Obeah Tomorrow

Well hello me little Jumbies, its another Saturday night. Its the eve of another installment of OOOOBBBBEEEAAAHHH HA HA HA HA HA HA. All you ready to see what the Akans are up to. All you wanting to see what the Ligaroo King has in store for them next. Will it be a spell, will it be a curse, or will it be a mythical beast. Well me Jumbies, I guess you will have to come back tomorrow to find out. But until then, sweet dreams, ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha.

POEMS Storyteller

War Outside Dark Inside (1983)

Fall into the blue and pray I don’t land
Where the emotional vampires live
For this is my life when they leave satisfied
I sit and watch the shadows dancing on my walls
Some times if my imagination controls me
The shadows reach out and touch my face
The feel of warm hands against my skin
Maybe if I am lucky I would feel a shadow kiss my lips
Or cuddle with me as I lay on the sofa
Maybe they can dream with me when I sleep
A faceless figure next to me, because humans are faceless anymore
Just like the shadows on my wall
Real but not really there
Ghosts that I can see, but run away when I try to touch them
And I will be alone again with my thoughts
With my empty soul and imageless dreams
I will be numb again, protected from my emotions
My emptiness an icepack on my heart