Location: Baltimore, USA
Originally From: Tobago
Contact: www.MySpace.com/raziel84

More about Dominic...
When asked what his favorite quote is, he settles back and said, "If ever I am forced to choose between betraying my friend and betraying my country, I hope I shall have the courage to betray my country." One of the personal values he prizes most highly is his loyalty to his loved ones, and he will do, he says, just about anything legal for them.

Dominic intends to stay in the States after graduation and get a job commensurate with his training, so he can make money to send home for his parents. The things that make him the most annoyed are boredom, indecision and ignorance, and he says that these factors have been behind every negative thing man has ever done. He is always ready to laugh and he places a high value on a good, tactful sense of humor.

When asked how he has adjusted to the States, he said he hasn't adjusted to anything, he just treats people how he would like to be treated, and it comes back to him. He went to CIC (St Mary's College) in Port-of-Spain, not too common for a Tobago-born student, and he is proud of this.

About his writing, he merely says it was always there, but was sparked by love for a girl who he wanted to write for, and now it comes to him all the time. He hopes he can get better with time and is always open to suggestions and themes he can work on.

His three poems are titled The Party, NEEDS and The Queen's Song.
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The Party

The room is dark, and occasionally smoke drifts by 
Teasing his nose, tugging on his senses 
Before drifting off, a flirting ghost 
As he stands in the corner, feet leaden 
Drink clutched forgotten in his humbled fingers 
As he returns a smile from his friend, avoiding any further eye contact 
As she gazes, confused, at the shy man-child next to the speaker 
As his friends party their lives away, he holds his in humiliated fingers 
And wishes he could give flight to his soul 
Watch it twist and dance, a freed albatross 
over the sea of society, following whichever friendly ship  
Gives him permission to land 
And yet, his friends murmur, confused 
As yet another night is wasted, stationary 
He has been here before 
In this pit of anxiety and ridiculous embarrassment 
Resisting the throbbing drums that try to nudge him out to the floor 
And the slightly concerned and exasperated female advances 
An interesting tableau, altogether... 
The angel, in the air, falling to earth 
Rather than use his wings....

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Needs

What do I need to last the night?
Who do I need to shed some light?
I need the strength of the eternal mountains
The quiet endurance to defy the centuries
I need the cloak of an angel
To keep in my bitter, hurt outbursts
And the armor of Gabriel
For glistening protection against these spiritual sieges
This truth is a whisper hidden in space
And no one hears these thoughts but me
The echoes of my mental voice are my sarcastic friends
While I wrest restraint from madness' frantic tugging
And settle once more into tortured waiting
For this blackness to disperse
What does it take to live in peace
Where we run in joy and not from corrupt police?
Why do I always crave love
And end up craving bitter solitude?
The desert sands howl an answer
In chorus with the gurgling rain
And the sibilant voice of the seashore breeze
It is because I am flesh and blood
And subject to the whims of fate and emotion
This is my weapon against frustration and the night
This final understanding of destiny.

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The Queen's Song

Your hands can hold her tenderly
A strong yet delicate statue of ice
Spreading her waters over your appreciative fingers
They don't have to plunge her into fires
Leaving her without an avenue of escape
As the orange whips lash again and again
You can talk to her in whispers
As the night holds you both in subtle arms
Your voice can harmonize with hers
To sing songs of freedom and unity
There is no need to scream at her
Violent words and screams can crush her
As completely as a mountain of scornful stone
Together you can stand up in the face
Of whatever dares defy your dreams for the future
Why, then, do you dull the swords of your allies
Crush their shields with callous palms
Thus casting all your chances for victory
Into an absent-minded sea?
The conflict should not be in our own bedroom
Let us take up arms once more
But now, use them to reinforce each other
And so sit in the throne room as king and queen
Not master and subject.

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