My birth-Feet

I thought I was looking for answers to my life

In actuality, I suppose I am not

These Intuitions again

Just ringing in my ears

Tellin I to find that fatherly figure dear

He chose not to be there

Or perhaps he did

My motherly does not know all anymore

So how the hell should I know

What happened that famous day

The day It was manipulated to be birth

My Story, today

I taught I was was looking for answers to my life

In actuality, I am not

This intuition again

Rounding in my ear

Telling me to find that fatherly figure again

He chosed not to be there

Or perhaps he did,

My motherly figure does not know, her forgetful way surges again

So, how in the world should I know

What happened that famous day

When I was conceived

Perhaps a manly man you are

I could have learned a lot from your looks though

I made some mistakes, you were not there so, it caused me to lick a man’s toe

Only you could have stopped it they say

But my heart is perhaps yours, indeed

A Big Idea

We have all heard before that it’s never a good idea to put all your eggs in one basket.

In reality, should we follow this advice?

Sometimes we have not choices when this world closes in on our foreheads

I have spent 4 long months in this beautiful land called Guyana

A land surrounded by many drinks of water, off the eastern shores

The Amazon is part of it, as it burns too and from

They say it’s mostly on the Brazilian side of it.

It’s an apocalypse in san Paulo for sixteen days or more.

There’s no stopping this burning desire to reconcile with the others

Voodoo, witchcraft is the question of what I want to dwindle on in the hour

Guyana is a booming land filled with natural resources that can bring even the universe to its knees

One thing that I have observed is that the people are still plagued with monstrosities.

People are still participating in what is known as witchcraft

It’s a way of holding people back

Killing the other one’s souls

Crying to their Gods to bring people home to them

Mystical behavior is what some may want

As to intertwine between spirits and to bring disgrace

Dry bones are what it is

Let this land rise again

My little home town was so beautiful when I left, New Amsterdam

It’s a hidden gem, do not go and disgrace it again

And may all the spirits that are gone, rest in peace.

A life we focus on and may good and evil reign-eth no more

I always will say, if you come not in peace, do not say how do you do…I will understand

I have grown to love this land again😊