poetry:// Krik? Krak!
Krik? Krak!
let me tell you a tale where love doesn't hurt
"Non pitit Bouki love always hurts," kompè chen di
Timtim!
Bwachèch!
Dry as loneliness, wasted tears, and vanishing hope
Let me tell you a story, that I'm sure will drive you away
let me tell you about me before I fade away
Krik? Krak!
I am cursed!
like voodoo on doodoo
What would you do? What could you do, in my one shoe?
What could I do when I loved them all and called them, "ti chou.."
I loved parts of them no one could see, no one would see.
none deep enough to dig the depths I dug in her
Served her my soul for breakfast on a tray
why does a loving heart make you stray?
and when it is demons you see in me, it makes you stay?
by what magic did I cure them their ills only to leave me
when the fever has passed?
I cannot control love and that is the whole story
I regret love, just when I'm about to forget love
Love finds me
Love binds me
Love blinds me
I cannot tell you why love treats me like a step child
sold, enslaved and told to be someone's Restavec
At first... I found it a test, something to learn
a message maybe?
I would step out on faith like my very first step towards my mother's arms
Yet she left the island before I ever saw the waves of the Caribbean Sea
I would never see her again only feel her inward and on my skin
like the wind of the Windward Passage with waves gone wild without rest
I cannot control love
I keep hope and faith like the very first step
with my feet touching the ground that only thin air paves
the first step off the edge of a mountain, a cliff, a hill
or whatever it is you climb... you must someday come down
for me the way down has often been the hard way
In Haiti they say after every mountain, is a view of many others left to climb
At least I think thats the way it goes... no it's not written down
back to my story now let me tell it!
As I should and do feel fortunate at all to have one to tell
You have not lived until you have felt love's lost.
This is the tale I tell... during this life we hope and dream.
Maybe in telling I will find a way to cope
I cannot control love
I climb again hoping to find the sea, and the warmth of sunrise
Krik? Krak!
let me tell you a tale where love doesn't hurt anymore...
"Non pitit Bouki love always hurts, always!" kompè chen di
Timtim!
Bwachèch!
Dry as loneliness, wasted tears, and the vanishing of hope
I cannot control love
I regret love, just when I'm about to forget love
Love finds me again
Love binds me again
Love blinds me again
I cannot control love
I just want to be part of it
By Hertz Nazaire [ naz ]
