If Jesus wore a suit

religion is a part of life
for some
for many close
to death and touching no one
reaching past the present
which is BC
what if Jesus wore a suit?
would he have been nailed to a cross?
gone up in a forest full of trees
would his followers have been less or more?
could sacrifice come to the man in a suit?
with BMW but still no shoes
still feeling the earth
ascending higher
for the memory of Jesus
is one of the street person
not a crier in the bunch
walking among the common people
leading to one truth
judging when being so close to being judged
prayer and worship
prop up the liars
for they are but a lie
they worship the suit
and walk their lonely streets
with a ready hot iron

A rat's life

It was not too long ago, that this was my life. Lately, some
dark and dangerous forces have been hard at work, trying
to take me back to the past.

To kiss you is to kill you

talking about
going down by the river
near the woods
why would I kill you?
when all I want is the sun
not to disappear
behind cold stone walls
looking for nature
among sweaty stinking
heavy breathing men
I want to share a big lush bed
with you, to kiss you
would be what I choose to do
the junk food will tear you
apart, close to your heart
to breathe, come
down by the lively river
where spirits dance
to the quiet flow into
lost time and hunger
reach over my peach
the clouds move to cover
before I would even think
why would I kiss you?
when all I want
is the sun

Little fishy

A little fallen mango somehow makes it into this scene.

This time

this time, I am around
for my rebirth, if you will
say what you say
do what you must do
it’s not me, but you
who chose
to be locked in thyself
caged in the outdoors
where the perfect sun
destroys your wanting soul
souls that have been feathered
for all ages, and that have done
much wrong
I’ve heard of the black heart
I’ve heard of the brave heart
the heart that beats
out of the temple
is spiritually seeking
all that is life
the force, the energy
to rise higher
closer to the believed truth
the spoken truth is not all

Take heart – It's Valentine's Day

I Love You

I'm thinking about love
unbelievable love
love without bounds
love rising out of dormancy
love that leads to your sky
you being the absolute leader
the quintessential lover
I feel love all around

i Tuned in

When I turned on my television on Sunday night, I thought – cool, a new iPod/iTunes TV spot, then I realized that it was only the Grammys.
When is Apple going to give us an iTunes Music Award Show? It could happen!

Open arms

A perfect soul

just sitting here trying to be creative
listening to macy gray
my thoughts wander over to you
then I start to cry
thank you for sharing your time
your music, your spirit
my appreciation, why not tell you?
no big production
it's just what happened
woke up crying
"mister control"
no immediate idea why
uncontrollable tears
my thoughts racing
what's going on?
later
holding my son, again I cry
then came the rain
a cleansing perhaps
maybe what I longed for
all these years
was to skim
a perfect soul

Alien in bed

Jealousy

what if, i recognize love?
what if, i understand love?
what if, i accept love?
lost in this new world, i do love
in dimensions, the need might be
for me to learn of love, to show love
to the new in the new world

My apologies for taking the sex out of cheesecake

let us be outside
the evening breeze met me in a telling way
a way meant for us
the path up through the mountains
guided by God
always chasing
the greater the battle
the more I love
land the butterfly on me
peace, come to me
love in the sky
on the beach
love in your eyes
always chasing
I hear their cries
from then to here
time flutters by

Carnival flame

Well, it's over for another year. Things did get a little hot for some during Carnival this year in Trinidad & Tobago. I witnessed and documented some colourful aspects of the celebration.

I discover

you appeared before me with mixed feelings
are you mostly bad or good?
it looked like you needed
something I understood
how did you know my desire?
the answer was immediate
the truth is
it came from deep inside
this place should be familiar
why, it was all so easy
everything just seemed to flow
obstacles were washed aside
talked over the sinful and the sweet
stranded when one might have chosen sleep
thought it was over just then
having only barely started
a sure sign to retreat
maybe no maybe misread
more time was needed
how could we have known?
a little wrong a lot right
expected nothing
you surprised me just then
more real than I imagined
I saw you for the very first time
a wonder emerges
asking with only a stare
again and again
wanting the answer I want
I can’t see at this moment
only too clearly
just needed to say
your scent adorned my clothes
it was from last night and it was delicious
at 3 o'clock in the morning, I inhaled you
and inhaled you and inhaled you
fighting with the truth and the circumstance
getting to know you is in itself one of the
most beautiful experiences
I have ever been allowed to truly surrender
giving myself over to you
do I belong to you?
I hear someone say no
slowly you begin to possess me
you surprised me still
not with the surprise but with the beauty
the art, the form
another wonder

All about love

Do you love me?
show me hate, anguish and torture
Do you love me?
show me the other side
the side I understand so well
teach me jealousy, weakness and selfishness
honour me with misery
Do you love me?
tell me lies
take away my passion
take away the pleasure
Do you love me?
cast me out, not once
but too many times to count
shine the harsh light on me
judge me and belittle me
Do you love me?
in the moment, don’t think of me
ignore me and use me
constrain me, stifle me
Do you love me?
drench me with negativity
view freedom as confinement
pigeonhole me
Do you love me?
call me the enemy
hide in the darkness and
blame me for the world’s unhappiness
Do you love me?
slaughter me and pray
for another to love

Valentine's Day is coming

I think I'll share a few poems up to and including that special day. How about one a day till then? I knew you'd love that idea. Here is the first one.


