Love.
Hate.
I hate Love.
Probably because it grasps me so and won't let go.
Loose me from your grasp!
It chokes me with a warmth that soothes with
Such, sweet, agony.
It's pleasure is my pain - hurting to perfection.
There's nothing left - loving me relentlessly
Loving me to death.
My life was in you.
Tempting me with tastes that torment when taken away,
But I am here. Naked. Shivering before you.
Cold winds hiss, delighting in spite to crush my will.
Yet I won't succumb to ungodly rule.
I've come to realize, these lies but only speak the truth
Of what you fear in me. Fear in me!
You hear in me, though I do not say a word;
And still I reach my arms to you and will not let you go.
I will not let you go.
Hate me? Maybe so.
I will... not!
Love.
I'm writing to, and for you tonight.
Because this... is all I have.
And even so, the blade I'm given
Cannot cut the depths
Of how I feel.
And I don't want to feel... this!
So I 'm writing to you now.
I will not write of her - not yet,
For in those... words - if they
Exist or could be ever uttered,
Would bring about my very death
In one instant. A good death!
That I am moving closer -
Take in all of these... words.
I've said too much and far too less
And need not make
Of what others call "sense".
But those... who have been touched by
The essence masked within
The craft of what I claim to be,
Know the love inside of me
Flirts within, but lies outside of what
This... mind can barely fathom!
I give my all and nothing simply because I am
As much, not less I want to be; but
Daily find myself falling - failing at every
Attempt.
This... is the life for me?
In this... I pray a seed is planted
Of what this... love should be.
I stand in the Presence of what I've been searching
Feeling only now that, maybe it's always been there
What now? My body trembles... trembles.
Confused as to if it be delight or fear
I am addicted in an instant, yet bear no guilt
And crave a fix of what I am already feeding
Before I've had my full, I am begging for a fill.
It's this same drug that I'm forever pleading:
"More, give me more. I want more!"
And then this voice... gently whispers
Night Moon, I call on you to sing!
Sing a song as I lay down awaiting dreams.
Tell of adventures from times long ago
Of heroes fighting for love and a place where souls can grow.
Night Moon, it's the sweetness of your voice that delights
My heart to thump in anticipation of dark nights.
And we are one. United with you in each day most well spent
Pushing for dreams as I dream of your song
That no ears have heard like this before.
Sing to me Night Moon!
Sing your song to me again once more.
Why was I born? To carry this burden...
Fitting nicely on my back.
Heap on!
Took my vow - nah go bow!
Just ask me how? Secrets I cannot know.
But I know, relatively speaking, that
Time is no master of mine.
Where am I to go in this jungle of brick and stone?
I roam as a king without a throne
But i am not alone. I am not alone.
Convince me against my convictions
That I do not speak the truth!
Otherwise, we are all living a lie.
I've given up all within my very being
And yet still I love... more than I could fathom.
Being.
That's all I have (at least right now)
And share with you. Do you feel... me?
It may not be much, but I give.
It is everything.
Isn't it?
I am in love. But this love of mine bears no name. She calls me. Tender whispers that like light winds, brush against my soul. Helpless. Where shall I run to that which has no face? Straining my eyes - see only a faint image. Do not torture with your teases. Come closer, speak louder! Searching the eyes of passers by, and hoping that voice within is the same. Tell me your name? Let me touch your soft skin. These lips have been saved for your lips and my Kiss! Wanting nothing more or less than the voice that calls me. You are in love. Can you hear me calling? Quiet your mind for a minute or two... there. Here I am and will always be. This... will never die!
Sink your roots deep within the warmth of my soil
The moist dark earth feeds love all around you.
Dig deep within the blackness, the work well worth it's toil
Then just lay and rest in me - enjoy this love that's true.
Your skin is silk with softness and blessed your body firm
Now blowing in the summer breeze - light kisses from sun's rays
are planted on your glowing face, I'd like to take a turn;
But I lay low beneath the earth in darkness all these days.
