Butterfly Prince

He sings
like
butterflies
flapping wings
inside my ear

I rise to
let him fly
harmonize
sweet comic sighs

I
I don't like
the feeling dear

Even though
even though
it's you my dear.

Your sultry eyes
mystify
my troubled mind

I am
mesmerized
eternal-ized
without a fear

you
caught me
when I was
all alone

never
(no, no)
desert me
though full and grown.

So let us
walk a path
we've always walked
to no return.

We will
separate
to reunite
to settle down

You are the butterfly
who's destined to wear our crown.

Child Of Mine

Rest gently into the night my child
close your eyes, dream peacefully
This is your place to hide
you won't be bothered, we won't divide

I will always be here, right at your side
be you in good cheer or be you gloomy.
As you leap off into your nest, I will provide security
Rest gently into the night my child.

Water Rat

I close my eyes
and blindly walk through each door
each opened door
that gave me a try
So innocent I am when I
go to try

I am uncontrolled, unaffected, and unaware
because it's always my first time being here
I never feared a thing but unwelcome noise
Never feared nothing, I've always tried being wise

Each of my teachers taught me something
they all had one thing in common
"teach thee who are eager, harder than those who are not,
the principle of life"
And now I struggle to find

The sun rises and sets before I ever
get to getting the answer
The current of the sea
changes, even before me.

Pea

Outta Me

Outta my blue cloth and
apple bottom jeans
they fell off my body
as smooth as I
fell for you...do you
know what that means?

I wrap cotton and
silk around your wings
they secure you in awe
as angels guarding heavens gate
You love so sweet, it stings

You change me.
Colour my world
furnished me, grow with me
learn with me, still in love
with me...you move me.

Pea

Learning Through Teaching

I am a major 'do it yourself' type person. I will try it first, and if I cannot succeed, then I seek help. In this case, I brought help to myself through teaching. I am not a professional teacher and my student does not have a choice; he needs to learn something....anything.
I have been trying to teach two (2) subjects, basic subjects, to my student. This began during the January of two thousand and eight (2008). I got really frustrated because whatever I taught was not 'staying' in my student's head, but I continuously blamed myself. I blamed myself for not knowing first off, how to teach, and secondly, not being able to get whatever knowledge I have, to my student so that he would be able to understand. Well, with all experience that we may go through, the beauty of the outcome is that we all should understand and be able to learn from our experience. And I have gotten up to one step of this learning ladder; while my student learn, I learn, too. We both have to do our fair share of work. I prepare and teach, my student should listen and practice.
This is the obvious. Why could I not grasp that, because I did not pay any attention to my student. It's sorta like the relationship between my trumpet and I...but that's a whole new and different story.

Grenada

I
Love my birth country!!
Coming to think of it I never once did dislike it. Ah! Breath of fresh air, literally. I grew up in the times where culture was celebrated with ultimate awesomeness!! Love it!! My gosh!!
The language dialect, the people, the scenery, the music, the routine of the inhabitants- you'd think they were slackers!! haha. Just kidding.
So I am now here jamming to some amazing Grenadian/island songs, oh I miss it already. I've already told my mom I want to relocate..lol..she agrees and has the same plan in mind. How does that saying go: the apple doesn't fall too far from the tree?? HAHA...I fell at a certain distance but I'm kinda close.

I'll tell a little about Grenada's history one day...not tonight though...it's almost tomorrow. *winks*
Just wanted to share my joy!!

Sleeping With The Poet

While others sleep with the enemy
I lay in comfort next to the epitome
of life and art. Of words that never die
but sounds that illuminate throughout the night
Of dreams that are brought to life
by words bouncing off the walls on to
horizontal lines with no extremities
I lay awake to see what peace have taken over
What difference the face of a poet has
when calm takes over. As new life
gathers inside the quiet soul,
the old expel as mere words could.
And each breath represents a stanza of love
In my mind I write a poem for the poet
Unlike the poet, I'm unfortunate to carry a pad with me
whenever with thoust...
One day, like the words the poet creates
when late at night restlessness take over,
it is I who would become the poet
and the poet,
my poem.

--

A thousand times if I could, I would
kiss the lips of he who sleeps beside me
breathing kindly and softly
Speaking to me in only words I deemed unimaginable
I want to saty beside you and dream with my eyes wide open
Rest my hands upon your chest and grow in synch
with your heaves and falls.
To outline the portrait of beauty that you possess
if only just once you would see what I see
To be drawn into you with just words
you have to be truly
someone special.

To go through the day, as tough as it may get
and see you in every small bit of goodness
makes for a day that leaves me smiling
A day that's worth being here, alive
in your presence, madly in love.