You go first

again, I sit in darkness
again, I have no fear
aside from the noise and the tears
aside from the blisters and the smog
an obvious gaping hole into which I cannot see
I can go all day if you promise not to notice
you are schizophrenic aren’t you?
I knew you were, I saw it early on
behind the dancing and the chatter
behind the shyness and the subtlety
it was exposed, like an open window in a strange room
waiting for me to take my first step towards
what do you see? what do I see?
leaping, was the other part of me
the spiritual self encountered something unworldly
it was dark but identifiable
something one senses with every sense
something we have all known for centuries
myself, I believe in womankind
as far as this has taken me away from the truth
I always, have believed

And then it hit me…

If you don't do anything, nothing gets done.

Top of Carnival

good morning
living on the top
of a small island
on top of carnival
the highest point
nothing to get you there
but boredom and rum
getting in shape for the climb
spending dollars
for the long trek
upward
let the children witness the climb
for they are to follow
the technique for the coming years
will remain the same
they must master the climb
year after year
to the top
where all sins can be released
burying the entire island

hangup

It's Carnival weekend in Trinidad & Tobago

Many people come from all over the globe to join in on the party that is known as Carnival. It's time to hide the kids and shut up the neighbours.

There are two things that Trinidadians definitely know how to do better than anybody else:
1) Jump Up!
2) Wave.

Nature, War and the Super Bowl - I'm pumped and ready to Ramble

Wars bring peace -- eventually, maybe not in our lifetime but it's inevitable, because nothing lasts forever. Humans will continue to evolve. The battle that continues in Iraq is playground stuff. It will be soon forgotten and the world will go back to talking about Laverne and Shirley reruns at the water cooler (I'm just guessing). Many people have some serious wars going on in their lives at all times. However some wars are not unlike the Super Bowl -- one Sunday, then it's over. On Super Bowl Sunday opposing players get pumped up for battle and the team with the heaviest artillery usually wins. Nothing is real, everything is synthetic. I was an NFL football fan once -- but no more. Where is the challenge in today's sports, when the players with the best drugs dominate, it's akin to inheriting $20 million dollars (as a young adult) then having to go out into the world to "make it on your own." Can this be much of a challenge? Once the players are on the field, I have no doubt that it's like an out of body experience where the drugs take over, add adrenaline to the mix and those sculpted masses of beings are pure hard hitting entertainment (sometimes referred to as a war). The wars going on in our world (including Iraq, as noted) though on a grander scale, are like little sideshows -- maybe not for many of the families involved, but like I said earlier, nothing lasts forever and as we are not merely physical beings this should be accepted as a natural path. The deadly Tsunami, now that's real, that's what nature is all about. It's awe inspiring. Does it really matter in the long run who wins the Super Bowl? It's only years after the game has ended, that it's full impact will be played out -- when the livers, kidneys and other internals start wearing out and the once heroic player sees the next wave. Something that is bigger than both himself and his pumped up past. I'm talking about a possibly unexpected and immediate passage from this life. (Right now there's a car driving by with a death announcement over bullhorns, complete with funeral location) This is a beautiful place to die. The next time you consider borrowing and plunking down US$3000 for a big ass TV to watch a pumped up affair, give further thought to (1) what else you could be doing with the cash, (2) whose bad habits your entertainment dollars are supporting and (3) why Super Bowl ads cost so much money to air. Game over! That was quick. Who won? The next day (nature willing) the media will tell us that the only real war that went on during the Super Bowl was the one that Napster waged against Apple's iTunes and iPod. Needless to say, that one was over before the popcorn started popping.

Without Pope

ok, I am the pope
now what
your freedom?
each day tells us
too many babies
trample through the forests
I want a slicker ocean
to slide on my behind
without dampening my skin
without the possibility of ingesting the salt water
without making a difference
can we do without
the babies keep coming
they are lining up
to ride on the digital tractors
to eat from the mechanical gardens
to grow to trample through the forests
I want to kill you
just a thought
nothing personal
for you are but ones and zeros
I'm a hunter once again
make me proud
stop blowing smoke up into the clouds
build me a zoo
two by two
let's start all over again
and do without me