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Benumbed Laughter

I hear laughter in the cemetery, they are enjoying the comedy of the living

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Wake Up

Wake Up

First light, first breath, first taste, first melody you heard, first laughter, first smile, first annoyance, first wave washes ashore, first swim, first sliver cloud, first raindrop. Its a new day, you wake and every moment you experience is a first for that day, even though it is the same as yesterday, its a different sensation every new day.

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Living

Dark like Pluto, bright like the sun

Sweet like tropical fruit, sour like salt

graceful like a ballerina, clumsy like Steve Urkel

Hateful like politician,  loving like a mother

Soothing like reggae, unnerving like a scream

Therapeutic like laughter, destructive like a storm

Quiet like death, noisy like a war

Life, who knew?

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Oh the Shame

Oh the Shame

It was the eighties, those were the days when men wore booty shorts to play basketball. So here I was, 18 years old, six feet eleven inches, a twig at one hundred and forty seven pounds. The game was on, it was hotly contested, the tropical night was hot except for when we ran, and the breeze coupled with our sweating bodies cooled us down. I was uncomfortable, the bloody hot pants were too tight, go figure, as skinny as I was, those shorts were too tight. They must have gotten mines in the little girls section of the store. So after some spirited hustle, the ball went out of bounds, I ran after it, bent over and heard the most horrific sound I had ever heard in my life, worse than the fighter jets dropping bombs, worse than the sound of A K 47 rifles. The I felt the dreaded breeze, up my leg and I swear, it felt like I was not wearing any pants. At first it was silent and then the laughter. I ran of the court to screams and laughter. Some were rolling on the ground as the unpantsed human Ostrich lumbered off the court, my hands covering my ass. And to add insult to injury, when I got home and told Mommy Charles what had happened she asked “Yuh was wearing clean underpants right?”

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A Safe Place

This dream of mine, it lingers in my soul like your laughter
It burns in my heart like the love of Romeo and Juliet
And when the night is quiet, and mankind stops trying to change the 
course of reality
It performs for me as I slip into my living afterlife
And I talk in my sleep, a conversation with you
For my soul travels a thousand miles just to hear your voice
And my nightmares makes way for your smile
A million seconds, a million heartbeats
Its all the same, they come and go but lasts for a lifetime
So my dream goes on, your smile engraved in my heart
Your laughter echoing in my mind
My spirit does not wait because you are right here
Resting in a place where you are safe
Safe from this selfish world
Where I can be your protective halo.


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Good Bye

The day I left, you were still beside me
But after a while you became a shadow 
And I was lost like a blind man 
In a mall on Christmas eve
But I can still hear your laughter
Guiding me through the maze
And I followed, but I could never find you
Fear was my best friend, confusion was my logic

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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
reality
It is the rhythm I wait for
so my life is full of song

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Ahhh Caribbean story telling

One of the reasons why I got into story telling, this man right here. I remember sitting in front of the transistor radio in the early evening, listening to him tell his stories, laughing for so, I mean this man is funny and he told a real good story.

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Echoes

Echoes

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

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The Parallel Foxhole

Cotton candy, absolute hate
Caramel chunks, melted dreams
Tropical fruit, unbridle lust
Hysterical laugher, uncontrollable pain
A beautiful song, a destructive wind
Pure love, tremendous confusion
Undaunted determination, bitter disappointment
Blind patriotism, unnecessary death
Religious orgasm, tainted soul
Secular revelry, haunted spirit
Apple pie, sexual deviance
Democracy, ha
Pay attention, nothing is ever what it seems
The illusion is right under the surface
The truth is in purgatory