Rupununi tapestry for Chris and Fi

It was woven in Rupununi tapestry -
For worlds intertwined in history
To meet again -
Savannah heart and Scottish beat
Foreign lands for adventure seek
Carefree souls - Across distance found
Kindred spirits of a love thought
Could never be

They seemed like ying and yang
When he said 'gal i watch you lang'
Who could resist each others smile
Hearts that loved pure joy

He said she ah run he down
But watch who gone Sierra Leone
Bina catch he strong -
He end up in the motherland

Rupununi enchants and Scotland calls
The common spirits - for love of land
With an artists passion
A life of adventure fashioned

Why say no, when you can just go?
From just nows to coming deh
How we navigate and rate
And dem ones who always late


Those who stand with you today
Know your journey will never end
Wandering,  exploring souls
Like winding Rupununi and Scottish trails
We drink, we dance and we laugh with you this night.

Torn

Where does one end and the world begin?
Why do we stand apart and deny our hearts?

Can you not see threads woven through time?
Colourful and strong-

Can you not see that there is no beginning and no end?
Can you not see that we are one?
A tapestry woven through time-

Can you not see the histories intertwined?
Cultures mix, language change and tools exchange.

Can you not see what fear does to us?
Hacking at our tapestry-

Distorting the woven story-

Mirror image

She never wanted to be a reflection
A mirrored, painted copy of perfection

That tiny wrinkle and freckles on her face
She reveled in their mark.

That perfect life of calm, poise and beauty
Reminded her of calm sea with underlying fury

She chose that life like the thunder storm.
She rode it out with unbridled joy

She lived in quiet moments of raindrops
And glistening rays of sunshine

She smiled at the happiness of the world
She cried with the sadness of the world

She lived in any world -
And did not deny her inner beast

For she remembered -
Under the painted perfected reflection
Lay an unbridled fury

Water's might

Shadows dance on savannah land

As evening sun kiss

Tips of golden grass

Rupununi - my beauty

My love, of dark and light

savannah blends to jungle

Grass to swamp - to ponds

Creeks to rivers - to sea

I love you at your water's might

The beast of derision

I tie my self to history

Struggling to be free

My mind in a haze

Blurred from the smoke

The threads that tie me-

Have been set ablaze

Here I stand again

Always - an intersection

My heart becomes my chain

A pressured decision

Obscuring the inner vision

What does it mean to be free?

Colour me in as you will

Pick at the pieces that you see

Causing my soul to flee

Into the abyss of indecision

Where the beast of constant derision

Fights to pierce the things I hold dear

The ways and means

In moments - Inspiration comes -
Soundless - Dynamic.
And in laziness it passes-
in drunkeness, lost to the haze.
In moments- Life has meaning-
The depth is not identified
But in despair it is lost-
The mind, an abyss
In moments - Bursting love exists-
Showering - briefly like shooting stars
In betrayal-
it is squandered by greed
In the moments - we are rich
But what of it?
We lose the wealth of the land
We are poor in our souls-
For no true touch of those flashing moments -
Find those lost souls
In technology and progress-
Doesn't it seem?
That God takes back the knowledge-
Humanity stole?
In moments- we realize -
Beatniks were right/
Monster Manukind -
Progress is a comfortable disease

Young Riders - Into the Future

Here's to the youths who hear the call

For those not afraid to fall

Young Riders - Into the Future

For those with wicked humour

Rupununi born and bred - 

Farine and tasso fed

The cowboys who know - 

The joy of early morning flow

Sun-kissed dew drops on savannah land

Creaking leather saddles - riding in a band

Racing free under the blazing sun

Wait all year for Rodeo's fun

Rodeo 2018 - we heard you call

And here we stand - cowboys all

Here's to the youths who can see

A Rupununi way to be -

Here's to the young riders

Rodeo 2018's fun providers!

Savannah lines

The city lights do not speak
To me-
Like the Savannah stars do
At midnight-
The buildings tall do not call
To me-
Like the trees that dance
When wind beckons-
The rain-
Gives me no joy
Like your thunderstorm
Vengeful, hopeful-
And your meandering Savannah lines
Let me roam-
Like thoughts never catching
Dancing-
Touching - in a play of chaos

Frantic Static

The emptiness calls

Echoes rebound off these walls

Filtered through background static

Of conversations gone frantic

The Visions swirl just below

Of monet paintings on show

Lost little lady admist the crowd

Head tilted – slightly bowed

The air escapes hot and fast

Breath in, breath out -- at last

My butterfly mind starts to wander

As the monets begin to maunder

Twisted scapes

Twisted landscape
Upon which we tread-
Where colour and symbol
Blend -
Memories, hopes and dreams

We gaff on this scape
You and I-
Where time stretches
Beyond-
What we know

Sun peaks on the horizon
I feel your spirit
I heard you call
To me- 'not yet'
As reality rises in us

Darkness calls the light

Back to the dark nights
With starry skies-
Swirling thoughts and dreamy eyes
Caught in the lie-
Of eternal youth
For youth is wasted
On the young-
Moments pass and I wonder
How are you still in my memory?
Frozen in time –

Your eyes captured –
The light around
How could you shine?
With so much darkness
Within –
Silent and magnetic
You unnerved me –
Quiet - mesmerizing energy
Your darkness called the light
Spirit tek spirit they always say

Things of dreams

Stark that contrast - Rupununi bull stands Thunderous and dark That absence of colour against- Savannah of golden brown, Stretching to Rupununi horizon blue. White flowers bloom with violent pinks - On damp, black stems, When no flower should. He stands below that tree - His fierceness pulls me free I let myself go unafraid We stand - Staring at things that could not be

What do you seek?

The shifting shadows on the land
Entangled in frenzied dance
Blazing fury and hardened hearts
Age old questions that have been sought
Follow the mind- or the heart?
Lost in labyrinths of time
I search for you in my dreams of broken homes;
Broken minds - and lost souls -
You find me in my sleep
When I seek to retreat -
Asking age-old questions, and I am caught
In the whirlwind of your needs
Midnight rantings of the madman
Sugarcane potion sweetened tune
My red-eyed demons -
What is it that you seek?