Yet all these days are night to me, and lived a life of death
Until your seeds were planted deep, now know why I'm alive
Resuscitating all my life, you are my every breath
Go deeper still, I beg you! May our love forever thrive.
You are the plant of my life, growing strong these summer days
But deeper still you grow within, and fills my soul with praise!
Sweet sister, I realize that something has been placed Inside of me - a love for you from outside of me. Where has it been all this time and can it be traced? Throughout this world, no where and no man's eyes can see. Now the heart of my soul is awaken From the sound of your soft voice that soothes That calls to mind a time and place long gone and forsaken Not held in past, but present... and future - it moves And so moved I am for this thing that can never die Though so long and silent, it's always been and will ever be. Dance with me again my dear, your hand in mine we'll fly Above all rain's tears, a place where souls fly free
Turn back to the Love we love - to the road filled with blood and pain Embrace again Who still loves you, and forever will remain.
i'm listening to music again. sometimes as i'm in the process of creating, i just cleanse myself from as much sound within my control. but now and unexpectedly, my culture made a surprise return visit in the form of "Bad Card", a song written by Robert Nesta Marley on the Uprising album. i remember the album because when i first heard this tune, i had to get my own, purchased in Kingston, Jamaica (land we love). this is not one of Marley's more popular and commercial of tracks, but it should always have been. "Bad Card" holds so much sentiment and emotion that has just burst back in my life - as if i hit an oil line that had been considered dry a fairly long time. (as i write, i listen to this song on constant repeat.) so how did this song just explode back into my conscious? i was spending time at a friends apartment in Brooklyn. we were just chillin' out to his extensive and eclectic music from his mac. he had no specific playlist, but randomly i heard some Marley. but then this... "Bad Card" came on and it took me to one very memorable moment.
does not music place you back to certain moments of life? even as i listen now, i am a youth again, walking the streets of Kingston, enjoying the heat of the day and the smells of roast breadfruit and pan chicken sold cheap on the summertime streets. i listen more... and i am but a child who finds this one record of Bob Marley, "Natty Dread". my parents? strict and ol' school, yet even they couldn't turn their eyes away from a fellow countryman who changed the world with his voice. my parents didn't encourage the use of "us" speaking pat-wah. for that was not how "we" spoke. but it was funny to hear them move far away from this when me, or either my brother or sister were being punished. and when guests came over it all started out proper, but a few white rum and cokes, or Guinness and Red Stripes later, that all fell by the wayside.
Natty Dread was my first introduction to Bob Marley and his music. i don't remember my age, but i was well under 8 years of age when i found and took it into my room, locked the door and listened over and over again - each song a multiple of times. (like now!) i would listen to that record for hours at a time for nights on end. you know those points in a song that make you... when you hear it, you want to hold on to it forever? sometimes there's a build up to it and then that moment... and then it's gone! so i have to listen to it again. i want to get inside it. be in it and keep that moment or moments for ever. this album had all the lyrics in the record sleeve and, although it wasn't accurate, i learned every song. i wrote out all the lyrics on a pad of yellow legal paper that my father allowed me to use. i wanted to evoke his soul! Bob Marley was entering me as i dissected every aspect of what made him who he has been to all that come in contact with his music. i was studying this man, though i did not know it at the time - playing this record over and over again; holding the cover and looking at all the pictures and trying to understand - to see the soul rebel within those eyes.
i still never really defined what it was that i was doing as a child that still follows me even now. still craving that note, or those notes that lead to that one note or moment i can't ever hold on to. how about the way one inflects his or her voice in a way that is just... right. but i still love the challenge to capture or experience that... thing that it does to me and hold it forever. always fleeting, but still grasping... over and over again.
