Rupununi vibes
Monday, 16 January 2023
Monday, 11 July 2022
The deep end
I gave in slowly - but fell in deep
Now you're the reason I cannot sleep
Dreaming of things past and future that cannot be
But tell me, why with you I feel so free
Wednesday, 23 September 2020
Society is sick
Time melts, stalls, blinks, and flashes
I am drawn to your soul
Magnetic and energising.
I am drawn to your soul
Magnetic and energising.
Society is sick -
It lost a tactile sense.
Touch is now discomfort
Empathy withers away with comfort
Fear of viral connection -
Does not drive this sickness
It is rooted in individuality
Stripped of community -
Driven by insecurity,
Starved, longing souls remain.
I am drawn to your ease
The warmth of your way
The sense of rhythmic beating.
Society is sick -
It lost a sense of being
Obsessed with the cult of appearance
Awkward eyes meet - a moment
Then quick downcast,
A smile to a fellow human
Becomes a shameful thing.
This sense of being -
Stripped of human connection
Listless, unengaged eyes remain.
Friday, 11 September 2020
A Dry Season Rupununi Day
Slow, quickening brightness
Damp, sweet dew dripping.
Aerial orchestra as the sky yawns -
Yellow, reaching through blue
Blending light with earth colours.
Blazing fury as time stands still
Shaded conversations and gentle sips
Cool breeze, like heaven's blessings
The hum of heat's heartbeat
Blending hazy rhythms of hammock swings.
Silky silence settles
On Rupununi sunsets
Sun-kissed golden grass
In that magic hour -
Blending beauty and possibility.
Slow, steady breeze
Whispering through trees,
Ruffling thatched roofs
Promising a blanket of night
Blending twinkling magic on black canvas
Tuesday, 19 May 2020
Hollow heart
I let it go –
All that hurt you caused me
I let the river,
Take it and finally I feel free
I let it go –
Those moments I felt small
I let the tree,
Dig in and finally I feel tall
I let it go –
The endless nights I cried
I let the rain,
Wash it and finally I feel clean inside
I let you go –
Because you needed me to follow
And my love,
You drank from my heart till it was hollow
Monday, 9 March 2020
Guyana Stories
Guyana –
A country born of their
sacrifice
Heirs of their pain –
Where do I end, and you
begin?
Why do we stand apart?
Can you not see our colourful
threads?
A tapestry woven through
time –
A million stories
tightly bound
There is danger in a single story.
Can you not see our
histories intertwined?
Written on the land
Written on the land
Control the narrative –
control the nation.
Can you not see what
the fear does to us?
Hacking at our tapestry
–
Setting the threads
ablaze
Distorting our woven
story
So – that the main
rhetoric remains
Telling us a single
story –
Is this or that.
Well - my Guyana is not
this or that.
My Guyana is choice. My Guyana is everything.
My Guyana got nuff gaff
and laugh
My Guyana is made of
little stories
Of resilience,
Of joys,
Of pains,
Of freedom,
Of histories,
Of myths and legends,
Of nature,
Of dreams and hopes
My Guyana is not a
single story
My Guyana is made of love
Of daily heroes
unrecorded
Of invisible struggles
Of silent devotion
My Guyana is woven with
–
rays of sunlight,
reflecting at sunrise
and sunset
Woven with earth
colours, blended.
My Guyana is not a
single story
My Guyana is a living
painting.
Monday, 16 December 2019
Attention to Intention
You knew I was wild
But you wanted to play
You liked my attention
When I started to dance
Only for you -
You had another intention
Danced with me for a while
Knowing I was wild
Pulled me down - fed me your dreams
Till I let my vision drift
But you liked to play
You liked my attention
I made you feel special
Cause I danced for you
You let me think it was real
When I helped you heal
But you liked to play
You liked my attention
You've broken my heart
Taken me apart -
I know it was not
Your intention -
But you liked to play
You just liked my attention
But you wanted to play
You liked my attention
When I started to dance
Only for you -
You had another intention
Danced with me for a while
Knowing I was wild
Pulled me down - fed me your dreams
Till I let my vision drift
But you liked to play
You liked my attention
I made you feel special
Cause I danced for you
You let me think it was real
When I helped you heal
But you liked to play
You liked my attention
You've broken my heart
Taken me apart -
I know it was not
Your intention -
But you liked to play
You just liked my attention
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