January 2017

Black Mother

Do you remember me Black African mother Maria Do you remember me Wrapped on your back Heartbeat I remember you White clinging monkey Warm I remember you My skin craving skin

Bare foot across the dusty paths I drag those fucking angel wings Black as the blackest of nights All the way back to heavens door I throw them at old St Peters feet Turn a bloody back, say, ‘No more’

I Am A Battlefield

I see my fingers unfurl like a flower Planting my banner in battle blood I see the empty bowls of my hands Plunging into water crystal pure I see black birds circling like a wind Calling peace down their hollow beaks My companion, silence, waits for me Knowledge speaks to me in silence Wisdom findsContinue reading “I Am A Battlefield “

In Love I Stand

I tear bleed every pain from me Hot iron cauterise the wounds I see Stand here in open love and be When echoing hurt demands it from me. Hold my breath whilst flaying me For endless love is all there’ll be

Hiding in the moon

Arrivederci

The chilly wind that will take you away, storms in from the far flung west falling down a frozen mountain side hugging me briefly on my abandoned shore before grabbing hold of your dazzling sails. The chilly wind that will take you away, steals a piece of my warm and glowing heart holds it inContinue reading “Arrivederci”

Blasé

The final note disappear into smokey spaces lingering between empty glasses. Longing fingers reaching out for lonely promises reflected on the tired faces. We close our eyes to protect ourselves from the desperate truth of the dying light. Keep the words of our desires hidden behind the walls of many a futile night. All IContinue reading “Blasé”

The Namib

There is a vast space inside of me. Created in the heart of the Namib desert. On a night so dark that you could feel it. A night so quiet that you could hear it. Where I was one with everything. I could not see where I ended and infinity began. Where the stars wereContinue reading “The Namib”

The Knight

The knight, weary and battle scarred Drops his heavy armour to the ground He builds a fire without a single word Exhaling, bends his tired knees to sit He waits No more will he go out from this place No more bloody battles will he fight No more conquering and subjecting No more creating ofContinue reading “The Knight”