now i'm "back a yaad": Jamaica. i am in my teens and this time is special! because Jamaica has qualified for the world cup for the 1st time and my father had acquired tickets for us with some friends in a box right next to P.J. Paterson, our prime minister at the time. i don't quite remember if we had already qualified or not, but tensions were not high, and we seemed to have had enough points even with a tie. there were murmurings about three players from England and the premiere league, but because they were of Jamaican descent were able to represent. it was a good thing because they were good and organized, so i don't know what all the fuss was about.
we made it to Jamaica National Stadium! my (half) brother and his wife were there as well as "Uncle" Dennis, a close family friend. i remember being in that stadium before. running for Olympic trials as a 400 meter hurdler. the place was packed with everyone wearing the countries colors with great pride. ah, the people - my people! music is the heartbeat of the people, and the speaker boxes were stacked high and played as often as there was no action on the field. it was a party before, during and after the game. i had to have my father get some pepper shrimp they were selling and downed a Guinness or two. my father is a different person when in Jamaica. he is happy and seems more... free.
the game went along great and i was enjoying the experience. now it is half time and the players have left the field. but i could never predict or expect to believe what just was about to happen. the selector, or dj, played "Bad Card"! sounds simple at first - for the stadium was filled with all sorts of great tunes playing time and again. but when this song played, it transcended the whole stadium to unity in one instant. the song starts with just a few measures of music, and then that voice: "dem a - go tired fi see we face, can't get we out of the race..." the crowd erupted, but in sync and in a rhythm that only Jamaicans possess! the words speak so much more in those two lines that can be written down. as the "massives" move and sung to this song, i too, danced and sung along, honored knowing i was apart of something very unique and special. this little country, this island that can not and will not be ignored by the world remains and thrives and defies all odds and obstacles without any apologies. when a tune does what "Bad Card" did that day, only one thing can happen. it is traditional for the selector to wheel that track back and play it again.
he builds it up to a point and then it halts and then is replayed with great fan fair. hmm... this sounds familiar. maybe he understands that we all long for that one moment that we wish could hold on to and would last for ever. he did this over and over again as there was no protest. i was filled with so much pride, joy and excitement to watch my people - to be apart of a rich culture that "they" just cannot get "we" out of the race. the song speaks of a game where one of the players draws a bad card, but this... was a great moment!
When approached to present a performance piece for the opening exhibit entitled, "Preludes" to be performed at the Salt Space in Manhattan, I decided to take on the emotional mindset of Jesus Christ as he made His way to the Garden of Gethsemane. I consider this a daring challenge, and as such, I could not pass up.
I wanted to wrestle with the thoughts and struggles while in the garden that He (Jesus) endured between His "humanness" and His "Godness". Knowing His mission from before the beginning of time, and now with the time now upon Him, how greatly He revealed this duality in such an intimate setting. Jesus was sorrowful to the point of death! Sweats of blood! He cries out to His Father to have to have Him excused from the very point of His earthly calling. Why?
There is power in a single spoken word. Music is also a power that moves the soul. "Poetry In Music" is poetry in motion to music and the marriage between the two.
Singer/Songwriters Brooke Campbell and Jason Harrod were joined by poets L.L Barkat & Maxidus to present this unique approach of words and song to New York City at the Bowery Poetry Club. This special evening was presented by Zoae Arts!
From out of chaos and anticipation, words are spoken. Silence... Poetry alone is given in its rawest and purest form. As the poems continue and the poets alternate turns, music emerges! Musicians from the first performer's band began weaving into the words with improvisation of what the poet presented, interacting with and reacting to words. As the poets interchange, musicians will one by one add to the setting until all is filled with full sounds and words. In this clip we feature the Poets L.L. Barkat and Maxidus as they present their work in the 1st reading.
"Poetry In Music" was held on the night of the 17th of September, 2010.
