Paul Andrew Bourne

Rookie (December 5,1968 / Kingston, Jmaica)

Paul Andrew Bourne Poems

1. Politics 2/25/2012
2. The Capture 2/25/2012
3. Bitter 2/26/2012
4. Words 2/26/2012
5. Mentor 2/26/2012
6. Friendship 2/26/2012
7. Beauty 2/26/2012
8. Unexplained Interpretations 2/26/2012
9. Life 2/25/2012
10. Only If 2/25/2012
11. A Single Bullet 2/25/2012
12. Freedom From Outside 2/25/2012
13. Shi 2/25/2012
14. Mother, Mother, Mother! 2/26/2012
15. Waves 2/26/2012
16. A Tainted Democracy 2/26/2012
17. Again 2/26/2012
18. Just Stay 2/26/2012
19. 'The Priced Flows' 2/27/2012
20. A Woman' Love 2/27/2012
21. Caught In A Politics Of Culture 2/28/2012
22. I See Everything 2/28/2012
23. Not Mine! 2/29/2012
24. I Live In A Space 2/29/2012
25. The Chloerination Of This World 2/29/2012
26. I'M A Man 2/27/2012
27. Speech 2/26/2012
28. Hurting 2/26/2012
29. The Day Has Come! 2/26/2012
30. Anger 2/25/2012
31. A Flower With Years 2/25/2012
Best Poem of Paul Andrew Bourne


I stood perched on the mountain
like a thief, like a thief
like a thief I stood in a surveillance mode
searching for the cracks,
the weaknesses
the opportunities
but what I saw
was the vengeance that I had to express'
I felt the pain
darting at my being with a marksman precision
I was a genie
constructing bridges, barricades, and closets
without that exist

I wanted it, so earnestly'
I wanted to eat it
yes eat the next like a viper
I wanted to consume it
without a trace for burial
I was no sane child
I was no soldier at...

Read the full of Anger


I see not love again because of my former years
I kept the hate of love lost bottled deep inside
as - those days that I loved
I did with the heart of a fool
for I kept pouring my love in a broken cistern
I could see that priceless substance flowing through the wind
and I could see the open heart of my receptor
allowing the love its free passage to somewhere called nowhere
I felt an avalanche of hatred with the force of a volcano

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