Nightshade

Nightshade is any of numerous shrubs or herbs or vines of the genus Solanum; most are poisonous though many bear edible fruit.  He is My Nightshade.

You were there in the morning.
rejections,curses,too cliche but bittersweet was your attitude,you the man who never changes.
Most consistent but with changes,irony... must be because he never changes yet he changes.
As midnight winds awaken my pores i opt to secure your warmth your breath...your consistent affection but my loins burn for , satisfaction.
The notions of your shaft's sensation as its motions,motions for my content reaction
But you shot me down with a venomous shot of belladonna,
Belladonna gives me fever! i am burning
My heart rate increases,with frequent wheezes
As u inject me with belladonna...
I panic and wait for you to examine my state
But the night was more important than my shade
That midnight longing for security and comfort
My behavior provoked a dirty drought
You wouldn't touch me ,you rebuked my caresses
My gentle plea to be...to be... to be loved and felt and breathed and helped
all because of the first shot,my arrow fired to your heart with my dose for you
the belladonna.

An act returned as i make you numb with my shot of belladonna
The lies, deceit this extreme heat
Of tension between us and also the fever
From the,venomous sting and bitter taste of yours and my belladonna.
I guess b4 u gave me the anesthetic u needed to give me the belladonna!
My pupils become dilated as i become infatuated by these changes caused by your dose of the belladonna.
calm my trembling nerves, my muscles all the ear aches ,toothaches head aches that it makes
this thing called love ...with 1 shot of belladonna
I wish to bathe ...in nightshade just to be healed by the belladonna.
take my mind to a higher plain with our joint fever, feed off my inner heat
cover no cover as we sin
satisfy that void within, fill the hole i was born with
read my mind see my intentions
i love the taste of belladonna.
our love is the belladonna.

PS. All resemblance to real characters in this poem is purely coincidental. But if it falls in your garden. WATER IT! 

Kristal Alexander

fighter,writer,my mind's the lighter.

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D' Doubles Factory [prelude to the REAL story]

The Setting
It was one of those perfect club nights. All your old friends in one place happy to party away their frustrations. Everyone leaving their respective girlfriends at home. Trevlyn Lezama screaming "new tune, when I buss ah new tune, it sure to stick!" and the entire dance-floor feeding off that hype. The mampie for the night in a drunken frenzy ramming her massive torso up against the nearest boy who let her. The one two step, Skip, Skip, Skip to Ma Lu still felt even though your legs stopped moving. One of those nights when you forget who is watching and stand in the middle of the dance floor because you got two drinks in your hand now, no need to go back to the bar! That gay abandonment that comes when the lazar lights hit the smoke filled air. People RAVE and misbehave all to the bass line rhythms. NO, not in Zen, but still you can almost feel the PHSHHHHHH of the smoke jets from the celling. You fly over that rainbow, head first. One of those club nights when even when the lights came on and the music stopped the adrenaline was still pumping consistently.


The Prelude
I sat in the car, thoughts lost in my unique wonderland only stopping to glance around my the equally agitated friends. One lost in his befuddled stupor talking to himself and by extension the car, and judging from the volume of his conversation by greater extension the entire world. Another trying to gently ease his way as close as possible tot he girl next to him in the back seat. Careful not to appear overtly perverted but from the way his hands were going that was not going to last long. And suddenly the driver decides, "leh we go for doubles!!!"


Well I wake up one time. Just the thought of that warm taste meeting and greeting my taste-buds was appealing enough for me to second his nomination!

Ken: But wait.. we just past town!?  

Driver: Doh Worry Na, I know where I going for doubles

Ken: San Juan, iite scene, scene.

[15mins later] Ken: BWDMC! Why did we just turn right? Are we going south? San Juan is the next direction!

Driver: Cool it na, we are going for doubles!

Thinking of it now, its amazing I never asked what doubles man normally is opening and selling at 4am. But being so familiar with the Trinidadians, and the fact that you must put NOTHING beyond a husting trini, i paid it no mind. Eventually driving down El Socorro Road Extension (South), their was no initial panic, because  this road does not lead to south, so I can't be taken too far. Amazing how a little alcohol and or excitement in varying amounts impairs one's rational. Because the distance matters little once kidnapped! 

Eventually we pull in at  this car park. Welcome to the Doubles Factory. Given the fact that I just trusted this semi sober youth with my life thus far, as he was driving, I thought.. ok.. behind this great big dome door their must be some elaborate doubles making. Shockingly my friend jumped out the car and walked to the opposite side of the road... straight into someone's house.

