“Memories Of Fruit Trees”


 

 

As my islands rise
from ocean, from salt
polyps and lime
so do I…
My love is how
I try
tho thin
and not the best
my world is like no one else…
Some take root to add
some come to slash and burn
which only lasts for so long…
Some bring their own soil
to add up on
we are void, my isle and me
Only childhood memories
truly consistent to me
fruit trees, mango to sapadilly…
Sea grape to lime,
coconuts was like throwing pearl to swine
cherries and june plum,
grapefruit to scarlet plum.
Yellow plum and guinep
I remember hurricane winds
roaming through these trees
breadfruit and ackee
dashed away lemons on lemons
sour orange and sour sop
down to the cherries and tomatoes
pineapple to coco plum
thinking of it
I could taste my archipelago…
I miss my home so
I can smile tho…
for it’s in my heart
with me
Wherever I go!

© Da Absentee 2012

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Growing up in the islands was such an enlightening thing for me I would not know what I would be without it. I havent travelled home in a long time I think its high time I make a trip. Even if it’s just to sit at the beach with my feet in the sand.

As Always…

Stay Positive!

50


Looking back when I first started this web-log. I never thought it would reach here. I started this blog with the intention for it to be something completely different, than what it has become. I guess that was bound to happen with life and the way the world operates. I have reached fifty posts. I thought it would be good to recognize this milestone in my blogging growth.

I would like to thank everyone who takes the time to read and visit this site on a regular basis. It is recognized and appreciated!

Da Absentee 

As Always…

Stay Positive!

“Your & My Ability”


Funnel through me… purpose of my expected lifetime
slow through me… sometimes deny my bloodline
have to wait…

Finding me… comes in due time 
soft inside, hardened outside 
imploding, bleed and sell my soul

Melt… infuse myself like coal
getting old… found, shared and told
bought and sold, packed and shipped

Loved and forbidden… personal canvas
to paint my hidden
shears of life snip… cut my movie clip

whatsoever they reel at me…
no matter what they throw in front of me…
I won`t let it begin… To start stopping me

Make me slip, apply weight to my shoulder chip
can anyone tell me… what type of life is this?
it’s either escalator or pushed off cliff

Exciting progression downtrodden depressing
between is limbo… either don’t or do
when it comes down to it … only you

Trenching inside…
can find the ability to help you…

© Da Absentee 2011

*****

It’s so many times in life where we feel “beat up” and as if we can’t go on. This train of thought was derived from digging deep and overcoming any situation you have been placed in.

As Always…

Stay Positive!

“Ugly Inside”


I shouldn’t be down this road
you’re sending me down this road
I am coming to grips with my tortured, tormented soul

desperate only thinking of then
who cares if you were disrespected
so now I sit reflected
have I made a mistake?

my heart doesn’t feel right
these feelings are out-of-place
yet I sleep at night
I am a cold-hearted, un-nurturing soul
I can hold on to dirt and falsify its gold

carry a lie like it’s not even a load
I can use honesty
but deceive instead
I am not nice
I am more than bittersweet
I am not what you perceive me to be

shallow, hollow, wicked, apprehensive, grudge filled

are words you can use to describe me
I can decry anyone in a blink of an eye
better yet deface
don’t ask for a second why?
“check me”
I dare you to try…

© Da Absentee 2011

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Moral to the story… When someone tells you who they are, you should listen.

As Always…

Stay Positive!

“Elements Of Cin-Lorn”


clear the machine
see cloth
see colors
long drawn out numbers
yellow receipts
sprawled across glass
terrible pink
something, someone
challenging to think
crowds
know many by face
know more by name
had to take their name
order fulfillment
layaway and holds
money in hand
transaction closed
its hot outside
even though wind blows
leather backpacks
socks… mannequin to sequins
flowers and plaids
ribbons to plastic bags
buzzing like the Christmas season.
Miss in back
Miss in tow.
Seen many a nights
when these individuals
just go.
Sewing machines never gave up
better yet give out
needles and thread
irons steaming
eyes transfixed
aiming at heads
stapler, scissors, food
looking back
always seemed like a whirlwind
learnt of supply and demand
inventory
how and where to stand
business and how to size man
forward thinking
when it is ok to hoard
and how to establish
across the board

*****

This is me reminiscing about my younger days on the islands. My Aunt ran a uniform store and I would help her in the late summer when it got really busy. It was always a good thing showing support to the family and making the extra money. I wrote this when I got the news she had died last November. She will always be special to me. These times are in part what molded me…

As Always…

Stay Positive!