Holding on...

I feel us drifting apart
And all I can do is sit back
And watch you struggle
To put us back together again

And a small selfish part of me
Wants to make it work
But I’m so tired of trying, waiting, and anticipating
Disappointments

And a small selfish part of me
Wants to see it end
But when I look at you
I see an endless potential
A human being so sweet and smart
A man that could change the world
If he could only find a place to start

And a small selfish part of me
Doesn’t want to think about it at all
But I see you trying
And although I’m all tried out
I wonder if I gave you just a little bit more
Would it be the final push that you need
Or would it be just another crutch
Further separating you and me

And a small selfish part of me
Wants to give you everything that you need
And just let the negativity bleed
Out of our relationship
So that we could return to days of you and me

I feel us drifting apart
And all I can do is sit back
And wait for us to drift back together again
And hope that our love is strong enough
To give us what we need to make it work
And I hope that we are strong enough
To give this relationship what we need
To make it work

I feel us drifting apart
But I know that only means we will come together even stronger than before
And if we don’t
At least I know I tried

My Love Affair with Chocolate!

I see you watching me

Tempting me

Teasing me

Enticing me

To step away from my personal restrictions

My mental constrictions

My emotional conflictions

And indulge in your sweet, melt in your mouth

Addictions

A pleasure that only brings a moment of bliss

Already fading from the time it touches my lips

Damage done by the time it reaches my hips

But oh how I desire your sweet Hersheys kiss

David Hamilton Jackson

I just learned so much about David Hamilton Jackson! He was a local Virgin Islands hero, an educator, founder of the first free press publication in St. Croix, a laywer, judge and legistalure, an activists for cilil liberties and workers rights, a leader in the local labor movement, a prominent figure in the transfer of the Danish West Indies to the US and so much more! Read for yourself http://www.vinow.com/articles/101508/hamilton-jackson.php

MISTER SMITH

I love how your bottom lip
Hangs slightly low
So that I can barely see the tip of your tongue
And the tops of your teeth
As the corners of your mouth
Curl up into the most beautiful smile
With dimples deep enough to dive into
And swim for days

I love how you talk
Out of the left side of your mouth
With words so passionate
I can barely wait for each one to come out
So I watch you
Anxiously anticipating
Then savoring
The melody that erupts from your soul
Breaking me into a million little pieces
And then making me whole

I love that tingle down my spine
When our eyes meet
If only for a second
It feels like an eternity of bliss
Shared in a single stare, a glance
A moment where they world stands still
And it’s just you and me
Alone in a room
Making beautiful music
And passionate poetry
Mister Smith

Introducing...NEIL FAULKNER!

The Depths of Despair
by Neil E. Faulkner

There is an endless black hole gnawing at the core of his soul
So all consuming that not even his faith could escape its hold
Enveloped by its subzero cold, he struggles to maintain control
As the unrelenting darkness beckons...welcoming him into its fold

Another black man lost to the siren song of depression
A song so potent, it has robbed him of all ambition
Its chorus incessantly reverberates within the echo chamber of his heart
An unrelenting, enticing invitation to embrace the cold, long dark

Today he thinks is as good as any other day to die
He reflects on the "how" ignoring questions like "why?"
At the final moment of decision, he hears his child laughter
Decisiveness becomes hesitation as he ponders what will come after

Like a phoenix reborn, the darkness transfigures into light
And from the depths of despair, his soul once more began to take flight


(c) Neil E. Faulkner 2009

Columbus Day

“America, America God shed his grace on thee”
The prayer of a dying nation
Created on the foundations of greed, murder and slavery
The bloodstained soils made rich fertile grounds
For stolen Africans to plow
The home of the brave and the land of the free!
Imagine bravery rewarded with a resting place six feet deep
And freedom with shackles and a price tag like meat
“Oh say can you see” what a nation we’ve built!
On this stolen land, from the seas to the hills
And “Oh say does that star spangled banner yet wave”
Every star representing tens of thousands gone to their grave
Murdered for America, so many innocently died
In the making of this great nation filled with American pride
As banner’s yet wave, oh red, white and blue
America, America, God shed his grace on you!

Delicious

He loved the Caribbean caramel chocolate delicious that I let him sample like a sixty nine hook

Licked his lips and his fingertips reading me inside out like his favorite book

Or that melt in your mouth, musical, meets street beats and drumming circles forcing you to look

He put the track on repeat in an attempt to re-heat the passion that made his whole body shook

And shake, earth quake, belly rumble, hungry for more and more than he could take

Sugar sweet like honey treats, raw and hot delicious we ‘bout to make

A scoop of golden brown, mixed with how can I be down and ooh baby turn around

Delicious!

a cry for help

My little island is crying for help
Dying for help
Traditions washed away with the waves
Of mothers tears
Who can only clutch their belly
Realizing that their worst fears
Have come true
A mother's nightmares
Headlines the Daily News
While grandmothers and siblings can only sing the blues
Crying, he was gone too soon




(c) Carmelite Souffront 2009

"Our lives begin to end the day we become silent about things that matter." --Martin Luther King Jr.

"If the society today allows wrongs to go unchallenged, the impression is created that those wrongs have the approval of the majority." -- Barbara Jordan