writing

I am sitting here alone with my pen
Wondering what to write
I don’t want to think of the topic
Or write about the subject of love tonight

Some people says I write about love to much
That love is in most of my poems
Some even thinks that it’s my own emotions
And I put my real feelings into them

Then some says my poems are to sad
And they should be jolly ones all the time
So I write about my beautiful country trinidad 
Ramadan .dewali ,thanks giving and valentines

So today I'm sitting here thinking
What poem should I write 
My fridge have some cold carib beers
But I think i would just grap a can of sprite

Yes some times to write a poem
You have to put your heart into it
And then fiction and reality blends together
Like a colorful sweater when its knit

When any one read my poems
I like to leave them thinking after
So I write from many sides of life
Fill with tears, love and laughter

So today I won’t write about love
I think I will give it a rest
There are a lot more important topics
Maybe I can try to address

But the only thing that comes to mind
Is the woman that I’m crazy about
Her beautiful smile and her starry eyes
Her sweet voice from her cute mouth

My heart melts every time I see her
And just like a wave she swept me away
And her beauty glows brighter than the moon
Over the beautiful maracas bay

Oh sorry, I’m writing about love again
It’s just so hard to not think of her
But Let me stop this poem now
And get a next sheet of paper

Maybe I will write a song
With a nice melody to get you hook
And look for some pictures for it
And later post it on face book

Or I could write about la romaine 
By my cousins teddy, bobby and daughter
Hanging out, playing cricket and football
And helping my aunt sell by the cinema

Or about our times in Indian trail
Going in the bush for grapefruit to eat
And when all the kids come to marabella
To spend holidays on ramsamooj street

Or I could write about learning tailoring
By ram mohess tailoring on Lord Street
And when ram uses to send me by takoors down by san fernando market
To buy bake and beef for the workers to eat

And its where I meet my best friends 
Derek, jacks, Carl, and gangadeen
And when Derek stop going to parties
Join Hare Krishna and shave his head clean

But I can’t stop thinking of the woman I love
And I just want to write of the love I feel
And I will blend in fiction with reality
So no one can tell which part of my poems is real