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I'm black and proud,
My skin is rich and has veins of integrity!
My heart is soft,beautiful and not gritty.
My eyes are intent,yet filled with warmth.
My lips are full and give out smiles that melts the heart.
I might have had challenges,
Might have seen things worthy of pushing one to the edge,
But I won't lose my head over those things!
Standing tall and overcoming is the best option,
But indeed,life could be so cruel
The one you expect so much from could disappoint Ʊ in a flash.
What is this world that the material things have gained priority?
Mscheeeew,"vanity upon vanity,all is vanity".
And if Ʊ hate me because I'm rigid,then so be it!
My principles will not change,they'll remain the same.
That is what makes me.
Some things are logical,and it is only normal for one to do them!
I would not sell my birthright over a plate of porridge!
I will not let down my guard over things that are not worth it!
I am me! And I am black and beautiful!
And the blood of modesty flow through me!
I may not be the most beautiful girl,
I may not have the riches that eventually leads a man to hell.
My name may not in some's ears ring a bell,
But i am indeed an incredible damsel.

If you came into my life bcos we met on a bus,i wouldn't travel forever.
If you came into my life bcos we met in a singing competition,i would not sing forever,
If you came into my life bcos you once taught me,well then i wouldn't be your student forever.
And if  you came into my life as a result of teenage fantasy, my teen days are over!

What is it with you anyway?
Being caught up in your web hasn't given you the right to cut my days and trap my lively rays.
I wouldn't stop living because it didn't work out with you.
It only means there's one whose sky is full of hope and blue.
And tarnish not my image,for that may flip open my page of rage!
Don't even blame my actions on my age,otherwise my anger would burn.
Deep in the beehive of my brain,
an invisible queen bee* lives and rules.
Just a drop of honey from her honeycomb,
can bring the salvation I yen for all along.
*Pineal gland also known as "the third eye" is a small(5-8mm, the size ofa grain of  rice)endocrine gland in the vertebrate brain, to which is attributed  mystical awakening or enlightenment,clairvoyant perception and higher state of consciousness.
Marooned in an island of his own creation,
full of machine wonders and prehistoric monsters
                                 never one could dream,
he realizes,
life is what one brings out from
the depth of one's psyche's churning,
yet as much a creation of hands working,
on the potter's wheel that's turning
to create shapes of things we never had foreseen.

But deep down, he is a rage,
a fire threatening to erupt and consume all bastions of waste,
built, around our lives, by thoughtless monsters,
                                             then,
                                                a happy haze prompt him to flower,
                                                a rhapsody, kicks its baby legs inside
                                                a startling beauty begins to emerge.
No, there is nothing quite like

the unadulterated scenes of politicians

as they scream,

like children, when lightning flashes.

Playground politics rule

our great nations!

Beware of pickpockets, in our city streets

dark and bleak

no smile shines here,

why have hope when the trade off is fear?

Don’t get me wrong, not everyone is mean

How should i put it…

Some are just keen?

So steal from the rich to give to the poor

refuse to accept

that new passed law

offering free ice-cream, in the House of Commons

be sure to read the sign:

We don’t serve commoners.
Laying down the law of how I react,
Each verse in tune to the universal drumbeat but the thing about
No longer strange the way that miracles occur on a day to day basis

Meditation extends beyond the lyrics
Beyond the sitting still and coming to a peace
Certainly it starts at that but where it ends well depends when one defines
The ending of the meditation
An alternative , alter , degree of difference , meaning to medition could be seen as a conscious act of thinking , but that does not mean there are limits or borders to the edges of the known in fact it extends beyond into the daily uncertainties that flow

Foolish atrocities line our mothers womb and the simple pleasures become lost in fear of life and the only way we know how to counteract that kind of pain is fear , a confused kind of fear
One of distaste and eventually ignorance , ignorance is bliss they say
Well I say it’s not ,just that , I’s ignorance can be hindering , to ignore the mission is the wonderful to breathe in the restraints of feeling as if there has to be an emotion for everything , a deep attachment that clings to the very surging’s of the soul and go open


Open the Pandoras box, of a place so called shame , and see who is waiting there , try the door marked locked because who knows what’s inside , try the bathwater before you step in you might get hot you might see that the mosquito bites are actually just a test to see if you can resist the stress if you can slide past the friction into the aspects of tests that eliminate the need to be greedy into each dead unto each  creed

I hail from the land you call Thai , oh but there’s my Hatian side , tu parle francais? Well I wouldn’t know what to say but I’m French, my accent will tell you I could make a good brew but that’s the highland fence

What’s wrapped up in your DNA? Stories from a bygone age ,
What’s wrapped up in your psyche? Whole worlds that I can not see
the last portion of this is from a song i'm writing , but turns out it works well as writing too
The tree’s don’t sleep at night

they photosynthesize , by moonlight.

Leaves drink in the cool wise light

And give off dreams of softly fading starlight



Whispers of secrets , monthly unfurl

A single blossom falls at new moon

Hurtling to the ground, awake before noon

Ever noticed? The very word has the circle

Curled up in the centre , twice to make sure we remember , two full cups , not one.



Geko’s slip off old skins

And the croaking frog adds to the din

As thunder rolls in

Triggering the dogs bark

Guardian of the stark naked couple

Asleep in their parallel worlds

Together under the umbrella of ambient lighting

Not the natural kind either

But a shameless copy of pure sunlight

That emenates when their bodies collide

On the material plane.



Astral visions lead the way to headquarters

The address? Fax? Phone number?

I’m afraid you’ll have to dial again ,

Unless you’ve meditated on the vibration of emancipation

Then you would already know, you are already there

Doors are open , for those who care to try

No lock on this baby ,

Ain’t no safe to play safe

We bask in our humble glory

Under the shores on undulating tides

Rhythmic pulsations

no where to hide

The emanations come from within,

Without , a shadow of a doubt



There is a war coming , infact we’ve already been fighting for decades

Just like the change of winds, nature knows her stuff

Tip the seeds too soon and you’ll end up with a field full of fluff

But just in time and a harvest with enough to reduce every super market shelf to dust

Even though they already stock that kinda stuff

Clean up on Aisle 4, Aisle 3 , Aisle 2 , Aisle 1

Return the purchase , we’ve discovered the ****

In the cake

And we found the frog in the salad,

At least their habitat is intact

Or did you think I was still talking about the shops?
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