Seen your Face

I have seen your face
Splinters of torment
Disecting me
Luring me into your seaping wounds
Those souless eyes
Cloaked in Shadow
Mourning the loss
Of a spirit
Within
I have seen your eyes
Empty
and black
a tongue
Void of dialogue
A gaping hole
In a mouth
Where teeth
are nothing more
Than bone

Shadows dance

Shadows dance with pure delight
A little girl
With damaged sight
Her vision blurred
Her kisses stolen
A whisper of a dream on her lips
These shadows parade
 around her frame
Clicking heels
For she is game
For every tear
This sullen child weeps
A nightshade shadow
Arises from sleep
For there was fear
when she was happy
Elixir when she smiled
The potency of her courage
Would paint the world
A while
Now into the purple
She's taken a step
Yet a stubborn heart
Fights with so much
Contempt
Shh! mama says
Dont let them hear
Dont let them see
For they steal pieces of what
You yearn to be
A bitter witch
A malevolent shadow
Beseeches in the darkness
Desperate to claim your song

Another self

Another self
Unmasking pain
I loosen the rope
You tighten the reigns
So much acid
From this Nightingales beak
Yet this isnt a dream
I am not asleep
The sandman watches
From beside my bed
Voices shriek
Angry in my head
A shiver runs
along my spine
It was not there
Those days you were mine
For days we would flash
Polaroid smiles at the world
Our Joy in infinity
Animated girls
I loosen the rope
You tighten the reigns
Determined to relinquish
Some of this pain

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

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

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.

The Owl

The owl revels in the splendour of the night, eagle eyes, cyclops, you are observer in this skin. Watching, channeling, precision to change. Each action a dimple on the goals you set before you. We awe in wonder at a world of magic and magnificent, adventure tiptoeing to come steal you away. You are glorious where you perch, casting your vision on dancing limbs and jerking bones, paperclip men and women blowing restless in the wind.

Missing link:

A stolen thought weeps in the cellar of a broken mans dreams, its need to belong to a changeling, escape the fiasco of a lost existence. dare i say this thought went astray, it needed a cushion it wanted to be a marvel like a dream. Jealous thought where are you now, on an island stranded missing existence, how will you find your way back somehow to reap the reward of supporting others with persistence.  It claws from its silent death, reflecting its wounds to an angry community, there i stood in the belly of change, selfish i was, i wanted immunity. For fear took me, and cast i aside, weeping like a baby dragged from its womb, i have risen from the tomb of a dull and colourless place.

Self and the shadow (excerpt)

He watched as i took bold steps severing the ties from my former shadow, I was not afraid any more, i would march into glory, the serpent would not rattle my skin, i would canvas this place with joy and the dimples of my delight. For much had changed. I had become a woman now, i was not afraid of him. Augustus eyed me with two lazy brown eyes , he quirked a brow as he leaned over the table in the small cafeteria. I should have been with Mack, or Ezra, yet i was here with suspicious Augustus, who had a way of seeing me right underneath the skin. "He been beating you huh?"
"Yeah,"i confessed. he rubbed a swollen finger over my soft green eye. It was black around the lid, half the girls would kill to be in my shoes, "sometimes," he spoke cooly, "we beat on ourselves also."

Moon in my lap

The moon sits between my lap, there is a thirst to conquer new world and taste a new sky. There is a sun on my tongue, i feel freedom wrap its arms around me. I feel love dancing a staccato against my heart. The universe has empowered me so, i feel it in every breath , in every song, in every limerick. I hear thoughts like percussions jubilating in my mind, spirit like a cyclop seduces me to another realm of possibilities, for a moon sits between my lap, and i am everything.

How do i tap into my potential

Whisper a song so sweet, it plays like a melody upon my veins. A trumpet inside my heart, and excites every bone in my body. Every pulse, every twitch, every jerk every muscle. It is the magic of delving into a new reality, of  becoming elastic beyond ones comfort zone of accessing great knowledge and great change. I dive into this network of new creative splendour, the architect to my own wonderment, hoping to dazzle my reflection, and awe at the change.

Overiding the programming

There is an eagerness to quit when things get really dificult. When fear overides the programming and the habbits we've developed, you must challenge it. You must seek to conquer it, by creating a system, tapping into resources, and becoming masterful with knowledge. There is wisdom in our failures. Is it fear of failure that is stopping you from progressing further, you must slip and fall then rise again, with a more intricate knowledge of the architecture, your demographic and who you are catering too.

