electricity

i am waiting to be found by you

so 

seek me

i long to be adored by you

so

idolize me

i want to be your obsession  

so 

stalk me

i want you to be in my memories

so

haunt me

i don't care if i'm in your mouth

go ahead

swallow me 

i don't mind you being everywhere i am

so

follow me

i could fancy talking to you forever

try

getting to know me

i want you to be in my smiles

so

tickle me

i long to be wherever you are

so

let's juxtapose

and learn the ways of our hearts

beneath the surface

i suppose

i want you to come looking for me

please

i won't hide

come seek the magic

in the circus 

of these searching eyes...

that saw you.

Untitled.

A piece in my Native Barbadian (Bajan) Language about something that is truly hitting home (but i can't seem to think of the right title)

so i rush down dey tah see

wah de noise did all about 

cause dat one sophie

wun't stop lickin' she mout

she say dat one curly

put he hand in ruth face

an' did dragging an' lickin' bout she body

all ova de place

all i cud tink was

dis happening tah she again?

he rite if he kill she..

but then just den.

i had tah stop an' tink

well suppose dat was my girl child

i wudn't want nah man

beatin' bout my chile

wah does give dem de right

tah be de judge an' de jury

only a soft man is use he fists

an' lay hands pun a lady

we gotta start using we mout

to put a end tah dis domestic violence

now is de time tah ack

fore we voice get forever silence.

so i went an' help up poor ruth

an' threw my shoe at curly

if dey need a witness in court

ya best believe i gun be down dey bright an' early

it gotta start wid me

hopefully odders wud catch on..

DOMESTIC VIOLENCE IS A CRIME!

an' should be experienced by no one.

is tek a coward to use he hands

an' a strong man to walk way

i pray fah all my sisters, mothers an' friends

an' encourage wunna to join me wen i say....

ENOUGH!

(started 12-19-08 and evolved today)

word art.

i've got chocolate hands

thick brown lips

i'm a slouching black woman with no hips!

i got some thick hair

a lil backside

that summer flavor and Caribbean pride.

i can't sing a note

to save my life

but i know someday i'd make you a good wife.

and i love children

their snotty nose

and their ten fingers and ten toes.

the house don't matter

once the mortgage's paid

and the walls are sturdy and the foundation's well laid.

i've got that good love

and much more to give

these chocolate hands seem small but they're really big.

and they'll welcome you

after a long day

and hold you tightly, till those work blues go away.

ears that will listen

i've got a golden heart

that can open it's doors for you, if you want.

but i can't really cook 

though i bake well

i'd have the house bubbling with that sweet bread smell.

my family's a keeper

and i'll mesh into yours

till death do us part, from singular to ours.

did i mention

that i love animals?

i'd always dreamt of living on a farm with many mammals.

i've got some dreams

and visions so visionary

i'd like to share them someday, if you let me.

anything else

you may want to know

will reveal itself, as together we grow.

so let me know

if you like this package 

you can give me a call or send an email message.

p.s. - i come with no baggage.

(written 01-15-09)

it came to me in a dream

i present to you

crazy eyes 

with champagne pockets

and butterflies..

mary mary

tumbling hill

blue rainbows

and yellow pills..

falling down

but backwards

climbing up

afterwards...

ironic irony

sad good-byes

liquid dreams

and crystallize..

all the kings horses

and symmetry

lost in a maze

of melody..

and i to you

and crowded rooms

and witches east

and west brooms..

with champagne pockets

and butterflies

i present to you

crazy eyes...

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i used to be scared of the sunlight
the darkness held all of my deepest secrets..
..hid all of the things i didn't want to see
even from me...yes, that place void of light
made me feel safe.

looking back through old memories
makes me ponder where i am now
stuck in the twilight noon of a past
i hate to remember, a past filled with so much anger
i could SCREAM...

i used to be scared of the sunlight
scared that they too might see
i am really a nobody..and nobody ever sees me..
the way i am..i couldn't even see myself in the darkness
but i was comfortable with that.

what makes us who we are?
what drives us to stay, or go or get stuck?
what drives others' actions and
what are the answers?

i used to love the calmness of night time
the stillness of my bedroom where only i felt my tears
only i could quieten the wailing of my heart
where only i could comfort my discomfort
where i could breathe.

on a night like tonight
i feel like nothing's changed and it makes me feel sad at first
but then angry...why me? why not me? why at all?
i wanna stand so tall, so brave so mighty!
but i can't stand failing miserably.

i used to be so scared of the sun's glow
of everything being at the surface
of my imperfections being on display
still, i took a chance and i stepped out of the shadows
fearless...

i'd felt like i was on top of the world
felt like the sweetest chocolate high
but all my bravado has really showed me was
that the darkness was the last place where i was truly happy...
so...return there.

in my mind.

there is an eerie

silence that has

existed in this 

space since as

far back as i

can remember...

they're howling

winds and cold

winter chills

in the middle

of summer

in this room...

two warm bo-

dies have got-

ten used to

the monoto-

ny of walk-

ing past each

other in silence..

this room is

so dark in the

afternoon the 

silence of this

moment is tea-

ring apart my

outer skin...

i guess i'm not as hardcore as i believed

(damn! i've been deceived by my subconscious)

yet this weird

noiseless va-

cuum behind 

the door of 

that room is 

the only place

i feel like i

am not 

pretending...

(written a long time ago)