Butterfly on a String 

Reconciled

to write

as

I do

a

strange twist of fate

for

loving

you.

Embracing that

you

be elusive

yet

cling….

Like

a

butterfly

on

a

string.

You offer hope

as a candle

shining brightly

in a

darkened place.

Life

has not

been

kind

but

you’ve never been one to complain.

Always pushing forward

keeping

your priorities straight.

You….

whose

love

has risen

above the fray –

A truly quiet
and

gentle soul…

Lisa

is

her

name.

For Lisa

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Copyright is mine 12/25/2017

Having   


met you

in Barbados

while

walking

on the beach,

I observed
foamy

blue

water

caressing
your
quiet
feet.
Our eyes
became
entangled
in more
than a casual way
We ended up talking —

walking
down
the
beach

that

day
But
I won’t even front,
even if
I
could

because
it

was

that

God

given
complexion
that
arrested
my
attention
on
that
warm
Bajan
day.
It was
your
countenance
over
conversation
carried

by
the

wind,
It was
your

natural

vibe

reviving
my soul

again

With your

alluding
to

the facts

as

you

understood them

then;

and
that I should rise up to confront

life….

And…
that things would turn out better

if I did.

From then to now

and

now

and

then

it

has
been
simply
unspoken

a bond

unbroken
holding us

together

as friends…

Now married to you….

thirty two years later,

we walk together

again…

Having met you
on

a
beach
in
Barbados.

End.
For Lisa

If this doesn’t apply to you don’t trip but if it does, then this is my little jingle for you. 😎

Rippin [the disclaimer]

This piece will not be begged, borrowed or shanghied son no not beat up sifted whipped nor spun it is my intellectual property and my physical property too so it shant be quoted sampled or quipped or otherwise fucked with.

Enjoy the day.

Sincerely, Kawika.

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Copyright

May 6th, 2017

To You

Surrounded

by the
memories
that
persist
on
any
given
day,
squeezes the hurt,
out
comes
the pain.

We could use
a
little
time
for
ourselves,
to
get
away.

Talk things out,
have
our
say.

Reflecting back
on
the life
that
we
have
lived,

we
shared
our
tears,

we
know
our
sins.

Individual
or
collective
we
stand
or
fall.

S
t
r
i
p
p
e
d

to
the
soul,
i
bare
it
all.

Closest
to me,
are
the
ones
that

I

have
hurt
the most.

A
burden
I
carry,
forever
to
hold,
for
failing
to
be
the
friend
that

I….

should

have

been;

to

you.

For Lisa

Scars and Dreams

image

Compelling
are
your
eyes
as
they
softly
speak
with
me.

With a slight nod of the head
I
return the hello
and
immediately
i
could
see,
your
invisible
scars
through
the
filtered
shadow
of
trees.

Your eyes offer
a question,
fluttering
like
a butterfly
outside
my
car
door.

Memories
chase
you…..
threaten to
break you…..

You glanced
an
adieu
in
my direction,
I gave you
a short smile goodbye,
you made
your
turn,
fading
into the
mid shadow
of
light.

How
was
it
I
could
see?

Your
battle
scars
and
dreams.

I have known, and often have seen that some dreams
you
pursue, and
some
you
set
free,
some
you
wear,
and
sometimes
time,
is
all
you
need.

The light
turned
green
and
you
began to drive away,
anxious
to
chase

your dreams

another
day.

Dedicated to the

Purple Rain in all of us.

Thank you,

Prince Rogers Nelson.

‘If a man dies, can he live again?’

#RIPPrince 

Picture of the lovely  Zawe Ashton.

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