Hindsight Book

LOVE - featuring Nadia Singh

2009-02-07T16:04:00.002-04:00

* Female:
Love
See right there, he loves me
Love
He loves me {continues to say “love” in background & he loves me @ times} *

Talking bout you loving me
Talking bout you loving me
Talking bout you loving me,
Loving me, you hating me [sang by me]

You,
Trust no
You!
You,
Who is that you?

Calloused face, smiling hands
Bleeding heart, crying hair
You,
Who are you?

Night yarns alone
Morning befalls
And carries fear

Fear of losing
Of wanting
Much of things to satisfy
Desires to cold to ignite

But you,
I Think I LLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL...
{Female: he loves me}
You!

You,
Born of unrequited love
Conditioned to refused
Loveless! Heartless! Hopeless!
But you,
I Think I still LLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL...
{Female: he loves me}
You!

I remember those times
Times when fine lines were whispered to ears that beckoned
It was supposed to be forever
It was supposed to be true
But you,
You!
I Think I LLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL...
{Female: he loves me}
You!

You,
You!
YOU!
Good for nothing, salary eating, gold digging, deceitfully bribing, obsessive compulsive, conniving, son of a bad mother for all crappy, nappy,
{Female: excuse me, he loves me}

Sweet, sexy,
Voluptuous, beautiful,
You,
Where is the love that I once knew?
But you,
I think I still LLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLove you,
Here it is, I said
I LOVE YOU,
{Female: you love me; he loves me}

But you,
Where is the love?
Where is the love?
Where is, the love that I once knew?
YOU!

Rather Hate You Than Love You

2009-01-11T17:37:00.003-04:00

I would rather hate you than love you
Because there are some things that I can’t go through
I would rather hate you than love you
Because I know I can’t stand it if you turn up not being you

I would rather hate you than love you
Instead of spending days and nights crying over you
I would rather hate you than love you
Instead of wondering where you are and what you do

I would rather hate you than love you
Instead of thinking if you feel the same about me as I about you
I would rather hate you than love you
Instead of questioning you and whether your love is true

I would rather hate you than love you
Instead of seeing you smile for another as if I meant nothing to you
I would rather hate you than love you
Instead of making plans for an Us without a U

I would rather hate you than love you
Instead of torturing myself for feeling the way that I do
I would rather hate you than love you
Instead of counting the days until I again see you

I would rather hate you than love you
Instead of hating every woman because they cannot be you
I would rather hate you than love you
If I could have anyone but could not have you

Truth or Lie

2009-01-10T08:38:00.003-04:00

If all I knew was a lie
Twisted truth do wickedness imply
Words no meaning certainty deny
Surreal speech reason belie

Truth enslaves purpose lie
That life I would live and die
Memories doped and passion cry
Reality betray my tears to try

A lie is truth compel comply
Friendship foe breath is shy
To be or not my mind standby
Question all I ask why

All that I know is a lie
A truth with purpose to untie
Exist in mystery love defy
Worthless to time hate underlie

If all I knew was a lie
What is life for me to try?

Fight

2009-01-10T08:10:00.002-04:00

Fight!
Fight!
Hi-sa-le!
Fight!
Lucians remain the same.
And students don’t change.
As the blows pass left, right and centre,
Fight!
Fight!
Is the tumult

Is it boy?
No! Girl!
And man, it is a fight

Cutlass, knife…
What am I hearing?
Young people want to kill?

Is that their uniform?
Oh! Even in school too?
Fight!
Fight!

And why?
It is de culcha
We like fight
We shout fight
We must see fight

School is no excite if no fight

Police cyan stop
Principal cyan stop

Why?
Cause we like fight
In school and out
We support by broadcasting fight
Running towards it

Oh! How wicked we are
For the love of fight

Me Vex

2008-12-20T19:09:00.001-04:00

Me vex
Me say dat me vex
See?
Me bloodclat vex!
Me nah hear nut'ing!
Cause me dan vex seen

Time Will Tell

2008-12-08T20:32:00.001-04:00

Time brings misery and mystery
Exposes weakness and ability
Imbues hope and tests faith
Restores love or nurtures hate

Time births new life and counts death
Afflicts with poverty and with wealth
Through it all, Time is still timeless
Unchanged through time

Fate

2008-11-09T19:25:00.003-04:00

I am Fate
That which you love to hate
The life I cease I hate to live
That which I know I grieve to own
My name I call sometimes alone
Miss me now my due I leave

Fallen Angel

2008-11-06T22:23:00.001-04:00

Whisky spurs my character be
Slicing dreams them that I see
Why do my sting, a venom expose?
Hopeless, perfunctory, imprisoning gnome
Whisky spurs my character be
The truth not told, the truth of me

We've come a long way

2008-10-20T18:31:00.002-04:00

From rainy days of running tears

To crushed bouquets of starry affairs

And windy roads dwindling to moonlit climes

Silhouetted promises in barren times

We’ve come a long way

Through ups and downs, trials and mistrials

Heartbreaks and headaches and languorous denials

Hard times when the tests were too great

Like writing an exam before being taught the lesson; it sealed our fate

We came, we saw, we conquered

We’ve come a long way

So,
This is my subtle farewell

Tribute to Sir John

2008-09-09T19:42:00.004-04:00

De man wit de land in he hand
Sir John,
Fada fe de nation
Hold sweet aberrant Lucia
Like a delicate rose fe a wife in de future.

