HIS STORY

Wrap the Coat of Arms around you, my children
When La Trinity grows cold
Lift your eyes to El Tucuche
When the waters of the plains
Threaten to deluge your very existence
Take the flambeau of my determination
As light to escape Diablo’s sinister plots for your soul
Play your Maracas aloud
To deafen the call of the cunning Douenne
Take sanctuary under the Flambouyant
From the fiendish fiery orb that will draw your essence
And weep not for me
For I share Gang Gang Sarah’s calabash now.

**Dedicated to the memory and nation-building contribution of first Prime Minister of Trinidad and Toago, Dr. Eric Eustace Williams, in honourof the country's 50th Anniversary of Independence..

© August 2012.

i write

when i can't shake the things i'd rather forget
i write
when things dreamed of have not materialised as yet
i write
when all the world is dark
and the embers of life bear no spark
i use as flint my ability to leave my mark
i write

when fiend and friend are hard to tell apart
i write
when love's liberating blow has left a tombstone on my heart
i write
when there's no bend ahead to turn
when my soul fails to laugh alone
when for peaces' pity I yearn
i write

when my dreams are drowned by fear
i write
when i would rather leave this sphere
i write
when dark and light begin to blend
when sorrow takes infinity as friend
to bring relentless torture to an end
i write.

Pendulum Shift

My manic phase is drawing nigh

The pendulum swing is set to high

I can do all things that the Great Ones do

Breathe new life, create worlds, and move mountains too

I step forth and all bow as my power unfurls

No fiend dares challenge the mace of might I hurl

The Olympian chamber beckons me return

From my long earthly, heroic, sojourn

Some might pity my ascent to this lofty place

Offer terrestrial wisdom as their saving grace

But nay, the one thing I’ll never seek to erase

Is my empowering, bittersweet, manic phase.

A Deserted Place

Everythin’ dryin’ up

De clouds is a straggle of dissected straw

Dodging an irate sun

De river bed crunchy with crustacean bone

And big, big Mango tree like little boy with rickets

The earth I used to squeeze through my fingers

It grainy like ground corn now

And backyard patches of tomatoes and chive and shadoc beni

Flakin’ and flyin’ into murderous heat

I look everywhere for ah droplet of hope

But it only have dunes of salt on people cheeks

And hearts that once beamed warm with care

Now like dead mangrove putrid with desiccated after life

Even my mind is devoid of steady thought

My grey matter gone the way of fertile land turned desert

This tsunami of aridness is overpowerin’ me

Engulfing me in Hades inferno

I think something good is about to happen.

The Half Of It...

Allow me sir your kind indulgence to herein dare
Ask of you a favour to meet a need most urgent, sorely dire
To ask your mind and heart and hand in offering me a lift
To some high place where my inner power might be loft
And unleashed, to rush forth, and with the force of geyser rise
Or as perfumed vapour, outshine the aroma of the rose

For bound to these mortal feet, all past and present things that I held dear
Having traversed terrain of trial, time, and aspirtions have turned dour
And Spirit's desire to soar is daily fraught
By achievement's foe; the tragedy of unfulfilled hopes - my unremitting freight
Give me audience, patience, I beg, and do not my supplication spurn
Instead, look deep within, see the bud which, by being seen alone will spawn

The greatness which lies dormant, brilliant, beautiful, waiting to breathe and live
To truly, wholly, embrace new life, learn, and rightly love
So, take forbearance and liberate my heart from ignorance's oppression dear sage
Gently, slowly, remove tyranny's shackles that hold my mind under siege
Then, see the promise of my becoming, ripen, and take delight that you did elate
My soul, so it could assume ts rightful place amongst the Universe's Spiritual elite.