Performance Poetry!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_0BRvE-ybq8 Hi all, here is video of one of my performances at a local open mic show called Floetry Fridays. This poem is called ‘The Return’ – it chronicles the journey through the memory of a woman raised in Barbados but living abroad, and her return to the island brings back all these memories. Enjoy! Video by Kayla-Mariah. See more of her work here

White Horses, Red Sunsets

Long patches of memories

stretching long and lazily

like deserted beaches kissed by sun in paradise.

Long patches of memories

rolling scenes like movies running

replaying the good old days

still.

Still creating new ones to dream about.

Oh hush, don’t pout.

White horses and red sunsets

Sleeping beauty.

Breathing, sleeping, eyes closed

must be sleeping

dreaming

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Thoughts on Love.

Love is resilient.

Love stretches to fit.

It lasts long as its bonds strengthen with time.

It sticks, and grows stronger the longer it lasts.

It makes its way through a soul.

Rerouting the brain, shocking the nerves, taking over actions. 

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Love doesn’t matter if it changes nothing.

It doesn’t matter if it doesn’t change mindsets; if it doesn’t move mountains of thought.

It doesn’t matter if it doesn’t elicit responses, if it doesn’t make a difference.

It doesn’t matter if it doesn’t rip you to shreds and rebuild you again.

Love doesn’t matter unless it takes you to the ends of the earth,

unless it makes you search for meaning and question all understanding,

unless it makes you follow the path of truth and righteousness.

It matters as long as something changes inside.

Love, love is everything.

Love is the most exquisite pain, it burns to heal and rejuvenate. 

Love manifests itself in many ways.

I see love when I look at your face.

I feel love when you do what you say. 

Why does it matter?

Why does it matter to me so much what you say?

Why do I go cold inside when I see her touch your face?

Silly of me to think that anything is strong enough

To break bonds sealed with time,

I’d never have enough to give to make you lastingly mine.

I’ll never have enough of you, so don’t go, please, I beg

Although I know its unhealthy

I can’t wipe away the images in my head.

Why does it matter to me so much what you don’t say?

In a way it means that my world is crumbling away.

The fragile walls I built on words that only soothed to take

 Fall from me as in my mind I slowly awake

As day breaks and the intention is clear.

You will not leave. I will not leave

And so we will stay.

Until the day my soul dies and I utter a last cry

I’ll say;

I always loved you anyway.