Glitterball

The things you miss
about the faces that claimed
Your day
people who are just passing
Time
with
You
Scared of aging
I miss the flash of
White teeth
A polaroid of precision
gated bones
Celebrating snatches
from a postcard of Joy
Talling me how happy
You were to see me
Your warm embrace
The honey of your soft
Voice
Like the kiss of
butter
I miss my friend
whose laugh would
erupt
like a Volcano
Turning grown men into
Bludshing yet pulsing
Schoolboys
Spasms of conversations
Lost in the magic
of a Glimpse
Speech bubble people
Eager to be popped
Ripe for connecting
I miss your walk
Like a dance
The shimmy of Limbs
everytime you stepped
Into a room
You were like a
Dazzling Glitterball
Your eyes shone like
Jewels
For there was
Something special
About you

The Libra

"Dare i say it"
Mother speaks
laying a blanket
Of Cinnamon Pancakes
With honeyed syrup
and a fly
pinned to the top
"This is my gesture of love"
I eye it with discontent
Pancakes before our normal
Breakfast time
My stepmothers attempt
at Friendship
once more
Flawed and imprecise
Like her
Pancakes with a fly
On top
No jewellery
Of stainless steel
Diamante earing pods
No hemmed skirt
For a little Princess
Patchwork
Vintage
Olden style
Elizabeth Taylor Iconique
Pancakes with Honeyed Syrup
and a smile
A semi nude
Coffee skinned woman
in a blue velvet Gown
waterfall midnight hair
And eyes like starlets
"You are getting to know me," i extend
"I will keep the damsel as a souvernir,"
For she has negotiated her way
into my house
This coffee skinned woman
Her libran scales of balance
Providing new
seasons of comfort

A Strange Thing

There is something strange
About the young one
This young seedling
Lopsided grin
Fringe
Hooded eyes
Masking a sea of discontent
An Opium of Longing
Something odd about
The veins like
tentacles
This Octopus
needing to be loved
Yet so desolate
an Island
A separate being
There is something
strange about the way
Every action
is a question mark
As though she would
Quiz her own
reflection
And her shadow
would trudge off
in Confusion
It is puzzling
To be lost
In a skin
That belongs
To you

Elasticity

He said he loved you
So he took you
There,
A dance with Gypsies
A summoning
of Gods
War Gods
Sea Gods
Sky and Sun
He exploded into
A million fireworks
All over your bosom
Tainting you
With his cells
He said
He loved you
So he took you
There
Beyond The moist
Past Elasticity

Tastebud

Run with wolves
Let your hair
Fly freely
There is a spark
Of electricity
between your fingertips
A salsa in your hips
Magic on your tongue
You are young
Still
baptise yourself
In the warmth
Of the Sun
Love is a tastebud
Swallowing
You
Whole

Little girl dreaming

Once upon a dreamer
With her once upon a time
Those myths i once told you
Could unravel
you in time
Neatly stitched
Like the hem of a skirt
Look at all the threading
Patchwork and fabric
Little girl
Mother says you dream too hard
Where are all your fingers
Itchy fingers
Itchy thumbs
make them nimble
Make them numb
Will you be eaten by a
Vortex of dreams
Sink into pillow
Wanted by Sandman
Mother says little Girls
By the Bayou
must Toil
Disipline and habbit
Doesnt unfoil
Keep the dream
Like a postcard in your pocket
Dare you not lose it
My treasure
Lock it

Cinderella and her glass promise

I will wait for you.
It was a lie which was
Pregnant with a thousand sins
For he had lied too
In the hue of the night
The maze of the mind
Soothes an angry minotaur
Angry that she was
left behind
How do you soothe
One who was lost in time
Yet still present
How do you charm a genie
like smoke
into the eternity
Of a trapped existence
To a love
That once upon
was scared of becoming
I will wait for you
she said
A sentence
That hangs fraily in the air
Then is put to sleep
With sedative
When cassanova glides by
With his rhythmn and blues stride
Conversations that can transport
her to Jupiter
Without the tonic
Sharing half a smile ,
Making nerves jitter and
dance like keys in pocket
The clock ticks,
Strikes a chord
If she waited
Cinderellas feet
May turn to glass