DRUGS? Is this a Kidnapping? How well do I know my brethren? Well I wasn't waiting for an answer, I bounce starter and was giving him 5 mins exactly. In three minutes homeboy returned with two freshly wrapped doubles and a pie! Well food is my motivation, I think one day i'd take a bullet for my lunch. hmmm... but anyway.. DOUBLES BOY!

I pulled the gate, then the other gate and tucked snugly behind what seemed like a regular house was a doubles production line! The secret blent of 52 herbs and spices!

Today (Saturday) you'd see!!!

Beyonce B Palancing !

I just got back from the barber, taking a lil freshers for the weekend.

And as Trinidadians would all know, the barbershop talk is the best talk known to mankind. At the barbershop you hear everything from Rihanna's "secret STD" to the time police raided Uncle Barney's shop and took all the alcohol he was trying to sell. Something about that atmosphere makes it a catalyst for conversation. I'm not sure if it's the impromptu brethren lime, or the fact that some barbers make you wait long for spite but whatever it is, once you are in a barbershop all men are equal. All stand an equal chance getting ZOGED from their respective barber. So all sit in reverence almost of the hour each week each individual gets to speak his or her mind.

Well today, the topic was Beyonce. Barber Gerard was good vex that he ain't go Zen to see Beyonce. I still don't know what his problem was! I can understand YOU or anyone else being vex they aint pay $100-$150 (not $1600) to see Beyonce in the flesh. I predicted it on my facebook status, stating clearly:

"#imfromtrinidad where who was not waiting for beyonce's b3 to come out on youtube was going ZEN to see her!"

Two days ago I read a blog, can't remember from whom lambasting bmobile for its poor service and its unsatisfactory VVIP treatment. Honestly, the day God blessed me with an extra $1600.00 and I spent on a Beyonce VVIP ticket. And I has to eat doubles as my complementary food, my mouth would have been as ripe as Rachel Price's. But this is a bandwagon I've noticed even CNC3 jumped on "patrons upset with VVIP service" <==News headlines. So in traditional Ken Sambury fashion .. I will leave it alone. Enough has been said, I was not there so I'd leave that ranting for someone else. What irked me however was the suggestion that bmobile should "not host any more international artists" and that bmobile should leave "real promoters" to host these show. I say in two words: BULL SHIT. Honestly, in my opinion, bmobile is the only semi-local company with the financial prowess and the marketing drive to host such a monumental concert. If there are other promoters who are willing to do this, why have they not done such? The technicalities of who called the shots are currently and would probably forever be hidden from common knowledge. But it is common sense to assume that bmobile DID hire some promoter or organizers who had some experience planning events of similar magnitude.

My point is; whether you like it or not BEYONCE WAS PALANCING IN ZEN, BECAUSE BMOBILE BROUGHT HER DOWN!
So, I would like to extend my heartfelt gratitude for such an ambitious attempt at an unforgettable b3. No matter how one looks at the situation no one can deny the unlimited acclaim and exposure this concert has given to Trinidad and Tobago as a nation. Barber Gerard said to me today "boy .. dem foreigners gonna see dat and wanna come ZEN! Boy you dunno na!" Gerard was soo excited he almost made a Rasta half bald! Imagine despite its usual lack of content and narrow-minded marketing by some artiste our soca music STILL maintains its international appeal and EVEN Beyonce could enjoy 'we thing' and palance in Zen! Next thing ya know palance would reach in the Oxford Collegiate dictionary by 2012. I'd be proud! It all began right here, for bmobile's Beyonce concert.

People are you readyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy?. Beyonce Palancing in this partyyyyyyyyyyyy'




That said; in the words of Quacey Titus, THANK YOU Bmobile, B3 is over! now kindly give us back our [damn] 1 cents text!!!

P·A·L·A·N·C·I·N·G!

pal·an·ce

Pronunciation: \ˈpəl-ann-se\
Function: verb
Etymology: Trinidadian dialect, from the East-West corridor vernacular; akin to Middle english 'wander'
Date: Late 2007
Definition: 1. palancing (verb) - to wander in pursuit of a lime.
2. palancing (verb) - general term refers to the action of aimlessly wandering anywhere
3. palancing (noun) - name of popular song by Jason Williams and Blaze in the Trinidad.

