Island Bwoy Conundrums

I write when I'm motivated, from the most random topics to passionate ones. Some maybe a bit emotional, some sensual and some historical. These poems represent my reality so I hope you enjoy the glimpse into my subjective reality.

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Just felt it was needed for those who fight everyday against injustice of any sort and those who persist. Your father is proud of you. Don't give up! You are his living legacy. So never stop!

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Sometimes you just have to be confident enough and have faith in your abilities and beliefs and strive on.

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Mortal Touch

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Music is magic

cit. Ryan Tedder (via aryawolfworld1)

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Have you ever?

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Mama

She delicately runs her finger on my palm and ever so gently place her fingers between mine. I smile. She ask "why? Why are my hands so hard?" I smile brighter and said, "any man that climbs mountains and build futures, it is evident in their hands." She smirked with that childish smile, "it's not just the mountains I'm afraid, you've crawled quite a way before you learnt to climb!" We laughed cause we both knew how far we've come and still much further to go. You've been there when no one else cared to hear. I love you Mama. - Island bwoy conundrums

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Endless Waltz

My Karmatic Beloved. Dance with me in this season of life. Let's do the Endless Waltz, dancing to the three beats of peace, war and revolution. Karma, my beloved let us see three times three. Dancing and smiling, loving and sharing, this Endless Waltz of mankind. It all makes me feel so alive, as we dance to the beat. War, Peace and Revolution. My love, I've lost track, which beat has humanity reached? War? Peace? Or Revolution?

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Like Pandora

Like tasting beauty and suddenly plucked from your lips. A ripe plum that can never be yours. I’m wasting my time, Pandora, Pandora, your thoughts are mine. Black acid running, streaming from my eyes. Time to let old glories rest and lie. It’s time to seal the box shut. It has all gone far, far, FAR enough.

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Reminders of You

I cry whenever I smell anything remotely close to your smell. I try to hold on to it just as a reminder of what I had. The place where you lay, I turn in it, wishing you can return to this place. Your warmth, how comforting it was, just embrace me and make me feel like I have a place in this world. My clothes, my room, these four walls, all they do is remind me of you. It reminds me of you, but I have to move. Move on, paint these walls and clean these rooms. I must at least try, try to move on without you.

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Earthquakes

In my mind the whole world is shaking, am I the only one feeling this? The fear and anxiety, the pulsing of the veins. Why wont it stop? My head is spinning and the world is quaking. I don't know what to do with myself. What do I do next? Where do I go? My mind is in shambles from this shaking world but the face hides what the false heart doth know. The world moves on, even when my psyche is broken. I must put on my mask and play my role. We must know our places in the world, right the wrongs that have been done and find peace with the actions we have wroth. My world stops shaking as I go back into my roles. Don't lose yourself ever in this cold cold world.

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You will always be too much of something for someone: too big, too loud, too soft, too edgy. If you round out your edges, you lose your edge.

Danielle LaPorte, The Positivity of Pride  (via agypsysoultoblame)

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Swords and Pens

We fight some battles with swords and shields but I fight battles with paper and pen. We put on our war gear, the armor, the spears. Today we put on suits and ties. We aren't much different, you and I. We do have our wars with either swords or pens. The modern man is no different from a warrior of yesteryear. We still suit up and get ready for the war. Bloodshed and battery with theories disproved. How different are we, the modern men, from warriors long passed? We still suit up, ready for the battlecries.

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Letting Go

My body has matured, but my mind is still chained, bound to the past, thinking about everything I could have had. Everything I could have been. Every time I screwed up and fell along the way. Plus ca change, plus c'est la meme chose? The more things change, do they really stay the same? As I try to be freed from this mental slavery, the realization comes to me. It is not what I did that defines me, but how I let it define me. The past gives us a lot of regret and sadness as memories are closed and completed, but there is the future, new memories and opportunities to look forward to. It's time to unchain these shackles, let go and live in the future. The past had it's day and today is yours.

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Courtesy of the Jamaica Gleaner

Students of the University of the West Indies in Jamaica break through a police cordon, along Mona Road in 1968 after acclaimed lecturer, social scientist and historian, Walter Rodney, was banned for ‘socialist ties’ and criticism of the ruling elites in the country…

Rodney’s seminal work was a book entitled “How Europe Underdeveloped Africa”.

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