Postmark stranded

I promised you
Flowers by the moonlight
Something alive
Breathing
Something loved
Needing Oxygen
The way i needed you
Needing water
You are cocooned
Within this soil
Lovers trudge by in dirty
working man boots
and timberlands
Just to tell stories
Journal the days of the living
To those whose
Ears have slept
I miss the laughter
that bubbled from you
before the wine would come
Filling the room
Like a ghost
claiming glares like a gossip
Your laugh was a postcard
Of where we were
Our stamp
First class
Royal air
I am deciphering
my grief
Scared to embrace it
That it will morph and become me
Such a greedy
wholesome thing
Like a baby suckling
At your breast
Claiming buds of milk
I am only 3 months
into this cycle
By the moonlight
The ghosts of other peoples
tears
and snatches of their conversation
piercing my eardrums
It is like being at sea
With a tempest
Like an angry Horizon
It is like being on
an Island
with no boat
My eyes are wild orbs
From lack of sleep
I grow restless in my
own company
pacing the brackets
Of the limitations i set
I miss most the scent of you
Like a burning incense
Making my whole body shiver
The talks into a purple night
as my complexion would pale
For you were somewhat
extraordinary
Where are you now
My extraordinary love
For i am stranded here

Sins of a rose

I am handcuffed to a love
I do not understand it
It eats me up
Then plucks me inbetween sharp jagged
Teeth
When i am bleeding
It licks my scars
Yet when i am whole
It crunches at my stem
Till i am incomplete
and in need of sustainance
It says i have sinned as a rose
Such a beautiful
Perculiar
Rose with thorns
Once it tried to eat me
and my thorns
they pricked it's gums
Till it bled
leaking yellowing puss
It must punish me now
such a beautiful
perculiar thing
For as a rose
Yanked from its beauteous soil
My roots they still breathe life
and i remain an extraordinary thing
The sin of a rose
My many many sins
Yet loves a dangerous thing

splash

I have baptised myself in a new lie
That i am happy without you
I pull back the soft silk of the bed sheets
Mosaic printed
studying the wrinkles
and the stains you left
On your side of the bed
The cd plays jazz on repeat
our favourite song
dances into my eardrums
as tears burrow like
critters deeper
into my skull
I have baptised myself in a lie
strands of light are a strain to
this purple lit room
Where my flesh rots
with dirt
It has been days of mourning
Weeks of pain
Hours and minutes of loss
Clothes are strewn across
our once Canvas room
There is an echo
Of sobs i wept
A shadow stalls in the corner
glaring angrily at me
Yet dare i remove myself
From the bosom of so much pain
Dare i dual
Once more with love
and life.

The new song

Theres a song in your heart
A poem that has brought you to your knees
You crush the grapefruit
of words between your tongue
The sweet yet sour taste of truth
embedded with sweet lies
That were delicious
Once upon a time
And you tell yourself
This narrative,
My narrative
makes sense
Beneath the sting
Of old pain
Wounds that bleed
With welts and scars around them
A map of pain
A globe of history
Experiences
And you prepare
new words
new songs
a new poem in your heart
Featherlight
To float into tomorrow
Countering the sting
Of yesterday

Chalk and Cheese

Mother says
were like chalk and cheese
It makes me nervous
It makes me sneeze
For things in life
I sure do want
He tells me i shouldn't
Tells me i cant
You do not dream
The way i dream
paint skies with
Mush
Or icecream
To lurk
beside thoughts
That reside
within cobwebs
To see hungry arachnids
Still eager
To be fed
I have marched Vikings
Black and blue
Had meetings
With Ali
About what dreams
amount to
When others see
me
They cross pavements instead
For fear im a highlander
Too inside my head
Yet to dream
And oh but a merry dream
is like a gasp of air
One day
You will see me there
A self within a dream
Flesh and bone
I will connect the dots
And make my way
Home.