When it Rains it Pours

So each and Every Wednesday i'd give you all a piece of poetry. I'd be performing this piece tonight at UWI Speak. Enjoy!

When it rains it pours! - Part 1 - the main course
I am convinced that when it rains it pours
My heartfelt conviction for life and love, explodes and my energy oozes through my pours
Look up in the sky, what do you see? that brilliant florescent stimuli
Enemy of the state, enemy of the family, friends with my own reality
Which honestly does not exist outside of my head or inside the box
But while thinking outside the box, lets shake this system till it rocks
And go hard, not home. 100 miles per hour with no shocks
So you can feel every crease in the roadway, and break society's locks
Meanwhile rain falls everywhere, I feel soaked down to my socks
But I am waterproof as I sit on these dry docks, thinking "bomboclart star" like cousin dread locks

And today I feel 100 things, too much stimulus, to little responses
And I know that the doorbell rings, present continuous, enter the judges
You do well, you don't know how to do well, confusing, contradictory
Well i'm not sure what your doing Ken, but I know the job is unsatisfactory
"Family and Friends, for me its friends and family, I shine on the sun
Because if I wait for the sun to shine on me, I'd freeze eventually"
And this coldness from the entire world which engulfs the life I know
Would become cliche to say the least, so force my ego
Damn, I really miss my pops, but every-time I do something about it, everything erupts
Everyday my goal is to pull out all the stops, To remain resilient to the resistance
But that energy drops and my drive sleeps, and my heart weeps and I suddenly can't find my peeps
The legendary noise maker, the grim reaper causes the rain
And when it rains it pours, and when I focus I soar. I am past believing I can fly
While here in the air, I believe I would not land or crash nearby
Look up in the sky, see that I am everywhere shinning down on you


When it Rains it Pours Part 2 - the beginning of the storm
Today after much thought and self contradiction I present to you the Ken Sambury story
Reporting live from Trini is Kemuel Honest our host for tonight, we couldn’t get Maury
He was caught up on the ones and twos, but we’d survive once Kemuel is here to fill his shoes
Different from the traditional novella, this is the philosophy of life under the umbrella
Because for Ken when it rains it pours: cats and dogs, snow and heavy hail
But its present continuous because the question remains: “Will he prevail?”
Reporting on site Kemuel:
Thank you Kenneth. I am here looking at the empty street, it hard to figure, or decipher the silhouette
Different shades of grey in the shadows in the middle of the street I see him determined to complete conquest
Strange because it is actually a very sunny day. But its one of those ire rain showers
When the sky shows its true powers and releases all it has in front the sun
Dearing it to shine through the rain drops. I cannot tell when he begun
Standing there it seems like forever, the stance perfect, his poster perfect.
Still I fear Ken may fall. I am under 5 inches of concrete and can still feel the vibrations
The harsh lacerations of those big boulders of hail stones, and the sky’s frustrations
Beating mercilessly on the roof of the shelter I am reporting from… damn.. howcome?
Why? Porque? I cannot fathom why, with such a flimsy umbrella in the worst weather ever?
As the eye of the storm passes I will attempt to get a clearer view…
Back to Kenneth.
Thank you Kemuel, Well tonight I am taking only a few calls until the eye of storm reaches the town of Trinidad.

HOLD THAT Thought, I must maintain my level of stardom for in actuality based on the equation: Success = too much stress its really martyrdom.


Its not yours unless you GO GET IT!

Will Tiger EVER Get out the Woods?

Good morning to all Players, wanna be players, pimps, Plastic pimps and posers out dey!

Now fellas, i've got some fresh game to bring to the table.
See, this player here, he don't drive a Cadillac!
He don't got a perm!
...makes me wonder we let him into the pimp legion of doom.


Well lets hear his story:
Tiger is an American professional golfer whose achievements rank him as the most successful professional golfer. Hands down! PGA (Professional Golf Association)

• PGA Money Leader - 9 Times
• PGA Player of the Year - 10 Times
• PGA Tour Player of the Year - 10 Times

His last award, the "Celebrity Polygamy Player of the year" award is awkwardly debatable. Lets review the facts:

