Strangers
You are new to me. Virginal. Fresh like dew on a morning bulb.
Yet I greeted you with the embrace of an old friend
one I had known for many years.
And I yearn for such a warm embrace, to taste the familiarity of the past.
There’s nothing different about our union, nothing at all.
Except for your origin, and history (not different, just geographically),
everything remains the same. The same old chocolate glaze.
We hide from the tanning of the sun — to no avail. We burn.
You and me. Unknown to others assassinated in one breath.
Cranbury wine in our gushing eminent (the red seas).
You lavish me with such grace.
I taste the venom of the enemy. You tried to cleanse
your mouth, to permanently swallow your own vengeance,
but the soul of shackled memories resides here, new friend.
Now you and I must hold each other and merge our tears
Because you’ve known me before, in the cold, dark path of our ancestors,
our blood travels same boat, on the same waters of mental tribulation.
Will we be homey lovers, or passing strangers?
Will we retrace unknown roads to wherever?
And the world illuminates its darkness with your smile.
I peep into your heart. It is transparent. I see the anger boiling there, celestially.
Our most distant melodies have the same allure.
I gaze in your eyes and see every thing I am, and what I was.
You need me, and I need you. There’s no one else to cry for, we know.
We walk the narrow lane of twirling passion, chasing hyenas.
To the lions, we surrender; we enjoy the ravages of pain
Until you are not so new to me; until you are in me.
You are as colourless as me. And your tears: African dust
Sparkle like African diamonds, on a white man’s neck.
And I yearn for such warm embrace- taste familiarity of the past.
My Sad Song
Jamaica when the time is right
I will hum you a sad song
Sad as the lamentation of a old banjo
I will come home bearing gifts
Of my dead brothers, I thought was bullet
Proof and battered resistance.
We have to wear a special mask for
The cops in Toronto
Because if the camera is not rolling
We have no contest,
I will hum you a sad, sad song
And let the rain wash my tears
A clean soul take, underground
But time slip onward, no more
I sing yes to the shine eye of the moon
That sees it all, here all the fortune
Went to the richer, than me, who make
Them rich
I will hum you a tune, to release
A spirit trap, in loom of destiny
I want to come home and hum you
A freedom verse of my soul free