Till Dawn

He whistled at scars
on my face
etchings of beauty
which age would erase
Does anyone look like you
he said
His eyes filling
with with the curves
of my hips
To the curls on my head
You are a wonder to me
When you speak
It is a current
Elasticity
Everytime i see
your steps pound the ground
not even the shriek
of a nearby noun
Can distract
me from this trance
That exists
Hypnotism
Over years it persists
For when you smile
i imagine myself
perched as a butterfly in your pocket
A peck on your cheek
A marvel
A rocket
I sit three rows
behind you in Music
I play the flute
and would gladly
abuse it
To become piper
A thread for your
Song
Give me a limerick
I'll sing it till
Dawn

Lucky Penny

The creative caption
is hidden in the fold
Caught between the blankets
Of a life which
plans to scold
An unkempt you
For such tiresome risk
Your fighting a self
Yet there are no fist
A shadow stalks
To claim your flesh
To claim the laughter
and what is left
Was it something
You predicted
Something
cause
planned t'would
be afflicted
For the siren voice
That cried
a noun of Wolf
Looking for ways
To play his golf
And picking pennies
From a busy floor

Toil

Toil at the struggle, the seed in the soil

You must work hard

To produce your oil

For others are watching

And green eyed they will be

With mouths that run amock

Trying to Pythagoras

Theorem me

Yet as you develop structure

As you develop plan

Do not be a sheep

Do not be a lamb

For winter will be coming

And so will all the wolves

To eat upon your flesh

If you haven’t been to school

Beauty

Beauty I have seen you reign

Whether in joy

Or nursing your pain

You triumph through mines

A self that remains

Body on the hinges

And a mind that’s still sane

For the world would like

To drive you there

To draw you in

To roads which

Lead nowhere

Extraordinary

Its necessary

To be extraordinary

In a world of mediocre

Where misery

Believes

Its sober

Where lack of joy

Believes it will triumph

And envy

Thinks it will gain

Its stump

Arrival

The chariot is coming

They’ll mount you up high

Empower yourself

They’ll see how you fly

Rising reaching

Climbing still

Holding unto

Your blessed will

Ignoring construct

Ignoring rules

Using the gift

Of gods blessed

Tools

Chariots arival

He said

He loved you

And covets you still

Wants to break you in pieces

And harness your will

For he splutters words

Like poison they reign

Words

That reflect

So much of his pain

Do not muddle yourself

In his fire

This being is a mess

His life is dire

Focus on being

An unstoppable thing

For you are

A Queen

An unstoppable being

Joyous Zen

Arise from the sadness, tattoo on your smile

Let it be signature

Resurrect your style, for the glimmer of hope

Will shine in your eyes

Like a coin

Let the world

Join your brigade

Of happy

Align with self

Others with pitchfork

Yet theres no one else

But you on your stage

This is your life

Be unafraid

Of your joyous zen

The womb baby

I uncurl myself from the weeping form this Womb baby in the shadow, 
whilst they circle pitch forks in the dark. 
I suck in my breath , 
ready to expel the fire of a new day,
 the song in my throat once turned into a whisper,
 my tongue jives eager to chorus with a new form.

The Gallant Man

With each prick of laughter, you turn your head away.

 Your attention has shifted now. The thorns have pricked you, like an electric current, have jerked and Spasmed jolting you into an unfamiliar reality. 

You do not like this terrain. You do not like those words which slide into bloodied sentences looking for casualty. 

You search my eyes, with your jewelled salt brown Gaze, it is an uneasy smile you prescribe, doctoring the rejection i feel. 

You tilt my chin up with your fingertip, and say in a baritone like warm chocolate steaming from mug, "i like different, different is good. You were enough."

