first time

one day
i'd be asked
"how do i know that i have found 'the one'? "

and i would say
he was the first who
caught me
touched me
inspired me

still remain
that beautiful part of me

i love....

i love a woman whom i have yet to meet

because she gave birth

to such a remarkable human being

i love a man whose mother i have yet to meet

To He Whom...

To he
whom i love
i become folly
with hopes dangling
up above
and behind me

i love
thee

with impatience
while waiting.

i love
thee

to tears
-and when the heart aches-
to fears
of which performs
and act
on shaky grounds

i love

thee

with wishes-
when at last
seated in our presence
watching fading dawn
and stars
beheld in the others soul
we reminsce-


with faith,
unshakable,
passion
intensified,
love
our only child

i love

thee

to the point of where
i want to scream
"I hate
thee"

because of how
i make me feel
when i think of how
you should feel
how i feel
you feel
when i feel

breathe

for i

love

thee

in joy
&
in sorrow


To him whom
i wish to forget
but loves to remember
and want so much
to be with

Intravenous Masterpiece

Tattooed on my skin are the letters to your name
embroided in ink, the inscription of my love
inspiration to which shows what I don't mind feeling

Each letter, perfectly carved in unison with each thought,
has its own description. One in particular
claims legend and decision that this is it

This is art and how it begins
where it starts and shouldn't end
this is how beautiful you are carved inside me
each color, stroke, personality
captures you effortlessly

Till then do my pen bleed
of love and of pain,
triumph maintained.

Pea~z

2007

The Day The Earth Stood Still

He touched my hand as I gazed outward to the ocean:
I wondered how birds flew so gallantly
over angry waves, and dove in without casualty.
Why does this place seem so empty
yet filled.

Then he held them to his lips,
gently brushing them over.
This is it! This is the part -
he'll ask for something with his eyes
I will keep my eyes out on the ocean's tide
breathe in the salty mist
whilst I swing my feet -
and he'll ask me to repeat
letters of the alpha-
bet formulated in words
I've already told him.

As religious as he has done
my lips would be the next victim
and I'll wonder:
How can he love me,
she who loves nothing of him
other than company?
And he, who lives for nothing
but the smile on her face,
who chooses the ocean as his road,
mohagony as his vehicle,
and sailing as his hobby,
is never here
where blood haste
as receptors succumb,
wastes his time?

This day, however, is different
He will ask of me to follow him
he would not beg, and he will not leave.
Our eyes will meet, the ocean no longerbeneath,
will break the standoff.

I will notice him
in every sense
and whatever the man he has become.
He will charm me within each nanosecond
with words so qucikly exchanged
between us that time shant intterupt

We will dance happily in misery
tears, joy, and every pain to come
I will ache with excitement
and die in sadness,
he will rise applauding my very innocence.

I guess he knew somehow
we were destined,
and all this while I will wonder:
what is it like to swim in misery
and if such a thing existed, how?
And how does one not know love
when he's touching you?
Mad, they must be.
Yes! Mad indeed!
Because my earth stood
still.

The Earth Stood

Silent was the evening
nothing amidst us,
not a thing creeping
'cept a poignant lust

for heat rose amongst places
unseen, untouched, untravelled
hands carressed and possess
flesh, sweat and vowed

pleasure above all foreseen
innocence vannished, lust
remained the only air breathed in
and the only battle fought unjust

Deliver me from bad,
make me feel good!
The earth stood quiet,
while we young lads
with imagination to explore our worlds
imploring for more,
craved peaks and heights
yet bathed in beads of sweat.

The earth stood with respect,
unphased, yet waiting
wanting to let nature's course
travel thoughout and within.

....To Do Wah?

It's you!
and you'll never know until now,
that it's you

I rely on to be the first one
filling my ear
with your rythmic lyrics
and urbane demeanor

It is you
I allow into my bedroom
on these cold, empty mornings
when I

don't want to get out of bed.
Your silly phrases
and your avid style
carries me

following me
as I
smile,
knowingly to myself,
and only I,

that the inbetweens and untils
will keep me hoping for tomorrow
"if there is another tomorrow"
as you so simply state

And so long have I wished
to pen
my thoughts
my gratitude
to you.

De cinq á huit
votre abondance
remplissez mon coeur
pour savoir que vous
gardez-moi dans l'amour
avec
la monde je sais,
Grenada.


My place in this world

--the west of my indies...Grenada--