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

Short story excerpt:Once Upon

It was an ancient thought which arose him from a dusky sleep, the fear of living a life less satisfied, unfulfilled, dreamer with itching Bones. As Alex Rossi glared at the blue scape of Ocean his eyes dotting the fish which jumped out like ballerina's a thought crossed his mind. Once upon a time, he had been a beast of a man, a flyer who made life itself afraid. He had been a champion of a man who set sturdy goals leaving not even the spine of them to Marvel at, yet the loss of his dearest had deconstructed it all. What makes up the foundations of a fortress of a man, this lion, this Kingsman, when his heart is in the other realm. It was that doctor and her lazy tone, the one with the Midnight hair, and the chestnut brown eyes framed by astute bookish glasses. "Suicide," she had said, the word he wished was smoke in the air. There were days where the ache of longing made him glare at the cocktail of medicines on his desk, when he'd lay in bed for hours wishing he was curled up to her long aristocratic frame. Wishing he could watch her move like a shadow cat across the room once again, her thick Afro hair, her dimpled brown eyes, and the calm of her smile. When had she stopped smiling, when had he stopped listening, and how did she keep that secret for so long? He would take care of it, he would take care of all Sylvia's messes, he shook himself out of the stupor, he would be great in memory of her and turn her foundation into something spectacular. The guilt had eaten him for years, of his affairs, her affairs, the projects they should have been fixing but when two broken glass people come together it can be a puzzle with missing pieces. Alex pulled the hood over his head from the white sweatshirt. Opened his yellow flask and just as he reached to take a sip of the iced tea he'd packed, he felt it then. The frame of a gun, pressing against the back of his head, and a silky voice transport him back to another reality. "Hello Alex," she spoke , her Russian accent polished, the quiver in her voice barely audible,"Remember me?"

short story excerpt: Game Of Dice

Game of Dice "You know to love so much , you dont have to sacrifice so many selves," Jada reached across to her mother, perching an ebony hand like a kiss on her caramel skin. "He left again didnt he?" Mother looked away, her silver eyes a window to a soul knotted with anxiety. " All that runnin' im tired of all that runnin' i just wanna love him."
"He doesn't love you back."
"I did everything," she wept,"everything for Leonard. I just asked of him to be there." Jada stared hard at her mothers slender frame. Rosalyn Taylor Smith was an extraordinary beauty, her features were aristocratic, sharp, striking. A nose like a dagger, bedroom eyes framed by spider lashes, men stopped when she walked by, women glared enviously. Yet Rosalyn's obsession with an alcoholic, who had a passion for Frances night life was heart breaking. "I sold the car you know," there was a croak in her voice "i was gonna set us up on the French Riviera, like back in the day." she paused
"Dads vintage Lamborghini?" Jada felt less sorry now, now she felt a burn in her veins. " What happened to the money from the sale?"
" I-"
"That was supposed to go to your grandchildren. Tell me, he hasnt got our money," Jada rose her two eyes spinning, orbs of fire.Lenny wanted to play his sick puppet games with Ma , games he'd gotten used to, but the hour of reckoning was upon him. "What the hell are you doing lady, thats.."
"a dead man . I'll find Lenny, find the money, but you'll have to pick...its me or him." She continued loading her fathers gun, its silver structure now erect in her pocket.

Ladders for broken strands#4billion

Its not their job to fix you, you may want the support, desire the connection, the understanding, yet self pity is no friend of success. Were allowed to feel vulnerable, scared, life is unpredictable, yet entitlement leaves you far from your goals and objectives. In life not everybody will want to see you succeed, not everybody will want to see you grow, and not everybody will want to see you shine. Yet shine anyway, for this is what great leaders do. They shine and create movement in society, impact and awareness, growth and focus. If it is your passion to change an aspect of your life, list the changes and write the impacts you are looking for. Do the research who can assist you make thsese changes in your life, is it your business centre, your youth centre, community centre, school , university, College? Government assist? They are not there to fix you, they are there to aid you, and provide a ladder for you to clamber to the top of your objective pyramid, fulfill your plan, and meet your deadlines. Fear can convince us the world owes us, it gives you a chance to procrastinate, to doubt, to get angry, and for some anger does not fuel action, it fuels stories. Everybody has a story yet in this lifetime what would you like yours to be. A story of self pity or a story of success.

Soaring through the silence

I thought about braving through the hard times and weathering the storm, in life you must believe you can. Believe you can do anything. Be committed to your discipline and network as though your house is in drought , and requires some water.It is uncanny the amount of casualties out there, in business, branding, networking. They have tales of all the trials and tribulations the chaos of the mind is a busy thing.I want you to visualise your success, close your eyes and see yourself accomplishing your goal, celebrating, with precision becoming the greatness you seek. You must believe in your potential and scatter doubt to the dusk by taking things a goal at a time. Some of us loose out because we can't follow a discipline, we have no strategy , yet let 2016 be the year you blind others with the ability to triumph. Sing a different story, fail some more and learn from it. Failures are there to help you develop, their there to help you grow, their there to carry you so you can learn and adjust until you tap into your unlimited potential. There is a higher self, a greater self, an infinite self you want to see discovered before time turns you into a relic. As a warrior you will announce yourself and the world will celebrate your strengths, yet you need to celebrate innovation within yourself. You need to dive into those embers of fear, whether it's about business, family, or the self, and rediscover the wings which will help you soar.