Dark Talk Continued: This Lover’s Words

This lover’s words were broken words

Of heartless love

Of Sightless desire

Lipless kisses

And voiceless syllables

This lover burned to ashes in flames of passion

The object of objectification

Spent and used and left to lie in this bed of lies

I love you

Or rather

I love the swing of your hips

I love your curves

I love your full laden breasts

I love your bountiful, bubbling butt

I love your thighs

I love your pussy

In all its moist fragrant glory

This lover’s words

Played Bach, Vivaldi, Mozart

Beautifully, visciously, Monstrously

Upon the keys of emotions

Laid bare

To be laid waste to

Meticulously

Obsessively

Compulsively

I Hate You

Or rather

I hate your intelligence

I hate your confidence

I hate your conviction

I hate your wisdom

I hate your truth

I hate your strength

I hate your personification of all my inferiorities

This lover’s words is full of emptiness

This lover’s words are sighs in the wind

This lover’s words are chaff and sand

This lover’s words are loud in its silence

This lover’s words are tainted for you

This lover’s words will ensnare you

This lover’s words are broken

This lover’s words…

Glen Toussaint 2015©

Rebel Music

Why they always taking man for fool

It cannot be because we black, right?

Nah man we done fight that fight already

We done walk over all dem dead dead body

So what

Its cause we broke right

Nah man we got one, two, three jobs

One two three bank accounts

Credit card, debit card, paypal

So what, what is it?

Its cause we stupid?

Nah man we gone to pre-school

Primary school

Secondary school

College

University

We got degrees like celcius and Farenheit

Man we bright like light….

So wha de reason

They say our beaches free

But the road have fee

If left gone right

And right left

Wha we gone have leff?

Nothing

Not a dyam thing but a bunch of blind and deaf

Selfish, ignorant and pompous grown ass children

Civilized civilization

More like perfumed

Costumed slaverization

We’ve been emancipated into per annum interests

Given freedom to choose slavery

While we carnival, bacchanalia from church day to church day

Amen?

It makes the conversation sweet you know

Boy tings rough

Boy tings tough

Boy I tired

Boy dem bills

Boy, boy, boy

Boy Come lets pray

Clasp your hands and close your eyes

Complain to god

Tek dem licks

Buy dem new kicks

Make your denied gods rich

Come on

Clasp your hands

Close your eyes

Don’t wiggle

Tek dem licks

Now repeat

Padre nuestro

Que esta en el cielo

Sanctificado sea su nombre

Now click buy now

Place your X here

Sign here

Thine kingdom come

Thy will be done

Turn a blind eye

I said eyes closed

We musnt see when they

Take our lands

Our lives

Our wills

Our common sense

We trusting Google more than people

En el nomine Padre

Y el fille

Y el spiritos santo

What de hell can go so

I aint part and parcel of that bandwagon

I call fire when I see shit to burn

I call lightning when there is ignorance to spurn

I decide my own path

My mind is mine, so is my life

Can you not say the same?

You need to pull up and ask

What game dey playing

Is sweet oblivion sweet so?

You never hear pick sense from nonsense?

You never take stock and listen what day saying?

You sure is in you, you really put your trust in?

You in the car

But who driving?

Who driving?

A man?

Amen.

Glen Toussaint 2015©

In The Walk

You can tell you know

Its really not that hard to see

Well for me

But you can tell

You know?

Its in the walk

Its always in the walk

Sometimes in the talk

But the talk can lie

Not so the walk

Here I’ll show you…

Over there, 

with the coloured hair

and the nose in the air

she can’t be heard

ease up a little

make the lady pass

ha her coils keep wrapping

round your eye sight dropping

you lost to the power of her bubbling….

What you say?

Oh that one?

Nah not one

Probably two

Nah she not lost

She just wondering what to do

She probably handling it on her own

Struggling to be a good mother

Hustling on her own

I see you starting to get it

I told you it not hard

When we got to talk

Open your eyes

And just watch the way they walk

Hmmm…ok…tell me about this one

HmmHmm

Ah ha

Hmmmm ok

Well you right about the confidence

That was plain to see

And yes you are right about the recklessness

To that I agree

But you missed that bit of insecurity

But she still pretty young

So you can forgive that easily

No we skipping this one

Because she’s to easy

Pure of heart, optimistic and happy-go-lucky

Now this lady right here

Is a ball of contradiction

Brimming with ambition

But lacking motivation

Ahhh over there

She knows who she is

Why she is

And what she all about

Every action there is purpose

And only sense come out her mouth

Now

This lady

This lady full of grace

Has weathered it all

In time and space

Within her is secreted the seed of wisdom

For she is a tree

Not no flibbetygibbet hurry go bring come

She walks with Time

Although she is tired

She’s regal and poised

And above all the noise

If not for her

Then where would be

That lady is all of us mother

Come let we go walk wit she

Glen Toussaint©2015

Encounter

We met in the club

Neon lights, weed, sweat and smoke

Alcohol in my bloodstream pulsing through my eyesight

The bassline set the rhythm we didn’t need to talk

I grabbed her waist

She pressed back on me

We grinding,

Bumping,

Breathing

My mind was drifting

We rocking

We caressing

Too close

Too hot

Next to the speakers we lost in the moment

And the next moment

And the next moment

And the next moment

And the moment after that

I heard her then

Let’s go

British accent

Mother land body

My vision is blurry

Gripping hands in a hurry

We made our way

The jam continued

In her home

In her foyer

In her living room

In her kitchen

In her bathroom

In her bed

In her satin sheets

Switching positions like gears

Dream catcher legs twist

Smooth like silk and chocolate

Slinks closer like a premonition of a hangover

She bends over

Jiggle her British Afro-Caribbean booty

Begging to be dealt with

She mad wild

Taking totes in the half light

Bob Marley and Mos Def easing out the stereo

Really though

She urging me on

I didn’t need it

She wanted me to abuse her

Like i was a user

A door slammed

Fuck

A man’s voice

I dashed in the bathroom

Footsteps

She laying cool

Silence

Smell of weed and sex

Voices

Soft voices

Soft Tones

Gun shots

Once twice thrice

Silence

Breathing

Footsteps

Door closes

Silence

Glen Toussaint©2015