Im fada all de independent babies
And im nurture da people out of slavery,
De fada falter
Im was not always right
But im wisdom is wa brought we out of de early fight.

De black belt under im belly
Buckle da potency fe fix fighter aberrations
An now im ready fe leave im legacy
De man with de land in he hand
Sir John.

PS: now de papa is gone physically
but im live in we a promise
let im legend remain eternal
an im life immortal.

De man wit de land in he hand:
Sir John George Melvin Compton
(Papa)

-- first Written on July 22nd, 2007 at 12:34PM
PS added after his death
Performed during Creative Vibes at Celebrity Sports Bar,
Gros Islet, St. Lucia

RUDE BOY REALITY

2008-08-27T17:10:00.002-04:00

With a Biggy Smalls literary philosophy

And a Tupac Shakur immortal imagery

Rude Boy life is a harsh reality

An enumeration of the living in a colour-clad prophecy

Where guns talk more than tongues of dope

Sniffed blood instead of mounds of coke

That space where the first matters more than the last breath

A place that time has ceased and love is ruled by death

Manhood and respect is bled from the gun

Liquated valour injected by comforting needles

But hid from the sun

Hid at times where the life owned is at threat

Otherwise, that which is marked gets greet by the blade or the bullet

That unwanted realism lavishly decorated on mammonists

Perpetuated by high-profile idealism

Conjured with pomp by trigger-happy hands and sensationalists

An actuality we utterly despise

Yet harbour when it hits close to home then close our eyes

That prospect of progress and success which consumes the young

Builds hope, imbues faith, then murders through mental transudation

It burns to fumes that siege the surrounding air of consideration

Then suffocates dreams and aspires to intellectual constipation

Rude Boy Reality sieves through our calamitous truth

That which maims, victimizes and kills the youth

An era void of desired choice opportunities

But offers sinister limitless possibilities

A reality we fuel day and night as time goes by

One which may never part

As long as there remains a day to die

That reality where weeping mothers still sit to cry

One which does all, but lie

WE LIVE, WE LOVE, WE DIE

2008-08-27T17:09:00.002-04:00

Loneliness will always be loneliness
After all, it always feels the same.
Through sickness, sadness or happiness
It cuts through the soul and prolongs the pain.

The life we live we hate, we make or enjoy
Most times we perceive, deceive, dictate or destroy.
In meaningful times we perpetuate its purpose
In lowly times, we often feel like it’s worthless.

Though we are supposed to live to love
Or rather to love to live,
We do hope for scintillating wit from above
To give something we don’t easily truly receive.

So we choose to love at the right time and for the right reasons
Otherwise, the feelings are benign or come with certain seasons.
We choose to take a risk or risk to take it all
Cause when we’re hardest hit comes the hardest fall.

Above all we live, then we love and we die
Try as we may, it all comes to an end as we in a box lie.
To be placed six feet under, then erased from active memory
Hope to go to a place yonder, but become just a part of history.

Yes we die,
To own a grave in which we lie
For we had loved in a life we did not deny.
And fair is fair, so we must believe
That love is life, we die to receive.

Yes,
The best thing is to die whilst you’re alive
Only then you know that your love will live and truly survive.
So, please live, die, then love and live
Cause love is once, life is twice and death conceives

RECREATING HISTORY

2008-08-27T17:05:00.004-04:00

I stand tall on a mountain and I see
Brothers and sisters rise and fall indiscriminately
For slavery days have come, gone and past
Yet the enslaved mentality is here to last

I hear clamouring for an identity
Whilst self has become a societal entity
I see a fight for liberty and prosperity
At the cost of integrity, morality and individuality

I see that eyes are colour-blind to the blindness of the rest
Yet
I see you, and I see me
Just recreating history

{ you and me, just recreating history [* 4], bridge: hum [la la la + hum * 4]

From Paul Laurence Dunbar’s “We Wear the Mask piece”
To Martin Luther King’s “I Have a Dream” speech
I too have dreams which
Like them, will not live to see it
And as it stands
The situation is still shit

From Willie Ricks’ “Black Power”
To Stephen Biko’s “Black is Beautiful”
I too assert two-word dissertations in times of affliction
In the name of Emancipation as I remember the Mother Nation

But brothers
Sisters,
Which one of you
Execute the intention

From Rodney King’s relentless beating
To Rosa Parks hesitant sitting
I see Brigands, Freedom Fighters,
Survivors

But yet,
From Yasus Afari’s “Wind, Rush, Banana Boat”
To Bob Marley’s “Redemption Song”
I see mental incarceration, addiction
And system prostitution of the same ones fighting for liberation

When, when, when, when
{*change melody*}

When will I be free?
When will you be free?
What do we fight for?
When will freedom come?

[{*chorus: when will freedom come?*} {*when will thy will be done?*} *4]

George Jackson, Leonard Deadwyler,
Nelson Mandela, Mutabaruka
When will freedom come?
What the F*** is emancipation?

Submerged in inverse racism
Perpetuating fascism
What is emancipation?
If we are still suffering from mental incarceration

[{you and me, just recreating history + hum [la la la [* 4]