Paul Andrew Bourne Poems

Like the dew of the morning,
No one knows from whence it came
Or where it goes thereafter
Like a thought
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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,
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Like a seed
I began in the open firmaments of the heavens
battered by the very elements of nature
to make me strong
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Hurting
hurting deeply
hurting severely
weeping, rolling, irritated
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Each day slowly drifts afoot
pointing, inching, driving
the beginning of a scientific genesis
the creation of a whole new form
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I'm a man
clothed in mystic, power and structure
labeled by the socialization
after arrival
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I see emptiness in their utterances
I see corruption as their intent
as what is uttered is not meant
and what is meant to be interpreted,
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I remember YOU:
NOT for your manly aggression,
NOT for your gruesome hits,
NOT for your poor judgements,
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The waves
just watch them caress the banks
with childish anger
while they
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Poverty, freedom of movement
crippled not by conflicts of
pre-1962 Jamaica
but by political tribalism,
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