,
To leave your heart,
To enjoy the emptiness,
That your mind plays with it.

In the end there are no thoughts of tomorrow,
No joy in anything,
You stand alone,
Only to feel your heart deteriorating,
From the fowl resentment thoughts,
Of your mind.

© Robyn G Neymour

September 2011

Love has no boundaries,
When it comes to you and me,
I’d rather break more limbs together
Than to climb the highest tree,
Without you.

Creativity you are,
In its highest prospective,
You are a ball player,
Somehow love has connected,
In our play time.

I’m sure you remember,
Scratching each other’s back,
We got so tired of each other,
The sunlight would dim,
Until our eyelids showed black.

Your laughter,
A joy it, brings to my soul.
Once it was annoying,
But annoyance turned into,
Memories that would be told.

You are a human being,
I’ve seen you shed a tear,
As your older sibling,
It only pushed me to be stronger,
So that I can show you how much I care.

I believe in you,
Your struggles and your efforts,
To overcome,
You are an inspiration to me,
Remembering you are God’s Son.

Positivity will never fall behind,
In a trail that you blaze,
Your footsteps will be the next mark,
Of the followers,
That you will raise.

It takes two to tango,
You handle us three very well,
You me and Miah,
A bond that no other three,
Will ever share.

So to you my kind-hearted,
Little "Big" brother,
Remember to love,
Because you are the product,
That was sent from above.

Love your “Little” big sister.

© Robyn Neymour

Some people hate me because I am different.
Some people are jealous of me because I'm different.
Some people hate me and don't even know me because I'm different.
Some people who know me hate me because I'm different.
Some people hate the way I act because I'm different.
Some people just hate the way I look and dress because I'm different.
Some people want to see me fail just because I'm different.
Some people underestimate me because I'm different.
Some people don't understand me because I'm different.
But they just don't know that I'm different.

©

Mindless matters of the man filled with sovereignty.
Merry he was filled with sorrow and glory.
Universal he rises only to choke on the edge.
International he hid himself from speech.
So he got away on a boat that drove him insane.
Intervals came and the American he blamed,
For being a sociopath, killing is wife and taking his fame.
Things became basic as he floated on original keys,
And the waves danced while the sun became blind.
Love the action of a territorial move,
That causes every issue of life to become happy or dark.
Pain is the outreach that condemned his electronic heart.
The he laid in the “kool” breeze and everything was sound


© Robyn G Neymour

I will rise,
I will fight,
Pain I won’t deny,
I will carry out my mission.
I won’t harm my enemy.
I will climb,
Through my problems,
I will not procrastinate,
I will keep moving.
Through the valley I will run,
I will run through the forest,
I will stay determined.
Enemies will come,
Enemies will go.
To them anger I will not show,
Wind, waves, fire, earthquakes,
I will overcome.
I will seek for that which I long for,
Do what you want,
Say what you say,
My key to success is failure,
For tomorrow or another day I will achieve,
I will rise,
Despite all odds.

©

I speak,
About the motives of drugs,
That makes us weak,
That brings all of us the same relief,
That causes humility.
Addicted to, lust, smoking, killing, ***, fighting, drinking?
What about being addicted, to games, a person or pills?
That’s your drug.
Remembering a drug is something we use to lessen the pain,
That causes change in our behavior, and is taken for the effects.
Don’t worry I have my personal highs.
I’m not trying to knock you, but listen to my cry.
The drug becomes an addiction,
One that we love,
It makes us weak and unconscious,
Until it becomes a must,
It controls us, to the point where we need it most.
And we strive to have it at any cause.
When we have it brings the relief that we’re searching for,
But the relief is only temporary.
What if it was taken from us would we go crazy?
It already has, we don’t have to be living on the streets,
For the drug to be dominant in our lives.

©

Dazzle me with your energy.
Conqueor me with your love.

No just maybe I lied.
I don't want you to give me nothing. (Nothing at  all.)

The trees stretch their limbs.
The rain beats against the beauty of the being.

Draw me near to the aura.
No wait take me away.

Take your lust away from your eyes.
Yes the lust that you shield with your heart.

© RGN

Information, and technology,
Growing each and every day.
Where can anyone find themselves?
It’s a race through time,
If one continues to think about yesterday,
Caution please stop.
Yesterday is now an imagination,
To the future generation.
To this reality arise.
Arise to be great, and hardworking.
Locked in a box, it is the home.
Choices that were made are now so far gone.
Living in those choices this is where it is at.
Communication afar off,
To distant for a heart attack.
Children play, people laugh.
One find themselves in a ditch,
Money never lasts.
With no one to help,
With problems to face,
Life continues at its own pace.
Unable to control the tempo of life,
One can only dance,
Then life knocks on the door,
Death comes maybe then it’s peace at last.
To another life is given,
Then death shall return,
As time moves on,
There is nowhere to turn.

©

Conquering the mind is the human that is unseen,
And we become victims of our thoughts.
Hearts' unable to speak,
Though their emotions burst out,
Like black paint getting thrown on white walls.

Then they call out to us "Color Blind".
Cool, challenging, optimistic thoughts,
Unable to defend the bruised eyes and the fearful fingers,
That brush gently along the rough edges of its challenge,
Success to the forgotten soul,
Rings like a loud echo following a vacant darkness.

Indeed the delight of brokenness,
Is treasured and stored in the back of the mind,
Calling out to its very best friend, “Hopelessness”.
Heart still unable to speak out loud,
Almost unable to move.

Then suction takes place.
The impurities begin to dance and mingle,
With those major veins in the heart,
And the bruised eyes,
Finally express the bed of painful roses.

Every gulp that is take,
Feels like rusty iron filled with ******,
Sliding down our windpipes,
That feels like its directly to the heart.
A blizzard that we could never see our way out of,
Until it passes over.

