Naked kiss

In some ways, the fruit for the wild in Toronto is much different than the fruit for the wild in Trinidad.

Postcard

There won't be many new posts over the next few weeks, as I am in the process of moving from the Island of Trinidad back to Toronto which is where I have spent most of my life. I was born in Trinidad and moved back about five years ago. Blacqbook emerged in Trinidad, which is where the Sun (my ruler) is in control. Thanks to all the visitors and to those who left comments. Please enjoy past posts in the interim. Time does fly.

River talk

There is a whole lot of talking going on down by the river, yet the silence remains.

For you 2

I really do talk to them - and they listen. I don't try to control them, we have an understanding.

Alien offering

Aliens adore little red flowers. Be prepared.

Unwrapped & exposed

a negative + a negative = something <

Caged smile

I captured a smile. A precious moment.

One dance

scream, cry
cry
scream
babies, babies
can't try to scream
crying is easy
screaming babies
many are screaming
cause crying comes
too easy
to babies
to all the big babies
try screaming
come crying
leave screaming
born screaming
some are dying
more crying
leading to
jazz
dancing

Mimilesmile

This subject was found close to the river in a wooded area. Then the race was on to get home and have the immortalizing process begin. Sound good - actually many days passed by before this shot took place, which makes sense given the subject's (when there is something inside the shell moving it) perceived slow nature.

My racewalker

two
eight
eight
seven
Ivanova
I want to wed
a little blonde racewalker
a tight little package
must gain
must win
miles of determination
snug little shorts for your daily tasks
up the aisle, to the ceremony
down the aisle
out the doors
onto the track
your hair
suits
your stride
suspension
serve
Olimpiada

Some believe

There is absolutely no reason to believe that this photo was designed with the fetishist in mind.

The world around me...

...consists mostly of water. Yet there are so many people out there, afraid to get wet.

I see no color

There is no blue sky today. It's raining and gray. With the rain, comes the promise of great colors that it brings.

Beauty

if you must know
your beauty
often brings me to tears
in the daylight when the sun shines
bright, at night when I see forever
life calls while drifting by
the still moments
captured and glowing
brand new in my eyes
true and forever
renewed with the breeze
by everywhere seeds
in from the ocean
a simple notion of
waking to discover
the passion
for your beauty

Chief

If somehow this photo was a movie, it wouldn't be named "Chief." It's title would be "The head leaf, its mate and others on a very sunny and somewhat breezy day, not far from civilization." Just a thought. How on earth can you name a photo that? I kept the word "spider" out of the title (even though I'm sure there are one or two lurking about on these leaves) because I know how scary they are to some people.

Lucky7

This spider is lucky to still have seven of eight digits remaining. I am lucky that I have this photo (taken February 16, 2005) - I found this spider due to the fact that nature called while I was on my way out of the forest, while taking care of business, I noticed movement amongst the leaves on the ground that wasn't caused by my stream. I stirred up things for this creature as it was probably trying to sleep. Anyway, I was able to get a few shots afterward and was on my way. To drag the story on further - leading up to this event, I went back and forth (in my head) whether I could make it home or which section of bushes was the perfect spot for me to find relief. I eventually for no reason darted off into the bushes at a certain point even though I was almost certain that I could make it home. This was the first and only time (so far) that I have come across this type of spider. Two days ago I was back in the same forest and I'm now paying the price with a healthy amount of insect bites. I did get some good photos out of the venture though. In my opinion there is really no such thing as luck - good or bad, only taking advantage of presented opportunities while allowing oneself to be led.

Trip to Paris

I have never been to Paris before. I am not in Paris now,
nor am I planning a trip to Paris. Someday, hopefully.

