suga

my life with you

takes me on such sweet highs

and at night when i lay to sleep

i sigh such sweet sighs

of dreams and fantasies

and imaginary hope

your clouds are the soft smooth

pillows, on which i float

you inspire me...

to write for endless days

to break down this barrier

that has kept me caged

like a bird's broken feather

falling to the floor

the freedom to be

what i wasn't before

why me? why us? why not

anyone else?

i often question this feeling

i know i shouldn't, but i can't help

help! i often cried 

when our vision wasn't quite clear

i've been waiting for a while now

for you to take me there

to that place as i said

that moves my fancy feet 

only planned on dipping my toes

but now i'm in, skin deep

ooooooh, so sweet

with those lips like suga...

send shivers down my spine

i feel so good inside my bones

don't break this heart of mine

cause

my life with you is all i need.

now go on brotha...plant that seed

of longevity.

threads..(the New York edition)

i miss new york

i miss taking the train to work

i miss my independence.

i miss motivation

i miss dedication

i miss my self-confidence.

i miss morning bagels

i miss rush hour traffic

i miss fall colours.

i miss paying my way

i miss laughing all the way to the bank

i miss broadway plays.

i miss gran gran's split peas and oxtails

i miss my granddaddy and his baseball games. go Yankees!

i miss sundays.

i miss treasury

i miss 3rd and 41st manhattan

i miss fruit cups from the cafe.

i miss April, Camesha, Jan and Fay

i miss movie premiers

i miss those village fairs

i miss poetry night on astor place.

i miss long distance conversation

i miss short trips and anticipation

i miss that heart music.

i miss those blistering summers

i miss those hypothermic winters

the cool breeze of spring

the weather was my mood ring.

i miss new york

i miss that free feeling

i miss everything...

i miss everything.

static

she's tall for her age

no more than two dozen plus four

silently slithers slowly to the stage

watch your step! remember first impressions

caressing that mic like it's Oscar night's speech 

speak. images, Apollo's show-time in her mind space

nervousness, anxiety, hello panic attack, the pressure

should she? lights dimming, she commands the air's attention

at last. silence. takes her four quick breaths five seconds to begin

there she's trying to think whether they can see her hesitation, her 

self doubt.  tells herself "go on sister girl, it's your show, your time..rhyme"

spew beats the Beatnuts would wanna wreck, better yet rhyme harder, stronger

heartbeat louder than the bass guitar playing in the back you'd think it was a heart solo

finally, fear's facade fades, this Goddess let's her tongue speak her truth that has been tied

her words, her thoughts, her feelings, her core, her fears, her pains, her loves, lovers, her joys

she talked the talk to back up that walk that led her on that stage in the first place 

she engages, she enrages, paints pictures so her message can be relayed later to others

she dangerously dances with themes that they can relate to,  can feel so this ex-

perience is also so real to them, she shoots them with her agony's aim, bang!

she electrifies their energies with her passion, damn! they shout out 

say it again.  she's getting high off their synergy and wants to stay

wants to absorb as much of the atmosphere as she can

wants to get inspiration and go again right there

ye, second round usually lasts longer, stronger

she's a stronger woman five minutes later

since those words left her lip's lisp

guess her height knew her secret.

(started 06/16/08 finished just now)

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)