© Robyn G Neymour

The cool air sweeps lightly against his chest,
I can feel his fingerprints,
Brushing gently against my face.
I take an undeniable gasp of breathe.
The stars and the moon is our only light.
The trees, the sand, and the ocean,
Are the only guardians of our secret this midnight.
Passion is the extremist determined to find love,
Only to be my weakness I ask him for more.
His masculinity is perfect but it’s more than just that,
His personality unique it takes me away,
I’m not obsessed but he drives me crazy.
Don’t even know why, cause he’s not my baby.
But this, what I’m feeling is not normal to me,
This time it’s midnight, and I’m feeling free.

Lustful eyes, Death rolling grip,
Shatters my soul, With an enticing Kiss.
With every ******, Desiring pleasure,
I lose my sense of passion.
There’s only engraving marks on your skin,
To remember my touch.
Your arms would be considered tattoos new fashion.
Memorable sites, I begin to forget as you get deeper in.

You poured red wine slowly into its glass,
With every drip I thought nothing else would last.
Senseless creativity longing to be taught,
Transformed me into something what was once just a thought.
Finally it tipped over, and the screaming began,
Screams of pleasure, and pain all in a trance.
The beauty of the feeling is now taught to strangers to it.

Wine began to spread on the carpet,
For they perfectly intertwine with each other.
Nothing out of place, you hold me in your arms.
Gracefully you began again, this time not so patiently.
Three days later we both wanted to relive the past,
And at last the pain and pleasure began again.
Not reliving the moment again but creating a future opportunity,
The very knowledge of having our first child.

©

Fresh air creeps into the room “Voices”.
It’s the dawn of a new day the “Old Man” arises.
Quiet, wrecked, wounded, one may think of him.
His shadow the only peace that really lies within.

One may think he lost it,
His smile wouldn’t show you the pain of that.
That which cause the “Old Man” to flip,
Not the “Voices” though it helps him not to trip.

The tone of each “Key” speaks to his soul
Sooths his horrors that he’s never told.
The man portrays integrity, but he shows neglect.
Have you ever seen an old man that forgets yet?

He’s never forgotten his past though,
Just the present that goes by extremely slow.
To the world he may be perfect,
But to  them he doesn’t show.

The white keys his melody,
The black he strikes for harmony.
To hear the voices that hears his cry,
To those voices he never lies.

He release the pain when the “Voices” speak
To them he retreats,
Mentally, physically, emotionally,
The old man is weak.

His communication distorted by the name he gave himself.
“The Black and White Keys” he uses to cry out for help.
People seem to listen, but them he confuses,
Because the help he abuses.

People don’t seem to please the “Old Man”
Not even a helping hand.
The only thing he turns to at the end of the day,
Are those Black and white Keys  “Voices”.

©

I’m tired of these **** prescription bottles.
Where the hell are you?
Profanity at the tip of my lips
I need another way.
Tired of seeing these doctors,
When they don’t know what the hell to say.
Where the hell is the ambulance,
Yes, again I’m on my way.
To the hospital that brings darkness anyway.
Why aren’t they here?
Frustration in my heart,
Blood in my mind,
Confusion is all about,
Anger raging time.
It’s about time they got here.
The hell they put me through.
Putting me on this machine,
They act as if this is something new,
Though the driver is tired of seeing me.
Love doesn’t have no time to heal my wounded soul,
Time has its own limit till it reaches its goal.
Curiosity at its peak,
The same doctor again!!!
About to give the same prescription,
What a trend.
He gives me a kiss, then winks me an eye,
And the secret love affair starts all over,
Now my heart is filled with pride.
This is why my prescription never last,
I throw away the bottle,
So that I can get the same doctor,
And be with him at last.

©

Bright lights, Centre stage,
White rose, Blank page.
Addicted to the aura,
Infected by the venom,
Not locked in Pandora’s Box,
But I’m in my own personal plenum.
Could feel the pressure,
Yet I’m enjoying my high,
The pain doesn’t lessen,
But I’m willing to fight.
So caught up I fell,
Leaving me unconscious.
Woke up oblivious only to realise,
I was already in my subconscious.
Don’t mind going back,
I’m already a dreamer.
But I don’t mind making my dream a reality,
Only to be with you.
Bright lights, centre stage,
White rose, blank page.

Hold me close,
That I can feel the darkest part of you soul
Tell my lust is no longer opposed,
And my heart feels whole,
To your unfailing love.
I despise you,
Your grip is to eloquent,
Your fingers are askew,
Your body’s prevalence,
Now everything’s anew.
Everyone is after you,
It’s only few that you choose.
Why me again your time is overdue.
My heart clutches though I’m confuse,
I’m tired of an indirect abuse please self remove.
So caught up I lose control.
Or is it you that’s in control of me?
Leave me breathless is that your goal?
Tears run down my eyes so you let me be.
Hold me again please or I shall not speak.

©

Arrange me then,
Sense you’ve created me.
I beg tell me who I am.

Describe to me my insecurities.
Explain my flaws.
Explain my shallow but bleeding heart.

I cry out in the woods,
A fox that is wounded with a blade,
And you call me clever.

Shatter me I plead,
Ignore my rights,
My potential to speak.

Take away my everlasting features.
Take away my personality,
Take away my thoughtless mind.

©

Not really that insane,
But I'm keeping my sanity.
Moving with the capability,
Of superman on steroids.
Yes that is really me.

Smile oh while,
Yes i gave my face a rest.
Now who will be the one I'm arresting?
Surely not the one i love the best.
Maybe I should put fear to the test.

Capable of doing the incapable thats me.
I unleashed the ravaged beast that lyed within me.
I can't contain it nor hold it back.
This is just a short story of how I,
Finally got off the rack.

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