Monday, 13 April 2015

worlds to conquer









The Island boys
Would sing of a
Soul so lost
Just because
She was none of us
None of the etchings
Sketched on our face
Never a map
Or never a place
For bone without
Body
Or mouth without smile
Come my dear
Come canvas the sun
For the shadows will tell
You just like it's gold
Dazzling sun
Might catch a cold
Visited by isolation
One empty.station
You my love
Have worlds to conquer
Sing a song to the painted
Sky
God himself has
Very keen an
Eye

Sunday, 12 April 2015

closed hearts







Closed hearts
Banana peel skin
Sometimes
I feel caught within
Trapped in morgue
With circus tent
Penny drops
Dream go unspent,
Yet I can smell
It
Taste it on
The tip
Of my butterfly tongue
Singing inside
It's swallows song
This murky water
Our feet thrash through
We squint our eyes
For sight of you
I'm lost in shades
Of charcoal grey
Searching desperately
For a self to stay

Friday, 10 April 2015

stolen days




who sells the day,
with battered smile,
no cream here,
 or custard while,
the baby rocks herself with tears,
the adults eat up all their fears,
 with knife and fork you ask? Of course,
of course,
I say of course,
for truths lie lame and loose their course,
and shadows simply shiver,
let me paint you an Island of you plus one,
a seascape for gems unfounded
, with rivers crystal iced with blue,
let us step away from your 24


crucify a lie









I cannot crucify a lie, 
the condemned tongue of mouths that slump
 yet in our lives we cross that bump. 
And hurtle towards a devastating end.
 I cannot crucify a lie, 
let those lies become your friend, 
for my ears tweak, 
and my hands they shiver, 
you use your mouth just as a trigger, 
I cannot crucify a lie, 
for zebras stretch with lines they have
,and all momentum simply starves, 
for lies cannot be the handiwork of men

black girl



black girl I like the skin that your in, 
kissed by the sun,
 blessed under moonlight,

whether your dark
Light or pecan skinned, 
these colours thus the world must see,
 for you are more than diversity, stand there proudly at your throne,
A lioness in waiting,

the world hesitating,

fixed on you,

that shape of yours,

are gods hands and glue






shakespeares lady







Shakespeare's lady sang a song,
 that she could woo him all along,
 the tilt of suave hips,
a gentle smile,
she would comfort him a while for every man ticks a giant heart,
 it pulses,
drums,
 like a base that starts,
 I promise to keep you,
love you but then,
empty promises are not who I am,
let me run your shoulders,
massage your feet,
for roads are littered with bears gritted teeth,
I am your home,
and I am your solace,
 let me be your daytime palace,
for as fingers climb, and deserts drain,
all our bones are not the same
some transport to worlds that wreak,
 where Shakespeare's love
is fast asleep





2black girl 

Tuesday, 7 April 2015

Thirsty skin








Seasons change
We mourn the day
The time with
Ease we let slip
Away
Corner the lion
The tigers escaped,
The rabbit moves
With such. Little
Grace
Seasons change
We mourn
The day
The time with
Ease we let slip away
Holding the Dragon
Aflame from within
Searching for healing
Whilst thirsting
For skin

Monday, 6 April 2015

glowing selves











 How close we come to selves which glow
 a past a chain which holds us still,
bury the anger like a fist in the dirt, 
but the mind still remembers the age of hurt,
 battered words and weeping skin, 
loneliness where lights are dimmed
silence as a ghost foresees,
I am distant and ill at ease for all these eyes I never sought, 
and all those hopes I can't replace, 
for me to search with common face,
 the dreams of an iron king

Friday, 3 April 2015

shadows thrust



Shadows pierce
In deep of night
Wisely I have lost
My sight
To mourn the morrow
And eat the day
All my tastebuds
Melt away
Mannequin am I
In a plastic world
A desire for thought
Where land unfolds
In la paradiso
I am blacksmith
And king
Simply because one day
I had enough

tyrant wind






The howl of wind
The snap of tear
My wristbands
Your missing years
Each time from time
We seek on whim
The selves that lay
On in between
Who told you
Lost
Was a frame
For us
The humble of
A chaotic mind
I shall not alter
When alteration
Finds

melting fingers






Melting fingers
Battered limbs
I entertain t h mountain climb
Website the edges rugged cliff
With jags
Each pierce
A ghost
Lurks as a hag
A pint of blood
For desert wounds
For in the blood
And dried up waste
We taste the fear
It gives us haste
A snake uncurling
In its lull
I feel sick
We were giants before
Memories line up
Like clanging chains
We search for shores
To rest again

