Oh dougla

Like a shaded river
Bamboo cathedrals
Protect your ground
One hiding the other
Like blended bush
From the banks of a river
I sip slowly
Blowing you to a cool
Like my bowl of callaloo

sida - working title

after the fall
when bones like branches
say goodbye
as leaving begins
the fading life we shared
remember me as nothing

one november

de mas is scared

de masses scared

we playin fraid

we plain fraid

the more i says

more scared i is

more says im scared

till i learn

something hiding here

between these words

is a message

im not sure

but im hoping so

get it

it will make sense

one november

like this one

it make sense to say this

no need to be afraid

they not suppose to raid de mas

the masquerade

the masses should behave again

come ash wednesday

this year we did learn bout de wife

she is to fraid too

who to believe boy

is really security she was protecting

and wha bout he

he did fraid to say anything too

me now i did fraid too

cause the mas is sacred

and see

the masses scared

or we playin fraid

they gettin on too slack

them eh not me

i too fraid

i fraid too

play a big mas man

doh be fraid

nah yuh ha to pay before november

oh you cyah do dat

doh fraid

it go still happen

cause de mas sacred too

was amazing grace

was playin de mornin

yuh sister was makin

and how great thou art

when miss mary heart

did get he ears cut off

she one good son

all she did love

under sun right dey

by green corner

pooyan pull

and de ears

well de ears did fall off

lei and powder

smelling up de place

now mixing with blood

in de sacred space

but none ah dat nex year

we could say in november

and even if it happen

who go remember

how we did start off scared

one november

Man Out

The opening partnership ended with you on 25.
It was the same ball you faced many times in previous overs.
He bowled the same ball.
He thinking it must work at some point,
you that you know how to play it.
Not this time though.
Caught, back in the covers,
you realize there is another innings to come
and after that, something else.

Alone

Come calling at my gate
And find me
Alone
Home alone
My lovers all culled
Come to find me guilty
Guilty of all that makes me alone
But that which does not leave me alone
You're expected and will be welcomed
Company welcome when alone
Expected to deny this unnatural state
You find me in
Not waiting but alone
Guilty and ready to be charged.

Entitled/Problems Inspire

I’m not a hip hop black
At the the front of my mind
Is not building a stack
Of cash or diamonds and gold
Or maybe I’m just saying this as I get old
I danced to Biggie Smalls and the one called Kim
And my mind soaked up the words of Slim
Now the Bajan, Ms B and Nikki Minaj
Seem to be the ones in charge
Shady! they’d say just knockin da hustle
Hating on Dre, Diddy and the one called…
But do I have a choice, can I give voice
To how I feel misplaced in this race
I have no imagination to dream of other
So I just lay back and say whatever brother
The pressure unseen but who feels it knows
If you’re not a hip hop black where do you goes
It’s where the thing’s at you can’t fight that
But I’m a lover not a fighter, an old house cat
Am I making too much of just entertainment
Well yeah I have to when it’s to my detriment
Every now and then I care for some R and B
But even them singers don’t always do it for me
My life’s too real and that’s the deal
Can’t always take being told what to feel
And we bought it whole from Redifusion
Now a single man in a media run nation
Soca is shit and Calypso dying
But when you look around ain’t nobody crying
Where, where do I go from here
Me myself and I don’t really care
These are just some words that flowed from my mind
Not starting a revolution for that I’m too kind
Just wondering if I can really find
A place in this world to put down a whine
It’s the rhythm and the beats that unite us
And that’s why I try to say maybe they’re righteous
But for me there is no place
When it’s only their voices that are in the space.