Resistance is Futile- Duane Francis

by Duane Francis ~ September 10th, 2008

I can’t help but tingle when our eyes connect,
And holding your hand amplifies the effect.
Roses lean to you, just to catch your scent,
I go weak in the knees so I pray for strength.

And my mind tells me “Resistance is futile”

Intoxicated by sweeter than wine, kisses
Now I really know, what true bliss is.
Hoping for love eternal, love unconditional,
A Love so potent it could almost be illegal

And my mind tells me “Resistance is futile”

Now I find myself gushing over you,
Blabbering about you just being you.
I must admit you are my Perfect One,
You have even the most beautiful imperfections.

And my mind tells me “resistance is futile”

At last a blog entry! YAY! Duane! This love poem was written sometime back and I realized i had not posted it on this blog. So for those who have not seen it before. Read and enjoy. Go ahead and relive a time when you had or met someone who had you believing that resistance was indeed a useless operation then.

I know I had one of those when I wrote this poem. I have performed this piece only once and the crowd reaction was awesome. It was one of those spoken word performances that reminded me exactly why I love this stuff so much.

Anyway I have started writing again and the poetry is becoming more fun for me. Look out for more poetry especially podcasts. Afterall I am a spoken word artiste. I have to mention my friend Kathleen over at Diary of a Heretic. She has some great stories you might even find a few Jamaican characters there but there is only one way to find out.

Queen Majesty- The Jays & Ranking Trevor

by Duane Francis ~ August 14th, 2008

I love this classic mellow sound of The Jays and Ranking Trevor on this one. Another vintage reggae song for you!

You must admit any version is great! Listen to the Original by the Impressions. Hear Curtis Mayfield’s unmistakable voice in this.

LOVERS -Denese Clifford

by Duane Francis ~ July 29th, 2008

I kiss your lips by candlelight,

You whisper softly in my ear,

We sway erotically to the music,

They all stare, it’s as if they knew.

We move to a private corner of the room to seek our solitude,

We need to be alone……

Before the time comes when we have to go to our separate homes.

Denese A. Clifford

A dear friend of mine shared her poetry with me today. She doesn’t believe me when I tell her how talented she is but I love this piece.