What happening to this earth,
I thought all lives matter,
White black brown we all need each other,
We need to stop fighting,
We need to unite in one manner,
We all should be respected,
Under one united banner.

Life's to short to be waring with one another,
Taking on the beef that was made by our fourfathers,
Rioting the streets to prove a point to our brothers,
What about the tears that is coming from our mother's.

Look at this earth we all live with each other,
I've got neighbours and friends of all creeds and colours,
We all go for a drink with one another,
And when the drinking done we get a kebab from our Turkish brother.

In the morning I get a coffee that comes from my Brazilian brother,
I go to work in a taxi from my Indian brother,
I get my hair cut nice from my Italian brother,
And my friends spits bars he's my Jamaican brother.

See when all this covids done we gunna need each other,
To rebuild this world for our sons and our mother's,
We need to realise that we all need to be together,
Only we can make the change and unite forever.

When we get cut we all bleed like each other,
When we are ill we all cry for our mothers,
When will we realise we are the same as one and another,
We just need to know that colours do not matter.

So weather your white black brown or a Chinese brother,
Please show some respect to all creeds and colours,
A new day is coming if we hold on tight to one another,
Let's kick out the nonsense all together.

Inside every colour of skin
There flows a river of red.
Inside every river of thoughts
There binds a piece of mind.
Inside every piece of mind
There blows a stroke of soul.
Inside every stroke of soul
There falls the hands of God.

humans
are so tangible

like paper
we burn
and rip
and if we get wet,
we get soaked

like paper
we come
in colours

but those colours
make paper more beautiful

Colours mean less to me than
The racing winds of autumn.

But to feel nothing
While dried leaves cascade
From trees that have more stories
Than me or any building
And crunch
Under my worn leather boots
While rich, muddled scent of earth
Pours into my being- filling me
Up with feeling that wraps
Around the heart- tingling
Chest and head
And hair tendrils

But to feel nothing...

Is to find that the
Winds of autumn are
Starting to fade
But even if for a moment I felt them
Even for a moment...
Is all I need to keep searching for them again.

Sunrise on a fat contented morning

Yawning

Melted colours brushed across a waking sky

The place where rainbows come to die

Recycled as a new day dawning

oh, Goldenrod
carpet o'er meadows of melancholy thy colour stolen from Sun on high
thou art yellow as shimmering as a king's opulence

have thy therapeutic aroma waft o'er hills,
carry through valley and village
withhold through lonely night
as almsgiving to our shadows a portion of light

oh, Goldenrod
though thou harken to whispers on gentle breath
let no squall of vehemence bend thy stalk
nor tine words of restless tongues harrow thy root
nor still
the averted gaze of bittered souls wither thy petals

oh, Goldenrod
have upon thine own crown bestowed a radiance of resilience
to illuminate obscured truth
and mend thus the hearts of willful sufferers

Your eyes are Moon in ****,
Making mine as the Sun,
So bright it colours our tide,
Almost like that jade of mine.

At night when you’re out of sight,
I pray the clouds to move aside,
Unveiling your pretty light,
You are my ode to abide.

grey carpet, yellow wall,
brown table, yellow wall,
blue seat, yellow wall,
and a **** coloured stain on the ceiling.
_______

shoulders pressed inward,
hands between thighs,
hair hanging in front of
detestable grey eyes.

but details matter,
red hands must smear
a crude-drawn picture,
on strips of brown-clear.

blinding and white
burning the table,
ten pages in all,
a statement from Abel.

attempt to explain,
better yet confess,
inky black clips,
secret, sudden cess.

bottle green, cautioning;
two lives lost
to action unseen.
golden is youth,
yet blue is the feeling,
all colour gone, body reeling.