No more fortuitousity happenstance
The white flag is waved
Like giving up on the highway
I can taste your cool porcelain

Following the rules
in splendid form,
social mores galore
clarifying the way.
No more spillages
I know where I'm coming from,
down the mountain
breathing and tasting.

Only the thorns kept
with petals drily withered
a scarlet white rose
counting the beads of Mary
one day or so long ago.

has phosphorous
powerful food of the sea
rich in zinc, sea moss

Of things not much
of hate a little
of love, I know
in its plural only
a magnificent gift.

feets, are the foundation
of our uprightedness,
knees, are for the leanings
in advance of our fall.
hips, are for the twisting-
and swivelling of it all.
necks, keep our head up
in back stroke, or the crawl.


Obi.

I want to scoop your marrow
want to peel your teeth,
Want to feel you laying
bare beneath.

I want to savour your sweet
****-u-lant meat,
I want to fillet your soul
make the - We,

complete.

Obi.

Is the dream finally broken?
Can not be deciphered, the writing of destiny!
Then, wandering towards the stark reality.

In purity of soul, remembering Him,
Determined determination.

In receiving the order,
No more pointless crossings.

What a lust called!
All are illusory, all are mortal,
When the day terminates, all will be covered in deep darkness.

No more the temptation of hypocrisy,
No more, inevitable bleeding of the heart,
O Indestructible!
Permeate my heart,
Unconditional return to You.

Tories are running for their primms
Indian summer of their wilted reign
Twelve years of spreading marmite
Child Q to Rwanda
London Police in special measures
The fabrics of civility collapse
as the spiders enmesh us
within their web of lies

Life takes as much time as you allow it. If you’ve ever held a wall squat, you know that the perception of time is liquid.
I’ve decided, I’m not going to pour my time out of a bottle of ***** anymore.
In the present, I’m enjoying my time.