Pea

The Follow Up

So now I am back home, I have been back home for about two (2) full months now and I am in search of my career. And no!! It's not fun! But I am being kind and patient, no need to just change up and switch up.

The vacation, though I dislike calling it that, was relaxing and much needed. Peace of mind, piece of freedom, a piece of a life I once knew. I grew into it well, but adapted to it innately.I truly felt like I belong. I did things that I wanted to do, when I wanted to do them, and however I chose to. I guess that falls under the freedom category with a taste of maturity, and yes!! I do feel a bit mature.

Grenada is beautiful!! From the island, to the culture, to the people; it blends in wonderfully. Upon entering the Grenadian customs counter, I was nervous. It's my first time!! The customs clerk was so kind, sweet, engaging, and welcoming. I felt proud. From there it's out to collect my bags and walk into the world of Grenadians. The feeling of walking out into sunshine at seven (7) am in the morning after a long, cold trip and a humidly warm and uncomfortable stop-over, is rewarding. I sat and took in my surrounding. Sea water to at the back of me, sunshine on my face, and friendly passers-by...including the one hundred dollar ($100) taxi-men. -sigh-
From the destination, I am on my way to meet with my grandmother. A reason for my trip. My morning could not have been more perfect and better than that, none for that matter because that is a scenario of its own.
That morning, my grandmother, my cousin, and I took up a mini tour of St. George's (humorously named by us, St. Town). We visited the markets, passed by the bus terminal, the mall, and other notable places, I guess. I was tired! Believe you me, I was spent!!

We then embarked on a long, long, looooong drive to the north of the island, my home. After reaching home, I blanked out, I don't even remember what the other days went like. I met with other family members of course, but I couldn't get into a detailed description of what was done, when, or how. The first week was amazing. I was invited at the last minute by a guy named 'Dragon' I grew up with who seemed to have developed a little crush on me, but nothing serious because he had a crush on the next lady he invited, Ally. Along with some other tourists, we started our boat trip to Sandy Island.I sat in the boat with another friend, 'Zowie' I grew up with but he's much older than I am. I could not help but enjoy the ride, it was bumpy, it was splashing wet, but it was lovely! Upon arrival to Sandy Island, the water grew calm...yeah yeah yeah, calm before the storm..not so. It was calm!! Zowie went diving and caught some fish. He barbecued them right there. It was delicious. Then, it was time to get into the water. No comments...just...simply breathtaking!! I began learning how to dive and swim. That week came to an exciting end.
The following week it will be my uncle who would take me to another island in Grenada, Isle-de-Rhonde. From Isle-de-Rhonde, he took me to Harphoon Bay where we sat patiently and awaited signs from the other fishermen that we've hit jackpot or a sighted a school of robin or jacks. Those are names of fishes..or types. Unfortunately, we never did get any. On our way back I witnessed one of many of nature's beautiful showcasing, the sun setting beyond the ocean. Marvelous!
The rest of the week and following weeks were spent with the attention and care of my grandmother, visiting family and friends, and chilling with Zowie and the fishermen around the area. They are second nature to me because as a kid that is who I was en route to becoming.
Months passed and I continued with the same routine. I also took up a part time volunteering position at the Hillarion Home. If I relocate, which I am planning too, I will sign up to volunteer there. I hung out with my aunt and her kids, hung around the kids who loved climbing trees, and searching for mangoes when it rains. I went fishing and diving with Zowie, too. I also went to visit my father and my kid sister. My grandfather, my cousin and her family, and the places I grew up. I could not help but wonder who and what I would have become if I grew up in my birthplace.

My second reason for going to Grenada is to attend my cousin's wedding. At the end of it, it was an enchantingly magical experience. My grandmother gave such a wonderful speech after a shot of rum..haha!! But what she said was profound and wise. We danced to all kinds of music...fun fun fun.
The majority of my days in Grenada were spent in the sea water, on the beach.

'July 1st in Grenada- My First

So how do I begin to let it all off? Shouldn't I have logged all of the things that had happened in the long-forever-like time that I've been here? I'll start off this way, I miss my boyfriend, I miss my mother, I miss my brothers, most of all, I miss my bed! Urgh!! From today, and maybe if the mood serves right, I'll log what I can, when I can. I've realised I am not the 'tell-the-whole-world-everything'type of person but I like to be open sometimes *wink* I visited Sandy Island again,an island in Grenada. There are a few...I mean, a lot...many. I'm thinking..actually, I'm in the mood for going up the top side and take pics of the ocean from a different location and walk down. I may stop by my restaurant friend who called me 'beautiful soul.'He's a nice man, Mr. Jeffrey St. Louis