It’s strange how your presence stirs something deep within me, How just the sight of you shifts the rhythm of my day. It’s curious how you calm my restless heart, Yet, with a glance, you unravel my nerves. It’s strange how much I crave your time, When solitude has always been my refuge. I’m content […]
Just touch dung in JA,Shaggy’s chune a blaze,Man an’ woman a rock, music set di whole place a sway. Man dem a hold tight pon dem woman, like seh tomorrow nah come,An’ di gyal dem a brace back, ’cause dem love di fun. Di beat sweet, di rhythm have everybody a trance,By night end, every
In the night emerges a fragile, tender sight, Warmth and touch, known and felt just by being near you, A paper heart, delicate yet a beacon of light and hope, Afraid to love deeply, my mind, body, and soul tremble at the thought of loving you. A love, intense and sometimes daunting, Can oppress and
Clear one island. The surf brings you softly to another. Stations of cratered mountains, clouds tightening around the necks Of these green monstrosities. This archipelago is a trail of memory. On this old path I find a new poem, a new way of seeing myself. These are strange pauses— young tender islands. Below, the sea
The Cloud is out It stood out Oh, it is just a beautiful day Oh the way I feel I just got to keep this real No denying that this is surreal It is just a beautiful day
When I lay me to sleep And I close my eyes Her face is the one That haunts me at nights Her spirit hold my heart As my thoughts roams and chants She holds me captive by her charm Flickered lights and a squeaking door Often leaves me crying on the floor So much for
A mere two weeks old and unborn You’ve stilled my soul – and warmed my heart That’s “amazing” personified …inside Simply, a work of art A mere masterpiece to behold He is, He was…He always will be For He’s the greatest artist The world have ever seen His work is timeless The very best we’ve
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I write, In silence and in speech, I sing—off-key, but free, In simple walks, I find my reach. Avoiding conflict, seeking peace, Through words, diplomacy I preach. Not every battle finds its cease, In conversation or in peace. When I sing, to the Lord I reach, In prayer, my thoughts, to Him, I leech. He
Pen to paper, I attempt to encapsulate my journey. Take forever, multiply by eternity, Yet, time insufficient for healing emerges. Oh, the pain runs deep, Wounds profound, and the hurt, starkly real. Unshaken, undefeated, I stand; I’ll cry and bleed, acknowledgment without denial. Though wounds are deep and the pain, undeniable, Inspiration takes root in
A poem of love and light, For those who seek it day and night. A poem of courage and strength, To help you go the extra length. A poem of hope that won’t cease, To help you find your inner peace. A poem of courage and love, To bring you peace from up above. A
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