my favourite poem ..

Mya Angelou has always been my favourite poet, for reasons quite obvious..
So its only natural, that I do honour her with my most favourite piece of writing, a poem of hers, thats been the title of one of my own anthoology of poems.. which I've been meaning to publish, just never got around to it..

Well, here's the reason why i started to really love writing in the first place.

Read, enjoy.

Maya Angelou.

I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings

The free bird leaps
on the back of the win
and floats downstream
till the current ends
and dips his wings
in the orange sun rays
and dares to claim the sky.

But a bird that stalks
down his narrow cage
can seldom see through
his bars of rage
his wings are clipped and
his feet are tied
so he opens his throat to sing.

The caged bird sings
with fearful trill
of the things unknown
but longed for still
and is tune is heard
on the distant hillfor the caged bird
sings of freedom

The free bird thinks of another breeze
an the trade winds soft through the sighing trees
and the fat worms waiting on a dawn-bright lawn
and he names the sky his own.

But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams
his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream
his wings are clipped and his feet are tied
so he opens his throat to sing

The caged bird sings
with a fearful trill
of things unknown
but longed for still
and his tune is heard
on the distant hill
for the caged bird
sings of freedom.

Beatz ..

Swiz Beatz move over .. the Jamaicans are here!


So my cuzn Dee has a music website where he & his friends build beats and ting, mostly dancheall but hip hop gets a say now and then..

http://www.alloutbeats.com/

The tracks are cool, fresh and has a nice 'beats' to em .. :D Check it out nuh, u might have a l'il fun..


*Phoenix*

Ok, so erm.. this hi5 thing really getting outta hand ennuh!

Already I have over 300 friends, and I can tell you that most of them are people I knew from high school and from Johnny was a bwoy! and quite a few, I dunno .. but yah.. its not so bad though..

Toodles!

Oh yeah.. this pic is cool! LOL!

.. on second thought..

Tick tock.

The omnious sound of time ticking away, melting this day and forming a new one from the orange-puplish depths. And yet i still sit, waiting. On what? I don't know. But i feel that if I wait long enough, I'll figure it out.

How long has it been? A day? Two?

How long have I sat and stared at that blank, gray canvas? Eagerly awaiting life. A portait. A story that is told by the stroke of the charcoal, and by the meticulous brush of the finger. I can even write instead. Words flowing like a tumultous walterfall, gushing forth pent up rage and exasperation, embracing truth, love and failure.

Understanding.

The colours of my mind are vivid and clear. I see what is to be seen. But I can't comprehend fully. My perception and reality are the same. And the thing that confuses them both is love. Many have asked the question and none have approached the answer. What is love?

You won't understand it. At least, you're understanding of it is a lot more complicated than the next man's, as is his. .

I breathe deeply. Inhaling the scent of the day. The time. Every little change on the wind has some intricate design woven into the fabric of time. Just like love .. and until we either unravel the threads or squint our eyes ever so close so we can make out the pattern, all we have is time ..

To understand. To create. To wait. To love.