Short story excerpt: Honey

"I could have died right there," my friend Kim announces. Christ everything is drama with this chic. " Just right there, not anywhere else?" I offer sarcastically. He's just a guy. Matthew Cole is just a guy, yet suddenly her whole world revolves around getting his attention. "What happened to Womens independence, Feminism,playing hard to get," I snap. Then I could have died right there. Literally I could have let the ground swallow me up. Kim fixes me with an arctic grey stare, drags her hair up and shoves it into a tidy little bun. She gets that look on the hockey pitch, when she wants to fight someone. Her chestnut hair wild like a stallions mane, her voluptuous mouth set in a firm line.  I step back, to create some space between us, the wind is like razors out here in the playground and the care taker hasn't come yet. " what is it with you?"
She tosses back. Finally shoving her hands into her blue puffer jacket pockets. "Red jeans today huh? That's different." The words slip out like oil.
" who are you? And what have you done with my friend?" Kim snaps.
I think about what my mum used to say, before I'd be made to sit in the corner whilst she studied my friend Kim with crow eyes. "There's something special about this girl, you know." Was I jealous. Of her attraction to tall, dark, razor sharp wit, and crystal eyes Matthew Cole? I hated it. It was like she was a different person when guys come into the picture. On the surface it always looks like jealousy I'm bookish with thin blonde hair, I let it grow to my knees because mom was obsessed with me cutting it in a style like the 80's. "Grow it, or rock it that's what you do honey."

Qudos to Kings:Capturing Kingsized imaginations

It begins with the seed of discourse, a fledgling conversation explodes into the silence. You are at the mercy of self and mind. Determined to obliterate the silence, eager to escape the tedium which transcends normal life. You want change, you want drama, excitement, passion, growth and a life of fulfilment. There is no substitute  for development. There is no substitute for tapping into infinite change and infinite possibility. Welcome to the evolving self. Welcome to a mind which will meditate upon change, meandering, and navigating through the chaos of fallen trials and almost triumphs. You think to yourself, from the world allows one day I will make an impact. One day I will take bold creative steps and unwind myself from the umbilical cord of 'normal' nursing the wounds that come with attempts to elevate ones self, beyond the constraints of a simplistic mind. You are stepping outside of the box, taking off shoes and socks, walking bare foot, into a realm of infinite questions where answers are blanketed, closeted and cloaked. You will morph into a self that the world will find undiscovered, unrecognisable. Self as explorer, self as adventurer, yet self as hero. There is something beautiful about the expansive mind. It's complex methodologies, and stratagem, then at other times the way it eases you into a fate with a simple recipe, and ingredients that primarily redefine your entire sense of being. Your imagination is your best friend on this journey, feed it and fuel its processes.

Pushing past possible how to beat limitations

It was impossible, they said. They eyed you with a view that this challenge could over whelm, could overtake and could defeat you. This challenge will be the making of you. In our infinite wisdom, we seek spools of gratification from those who are to focussed on what's real and accessible, now, on what others have said is doable. What we should really seek is proving beyond a doubt that the challenges we face with grit and with determination are achievable. We see great leaders achieve great things beyond the borders of fear,distribute their creativity, access their most productive self. To push into the realm of possibilities, you must seek wisdom at all times. You must acquire the teachings from those who have come before you, walked down your path, beaten these odds, and challenged these obstacles. It is more than other people's passing remarks of seen and heard, this is your future, this is your life. Moment to moment we find ourselves eclipsed by the fear of other people who were overshadowed by Giants, we quickly forget about those who stood on the shoulders of giants so they could be observers, and learn to be more than spectators. With each view they gained perception,foresight, strategy to navigate, and look at ways around some of the confinements of other people's realities. With our words we create our reality, with our literature, we access a prism of worlds, with our eyes we can be selective and our ears can be over indulged by a mass of other people's thoughts and ideas. Pick your standing. You are the leader of your own tribe of thoughts, fuel them with passion, direct them with activity, ensure they are productive, and encompass your world in a hub of literature and the impact of great influencers. You can make the change if you just believe and take action. It is gradual, and it is becoming. But with every inch you are creating a ripple.

