Such is love

Walking in a torrential downpour of fire

Carried away by an arctic undertow

Walking on dry land with muddy feet

Falling asleep in your dreams

Sleeping to escape your nightmares

Leaping with faith crash landing on reality

Falling in love, but only fell into hate

Following the heart, but the heart took a wrong turn.

POEMS Storyteller

Where War Lives

In the crevices of a consciences

In the hearts of foolish men

In the trigger fingers of uncertainty

In the boots of frightened young men

In fields of foxholes

In a humanity afraid of what is different

In the souls of the uninformed

In history repeating

In the eyes of the beholder

In broken dreams

In the mouth of sooth Sayers

In promises kept and broken

In the lives of the less fortunate

POEMS Storyteller


The ocean without salt

Air without oxygen

A ballerina without toes

Ice cream without the cream

Love without the passion

Sleep without rest

War without hate

Politics without the lies

Religion without spirituality

laughter without happiness

serenity without peace

A heart without a heartbeat

Everything with nothing



POEMS Storyteller

Bring on the Fog (October 27th 1983)

So once again the darkness have besieged me

Ahhh, I can wallow in my depression

Sweat fog embrace me, make me whole

Shower me with delightful drops of uncertainty

Make my heart race with the anticipation of nothingness

No feeling, no questioning, guide me to that dull peace

Make me tingle with emotionless excitement

My heart beating, its thumping so faint a doctor could not find it

Now I am there, lying on a black rain cloud

Riding on a shooting star whose light went out millions of years ago.

Looking down on an earth without its blue glow

Daydreaming about sunshine, bright colours and cotton candy

I must wake up, but I can’t, it’s too peaceful here

Too comforting to my soul

POEMS Storyteller


Your voice is like a cold wind on my exposed heart
It plunges through me like Brutus’ dagger
Your words settles in my soul like hot syrup
They run through my veins like ragweed porcupines
Your stare penetrates my being like I was a hollow man
You shut me out like a priest shuts out the devil
But yet, you have my soul, It hover over you like a guardian angel
It attempts to protect you from the world, from yourself
And still you don’t acknowledge me

POEMS Storyteller


Love is a joke, so throw your head back and laugh
She built a wall around her so she can not be touched
Don’t be fooled by false sincerity and echoing promises
Love is a sky of stars that falls on you, crushing you
Don’t hold your breath, love is a woman with a forked tongue
Do not let her see your soul, she will be afraid of you
Wear your heart on your head like a crown of thorns
I wish I could just go to sleep

Food Storyteller

Run Boi Run

Run Boi Run

I ran through de forest, me legs churning, me heart racing for so. Beads ah sweat rolled dung me face, me shirt stuck to me back. I was moving as fast as me skinny fourteen year old legs could take me. I hurdled some bushes, butterflies fluttered into the air, I disturbed dey Sunday simmer dung session. I ran through Miss Mabel yard, she dog took off after me, bloody mutt, dat mangy beast coulda get a good kick in he mouth. I hurdled the fence in she back yard, de wooden structure cracked and popped under me weight. I ran up the steep hill, dung the other side, sending rocks and stones propelling dung the hill. Burst through the wroth iron gate, through the drawing room, into the dining room and stopped. There is was, a full plate of food. Macaroni pie, stewed chicken, rice and peas, and callaloo, me favorite, yes man, me most favorite lunch. I closed me eyes and took a deep breath, oh the smell went through me nostrils and hit me in de back ah me head, I almost fell over. “Go wash yuh han nah boi,” Mommy Charles said. I opened me eyes as she was laying a glass of Passion fruit juice next to the plate ah food, “Ok Mamie,” I said and walked out the back door. I would run a thousand miles for Mommy Charles cooking.

POEMS Storyteller

Words Protected

When I lay down at night and the darkness hugs me
It is your smile that make the clouds kiss creating a rainbow 
It is your laughter that makes the stars dance around the moon
And when I am masked with confusion
It is your compassion that sooths me like a gentle kiss
It is your spirit that caresses my aching heart
And time slows down making me see what really matters
What life means in this unforgiving world
Where selfless people like you suffer
Because others take you for granted
But your beauty shines like a comet above Pluto
And I can see through the darkness to your soul
Where infinite wisdom hides itself
Where loving words are formed right before they are uttered
And I hold my breath waiting
Waiting for that moment when I can capture those words 
Cherish them, Protect them 

POEMS Storyteller

Comfort a Stranger

She is beautiful but confused, so confused  I feel sorry for her, I know, I should not 

She lay on my floor sobbing, her eyes puffy 
She questions herself, her life 
I was surprised by her outburst 
She seemed so strong until that moment 
I wanted to reach out and hold her  But we were not that close of friends as yet 
She looks at me as if seeking an answer 
I had none, not this suddenly 
I reached over and rubbed her back 
Her eyes pierced into mine searching 
I let her talk, let her free her soul of the pain she had bottled up 
Let the bitter, sweet fog kiss her aching heart 
She speaks, her lips shaking violently 
Tears rolled down her pale cheeks 
I sit and watched, waiting for her to compose herself 
Hoping that life does not destroy this gentle soul 
Hoping that wisdom will arrest this youthful spirit 
I will keep her company until she worries herself to sleep 

Until the darkness mercifully rescues her soul from the brightness of 
the day 

POEMS Storyteller

The melody of laughter

The setting of the sun is
an insignificant event to the sound of your laughter
It is the melody that echoes through the stars
And comes to rest on saturn’s rings
Creating a symphony of colours
That dances across the sky like Grace Kelly
On a Powder puff dance floor
It is the melody thatstarts my heart in the morning
A loan siren beckoning, making my soul uneasy, yet comfortable
It is that sweet confusion that wakes me up in the morning
Keeps me awake until the end of the day
It is that melody I hear in
my dreams
Making them more like
It is the rhythm I wait for
so my life is full of song