Your latest disguise

It's beautiful to see through your eyes
I see the evolution of your latest disguise
I see you in Paris
I see you in Venice, in Rome
In the Caribbean
you call there your home
I see you dressed up
I see you with nothing on
you're floating on water so blue
I see you as all things, but true

Left out

Ever wonder or worry about why you're not part of the crowd? Well if you do, maybe as part of the master plan, you are one of the few chosen to be a leader. In life, (as of now) there are many followers but few leaders. Leaders see the path and can create change. Sometimes that "left out" feeling means that we are called on to show the way and possibly help right the direction of our planet. Having a conscience also goes a long way. Regarding the photo - my guess is that the buds will follow the flower that now seems alone.

Cheap checkout

In line at the grocery store checkout, waiting for the person ahead of me to come up with enough money to pay for their groceries. Patient, I was. Then I noticed, off to the left into a dimly lit section of the grocery, a little lady in red up against the wall. I had been graciously given enough time to encounter this beauty and to take some photos before the checkout was ready for me – apparently she was left over from a father's day display.

Sell church

Church can mean different things to different people. There are many people selling church in many different ways, in fact some people are selling church in one way on Sunday and in another way on Monday.

We rule

Perspective is everything....and nothing.

I'm a butterfly

I am what I appear to be.

Bluebird

blue chases yellow
out of the tree
bluebird bluebird
sing for me
bluebird bluebird
why no song?
bluebird bluebird
been so long
blue was orange
middle of the day
bluebird bluebird
what do you say?
bluebird bluebird
aren't you glad
bluebird bluebird
why so sad?
blue wasn't blue
when I came along
bluebird bluebird
where have you gone?

Waterfalls right

We are getting a bit of rain in Trinidad today. This photo was recently taken at the Maracas waterfall (no rain) - the water was falling harder than the rain could possibly fall. The rain affects everyone differently. It gets some people really wet. There is also a cleansing factor. I love the rain.

Straight up sideways

Which way are you headed? And...why the mask?

Exist

It's simple.

Curried cat

curried cat
dogs, feet in the air, take a last breath
train me
monkey
brains set to swing up from
the vines
lay my head down between
your humps, rough ride
for later you may want to train the elephants
galloping, riding
bareback, backwards
eating anything but hungering for fish
cats the colour of the sun
a crimson glowing
purr
don't plunge your horns into me
I turn my back on you
but I'm not running
cause
I am still king

Red flagged

It's not so hard to spot a red flag, even in the midst of numerous distractions. Yet sometimes, for whatever reason, we choose not to see.

Points to love

Lead us in the direction towards a more peaceful existence.

Webhaven

Here we are, only for a moment.

Bang bang your head

bang bang your head
what it must be like
to like nothing
like nobody likes me
I know it's all of great importance
like what's close and free
bang bang this thread
come and look see
that never really existed, didn't to me
left only ruins of what never was
but how could you just be
just because
I need you to see, for myself
it's always about me
the imaginable for the taking
the waiting for giving
forgiving but faking
bang bang so red
maybe this maybe that
just maybe you're crazy
claim you're now so deep into peace
a childhood so hazy
not enough skinned knees
the protector was working
is what was believed
inviting the devil to do as he pleased
knowledge comes by falling, not
being propped on the lap of disease
bang bang you're fed
the days go on
more sadly than quickly
with eyes stitched so neatly
and face looking sickly, you see
to those that follow, I can tell it this way
my heart was wide open and I let in a stray
the rewards of time go to those who use it
I must take this road, experience
makes it easier to choose it
the beat has stopped, the music ended
life has speeded my head can be mended
later, it's much later than we think
the world around us continues to sink
again the sun rises, it's a new day
bang bang
go away

Dark protector

The dark protector has the enormous task of watching over and
caring for what the naked eye can't see or chooses to ignore.

I don't shock easy

In life there's nothing that truly shocks me. Maybe this has nothing much to do with life but today Adobe bought Macromedia. I guess the news just caught me a little bit off guard. Needless to say, I was wide awake when I first read it but could hardly believe my eyes. What does all this mean? Who knows, maybe there's a possibility of foes coming together in the real world. After all, with great software we can create any world imagined.

