Kreative Korner

  Like a shame old lady, your body caves with every touch, Legs shaking, eyes rolling, but I haven't even done much. The evidence of your lust has completely flooded your thighs, And at    this point, I really don't care, if the neighbors hear your cries. Your moans and groans orchestrated in a never-ending symphony, Introducing my kinks to yours, arresting your body, charged with scrutiny. Your body starts quivering, as you seek to find the facts, Ignoring all your questions, as I lather your body in wax. Drip by drip you seem to get the idea, Then spanking you with a bang, bringing pleasure to onomatopoeia. The candle lit green, and you did as you were told, The pied piper playing, as I quickly switch from hot to cold. The chills from my fingertips, all over your body that you felt, Sending chills down your spine, trickling down as they melt. Vanilla and cinnamon, pervaded and perfumed our proximity, Sprinkled with lavender, mesmerizingly adding fervor to our vicinity. ...

"Come yah so and don't move," a deep voice said, The nozzle of an M16 rifle caressed the left temple of my head. Camouflaged suits, stood distinctively in the pitch-black, Maneuvering through the yard, they huddled back to back. "Weh yuh name?" Who an' you live?" The questions came plenty, My face was contoured with shock and blushed with fright like makeup done by Fenty. But, like a Dreaming Black Boy, I sent the hindrances on snooze, Athletically completed; the yardie Langston Hughes. Walking out in a uniform, they were captivated by my essence, The green and black on my crest immediately took precedence. Wondering who will come out next, I felt like Mo Farah, As I quote "Once Upon a Time"- Gabriel Okara. The many faces for different places, that I learned to wear, As I trod the streets with confidence, and not that of fear.  

 Heroin, cocaine, crack nor even meth, Would be able to adequately explain, the meaning of your untimely death Your essence still lingers, and your hugs on my body, forever will remain, Dopamine and serotonin, your voice awakes the chambers of my brain. Accepting the reality, I often equivocate, Cerebrum in tact ? Cerebellum, what's your state ? Our journey together, may have been lost on avenue Hippocampus, My limbic system crashing, heart deflating like a rhombus. Looking through the windows of your soul, watching more pain unwraps, Leering into void, my mouth speaking only gasps. Many years in the making, our love was like our grind, Insecurities, vices and flaws, no wonder love is blind. Do I still love you ? You know I can't pretend, Let me hear your voice again, so I know it's not the end.  

My brother's a Pro noun, but  he doesn't hate them , Except, when smoking tobacco, marinated with a little blem'. They, Them, Us, We , are now becoming Extra-ordinary, Even babies are born blank, making them non-binary. "Genders and sexes don't share the same plate!" Make this mistake once, Gas light! Infuriate! Verbs and adverbs may describe their actions, Adjectives too, but may cause infractions. But, when the scope's on them, their answers would deflect, And for your stance on the matter, they would often interject. Onomatopoeia's though, they enter with a bang! Undoubtedly flamboyant, while making a new slang. The views of the masses, the often openly oppose,  Being born one way and living another- their lives they juxtapose.

  So...because she’s a woman, you call her a hoe?                                        But if it was your friend, you’d call him Joe? Degrading and demolishing her worth, by calling her a slut, But on the other hand you smile and gloat with your egotistical mutt? Just one of the things me refuse fi comprehend, So mek me take di time, so likkle knowledge me can lend Cause Wah goes fi di goose, also goes fi di gander Same actions from both, but why only one get slander? Piling up bodies, reacting on lust Then remorseful after, because them never make you bust Just like di workplace manager weh make she feel incompetent, Because she nuh bearded, grey and have much physical strength. Just like Joe, she can do anything that seem impossible, After all, she’s a woman, and them far more responsible. But, the double standard is not only on one si...

 Jamaica! My Island home, Me love Kingston although me come from Frome. Jamaica! My Island Yawd, When we inna trouble, we call pon we lawd. From Shelly-Ann Fraser, yo Usain Bolt, Bob and the Wailers, or even John Holt. Whether pon di or inna music, Me can bet and win, Jamaicans naa refuse it. Hand cyart, truck back a di best joy ride, While eating coconut drops till we clyde. But, that little island full of trees, Painted with white sandy beaches and chilled with the tropical breeze. The home of ebonies standing on feet of gold, With thick luscious lips, from whence stories unfold. Uncle Sam, you can take your bed of foam, I'm going to Jamaica, MY Island Home. 

 Adidja Palmer and his accomplice, Made a travesty of Jamaica's justice. Doing the things, then he lied, Evidence proved that lizard had died. The scent of carrions winnows from his house, Isolating him behind bars, leaving his spouse. Although behind bars he contains his fitness, Even being pressured by the prosecution's witness. But, living the life of an active apologist, He takes the stage as the greatest lyricist. Showing people he has an effervescent personality. He relates his lyrics to that of reality. Although people refer to him as that fractious thing, He will always be remembered as the lyrical KING!

 I can still feel the chills when he kisses my thighs, As I use the foundation to cover up my lies. To get a tsunami of pleasure, I'm in some amount of luck, While he braces me against  the bonnet of his hand me down pick up truck. Very different from his senior, who was all hat, no cattle  Agile and vigorous, hesitating not when preparing for battle. Adonis reincarnated, this God was corn-fed, Taking me whenever, wherever, excepting on the bed. My days without a hoedown I'd definitely pitch a hissy fit, 'Cause Lord Jesus knows only he can find my clit. Giddy up cowboy, I need a wrangler on my booty, Cowgirl? Reverse cowgirl? Or you want to motorboat my boobies? 'Cause come hell or high water you're gonna ride through this valley, As I decompress like them city girls in a dark alley. Y'all, I still remember how we got to this stage, That very evening, when Adonis had come of age. A day and night engulfed in pleasurable fun, Quickly came to an end, as he was my h...

      T here once lived a crocodile that was afraid of water, and all his friends called him ‘Scaredie Cat.”             S caredie Cat lived with his wife and three kids on the banks of the River Nile in Africa.                     A ll day, his wife and kids would swim and play in their back-yard, begging him to join them.                             S ome days, his children, Fearless, Daredevil and Enigma, would all try to wrestle their father to have a swim with them.       B ut Scaredie Cat was too afraid of the dangers that lurked in the murky waters of his back-yard.               O ne day, as he was having a bath and whis...

          It was that time. Delroy had reached a pivotal point in his life, as he is about to complete his right of passage of transitioning to the after-life. He had been under the tutelage of his parents, as they tried grooming him to become one of the most fearsome duppies in the district. Inevitably, both parents wanted him to be just like them, which unfortunately had him in a pretty precarious position. His mother Matty, was the infamous duppy that haunted and tormented the people of the district. According to villagers, she would usually claim her place under the big banana tree that covered the stop sign at the end of the road. Apparently, this was her usual hang out spot for many years before she died. Matty was a miserable young woman. Her neighbor's and the other villagers were shocked to the discovery of how young she was after seeing her obituary, which completely contradicts the age she portrays on a daily basis. She executed the decorum and rapp...