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Below Drums (primal poetry)

Passing through the drums I fall,
And a challenge came to be
Yet before I disappeared,
In wait he appeared.
Charging me I struck
With one blow
Knocking him down
But arising he came at me again
Yet with more and
They were adorned with feather dressings
And I spat in his face,
Then once again he went down
In all his feathered glory.

It was them and us to crown a king
So, I bowed to a new king
On his thrown of carved wood
With the universe of words understood


Brave LIttle Man

I look into your big brown eyes and hold your little hand
Gentle words of encouragement, your sadness I understand
Be brave my Baby, if you can
Not many sleeps, until your home again
They say, you’re too young to have a say
Yet old enough, to rip your world away
You cry for us, when your alone
Your sad voice, begging I want to come home


A man sits alone on the beach
A solitary tear washes down his cheek
The party rages and the lights strobe
But in his soul he is alone

Zachary J Eakin - 7 - 13 - 19

Lives Lived 1977

She lived a long life
that started quite early
at the age of fifteen
I believe,
when she sipped red wine
and listened to Igor
Stravinsky, that is, the
impossible to dance -
Rite of Spring -
more odd than not
most would say
as she celebrated Ravel's
Bolero, in her own way.
She was lost in self-thought
and enjoyed being strange
always ready to arrange
a good distance between
others and she
always kept her
guarded vulnerability.
Life had been rough before

THE STORY OF ORÌKÍ (The Failed Romance)

Take a breath; listen to the tale I'm 'bout to tell
You provoked it Orìkí; I'm just 'bout to leave;
I wish to start with the cloudless sky in your heart,
Seen through the furs and the blue of your sparking eyes.

The dead promises return to life in my mind,
How our romance birthed buried bones of stillborn.
Ours is a sour union we're never to forget,
The vain symphonies of the bitter love we tuned.


When one is bereft

one who is alone amongst many

one who craves the warmth of breasts

one who basks in the darkness of hope

for such ones I have a solution
one only

get someone
permanently in your home
remain no more

let in the one
you can say come
now you are not

but never rely on

the rest of your life
you will remain


Black Blob Primal Poetry

in the twilight of the night
before the day light comes
a black blob
a white light
a lion's head was formed...

a black blob appeared before my eyes
a white blob came from the dark side
and the face of a lion formed from the light
three times is what i saw...

tiny blue blobs
appeared at the bottom
in the corners
the image...


More Drifting (Primal Poetry Part two)

More Drifting

I felt your presence, so I have returned
Sitting there on the beach mind in a churn
I heard the call from you for a place to go
Here I am so that I can another place show

Let us walk a while till senses subside.
Turmoil boils creating a noise inside
I will show you of the other place I know
Over there is a cave that invites us so.



You always will forever be my solar...sol brother...the heartest rap around...spirit constitution a revolution raging thru of Garveys mighty people...I always loved the Thunder and the furrowed brow clouds frozen on your forehead...


Deeply rooted in the process
Of putting our weapons down
And dismantling sabotage
Lies a white flag
Steady in the wind
Sturdy in true love

Feel mighty indulgences
Smiling back at your spirit
It turns to a darkness
Depleting the heartless
Until there’s nothing left
Dispirited individuals
Withering in truth
Or blind unto it


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