I Shall Return, Tribute to Claude McKay I shall return, I shall return again to gaze with wonder eyes at the Blue Mountains, at the Pussy Rock in the Rio Cobre Gorge, at sweet green soldiers of sugar cane marching swaying gently away to the far horizon, at the chill waters of Cave River dashing towards the Bull Bay sea, of ganja trees twelve feet high covered with moss aromatic sensimilia to transport and befuddle me as I escape momentarily reality; I shall return to immerse my old weary body in the gentle waves of the Caribbean sea and gaze lavisciously, salaciously at the nubile, svelte prominent behinds of shapes of Jamaican beauties knowing that I can never be successfully prosecuted for eye rape. Free Willie My mind, my essence, my intrinsic fundamental being, Encapsulated, entrapped, imprisoned, interminably confined, In a crystal matrix, in a rainbow prism of brilliant, scintillating light. Beyond hunger, beyond starvation, beyond feeling, beyond emotion, Beyond needs, beyond wants, beyond satisfying any and every desire, Beyond phobias, beyond intense anxieties, nameless fears or baseless frights. Beyond religious fervor, extremism or murderous terrorist fanaticism, Beyond baleful traditional ignorance, lack of education or other deliberately brainwashing debilitating blights. Beyond facile fraudulent frivolous illusions or massive burdensome delusions, Beyond irrational beliefs and ancient false befuddling ensorceling myths or other fantastic mind bending conditioning flights. Beyond all forms of petty crime, beyond drug abuse obfuscating while creating Societal order and control with mandatory jail sentences and merciless pitiless involuntary incarceration, Beyond violence, beyond savagery, beyond war potential nuclear holocausts, beyond guilt and extraordinary perennial genocides. Beyond manifest destinies, beyond tipping points and inevitable self destruction From the pernicious potentially catastrophic onset burning fossil fuels causing global warming. In suspended animation, aestivating, hibernating, pervasively humiliated, Divided, segmented, partitioned, fragmented patiently waiting For that so long awaited, so long anticipated Moment of complete extreme empowerment, of ultimate enduring enlightenment, Of emotional equilibrium, of unmitigated emancipation, of unrelieved realization That unrestricted positive development, freedom from poverty, homelessness and destitution. That hour of decision when that liberating civilizing choice and change confronts every one of us. When the wretched of this Earth attempt freedom, posit shattering the ubiquitous monolithic shackles of determinism, Attempt breaking the strings that make them puppets when they are on the march once again. Emboldened by accumulated knowledge by remorseless veracity to change the man or woman in their mirrors By telling the truth and doing the right thing as much as humanly possible And so becoming belatedly for the first time at last a majority of moral beings and voices of peace. Will you dare - find the courage to participate in the moral redemption of the human species, Will your friends and family answer the call to adapt to grow, will a majority of human kind? When the day of change dawns will you be there? When Sarah Brightman Sings When this Diva vocalizes she produces sounds So voluptuously, sybaritically, rapturously, infinitely wonderful That they ubiquitously compel, combine to become a magic carpet Wafting me into an orange, purple, iridescent, sunset striated firmament. I am rendered weightless, intangible a postulant of soaring flight On the crystalline fairy wings of her passionate love kissed harmonies. I am transported by the classic clarity and pristine purity Of opulent, luxurious notes that ostentatiously flatter and melliferously chime, As they oscillate and vibrate eerily and mysteriously Sensuously and salaciously imparting, impinging and impacting my tympanum. I become vicariously chilled and in joyful stasis and ecstasy Covered with goose bumps by her virtuosity, Fascinated, mesmerized and hypnotized by brilliant, exquisite melodies, So exotic and transcendent as to precipitate A totally comprehensively enthralled euphoric state. Mentally and emotionally swaying to the choreography Of scintillating, emphatically simpatico, ethereal rhythms, Enabling a quick, effortless escape and instantaneous passage Into a magnificent, fantastic and interminably esoteric paradise In which magical cherished domain I fervently wish to remain, To be incorporeally indefinitely languished until the twelfth of never. Addicted To, Unafraid of Adornments I exist marooned in a world of shining, scintillating, sparkling, gleaming glitz, One clinically, mortally addicted to, unafraid of unabashed adornments. Obsessed with camouflage, blatantly aesthetically ostentatiously committed to the superficial, With exotic raven black hair shorn from the very long pigtails Of foreigners mostly of Asian descent and extraction, Wigs, extensions, weaves and more recently braids and cane rows of African motif Which belatedly have become modish, stylish and politically correct. Botox shots and injections are the means relied on to permanently and effortlessly resist aging, Tummy tucks, face tightening and cosmetically vacuuming excess fat Precludes and obscures the necessity for healthy sweaty rigorous exercise That might cause the individual to smell not of exquisite exotic perfume That waft from long lasting underarm deodorants and aphrodisiac scents, But more like the natural odors under pressure of exertion the body exudes. Breasts may be real or surgically enhanced or acquired never easy to know which, The same applies to lengthy attractive eye lashes That may be coquettishly lowered or flirtatiously batted depending on the effect desired. Puckered lips are artistically crimson, or royally purple, or regally orange, or some other indeterminate shade Whatever is her or less frequently his artful, hubris directed pleasure. Make up inches deep that quite literally take hours to complete Emphasizing or casting shadows or dramatizing undistinguished never really memorable features, Or delineating eyes that salaciously enchant, balefully hypnotize or sensuously mesmerize. All combined with valuable even priceless items of jewelry carefully skillfully located distracting and abstracting Concealing and never quite revealing shady, deceitful, aberrant, or simply deficient personalities, Woeful lacks of real enduring character, of genuine beauty, That would reside inside if it existed and the observer was allowed this to perceive Deeply buried under that wholly artificial, completely contrived, Likely unintelligent, very expensive image external and outside. The Woman who feeds Squirrels I see her many mornings and together but strictly isolated and separate We witness mute, without gesture or acknowledgement, uncommunicative apparently oblivious of the other, The virgin, renewing birth and vertiginous dawn of the new day. Her engrossed and trapped in her daily charitable ritual, Always with her plastic bag pregnant with unshelled nuts, A familiar and benevolent specter and giver Of energy resources and a perennial everyday waiter For the squirrels who inhabit and frequent the library parking lot. But today quite noticeably and transcendentally she was transformed From dowdy, innocuous, though obvious unmistakable nature lover Into striking, attractive siren seductress and attention netter Her stylish blouse flaming red harmonizing, emphasizing, accentuating the brassy insouciant red of her hair, And I idly, hopefully wonder as I have observed her Was she subliminally also aware and wondering about me? A complete stranger demarcated and a little exposed but no less mysterious Because she engaged in her daily beneficent rite and ceremony. Which nonetheless prompted and ignited my idle curiosity about how her life must be? Was she starves as I was for affection and human sympathy? To an extent that persistently impelled and motivated her To reach out with unmitigated altruism with gifts and oblations To those small creatures unavailing neophytes recipients of her generosity. And the sudden change in demeanor and demonstration of feminine wiles and artistry Is it an indication that she is also wonders Is fascinated stimulated by my coincidental incidental proximity? WILLIAM EDWIN VIRTUE
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