Unearthing a different form of you.
Soaking up your essence from the bottom
of an ink bottle,
blood poison didn't delay itself either.

Grey

Through words uttered by infants
we would come to terms with black and white,
but on any given day,
grey to me is more than just
the threat of a rainy season sky,
grey is the reason for me not wanting
to understand why
there sinks this gap between the both of us,
grey doesn’t depend on any emotion motivating us
to remain still,
grey is the colour
that I want this to remain until,
I feel I could swallow it all.

Trinity Sunday

"Holy Trinity, One God

Have Mercy on us."

Spec-tacular

Three strokes and a pull, me lookin in a little closer only to see where a world would form, for eyes a global swarm of quick thought, two eyes to see dreams appear, but eye for one could always find it there, settle at the base, round-bellied rims collecting exhausted visions, iris detailing the mission patterns, lashes batting ideas hitting the air for a six, breeze is what he makes of this free-flowing remix- of a silhouetted spirit, he has the drive that creates it, so he persues it, so that all I end up seeing is the beauty of a struggle, so intense, the world view sits there in his inner-lens, lids draw fleshy curtains from an old hiding place, darkened ovals holding purpose right in place, he writes in the place of any wrong energies, so at the end of the day the whole world could see, and eye believe in boys becoming men when they could build their dreams.

Keep up the great work ballo,
God Bless yuh.

Prep..

He give meh a spirit of boldness,
So no retreat, no surrender,
He take care of meh before,
So he have meh back now here and after,
I bless His name, because he blessing meh, so I could now bless others,
This bold-faced, west-indian, woman, time come now to fly this nation's colours,
So let the red, white and black, blow-out, and blot a foreign stage,
Till the whole venue runnin ink from this pen-to-page, lyrical rampage!

Characteralisis

Pulling courage and even coverage from stored-up graces,
Crushing in disgust at all these unrelated places,
But now things suddenly seem more connected,
And just like they do, my other self becomes disbanded.
All have fallen, but I see them wearing stilts,
Me, forgetting laws of gravity and principles of balance,
Rolling off the back of parables citing the then talents,
They intend the science, so wait ten years and you’ll understand meh distance,
I can’t walk a road that pelting rocks aimed at meh conscience.
In parlance, I swore that we all sought for a divine perfection,
Finding mehself trapped in a den with ten hundred thousand demons,
And even if I make the mistake of meh life to look to one of these,
I make a promise to mehself that I won’t, and I pray that on bended knees,
I think that I now know exactly where meh place is,
Sanctification, away from these, they all have this character-sameness,
At this stage,
I don’t want a part of this anymore.

-Arielle John

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