Photography dreams

photography dreams, photography dreams
I'm having photography dreams
the rain is shooting down
huge frogs, three in all
big and green, call one gigantic
one is just plain tall
standing on benches, we're all on two legs
seems a little high and close to the edge
I'm stepping back
my coat is drenched in red
from berries stirred in a big pot
of iron and black
laughing animals, first one
on a surface of wet stone
curled up in laughter, then two
not from a zoo
but from the wild in outback zone
seems fitting, could be
finally looking down
someone small tugging at me
the circus has arrived
I want to get this photo
more little people coming closer I see
then comes the shout
if you want to take pictures, take them now
I forget the flash for I snap in a hurry
in order to compose
I find somewhere to rest and bypass the flurry
ushering me from my seat
some circus members must be off their feet
I do have this photo of an insect with great hair
I notice a large lifeless moth, as I make my way clear
from the area, the journey continues
to a circus like ride, seems so hot and so fast
screaming boys dive in alongside plump chickens while they cluck
making their way through a maze like contraption, for cooking
maybe used to pluck, zipping right then left
with no chance of getting stuck
another parallel scene has come into being
a child wants his picture taken for a younger me
activity is all encircling, confusion sets in
another small child diverts all attention away
from the main event of someone fleeing
the chase is on, stop thief
the race across the subway tracks
shouting officer, officer give up an ear
there he goes, right over there
he grabbed my camera bag
it all happened so fast and like it began
the race has become the past
I run him down, no place to turn
for him there's nowhere to run
for me I see wide open fields
as I still have my photography dreams

I free thee

you freed me
I free thee

Sun watcher

for as long as the sun rises and sets
every day is Earth Day

Midnight pearl

around midnight
with an open ear
and open mind
we glimpse
the unveiling
of a jewel

Outside the gates

once the soul is taken
there is nothing to do but wait
outside the gates
of a place far from heaven
for that monumental day
when we are welcomed
in our own special way

Hitler rests

Hitler rests up above
with the clouds up high in the sky
seen when the light shines through his good side
some distance from the moon
with a fire breathing dragon overhead
hovering, making certain that the top of his head
is always lit
aflame and cozy
he has no body
his eyes are closed
he is at peace

Skim sun

Need to put out a fire? Need a place to hide yourself or your plans?
Try the beach. Lots of water, lots of sand.

Fire Fire, in...

Port of Spain, the capital city of Trinidad & Tobago had a major fire yesterday, destroying businesses and causing millions of dollars in damage. Well actually it was a small fire that spread over the course of the day and became unmanageable, because the fire department couldn't find enough water to put it out. This from a country that wishes to "acquire First World status" by the year 2020. Trinidad's Vision 2020 plan to become a first world nation is hopeful but doubtful. Fire Service officials stated that the fire could have been contained earlier if the fire hydrants in the area contained water. What exactly did these hydrants contain? My guess would be either whipped cream or rum. Knowing Trinidad, had there been enough water, there would have been another reason why the fire burned out of control. Well just to let the people in charge know—there's a lot of water in the ocean accessible via any beach which is where the Vision 2020 plan should lie buried in the sand.

My wings

Today I feel like a dragonfly – just not this particular one.

Banana beauty

This photo represents bananas in all their glory while still on the tree.
At this very moment I have three bananas in the fridge getting soft. I'll probably eat one later but what about the other two. When am I going to get to those, or will I get to eat them? Maybe someone will want soft cold bananas. I am certain that some of you have more important things to think about and tougher decisions to make at this very moment. Possibly not. If only there was a recipe out there for some kind of bread made with these quickly ripening bananas. Oh well.

The clown actions

from rich to poor
like thunder in my mind
you say you want me
constructing dwellings
just outside
I know its true
no more jamaican music
please
you’re not down
deeper in the earth
drag up another t.v. show
I rank you rank
another cliche that I hate
not worth mentioning
till the end of time
looking forward to it?
I am still being bombarded by it
don’t let that one particular second go by
without rambling
I might be tuning in and out to the noise
your building thee
up and falling, down and rising
like the sweaterless sheep
she is swinging to keep him happy
tender meat pancakes
the birdman does play a good game
it’s all about
letting me construct your memories
pellet guns and birds don’t mix
I am not familiar with predators
nor the language they speak
the power not the blood
a choice bullet
often shielding the extreme
is the only way

See red

We must learn to turn away before we start seeing scarier colors.

