Dear friend
The emptiness
can be filled
However friend
Do not rely on others to fill it
They will come with overnight bags full of warmth ,promises and friendship
A promise is comfort to a fool
And friend
You are no fool
Other will come too
But not with warmth , promises and friendship
They will come armed with their cold hearts , their worn out weapons splattered with the tears,hopelessness of their of other victims
Their weapons will be concealed in their eyes , their movement ,their tongue
They will attempt to **** the little self worth that remains deep in side you
So friend do not let them in
Do not allow them to unload their weapons of mass destruction upon your emptiness
That friend will only bore a hole further inside you
Dear friend
The emptiness you feel can be filled
Will be filled with guidance from the Divine
Not people
Jun 11, 2014
Jun 11, 2014 at 8:23 AM UTC
Housing waning
Where do you expect me to go?
Stop selling me Harrow
(Not even if you talking Road).
Imma Grove gyal…!
I got my vibe spots and chill spots, my food stalls and book haunts.
We - SJC are not just a Safer Neighbours blight
Given half the obstacles - gentle gentry
maybe more of us would be standing free
I’ll take myself outta Grove when I’mmmm ready.
RBKC done turned up that pressure though.
Knocking down to wipe out
The enriching colour and spice that grew out of adversity
Permission to “celebrate” over the August bank holiday,
No amount of stop and searches g’on make me forget.
We belong here too.
So get to know and stop putting up my rent.
Jun 11, 2014
Jun 11, 2014 at 6:50 AM UTC
I’m good with nothing,
That’s why I have options.
Do I need to convey that to you Stranger?
Is there a point?
Koz all I really wanted was to turn off the lights
And for now make everything seem alright
But you don’t have the drive.
Ya know, I like me
And I was excited to show you some of my favourite pieces
But you can’t won’t don’t see me
And purely logical understanding does not naturally lead me to all irie.
My preference is you Stranger
Because what you presented was honest
( and not without its beauty)
But your absences make me forgetful
Especially when an eX can mark that spot just as well.
Your existence is rapidly mythical
And so what was once just a notion
Becomes more of an inevitability.
No apologies necessary
Jun 9, 2014
Jun 9, 2014 at 12:53 PM UTC
25.2.14
Our lives are as short as mayflys lifespan in the eyes of celestial beings
Jun 8, 2014
Jun 8, 2014 at 5:17 PM UTC
One more into the fray…
Into the last good fight I’ll ever know.
Live and die on this day…
Live and die on this day…
Jun 7, 2014
Jun 7, 2014 at 8:26 AM UTC
I don't want to be perfect
What an incorrect prospect
I like my defect
At least I'm not an object
My eyes do not resemble suns
My words are more like guns
Aimed at your sons
I've only just begun
My hair is not soft and fine
You simply cannot define
Or enshrine
Standby and do not whine
My thoughts are not innocent and pure
Nothing is secure
But I am certainly not your saviour
My behaviour brings danger
I am not your entertainer
My hands are not are not flowers
I have different powers
Which devours and towers
Over your mouth as he cowers
Nature is not just beautiful
And neither am I
How dare you belittle it with unsuitable lies
Save your goodbyes
I am not your demise, that would be unwise
Do you not realise I have a disguise?
I am not perfect
Yet you could never recreate and resurrect my imperfections
Save your affections
I need to find my own directions, away from your infectious reflections
Jun 6, 2014
Jun 6, 2014 at 5:11 PM UTC
Please take away these storms
I can't survive another thunderstom
Everyday I stand closer to the platform
I don't want to perform
Please take away these storms
I don't want to be behind a door
On the floor
I just can't cry out
Every time I shout
the thunder bangs throughout
You're all shutout
Please take away these storms
I can't survive them anymore
I want to go through each day screaming and exploring
Yet the thunder is outpouring
This is too crippling
Please take away these storms
Jun 3, 2014
Jun 3, 2014 at 1:08 PM UTC
He was never afraid of the monsters
under his bed
It was the ones in his head
That caused
Him not to sleep
That made
His fear complete
He was never afraid of the monsters under his bed
He was afraid of the ones in his head
May 31, 2014
May 31, 2014 at 8:39 AM UTC