In Passing

In passing-
you walked on by without a word,
moved away so stealthily- swiftly moved and out of sight;
careening on your route.

I moved on by,
afraid to speak- for fear you’d laugh at me;
I thought I might break my flight;
and ask you words out loud,
Alas, I choked-
I turned away.

Silence just remains.

I Walk On Through

I walk on through the halls,
Of –
these places once unknown to me.

I reminisce about those who-
once upon a time I met
in the classroom corridors.

I stop and view the scenery
Of learning right in front of me.

I think about the memories-
that have shaped me.

I view the waves of students who unlike me are me.

When yesterday is gone today;
Tomorrow beckons nightfall,
This final moment here;
right now.

Memories take shape,
I think about these things again.

The late nights in the library,
or that time when,
and that boy who-

Time will fade,
and you won’t recall some names;
friendships change.

Look back-
Remember;
The halls that we once stepped through.

Underneath My Pale Skin

Underneath my pale skin-

below this white concealment
the spirit of;

African beats;
Taino blood;
European conquest-
this is the Caribbean echo of my being;

The blood which flows-

Exposing this-
American identity.

 My history;
I recall-
The darker skins that preceded me.

The caramel flesh my daughters possess; the tangled hair that sits on their head
a mixed tone of inclusion;
Identify my Afro-Caribbean-Indian-European mix.

Rhythmic drums,
pounding out the tears,
of the island’s sing-song melody.

Composed with time;
two worlds collide;
to produce the American in me.

In a Series of Events

In a series of events
I discovered something new.

Everything which was once tucked away
Has risen to the top.

An overflow-
emotions spewing over—lava
A volcano—the essence of all I am.

A catastrophic engagement
Lit up everything.

That which never existed,
Began to run askew.
Confusion arose in a passionate kiss.

Awakening my spirit,
Through the chaos, into the world
Creating its release.

The wall came tumbling down
In the instant, your lips met mine.

The moment you looked at me;
My world shifted,
My mind fled
Escaping reality.

Isolated

Anger festers deep within
Sorrow
Is your cage-

Holding on to you

All alone-
Pushing away those who draw near.

Pain remains;
Darkness grows.
You’re consuming it whole.

Damaging darkness prevails.

The harsh heated hatred takes hold.

Isolated feelings remain.

Battling the light that shines on through your night;

Smothering it to darkness-

A constant battle ensues.
Struggling to remain;
The light won’t prevail.

At odds with it all.

Alone in thought.

Drowning within.

Isolation remains.

Let’s Find a Place

Let us find a place

To be alone

Where we can hide away
From gazing eyes

A please where you can hug my curves
Touch my body
Spread my thighs
Taste my flesh
Feel our warmth
As you plunge inside

Let’s find a place to be alone

A Tired Writer

I lay in bed when sudden spurts of inspiration take form inside my mind.
Letters swirl around until they form a word.
Create a sentence.
Inspire a new form.

It’s dark
I open my eyes-
Exhausted
I repeat the thought over and over again….

Dammit, I’m tired.
I’m not getting up.
The light is too far.
The phone is across the room.
I close my eyes again-

And just like that the thought goes away….
Why do the best ideas come to me in bed?

Don’t Drive Off Track

Don’t drive off track.
Keep moving forward and never look back
Keep your eyes on the road;
In front of you
Never loose sight-
Keep moving forward-

Don’t drive off track
Don’t turn the wheel;
Hands at 10 and 2
Eyes affixed,
Stay on the road.
Who knows what you’ll find,
Straight ahead of you;

Don’t take a chance.
Look straight ahead-
Stay on your path

Don’t Drive off track