You gave me rain

you gave me rain, I brought you flowers
you brought me pain, for hours and hours
you boxed me in, I gave you freedom
constructed great monsters, I know that you see them
you let out your fears, I tried madly to calm you
projected on me, I harbored a distant view
you constantly bashed me, I offered protection
you knew how to dress it, stamped in the wrong direction
you brought in new meanings, I came with the same
your world is of lies, I showed you truth's name
you said that you loved me, I honestly cared
your actions were wanting, as I became layered
for time is fleeting, the game had to end
you showed me no mercy, and it started again

Gold to grayz

justa jester

Sea guardian

In life, there is always something new and unexpected coming into the picture. The meaning may not be immediately apparent, however in time it's purpose will be made clear by the revealing light.

Vapor

days somewhere in the past
dreams made
dreams bought
a record made
somewhere in the past
the guardian long
gone from his post
take up a future
post
no bills, only pads
lily pads and pods
I'm musical
I say I live in lyrics
with much ease
they come and leave
I'm writing now
this moment is not
vapor

Figleaf

He sees all as he rises up tall.

Store more

As a follow-up to my March 6th entry, I am delivering this news. Seagate won out over Lacie this round. My storage needs have been met for the next 6 months or so. I now have a 400Gb external firewire/usb2 hard drive. Many more photos to come. I can breathe again.

Big surf big fish

Good Day. When asked, she said 'all I want to do is surf.'

Leggo my...

Unaware of what the future holds, a nervous egg is delivered to the egg painting warehouse in the middle of the night—just days before Easter.

Routes

No matter which path we choose, the probability of most
of us ending up in a similar place is highly likely.

Drawings on the wall

I came in with nothing
wanna leave with nothing
wanna leave something
no big wish, no to do list
just gotta gotta do it
leave something
could even be a scrawl
don't want nothing
I'll give you something
that takes you to your past
to when there was nothing
everything, was nothing you could take
they wanted to leave with nothing
leave us something
like drawings on the wall
give us bone give us wisdom
leave us nothing but the earth
I came in with nothing
wanna leave with nothing
wanna leave something
more than just words
some inspiration for the masses
so they want to leave with nothing
not trying to make sense of it all
don't want nothing
I'll give you something
in some deep dark cave
when I leave with nothing
like drawings on the wall

Overhead

He's Back! The one and only motion blur Superhero. I do believe it's Overhead.

Every star

if I was the star
I would go from Village to Village
listening for the sweet music
in the stillness of the sky
the tree would be my source of drink
dialogue would flow on down from the vine
reaching across this vast earth
I would unashamedly dance through nature
reflecting all of the world
not the bad, nor the good
I would savour the night
from high over the greatest mountains
transporting dreams to the dreamers
I would be courageous
I would run to you

Heartscream

If there must be screaming then let it be like
there's no tomorrow.

Robert Blake—Didn't he do the crime?

Well the jury didn't think so and acquitted actor Robert Blake who seemingly had his melon overheat one too many times on the night his wife was murdered. Where's Tom Snyder when you really need him? One last in depth interview could be the only telling factor for me—did he or didn't he kill his wife? I am a fan of the man who seems to be an outsider and whenever I caught him on the tube revealing himself (especially on with Tom) it was not only entertainment but also real. I am certain that he has no use for much of society's daily norms or for certain people who try to tell him what to do or how to live. Now, why a man who by all measures seem to thrive on freedom, threaten this by shooting someone, is beyond me—especially after dinner. The man was almost 70 years old at the time and I (much younger) know that after dinner, I like to relax—if there is pasta involved I might even be a little bit drowsy. I am sure that most of you would also agree that if you wanted to blow someone away you might think of a better place to do it than in your own car and right after everyone saw you in a public place with the future victim. But then again, women can make you do a lot of crazy things, especially on a full stomach—and then later on, have you thinking about going to confession. So Blake is out and about. Tom, where are you? Of course you're on the net—and I know that you think Blake should be doing the time for what you think him capable of doing. Your reasoning is that you saw his anger up close. He's an actor for goodness sake. Remember this, most people are angry, for they get up in the morning and for the next ten hours or so, do things they really have no interest in doing. Many of them then go home to their wives and do it all over again the next day. Men killing their wives is big news especially if you're a celebrity and this happens way too often, but shouldn't it be happening more if anger is such a motivator. Simply because you're an angry individual doesn't make you capable of murder. Nobody saw him do it and there is no real evidence. I say leave it to God. Scott Peterson, I hear you—you guilty son of a bitch. Kidding.