Cinnamon on Tongue

Common Scents is Lost , 

when he speaks a poem from his lips , 

words like Caramel and butter melt  into the air,

 taste like cinnamon on tongue, sweet seduction, 

comfort me, for dare i sleep not having known your name.

Love as the piper

Love has made me Piper,
The song a sweet melody enchanting
My ears,
jittering my bones,
Goosebumps along pimpled flesh ,
I am a mess when i inhale
Your scents

Voice of Freedom

Freedom comes in a voice which bellows an endless truth,
Do not wrap me in your sorcery,
i have lain awake ,
Slaying demons in your shadow

Lit flame

I taste the Rainbow and Kiss the sky,
fueled by your passion,
 you light my fire.

Sonnet to the stars

It was a Sonnet to the stars ,
from Jupiter to Mars ,
 I find myself unravelling,
layers of me unfolding beneath your touch.

oblivion

I saunter within this creative canvas, a universe of freedom, a sky of so many colours, electric are my brushstrokes as i paint my way into oblivion.

Midnight Blue

Midnight to blue, what happened to you, sleek as a cat, i am dark too. An empress with my ancient braids, touch my skin be unafraid. Swallow the coffee complex on your tongue, cappucino skin theres no back to front.

Kiss it away

Theres a butterfly on your lips, a vibrant jubilee of carnival colours, flapping its wings red and white against the sting of the wind, preparing for the sky. A sky that swallows. A sky where eagles flap tired wings, there is a butterfly on your lips, kiss it away.

Miracle girl

Miracle girl he will dance when you smile, lay out the carpet like a moon for you, share your words like a song. Miracle girl he will love your thick afro hair, the hues of culture in your eyes, the high accent of your cheekbones and the chip in your teeth. When you walk, he will strut like a peacock proud to be on your arm, and kneel before you at the alter with an Orb in his heart.

Left bare

I plucked the petals from beside your skin, he loves me, yet those thorns are sin, That chocolate skin, and soft brown eyes, he opens up, and im surprised, that such a man keeps pandoras box next to shoes and socks.

Days of Gloom

A passion came up in me, like a storm, sweeping into my blood, dare i look upon those salt brown eyes of yours, awe at them with love. For this coffee brown skinned girl, will wrap you up in her musical world, will play calypso, and her honeyed tune, will steer you free from those days of gloom.

Promise of potential

A promise of potential is what ive seen before, do i promise my potential and ne'er touch the floor, i hit the ground feet running, with many  of my quirks, and when i touch the moon
Thats when i'll go bezerk.

A marvel

I marvel at your kisses, awe at your touch, seek your warm embrace, love is not too much, for you are the spine, the vessel which channels the flame. A passionate elixir and when you speak my name, i am but song in your throat, a merry little tonic, an alcohol in your belly
 turning you to alcoholic.

The sun and the butterfly

The sun it smiled upon me, when i curled into your skin on that warm April day. Your limbs a coccoon, i a butterfly, mocha and transparent for the world to see. My beauty sharp as a sword, my colours seductive in this jungle, my wings freeing me before your kiss. Wrap me in your warm embrace, let me glow before you.

Ivory Moon

An ivory moon, a purple sky, a wanderers song, i wonder why, i remain buoyant in your abundance,limbs oil beneath your glare, worlds become spectators, For they acknowledge
i am butter beneath your stare. Our youth, a jubilee, like pearls before a majestic throne.

Starlight and Moons

Of stars and moonlight
The glory become
Shimmering beneath a twilight sky,
a butterfly becomes thee,
Blessed with her wings
Which flap
For worlds
That orbit
this universe perhaps

Him

It was a crimson kiss that sent my blood pulsing, roaring, such spirit evangelising the electricity within my limbs. Glee swollen in my belly, each step like water to him, for when i touched his coffee skin, id melt before his touch, as his mouth would open releasing the flames of an everlasting love. The dialect like sparks of electricity, the passion of a song bird, the poem from his lips.