If dreams be all I have and love, then I am truly rich. Can they be held within these arms of mine? Or will I sink in quicksand, or rot within the ditch? Awaiting for that outstretched hand, or a saving vine. A line is all I ask of you, I feel our dream has died And living only as I sleep, then death will be my wake. My cries! My cries all but ignored, though weary I have tried Am I alone? Can no one see and lay a hand to take? In stillness I recall a time when heaven fell on earth And in these arms and with these lips, love sealed within My Kiss Now with these eyes I wait to see me rise up from this hell A dream that just will not let go. The dream that you will miss!
As one who seeks some treasure, now holds to something new; The dream in me is yet alive, though it has died in you.
Performance: April 23, 2011 6p at Salt Space: 1158 Broadway, New York City
When approached to present a performance piece for the opening exhibit entitled, “Preludes” to be performed at the Salt Space in Manhattan, I decided to take on the emotional mindset of Jesus Christ as he made His way to the Garden of Gethsemane. I consider this a daring challenge, and as such, I could not pass up.
Research began with Biblical texts from the four gospels as well as Peter Gabriel's music on the Passion. I also focused on Mel Gibson's movie version that starts the opening scene in the Garden. Having performed in Israel, I also draw on the memories of that environment: its culture and long history. This is probably the most physical and intense of performances I have taken on in dance, and all this on hard wood floors.
This is also a collaborative effort with percussionist and drummer, Anthony Taddeo. I wanted to have him present sounds that were not as what the western ear traditionally hears.
Anthony uses a 5 piece drum set, a Cajon from Peru, and a frame drum from North Africa. He uses a combination of different beaters depending on the emotion that is being evoked and the tempo; and trying to find the balance between interaction with the dancer and what he feels the music is trying to convey through an amazing story.
Mickey Miklos’ handling of the lighting in this performance greatly enhances the mood of the piece. He transfixes the space and lights the walls that casts haunting shadows of the performer; with deep dark colors surrounded by complete darkness, Mickey’s skill has helped provide an eerie and intense feel.
I wanted to wrestle with the thoughts and struggles while in the garden that He (Jesus) endured between His “humanness” and His “Godness”. Knowing His mission from before the beginning of time, and now with the time now upon Him, how greatly He revealed this duality in such an intimate setting. Jesus was sorrowful to the point of death! Sweats of blood! He cries out to His Father to have to have Him excused from the very point of His earthly calling. Why?
i'm listening to music again. sometimes as i'm in the process of creating, i just cleanse myself from as much sound within my control. but now and unexpectedly, my culture made a surprise return visit in the form of "Bad Card", a song written by Robert Nesta Marley on the Uprising album. i remember the album because when i first heard this tune, i had to get my own, purchased in Kingston, Jamaica (land we love). this is not one of Marley's more popular and commercial of tracks, but it should always have been. "Bad Card" holds so much sentiment and emotion that has just burst back in my life - as if i hit an oil line that had been considered dry a fairly long time. (as i write, i listen to this song on constant repeat.) so how did this song just explode back into my conscious? i was spending time at a friends apartment in Brooklyn. we were just chillin' out to his extensive and eclectic music from his mac. he had no specific playlist, but randomly i heard some Marley. but then this... "Bad Card" came on and it took me to one very memorable moment.
does not music place you back to certain moments of life? even as i listen now, i am a youth again, walking the streets of Kingston, enjoying the heat of the day and the smells of roast breadfruit and pan chicken sold cheap on the summertime streets. i listen more... and i am but a child who finds this one record of Bob Marley, "Natty Dread". my parents? strict and ol' school, yet even they couldn't turn their eyes away from a fellow countryman who changed the world with his voice. my parents didn't encourage the use of "us" speaking pat-wah. for that was not how "we" spoke. but it was funny to hear them move far away from this when me, or either my brother or sister were being punished. and when guests came over it all started out proper, but a few white rum and cokes, or Guinness and Red Stripes later, that all fell by the wayside.