Point

Lost in Translation - The Poem

Lost in translation
headed straight for hell
they say it's the journey
you couldn't tell
a short one
did end before ten
with no time to scat
could barely lay still
fork on the path
distrust of men, no will or commitment
small things like that
making a delivery
forget when and where
won't ask for direction
not lost, will make it there
don't tap on my window
only opens part way
don't knock on my door
long shut still today
no need for a guide
for this path I must glide
turn wrong or right
I won't see the signs
ignore them I will
for all that they say is
this way to hell
I like it that way
no symbols in my face
then claim that I saw them
say it was God's grace
learned how to store 'em
night travel suits me
taking leave of the day
auto pilot locks in
I'm making headway
feels like I'm up high
it's on with the journey
I'm flying the sky
everything is before me
the night's not for dying
I've tried sleeping all day
no scarring, not crying
no signs, still finding my way
making a delivery
forget when and where
won't ask for direction
I'll make it there

Reach

Sometimes it helps if you do a little bit more to bring
your desires within reach.

Cross me

Birthday memories

It was my brother's birthday yesterday. He's in Toronto and I'm here in Trinidad—for now. I emailed him good wishes and a birthday card. Physical cards are nice but after a while they end up in a box stored away collecting bugs and dust, unless of course you end up trashing them all because your card collection (which includes Christmas and every other holiday/occasion) has outgrown your living quarters. Years ago a friend of mine told me that she was throwing out all her cards—I thought then that I could never do that. What about all the memories? I still haven't thrown out my greeting card collection, but even though the box that houses it is rather small, I am giving it serious thought—it's not like I can take the cards with me when I leave this planet. I figure I can spread them out on the floor and take a single memorable photo to replace that box full of memories. It's not just the cards, I don't want any gifts—I am downsizing by removing all the clutter from my life and have been for the past few years. So you see it's not that I have anything against those special paper cards—I want to get rid of it all and that includes many other boxes of physical memories.

My brother mentioned that he was going to spend a quiet birthday. Good for him! Simple and peaceful. My most memorable birthday happened many years ago. There was no crazy party or if there was I don't remember. This memory was crafted by a friend who took the time to sing Happy Birthday to me in the form of a message on my answering machine. I remember getting home and checking my answering machine for messages and there it was—in all it's sensuality. This was in the style of the version that Marilyn Monroe sang to JFK back in 1962. It was better than the original and I can still hear it today—regardless of who's celebrating a birthday. I have the tape stored away in a box. The memory will never leave me, even if one day the tape does.

Frogi

I see clearly now.

This time around

it’s come around again
much like it had before
many many moons ago
I experienced for the first time
loved for the first time
learned in a different way
searched all over
seems so long ago
I wish now was then
to gracefully accept
didn’t realize how blessed I was
masked the offerings, tempted fate
often numbed myself
so many offerings
many more than you two
you are in my life
cherished, adored not admittedly
I believed you
loved you for many years
are you afraid of growing old?
I want to meet you
little old me
open me up
this time around
all the blessings
each day I must give thanks
you are compelling
smiling up and down
all around I see the smiles
I feel it all, let me feel it all

If a shadow falls...