Band of Freedom

You are electric on the canvas, your soul a compass, striking a chord of creative mastery, injecting art, and fever into the magic of the world. Sing your song with buoyant jubilee for a marching band is coming, they aim to set you free.

Dragon Sun

Inches from the horizon, shadow you will be illuminescent, the chains around your ankle will fall to the side, shatter like icicles, be on the ground like moss. Inches from the horizon where a pregnant sun, waits before you, abundant in its love, shimmering such lucid colours of gold. Dance before each jewelled element, snake hips you are belly dancer, and you will swallow it like a dragon and breathe it before worlds.

Back to front world

Too many coats for too many skins, too much flesh which self are you in, are you the kite that soars up to the stars are you freedom from Jupiter to mars. Extending yourself elastic within the vastness of the sky, illuminating worlds, for self to travel by, exploding fireworks, skittles on the tongue, So many coats to put on , when the world is back to front.

Access denied from fear

Access denied to the fringes of fear, i see anger looming in your eyes, yet my strength does not hear you. All the troubled words, and the shriek from your lungs, a vocab once heard whilst you tainted worlds with your song. And yet i see Moons, stars , suns dance before my eyes, capture me with kisses, embed me in surprise. For o what a web you wove, as my soul it dove,for shelter.

Inbetween Selves

Caught within the inbetween

A message in a bottle

with words stitched to seams

Unlocking me 

Unpacking me

Which destination 

Will i be 

Global compass

A self from Home 

Find a girl 

Wandering 

In the wonders of Rome

Coveting people

Scents and streets

A fragmented self 

Beyond belief 

Ivory Kiss

He planted upon me an ivory kiss, my mocha had not tasted a sweetness like this, whether a stroke of chocolate or tan, An ivory kiss from this foreign man, in the layers of a dream, slipping deep within my skin , embracing my thoughts, and compassing within.

Verse of the man

verse of the man, strong in his stride, i am your eve, worlds can go hide, dare they arise and look upon with contempt, with resentment, and lack common sense. For here we are, a tribe of two, evolving into fiction, turning to glue, something the eyes, they never did see, something to marvel at
something so free.

Charcoal fear

I see each fear, charcoal, dust, ash in the wind, i blew it away from my universe. My breath is speckled with skittles, my tongue is oppulent with power. There is a buoyancy to my stride, as i move closer as the shadow disintegrates its mask fading. Fear you have watched me for so long, hawk eye in a night with no moons, twirling in your song of glory, now the angels stampede at my side, a samba as your eyes become poignant with tears.

The Divine

Divine timing, ecclesiastical faith , dare i wait,and summon with bait, calling with my creative song, those changes i required all along, a dream that never slumbers never sleeps, when i look at my reflection it sends me weak, for i am blessed in this skin, yet i still champion this need to win, a hungry lioness, with a bowl full of flesh not rotten morsels, that were hinged on a bet.

Metamorphosis

Changing fiction, stripping bare, old thoughts that wear down, tired hare. Do i attempt to sprint , and run and hop, leap into my springtime, a buoyant bop,For winter can crucify the soul, each spear can pierce beyond control, the elixir of courage a fervent wine, delicious and heated around the limbs entwine. As i strive for my higher self, embracing healing and nothing else, soon enough i will run and skip and hop, for this dream i will never stop.

Knowledge and all its compartments

Splinters, crackled glass, making shapes, im running fast, from shadows of fear that trickle like ink on a pallette, a canvas that is eager for the brush strokes of my creative mind. Creative mind come to me, come to me, so i can see, all the things hidden , beyond contempt, those eager boxes that dont make sense, unlock all the padlocks, with iron clad keys, slide open compartments, have knowledge on knees, for a bite of the apple,so tender and sweet, something delicious, to be trapped in my teeth.