True love is blind, though it waits before your eyes on the outside you only see a disguise from the moment you need the attraction starts but true love is found in your soul and spirit infinitely sent from above trust your soul and feelings to sense true love not seen nor heard and often unrecognized do not insist on seeing it with your eyes. Looking into your eyes to see if I tell that love is  combined  together and not separate.

We went from
sipping scalding coffee
in the front seats of
your car
to not even muttering
a bitter “hello”
in the supermarket.

I can’t explain what you mean
to me within twenty-six letters
of the alphabet. You were a
“big deal”. We were delusional
and blinded,
but that doesn’t mean
I put you in past tense

Lonely in a crowded room.
Happy in a depressed spirit.
Agile in a tense mind.
Tall in a timid personality.
Exhaustion.
Malnourishment.
Sadness.

The lonely one moves through the crowded streets. His feet pushing down and down, creating forward movement. The brisk air welcomes him. And a single tear begins to form in his left eye. One tear, which has a life of its own, leaves his eye freely. It runs down his cheek but stays with him as if to comfort him.

And the wind cries for the one who can not.

I don't feel
Your touch
Anymore.

Or hear you
Calling my name.
I love you (past tense)

I don't taste
You on my
Tongue

Or smell your
Sweet, sweet
Scent.

Because
I love you
(Past tense)

I don't see
You in my
Dreams

Or think of
You that often
Anymore

Because
I love you
(Past tense)

But sometimes
At night
I lie awake

And I feel
Your touch
On my skin

I hear
Your voice
Calling me.

I taste
You on
My tongue

I catch
A whiff of
Your scent

I think
Of you.
Just you.

And hope
I'll dream
Of you again.

Because I
Don't love you
Past tense

Still,
I love you.
(Present tense)

It’s hard to move forward in life
When Past still has its razors lodged in your flesh.
It’s hard to look to the past for help
When Future’s clouding your vision.
It’s hard to live in the present
When Past and Future are using your mind
As a rope in a game of Tug-of-War.

Dreadlock Rasta;
No like informa,
No like imposta,
**** smoke; burning da trees
Mango scented leaves,
Burnt grapefruit scented breeze.
Wolly mammoth size locks,
Steal wool, *****, tied in a knot,
Jamaican colors wrap tie; sitting on top.
I and I, believe it or not.
No woman no cry,
No problem;
Him cool as a rock.
Charles Dickens by his side,
Studying stanzas, deciphering plots.
Prayer's meeting;
meditation- never stop.
Water’s blue waves,
Fresh fish after 12’o clock.
Under the bridge, find my spot.
By his sweet Sugarcane from,
Miss Parker Sugarcane shop
Burning a spliff, because the ****
is his only green; pastures plot.
Mary Jane, his only queen be,
Never leaving he; love him or not.