Natty Dread was my first introduction to Bob Marley and his music. i don't remember my age, but i was well under 8 years of age when i found and took it into my room, locked the door and listened over and over again - each song a multiple of times. (like now!) i would listen to that record for hours at a time for nights on end. you know those points in a song that make you... when you hear it, you want to hold on to it forever? sometimes there's a build up to it and then that moment... and then it's gone! so i have to listen to it again. i want to get inside it. be in it and keep that moment or moments for ever. this album had all the lyrics in the record sleeve and, although it wasn't accurate, i learned every song. i wrote out all the lyrics on a pad of yellow legal paper that my father allowed me to use. i wanted to evoke his soul! Bob Marley was entering me as i dissected every aspect of what made him who he has been to all that come in contact with his music. i was studying this man, though i did not know it at the time - playing this record over and over again; holding the cover and looking at all the pictures and trying to understand - to see the soul rebel within those eyes.
i still never really defined what it was that i was doing as a child that still follows me even now. still craving that note, or those notes that lead to that one note or moment i can't ever hold on to. how about the way one inflects his or her voice in a way that is just... right. but i still love the challenge to capture or experience that... thing that it does to me and hold it forever. always fleeting, but still grasping... over and over again.
now i'm "back a yaad": Jamaica. i am in my teens and this time is special! because Jamaica has qualified for the world cup for the 1st time and my father had acquired tickets for us with some friends in a box right next to P.J. Paterson, our prime minister at the time. i don't quite remember if we had already qualified or not, but tensions were not high, and we seemed to have had enough points even with a tie. there were murmurings about three players from England and the premiere league, but because they were of Jamaican descent were able to represent. it was a good thing because they were good and organized, so i don't know what all the fuss was about.
we made it to Jamaica National Stadium! my (half) brother and his wife were there as well as "Uncle" Dennis, a close family friend. i remember being in that stadium before. running for Olympic trials as a 400 meter hurdler. the place was packed with everyone wearing the countries colors with great pride. ah, the people - my people! music is the heartbeat of the people, and the speaker boxes were stacked high and played as often as there was no action on the field. it was a party before, during and after the game. i had to have my father get some pepper shrimp they were selling and downed a Guinness or two. my father is a different person when in Jamaica. he is happy and seems more... free.
the game went along great and i was enjoying the experience. now it is half time and the players have left the field. but i could never predict or expect to believe what just was about to happen. the selector, or dj, played "Bad Card"! sounds simple at first - for the stadium was filled with all sorts of great tunes playing time and again. but when this song played, it transcended the whole stadium to unity in one instant. the song starts with just a few measures of music, and then that voice: "dem a - go tired fi see we face, can't get we out of the race..." the crowd erupted, but in sync and in a rhythm that only Jamaicans possess! the words speak so much more in those two lines that can be written down. as the "massives" move and sung to this song, i too, danced and sung along, honored knowing i was apart of something very unique and special. this little country, this island that can not and will not be ignored by the world remains and thrives and defies all odds and obstacles without any apologies. when a tune does what "Bad Card" did that day, only one thing can happen. it is traditional for the selector to wheel that track back and play it again.
he builds it up to a point and then it halts and then is replayed with great fan fair. hmm... this sounds familiar. maybe he understands that we all long for that one moment that we wish could hold on to and would last for ever. he did this over and over again as there was no protest. i was filled with so much pride, joy and excitement to watch my people - to be apart of a rich culture that "they" just cannot get "we" out of the race. the song speaks of a game where one of the players draws a bad card, but this... was a great moment!
When I met her... again, at once I gazed in her eyes Needing confirmation in the thing that never lies. Had I created in her... a sort of super woman friend? At last I'll know that what was lived was not merely pretend. My heart beat fast as did my legs the closer I did come A figure of this wild beauty, she had to be the one And at first glance the truth had won - a power that was more Much more than did my mind create - much greater than before. The world spun round as I did her in my arms off the ground And will she ever know she symbols something I have found?
