JAH! Tek ah Pikchure of I

JAH!!!!!

Tek a pikchure of I…

And then laugh

Face upturned towards the leaden sky

Angry or happy who can say

When nature breaks loose and starts to play

W’ appen yout’, yuh ‘fraid? He asked

Face grinning like a mask

Set against the flood beating out of the heavens

Back arched to extremes

Bare legs splayed and planted

Arms flung wide as if to embrace the world

I saw him in the gloom

An unmovable thing amidst the howling wind

Glistening skin stretched over corded muscle and bone

Grown from hard work and harder life

He seemed an ancient god

Commanding the thunder of the skies with the thunder of his voice

The lightning in his eyes mimicked the light within the clouds

JAH!!!! He boomed

Flash!

Crack!

BOOM!

The rumble rolled like a mountain threatening to break the Creator’s flooring

And squash us to bits

He laughed again

And again he called

With a voice pregnant with the elements

Yout’! Come bwoy an watch yuh modda dance. Shout an mek Jah see yuh bwoy!

I cowered beneath that old tamarind tree

Watching the laughing mad man slowly becoming one with the elements

He shook his head

The thick ropes of his waist length lox moved as if alive

Generating wind of their own

Tossing water from their ends

It was true

I was afraid

I was always afraid

I was afraid now of him

And I was afraid of nature’s carnival

He turned his head to me, flashed me a smile filled with missing teeth

And said

Yuh musn’t ‘fraid bwoy cause dominion was given unto man

It was then that the lightning struck and time stopped

I cried out, but he was gone

All that was left was the echo of his laughter

Rolling with the thunder

And a whisper

Yuh musn’t ‘fraid bwoy

Standing in his footprints

Amidst the raging wind and rain

I released my fear

I released the hold of the world

And I who used to watch lightning behind closed lids

Who listened to thunder behind firmly pressed palms

Who felt the wind through concrete walls

And touched the rain beneath galvanized roofs

Planted my feet

Spread my arms

Turned my face upwards

And shouted

JAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!!!!

Tek a pikchure of I!

Glen Toussaint 2012©

Sky In Motion

Sky In Motion

My blues are in motion

Not a one is frozen

My blues aren’t silent

They shout in elation

Every single lasting hue

Sweeping in broad, grand strokes

Swiftly, my blue

Moves from dew to dew

Upon the dawn, hark! Eos’ pink brow

Bow to your coming

Helios and Apollo’s gold and reds signal your parting

A sky in motion

Whites shifting grey gives way

As day flows into day

My blues are singing

To the tune of the wind dancing

Whispering of infinity

Calling out to eternity

My blues are changing

Mirrored quietly

Reflecting, fusing, penetrating

Sky, eye, and sea

Evolving from shade to shade

Parading incessantly

My blues are in motion

Not a one is frozen

My blues aren’t silent

They shout in elation.

Glen Toussaint © 2011

Because I Love Word: Chapter Five: Inspired In One Movement

beautiful,

your words like a symphony,

persuading my limbs into reactionary actions

encompassing desires stirred not shaken

by these same words

the essence of your presence

a gentle, genteel magnificence

sweet

to the touch

to the smell

to the taste

hold me by the waist as u lay waste to my defences

my shy inward exterior buckles in this paradoy of paradoxes

run ur fingers through my loxes

ur nails over my scalp

as ur nector flow twix ur lips from a mind caught in the grip of eternal fascination for the fathers creation

u make me

u made me

u unmake the bullshit in me

and remade me with sense

and its all because of ur presence

Glen Toussaint 2012©

Angry Chinese Man (Spirit of Chupidniss 2)

*read with the corniest Chinese accent you remember*

I ah come-ah hea too set-ah tings straight

I am perturbed by yoo peepol

Aand I wont to air my issues

Issue numba 1!

Yes! We are many but

We are not-ah rats!

We are not-ah pygmy!

We are not-ah rabbit!

And we are not-ah cockaroaches!!!

Issue numba 2!!

