From the West to the East coast many Caribbean kings have resisted Colonial prowlers seeking to have them dethroned. Toussaint … More
My life’s in High Bloom. Late nights, steady dreams, pure fuel.
A steady muse, interpreting dreams.
Re-centering man on the ultra light beam.
Fixing misconstrued faces, building a legacy.
Over-standing with my new found perspective of life phases.
Please tell me what my love does to thee?
Big billows of hickory, hemp, saliva infused smoke.
Whisking through and rapping me like a cloak.
A swiffle, tickling my esophagus, kissing and caressing my temples.
Wanderlust filled, flabbergasted by our enchanting exchanges.
Bemoaning the applause, retaliating against your, distant arms, space, just like that we can be torn apart.
I love you, yes you, I love you through and through.
Dancing to a linguistic drum, gazing into the Rising Sun. On the road towards Emancipation. Strong as the African Sun, Freedom Day has truely just begun.
A simple little fact called love💘.