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.

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

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.

Wake up this morning,
And in the middle of yawning,
I look to mi right,
And in the bed beside mi, mine eyes beheld the sight,
Of mi empress lying there,
And as I stared at her,
She turn to mi an open her eyes,
She smiled,
And that was when the sun rise,
And she reach over and kiss mi.
Tell mi when I gone work
How she going to miss mi,
And it did feel good to know,
That dis poet was the star in dis show.

And I had her love and she had mine,
Too bad all this is just in mi mind.

At work and di boss a gimme stress,
Then she send me an I love you text.
Big grin pon mi face wondering
what she going to come with next.
Now I can hardly wait to see her later.
Day by day she only get sweeter,
Evening now she waiting for mi with kisses,
With her I know what the meaning of bliss is.
She asks me “how was yuh day”
I say you first baby… was yours okay?
Put you foot in mi lap.
Mek mi massage it while wi gwaan chat,
After dat turn round and mi wi rub yuh back,
and wi have good conversation and wi just click.
We reason from cartoons to politics .
(Which sometimes is really the same thing)

And I had her love and she had mine,
Too bad all this is just in mi mind.

I see the friendship first, relationship next
Sweet loving to make up after we vex
Missing her and her love everyday
Whenever she have to go away.
Loving her cause she is just she,
And she loves me for being me.
Always being confident say mi truly blessed,
With the love of this Nubian empress,
But reality hit me that I was alone,
I guess its true …
without love a house is just not a home.

In the last few months I have not had the time to write as I should so I wonder if I am a bit rusty. Or is it one of those things like riding a bike or sex… you never really forget how. A few things have changed but some things are forever the same. You know… like my love for poetry and vintage Jamaican Music. I am going to be featuring some of the best-unsigned bands and talent in Jamaica on this blog also. Not just poets but musicians and I tell you there are some amazing artistes around.

You name it we have it right here on the Rock. I talking about guitarist Seretse Small of Griot Music, Heather “Brown Sugar” Grant, Rock Bands like Gas Money and Neo Soul/ Reggae band Airplai just to name a few.

This is not about main stream Jamaican entertainment but it is (I make no apology for this) the best. The sad thing is that a semi literate buffoon with less than a third grade education can go on stage and bellow out some unintelligible gibberish and make millions of dollars. So he drives a gas guzzling Hummer and chances are he can’t spell HUMMER while the real talent never seems to get the “big break”.

Now don’t get me wrong… there are a few dancehall artistes who really stand out. They put out the really great quality every time. I am not saying they are all bad. But I digress … back to my blog. More features, more entertainment and definitely more poetry for sure. So look out folks because Duane is back!

Just to kick it all off , here is a video from the Amazing Seretse Small. Listen to the smooth sounds of Seretse.