Biography of Dwain Joseph
I am originally from a small, scenic village in the Caribbean island of Trinidad. Being surrounded by nature's very best has afforded me the luxury of constant inspiration to write and sketch constantly. Many of my better writings came at a very difficult time when my family migrated to the United States and I left my paradise behind. I write because in it I find meaning to the shapes and sounds of the world. It compliments the essence of life and proclaims it designs. I don't write to understand as much as I do to express and appreciate.
Dwain Joseph Poems
The Death Of Melody
Think around the verses sung, The chorus screams loudest. Shrill cries of agony that drip, crimson blood, a wrecked soul,
8th Floor Office Blues
I stay murderer to my brothers So my passion may be exorcised
Those rotten bananas offend me. They have lain motionless too long,
Conversations In Darkness
It commences numb, 'I never say much good, ' You,
Diary Of A Worn Soldier
No chance hope resides here. While we all lay rotting like twigs,
Those rotten bananas offend me.
They have lain motionless too long,
Decomposing mercilessly in my sight.
Should the maggots come soon
Their prize awaits in criminal guilt,