It all went downhill from November 25th when a Supermarket tabloid called the National Enquirer published a story claiming that woods had an extramarital affair with a nightclub manager. On November 26th Mr. Tiger Woods crashed his car; tabloids said he was cuddled with a "prostitute" in the wreckage of his Escalade; Mr. Woods however maintained his reserve and denied these 'frivolous' allegations. Strangely however, Woods ducked his OWN charity golf tournament, the Chevron World Challenge.
All this said, Tiger Woods still had all his endorsements intact, his wife still by his side and as far as the public was concerned he was still very much in the people's golfer. All was well in Tiger-ville until the BITCH Jaimee Grubbs publicly claimed in the US weekly that she had a two and a half year affair with Woods.
1st thing I can't understand! So let me get this straight, for two years of your life you quietly sneak around with this man, and you well know he has a wife. Then you are more vex than him and go sell him for 30 pieces of silver to a tabloid magazine! * SMH! SOYH!
Then, in typical fashion, monkey see monkey do and girls from all over the globe come for a piece of the spot light.
Yesterday, Tiger Woods broke his "silence" and issued and official apology. 1st time he has done this verbally, and he reiterated his earnest desire to salvage his marriage.

Now as I have told some friends yesterday, I understand that public image is important, because "tiger woods" is a brand. So Woods must be conservative in all his actions to preserve his endorsements and public image. But what has troubled me into writing this post is SINCE WHEN its public concern where woods sticks his wood? Concern is the operative word in that sentence. Are all our lives so devoid of flavor that it excites us when a public figure has a maury show dilema? I can understand the media's natural attempts at blowing the entire thing as big as possible. But why can't tiger, issue his statement, cry his tears and continue to his life?
What about the Mr Manning approach? "no comment" then issue an apology to the press and continue the next day most normal in parliament!
I'm saying, tiger boy, we the people don't love you because you are a good husband. We love you because u play the best golf! Don't stop playing ya golf boy! Find the strength and keep golfing!
If the wolf she-bitch from boondocks sells you out don't worry! Me and a pimp named slick back got your back!

Now before my gf hits me with a pot spoon or decides not to cook my dinner: i am in no way condoning infidelity in any form. What i am telling the entire world is... DOH BEAT UP! how many celebrities were happily married and after a similar incident decided they were gay! Just because tiger woods has now faced reality and has realized he is a pimp doesn't mean he should be chastised out of his golf career! Pimping is nothing but an alternate lifestyle! What if Tiger woods was born so!? Who are you to judge him?

I must commend fellow blogger afrobella so expressing my exact sentiments. Tiger Woods is unfaithful. SO WHAT? Let the man breathe and continue golfing! How much non-news are we going to take before someone sits up and says something...

Well no more! We here at the Pimp Legion of Doom are here to represent you boy Tiger! It hurts my heart to see some scandal escalate like this and influence you to stop golfing. Please, let all these hypocritical people "squeeze and sprinkle to sour dem" and who doh like it, lie down by it!

We as the EDUCATED public should clamor for some real news, people are dying in Haiti and I turn on my TV to see headlines about Tiger Woods says sorry, but the people of Australia don't believe its genuine. W T F!

In closing, as I indicated, Tiger, we have your back. Take that golf club you always use and play some golf. It is for this reason, that we have decided to let you into the pimp legion of doom.

Ps. Entire thing written from my phone while in a moving vehicle. Ignore spelling errors. Pics(of our newest member- tiger himself), video(of a pimp named slick back giving tiger advice)

*SMH - Shakes My Head | SOYH - Shame On You Hoe

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We have some closing words from our mentor and Honorary member of the Pimp Legion of DOOM:
A Pimp Named Slick Back

No camera, No internet

So today we find our star, at his lowest of lows, sitting on that maroon couch. His vanity waning progressively, as the pressures of life close in. Not as much cluster phobia as cluster anger. But strangely enough the Jay-Z in permanent bump in the background soothes his emotions. With this brief release into the world of his music his curtains pull themselves almost magically, and let that fresh air in. Macoya Gardens sun was the hottest, however the feeling of sitting in the shade was unparalleled. Not because the Macoya Garden's breeze was any colder than regular breeze. But simply because the sun was so hot, relatively sitting in the shade was like sitting below an air condition unit during a heat stroke. On second thought, maybe it wasn't so magical, it happened when he turned on that lasco fan. A feeling i'm sure you can relate too, that subconscious press "pax" its on, the room is no longer warm. Fiddling on the key bored idly, reminiscent of the brighter days when the internet flowed directly into his life. Providing that spark for learning, postponing his yearning for superfragalistic entertainment.

Its 11am. And its my she who props me up most of the time, like in the photo above!