Phyllis Grant. Stars and Stones

français / Mi’kmaq

Christopher Grant. EyeCu, Ink on paper/digitally colored, 2018

Choose to make everyday
A time to celebrate
He invites me on the track,
No time to hesitate
‘Cause my bro is my blood,
Catalyst for a flood
Of rhymes from a mother
Navigatin’ the suds

I expect no less than your
Best-flow effort
Put your best foot forward
Or you’re just makin’ me suffer
Through an empty composition
‘bout your next of kin

Please say what you mean
Or just keep it all in
I really need to hear
’bout Who it is you Are,
Not how much money you make
Or the speed of your car

It takes more to fascinate
I’m on meticulous levels
My ‘tention’s up, on, over
All this dizzyin’ drivel

I’m bangin’ my head
Like a tortured James Dean
I’m a soothsayin’ rebel
Sans the obvious scheme
I like to think my notions
Are a clue to where we’re headin’
Trail-blazing a path for the
Ones who need leadin’

If I’ve got the strength
In knowin’ who I am
Then you can bet that
I’ll be doin’ it because I can
I’m happy holdin’ it down
With my promise and plans
In collective agreement
Of the strongest of clans

No, we won’t give up
And it’s making them anxious
‘Cause we’re dancing with the stars
And the stones of the ancients
No we won’t let up
And they’re losing their patience
‘Cause we’re dancing with the stars
And the stones of the ancients

Oh ! I’m feeling the change,
And it’s a comin’ soon
Healed Nations awakened and
Beginnin’ to bloom
No longer held back ;
Programmed to destruct
We’ve thrown off all the blinders
That harass and obstruct
They like to say
That I’m an optimist,
Combatin’ all the lurid,
Messed-up masochists
My glass is never barren,
It’s filled up to the brim,
In my eyes you’re a saint
In the presence of sin

I can’t help what I say,
Innate need to explain
Intrinsic observations
In the cosmic chain

This is my advice,
You can use it or leave it,
When fame slams you in the bricks
You’re still welcome to hear it,
And when I see that all my pain
Has worked out for the best
And I can lay my body back
Into the earth to its rest
You can be sure that my essence
Will not wander, latent ;
Tap dancin’ with the Stars
And the stones of the ancients

In deciduous boughs,
At times my spirit will sit
And if you need me I’ll be right there
In the sway of a limb
Praying that you strive past mediocrity
See that potential rise up
To actuality

No, we won’t give up
And it’s making them anxious
‘Cause we’re dancing with the stars
And the stones of the ancients
No we won’t let up
And they’re losing their patience
‘Cause we’re dancing with the stars
And the stones of the ancients

 

Phillis Grant
Text published in No 17. Creating Community

Phyllis Grant. Photo : Annie France Noël