I have been taking a lot of photos lately and need to get an external hard drive to keep up with my storage needs—400Gig should be enough for now. Seagate or Lacie? Hmmm.

Stop Time

the red eye distrusts you
blinks not once, missed its cue
allows you time to craft the truth
I predict the rain
to keep things dim
to keep the stillness, hush
sleep birds sleep
ten minutes pass, if that’s your wish
out you step holding on to a kiss
quickly leaving the night
swiftly moving through the rain
back to the nest, rain ruffled feathers
I am singing from within
the truth in the melody
came before the haste
moments before the red eye sighed

Buried

From I to thighs – this too did pass

This was written a long time ago. I am posting it today because in life it sometimes takes years (in this case from the 1990's until March 1, 2005) for certain things to pass.


From I to thighs

I own you
yes I do
I own your mind
I own your spirit
I own your wallet
eat me you bitch
I own him
dominatrix is a foreign word
to Me, hmmm
Me want trip, Me want clothes
Me want smaller thighs,
the high of someone gnawing on my
goodies, I'M going to have a muffin

At one

Daydreaming

Quietly seated
daydreaming
about life
about you
please stay

Time to leave

And at that moment, part of him welcomed the wait. He waited and waited—for her to call, for her approval, for her to control all his senses. The evening had almost arrived, he sat and he worked on another chapter of his life, what could be the final chapter. He had followed the path, at least the one he thought to be his, until one day he decided that he had given in to what the noise was commandeering him to do. The noise had brought him far, delivered him to the door of the weak, the greedy, the always wanting. He now knew how to say no, no more of the bombardment, no more of the watching. He was the watcher and he knew how to make the watched feel powerful, like they were the ones peering. The power was indeed good, and if controlled, benefited the enlightened. Knowledge breeds power and that is part of nature and our spirit is powered by nature. I can give you the energy necessary to rise up every day and say; “I do love.” The gift is now yours if you want it. It is not to be analyzed, nor is it to be coveted. The gift is here to be shared. From me to you. From you to them. It's been like this for decades. The time passes and it does not change. But the faces—the faces do evolve then they come around again. I say quiet is the key. It is so attainable, just sit and listen. A good listener has to be cherished even if you want to share nothing with them. But do see them listen in effortless ways. To find a way inside, you stay still, and through words, you feel. My eyes say that I am inside. You put me there; you need me there. With the surrounding world, you decide that you don’t want me there. Step outside for a moment, and see that what we want and what we need sometimes meet in battle. A winner will never rise up because some things are continuous. The circle of life. Can it end? The questions never stop. I know the answers even though I should not. They come to me often, sometimes I forget, but ignore I will no more. Accepting, can be more than what we have studied for. Endless work, yes but it is part of breathing, no more taxing. We've all grieved, in a way, let it soak in. I speak not for everyone. For some the weaving and winding will always take place. The permanent cannot be scorned, for many want to remain. Though not at all possible to me when I merely glance. Look, I see the music and understand that it is forever.
She called out to him. Of course he remembered her; she was the one that set it in motion. He wouldn't have thought that she would make it seem like she never left and that she remained a part of his life. His confidence, born out of his emotional journey with this beautiful soul, never stopped growing. Please stay was written with great hope that she would see what he saw. Yes, their worlds were different but he dreamt it possible. His dreams are different today but his thoughts remain the same. So many years ago—it has come back to him. No words this time. Just back to waiting.

Skydriving

Trinidad for drivers

I am driving a route that I travel almost every day and in the space of fifteen minutes I encounter two separate vehicles coming at me, on two different (one way) streets—I know that I'm going the right way. What are the odds of this occurring, since it hasn't happened to me before? I say the odds are getting greater every day, after all this is Trinidad. The land of undoubtedly some of the most inconsiderate and uneducated drivers on the planet. I have no doubt, that at least one of these drivers was aware that they were on a "one way" street. The lack of law enforcement and the fact that you can buy a driver's licence for roughly US$50 are just a couple of things that sets this tiny little island apart from civilization.