Fingers
picking the strings
deaf to the tones, but still
sending vibrations rippling
through you
Jul 21, 2011
Jul 21, 2011 at 5:12 AM UTC
You are my sunshine
my only light
you make me smile
when I lose sight
you'll never know
how much I owe you
so please don't go
or at least
stay tonight
Jul 21, 2011
Jul 21, 2011 at 5:10 AM UTC
Piercing sounds like the night howls of red foxes
where do the screams come from
echoing on the rooftops of the ghetto
how do we make them stop.
Where do the screams come from
more stunning than suicidal bombing blasts
how do we make them stop.
Turn tears into children's laughter.
More stunning than suicidal bombing blasts
eyes fixed - stand still. Until realisation hits
Turn tears into children's laughter
it makes more sense.
Eyes fixed - stand still. Until realisation hits
blocks crumbling, bare foot on concrete rubble
it makes no sense.
Fear clings to the air, casts shadows like rain clouds
blocks crumbling - bare foot on concrete rubble
splitting skin on rock, struggling to free them.
Fear clings to the air, casts shadows like rain clouds
Waiting for the raindrops.
The aftershocks.
Jul 21, 2011
Jul 21, 2011 at 5:09 AM UTC
I GO SOLO! And if it must be spent,
Then allow it being in the concrete
Of murky buildings; - climb under the high street,
Eye up some greenery – the canal bent,
Its colourful turns – from Lock to Regents,
Can seem a long ting: when its just my feet
Distant street lights; No battery to tweet
Stop by Zoo listen to animals intent.
Boy! I'm reaching these scenes frequent; jack jones
And the time I spent rhyming to myself,
Those words are images of thoughts I felt,
the sickest wickedest is not alone
Almost as good as getting a black belt
When two MC's spit free's to release I'm home.
Jul 21, 2011
Jul 21, 2011 at 5:07 AM UTC
I GOT a dog and the dumb dog drown;
And I think it drowned its not breathing;
SO, why did it not swim for? It was brown,
With a leather lead it was always eating;
These little white socks! Why did you drown-
Not like I need you, dumb dog! Why?
You lived on your own on the balcony,
Why silly mut! You coulda lived with me?
I tickled your ears and under your belly;
Why not live loudly, barking cats up trees?
Jul 21, 2011
Jul 21, 2011 at 5:04 AM UTC
DRY your eye- Man, dry your eye!
The sun will rise from the night sky.
Stop your noise! Man! stop your noise!
Young bluds don't sleep they'll hear your voice
You can't vent! trust! You cant vent
Cause I was taught in Torment
to bottle my chest of melodies-
Dry your eye.
Head up! Look head up!
Over the blocks get unstuck
Fix up, fix up. No gutter now
On this plush planets crown
See me ! it's this silvery note
That cures the bad mans gloat
Dry your eye ! Man dry your eye !
The sun will rise from the night sky.
Bless, Bless, I'm out, Bless
I'm gone in the overcast grey-
Bless, Bless !
Jul 21, 2011
Jul 21, 2011 at 4:51 AM UTC
Do you remember the first piece?
Did it wrap around wrists, a Twist or Curb
hug fingers or hang round your neck holding on
for silver or gold?
Maybe it was gunshot through ear lobes
hot blood rush, diamond studs sit in until
body heals and holes held open stay open
for hoops and dangles
Is it worth your face in gold?
Does he bling too, that black boyfriend?
Is he Bead or Box or Byzantine chain
blazing bronze or phat platinum
Did you two star gaze for long
at rocks and stones and coins
stunned and dazed in all that tomfoolery?
Did you ever put his glitter on
and how long did that ice last
before melting down to a memory?
What would it mean to leave the house naked
no sequinned cloak covering
no shiny ear lobed shimmering's
no solid gold hood hangings
wearing just your skin to hold yourself in?
Cloth does not count, it is matterless–
would you be worth your face without gold?
Jul 21, 2011
Jul 21, 2011 at 4:42 AM UTC
I was pushed over
the edge
I fell heart first
into the water;
with my eyes closed
my arms outstretched
I chest flopped
onto the surface
broken by the water
drowning in feelings
Drying out-
crying in
Looking to the sun
for healing
Jul 18, 2011
Jul 18, 2011 at 7:43 PM UTC
I remember broken windows,
cupboard doors hanging off hinges and
kitchen draws that did not close properly.
I remember the lock on the bathroom door
was one of the few things that did work in our house. And
how the back of the lock was blunted
by butter knives trying to open it from the outside.
In the mornings, the living room curtains remained closed.
Sun begged to shine in but was blocked out
locked out. Lost keys were a frequent problem
I remember sister coming home from West End raving,
blasting house'n'garage out of charity shop speakers
she had saved up for. How she would walk in at dawn
bass lines vibrate me out of sleep and I sit up
on squeaking bunk bed, sleep glued eyes
while she tries to explain what that high feels like
I was nine years old. I liked to fix things.
I remember 9 o'clock starts at school meaning nothing
****** daytime TV; I mostly watched Big Break and Count Down.
I remember the silver hanger,
I twisted and fitted into the back of the TV
so it played pixels that painted pictures rather than
a screen of white noise.
I remember the shouting
that deep dark thick rouge that stained
the glass table. The depression.
I remember sitting on my window sill looking down
at the people off to work whilst we stay in. Doors.
Curtains drawn
mum laying on the sofa
Dead to us.
Jan 28, 2011
Jan 28, 2011 at 1:28 PM UTC