dreams of hers



I flipped the pancake
Into mid air
Toasted the cinnamon
No.worry no care
For in our sugar world
Of dreams
Missing fish in cur_sed
Streams
The moonlight tilts
It's ivory smile
And with ease we walk a while
Each step a tip toe
Each curl to root
Tasting bacon
Not tasting soot
For as it stands
I comfort you
I place the towel on
Your head
When in pain
You sink the bed
The shame
Being the liquid
When you trip
I will also fall
We will crumble
Once at all
A phoenix arises
Within the snow
I clench your hand
And never let you go

broken pieces





Broken pieces
Damaged home
Absent shoulder
Selves all alone
I taste the tears
I had for breakfast
Wondering how
This soul will last
Empty table
No conversation
Isolation
Brings selves no joy
Yet as I'm
In my company
This mouth
Begins
To merrily love me
The fuel for life
A Dragons
heat
As I drive home softly
On my feet.
Maybe he's missing
The clock will tick dead
In a tired reflection
I regurgitate
What was never said
The kiss of his laughter
The shade of his ease
When the world was destruction
He led me
To peace

Dazzling hope





Hope be dazzled
Hope be crowned
Me and my illusions
They simply get around
A cage of dreams
That seal me in
The seduction
Of victory
This soul can win
If it's war
The devil wants
On your dreams
Blow him a kiss
This taste is revolution
Evolution
To a military mind
I implement changes
That demons can't find.

Wednesday, 1 April 2015

dreams infinitus



In the event
Of my demise
He spoke in honey sweet tones
I bequeath the simplicity of something
I lost a long time ago
Hope,
Dreams escaped me,
My vision was oily,
Tainted by the sweet
Lull of fear
An alcoholic tender into
Oblivion,
To you my son
I bequeath la paradiso
I squirmed my brow in confusion
Watching as he allowed the pink and yellow kite
To ease it's way towards the sun
"To you my son, I leave the infinity
Of my dreams,"

Truths unspoken








You lie
You tell sweet little lies
Like soft marshmallow s
Weeping in.my stomachs
I wipe my salt lake tears
Study my symmetry
In the mirror
Your lies
Make the whole world distorted
I look.at that gaping wound
That's your mouth
Your sentences are yellow smoke
Your eyes are black marble
I search for the green
That paints your pupils
The flesh
Of a self
Not scalded in lies
The snot drips
Down the back of my throat
I wish I could see myself
Once more

poverty shrinks the brain






Wow, my defense to such nonsense as poverty shrinks the brain,poverty motivates us to engage the brain. The need to enter into a capitalist economy despite the complaints of Marxian terrorist, acts as a buffer for fear of rejection. Pushes us to work harder and strive to move forward. I  just saw a post which claims poverty shrinks the brain.

Poverty enhances the motivation  to succeed
Learn to hustle
Learn to connect with people outside their bracket
Hunger to succeed,
Passionate about actually doing the work, activate their potential
I'm not celebrAting poverty, or defending it as a lifestyle. But those who deal with poverty are aware it comes with depression,sometimes a chaos of emotions that cannot be controlled, homelessness, financial pressure,and there's some arrogant so and so preaching that poverty means someone is born smarter.what about the innately dumb self involved things celebrities do, the poor investments the rich make,it's bad enough for the working class and lower class having to deal with the financial loops tax evasion submitted to the rich.if lower earning households are so dumb why are universities offering students scholarships for their brilliance.

feminism and the emasculation of the man?





Is feminism emasculating men?


Are men feeling emasculated by women's tyrannical rants about equality, Many of us are aware some women are exaggerating the concept of an empowered woman. Do they feel their workplace is under threat because they believe women use their sexuality to promote themselves into high ranking positions.  Do they feel as though women have the monopoly when choosing partners and looking at sexual advancement,


Women have more options because of online dating sites, networking forums, with prejudice and misogyny in particular work places, freelance opportunities have  given rise to the freelance woman. in schools your women are statistically acquiring higher grades and
Financial schemes have been put in place to assist young women.

socially we need to pay attention to the fact that women are still being unfairly dismissed, there is still an abundance of broken homes run by single parents. The cost of this. The damage being the children are isolated from a part of their bloodline. This missing male presence has psychological gender effects. if the single parent is working they are often in the poverty bracket, middle class. With less time there is some sort of emotional distance between them and their child. We live in a society where women are taking on the role of the male and female.

it is difficult to detach from these binding roles, an invisible secret which has been well protected. The question is are women who are against these roles ejaculating the men around them, or has society become so politically correct were walking on our tiptoes.


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