spearheading super change

We are often told with fear that possibility is beyond our reach. We hear voices chime into our eardrums,leading our defeat, hoping that we are less than what we are. For all the change agents, visionaries, leaders, and hopefuls, the mind needs a wealth of food to empower itself. It is important to cultivate a conversation with the mind, to shape your future, you must develop a path of access for yourself and those who tread after you. We walk, a path littered with obstacles, it is a narrow road, skittered with objects, eager to challenge social fugitives that escape the trademark of a standard norm. We are elevating ourselves beyond the ordinary,evolving to what's extraordinary, connecting to a self that is illuminated and transcends both pain and small definition. You are more than the minuscule conversations of yester year, greater than fear, other people's put downs, ridicules, laughter, humiliation, because to make an impact, to create change you must tap into your infinite self.
This is beyond the simplicity of your needs, you are changing the perspective of others. Heightening their ambitions and bringing them further in the realm of possibilities. It was a dream, then it became a vision, now you must tread it, now you must March it, now you must glorify your own independence, by celebrating the power of your mind. The mind is the most powerful tool we have at our disposal, it helps us become instigators of great social change, manoeuvre, and negotiate, our way to our own financial freedom. We walk in the paths of change agents that came before us, shifting, dancing through time.

A self to discover

Who lost you, and made you find yourself. Stuff. We deal with other people's stuff everyday. The world assumes it is emotionally hygienic, that 'we' are cleansed and it's the other individual with the problems. Yet here is a reality cheque to cash in daily, a problem comes with a solution. Those of us who identify others as flawed and simply watch them crumble, are really the ones with a storm coming our way. Growing up and dealing with my disability, especially the epileptic fits there was a woman who lived near me, that used to warn the neighbours about me cruelly announcing that ' she has problems steer clear." I became isolated and alone, until I discovered she had some challenges of her own. Yet not to bare all. Every individual you face has been challenged by this school called life, we are in education, we are finding out about our highest selves and our greatest power. You come to know your strengths when you are probed with a weakness.

The death of Aspiring to be

Make it you?Successful? Hell yeah. It is a myth that the impossibility factor even exist for you right now, their saying your on cloud nine, what have they been smoking? I once came across the most disgusting figure of a human being who expressed to his friends, loud enough for me to hear of course, all nasty people do, that I would die aspiring. Good looking guy, but I could see he thought his looks put him in a power position. He was not exceptional to look at. In fact he just looked like some blind persons lazy anime drawing, actually, there are talented blind people and I apologise for the disrespect. When you are climbing, trying to reach that place where you can look out at the rest of the world, you will meet fools like this. Focus and zone in. You are closer than you think, wiser than you think, and I'm here to tell many of you, you are greater than you think. You will get there. Believe in touching your glory, tasting your glory, feeling your glory, do not let people like this with no shadow no form, damage your vision. It means protect it like a new born baby, nourish it like a mother and watch it grow. It requires consistent action, self love, and respect. Do not die Aspiring to be.

Ripe as the pen

It doesn't have to be perfect but as writers we feel we have to tap into something ethereal to free that clenched mouth pen. It is ripe, we know it, it must have a period on the page, this pen must bleed the voices we hear in our heads, captivate audiences with the Marvel's we see visually like spirit dragons dancing for the Chinese new year. We are lost in our own web of spinning,ballerina thoughts, and buzzing electric verbs, yet the page remains concrete. Procrastination is one of the worst feelings in the world, it tsunamis the courage to participate, it taps into unknown fears. The question is where do you want to be? In my mind I told myself an army of excuses until courage was a foreign tongue. I glared at a reflection that I trusted ignoring hollow eyes, not from lack of sleep,just from the nightmares of ideas whispered into the mouths of others, planted like a kiss. Propell yourself forward by reminding you, it doesn't have to be perfect. It just has to begin, like tapping a key on a keyboard, or planting your feet into some new shoes. Try out those shoes, and then take one bold step, there is no black hole, only gravity.

Knowledge weaving into the pen

Knowledge is wealth, i am a believer of this. The more we grow in abundance developing an unsteady self, the better we are between two worlds. The world of fiction and the world of reality. We are prosperous and mighty when we consume an abundance of source , which informs not just literary prose,but the higher self. A self on a quest for a purer existence, a taste that whistles on your tongue begging you to consume its song. I am a writer, and yet we face the world complaining that we are not omnipotent in skill, that God has blessed us with little talent to access world's. Set yourself free with your pen. Verbs are itching snakes, adjectives poised to be bitten and consumed with their poison,as sentences fling unto the page rolling off your tongue. I love writing because within it, I am everything and so much more in between.