New York can be a lonely place for any determined artist, especially one that has always cherished family. i was living in the upper east side at the time and was just feeling... well, maybe not home sick per se. it's just that most of my closest friends and loved ones are scattered all over the world. i am so driven in my work and often times perplexed. it takes so much of my time that casual socializing is a distant after thought. who has time for that when there's a world to conquer! i'm quite content with my situation for the most part, because i always say (or convince myself) that i would rather be alone than to waste time with superficial acquaintances. don't get me wrong, i love the good friends i have made in the city (as busy as these over-achievers are), but there are those that are so special to me, that i wish they were here more times than not. but at the oddest times i am reminded of this when i get an email, text, facebook or skype message. i even made friends with one that bbm's me from Spain. it is in these odd times that i realize the true strength in what i have no matter how isolated i've been or how far away they may be. true love and closeness is farther reaching than any distance or time!
on several occasions i would take walks a block or two away to this convenient store nearby. there was a deli just a few feet away that i started boycotting because they charged almost $4.00 for a Cadbury's Fruit & Nut chocolate bar and almost $8.oo for one sleeve of Oreo cookies. the extra 1 1/2 blocks walk was defiantly well worth it.
i always passed by the Blockbuster store in order to get to the deli i had chosen over the one nearby. ah! the bright blue lights brought back memories of times when (at least) i think there was less preoccupation with pressure or the stress that is life. there was no such thing as Netflix, so on weekends while in grade school, i would often spend it over friends where the only thing that was stressing was how much fun and adventure we could squeeze in within a night and two days. i had a ritual when entering this magic movie land. i always started from the end of the alphabet and made my way around to the beginning - narrowing my search with a mental note of my favorites and taking up the movies that only had 1 or 2 remaining on the shelf. the other trick i learned was to ask the front desk about the recent returns. sometimes you would get a nice lucky gem that would otherwise be considered out, before they restocked them onto the shelves.
i remembered! i remembered the excitement and anticipation that i had in going, and also maybe even getting an expensive single bag of microwave popcorn just in case we had run out of what we had at home. i would also have to throw in a vanilla coke as an extra treat as well. (that became my favorite choice when cravings rose for junk food.)
well, i passed by this Blockbuster a few times too many! daring to go in, but saying to myself that at this day and age it was not in the least worth it. and why would anyone want to walk into a store when you can have a movie sent to your doorsteps, or just stream it right to your tv... but this night was different and i wanted not to think about my career and the work and the sacrifice that comes with much isolation. this night i wanted to re-live a time it seemed i was constantly smiling - smiling and shining inside and out, and not caring about much of anything else! when i entered, the salesman said hello as they are made to do, but i took it with a conscious sense of such great appreciation as i gave an extra effort in kindness and extending the brief conversation. i went in and picked out my movies - starting as i did before, from the end of the alphabet and making my way around. my insides were all a-stir as i made it my point to indulge in this joyful homage to happy past memories and purchased 3 overpriced rentals, got the Act II Movie Theatre Butter popcorn and a giant size pack of Gummie Bears... and of course i got a vanilla coke! my night was nothing less than a blockbuster!!!
This is the day for the love pretender Of which I will not take part Once I too, an inadequate offender When loved... I with all my heart. No more shall prove a love that is A thing so vast, now inside of me Agree that you may never, My Kiss Afraid of what your eyes can't see. I make no pleas, for I a lesser fool This day not lived in vanity Freedom is the only rule And Love is Freedom's key.
The dreamer still dreams though locked in cage Longing to ride winds invisible waves Will he fly? One day, one day - future hard to gauge Future? Now! And is now all he craves. Sitting in silence, inside's all a roar Uncertain, but searching a path and escape His fate? He waits, can he take it much more? Fear wrestles Hope sending chills up his nape. He wants to escape, but Time he awaits Learning the hard way his struggle's in vain To think one can lock within prisons and gates Free souls flying higher through turmoil and pain. Tis insane how this dreamer still dreams in cage Locked in cage, but riding winds waves He is riding winds waves... there is no cage The future? Now!
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