Yoo!

Yes yoo!

Yoo eva see us eat-ah ratta???

Yoo eva see us eat-ah dog???

We eat rice and cabbage dammit!!!!

Issue numba 3!!!

We only have cheap shit

Because yoo WANT cheap shit!!

We give you cheap shit and you still want DISCOUNT yoo nuff self!!!!

Issue numba 4!!!!

My name is Li Jang Wong

Not Bruce Lee, Jet Li, or Jackie frickin Chan

And NO I don’t know Kung Fu

But I will Kung Fu your ass if you push me!!!

Issue numba 5!!!!!

Iz most sensitive issue

My wife’s wife is vertical, yoo ass, not horizontal

And even if I know how to use my head

I don’t need to put it in her ***** to make her scream

I have a whole 3inches I know how to use!!!

I am sick and tired of yoo peepol

But I’ve gotten revenge

How, yoo ask?

We help with your weight problem

Heh heh ehheheheheheheh

TEN DOLLA NANCY GLORY TO GO BRUCE LEE!!!!!!!!

Glen Toussaint 2011©

A New Season

I’ve gone beyond drifting @ this point

Body left behind after this Joint

No longer seeking escape

I’m flying

Flying through multi-coloured mindstates

Pellucid in this Farscape

Metaphysical constructs supporting this landscape

I’m blazing, blazing

Blazing _ not so sexual

But ethereal

Surpassing the surreal

Till my words become & is real

I am still possessed by the word

Giving voice,

Furtively giving life

Written on the back of an invoice

Stick a pin

Stick a whole heap o’ pin

From the beginning

A euphoric escalation

This sophomoric capitulation

This verbal ejaculation

This mind fuck

This mental fuckin

Nah I didn’t smoke nothin

I’m just at that point

Where I need to be reborn into somethin

-New-

A metamorphosis needin to occur

To succor a situation

Wherein I reawaken the Mage

Taking a page from the Stone Sage meditation

Be still

Be still

Reined into peace,

Searching for that sound

A signal beacon leading to the profound

The source of growth

The source of flow

As pure as the Lifestream

Searching always for a reason

Not to succumb

Deftly navigating, following that one single truth

It’s a new season.

Glen Toussaint 2011 ©

4 lines of Colour

Fading gold glows

Rows of white stream….dissipate

Sullen red baits, attempting to intimidate

Yellow, Red, Blue, Purple

Glen Toussaint 2011©

Because I Love Words: Chapter Four: Excuse Me

Excuse me

Excuse me, but can I…?

May I…?

Is it really so much to ask for?

So much to beg for?

So much to plead for?

I just need a break

Not a fake break

But a real break

Away from the constant constant

Ringing, bringing

Going, coming

Yelling!!!!!!

I NEED A BREAK!!!!

FROM ALL THE BULLSHIT!!!!!

FROM ALL THE DUMB SHIT!!!!

FROM ALL THE SICK SHIT!!!!!

No

Uh-uh,

Hell no

I……….don’t want to be forgiving

I……….don’t want to be accepting

I……….don’t want to be understanding

I need to be unrelenting

Unrelenting

Unrelenting

Till it clicks

And shifts

And I piss.

I piss

All over your sensitivity

Your insecurity

Your morality

Your Pc-icity

I am SICK of your DEFINITIONS

Your ROLES, PLACEMENTS, CHARACTERISATIONS

I need no EMANCIPATION

Because YOU never had ME

So excuse me

No need to forgive for being blunt

For deciding WTF and finally spark that Blunt

Excuse me if my speak

Be incomplete

Excuse me if my tongue pass my cheek

Excuse me

When you LIE to me EVERYDAY

And leave me with just enough

So I come back same way

So I’ll come back another day

Excuse me

Excuse me

If I think you stink beneath that $200 Smell Sweet

While I and We walk around BROKE no BOMBEAT

Excuse me

Excuse me if I have a Shitload to say

But excuse me

I’ll leave DAT for another day

Glen Toussaint 2012©