Blue Paradise Poem by Kendzi Samuel

No dove, No voice
Just an indifferent John
No love, no choice
Or the cries of a stillborn

Here, to the land that flows wine and honey
Not of stubborn beauties or charts of money
The sky is rarely ever my shade of blue
And the night makes my daydreams untrue

Shoulder to shoulder they stand on road banks
Tutor frowns, Approval smiles, not a word of thanks
And if I should turn left, or if I should turn right
They would groan and cry, and bewail my plight

Here to land I doubt, you'll ever know about
It lies north of south, where god or sceptre has no clout,
I paint the skies my self, I dye the oceans too
And I bind the east and west together with glue.