There are those who should refrain
after inheriting a brain
from their blind inane beliefs
of god, witchdoctors and spirit thieves
blinded by the tales
of a man held up by nails
their version of good and badness
evokes a sickening sadness

No inanity
Refrain from profanity
Retain sanity

I guess I'm running a fever
despite hydrating with the thoughts of the reaper
every soul should give them self to me
only I can help the grief
by ending it, forgetting the racism
neverminding the fake and any other ism
especially carrying the prism highly
while fools cry please
no more money, power, respect
is only for cowards left
with no choice but to give in
ignorance lead by a false third eye
dividends making women of men
my question is what is a citizen?

Rose on a plant or many roses on plants
spread but little fragrance
see you gave roses to mummy
she smelled them
and shared with all she knew
some passers by
got the flavour free
that was the kindness of your mummy

and Ah! gfs so many,
give them a rose
and
like bees they shall come running.

Chocolates too they'd love off you
when in secret darkness
they could only smell roses
in their hair
for which you spent searching
in many a lovers lovely locality

craving excitement and
chosing clothes
guessing what they like to know
to see the scene
dream of the been
a drink in hand
the musics throb
club scene clan
A and B to make the Plan

make up mascara
glitter band
a toot or two to
stake the stand

shimmy shake
and shiver
taking over
the pot to simmer
meld and thresh
a mill that delivers

Shift of paradigm
With new superpower prime
End of conflict time

Three Roses

If there were
only three roses
in your family tree

MOM

SISTER
and

WIFEY

and now you wanted a fourth
a DAUGHTER
who would you eliminate first
as only three roses
you can possess
answer my rosy story

many virgins will hear it
but from you not me ..

Walk with me in my dreams forever.
coming running in the rain and
cover your head with your yellow raincoat.
Like the sun, shining in the rain it keeps you dry
floating above the water that splashes from your feet.
I love the soft warm glow of your color and
the sound of your short fast breathing.
It is in my dreams and like a movie replaying
brings back all the joy of first love.
Never losing its brilliance or color
warming my heart and filling my soul.
So our love is like a picture that never fades

You’re a watermark.
Come, ache on me
and seal my certainty…

Am I here, Warden?

Your enduring anchor
leaves me live,
with my thrashing echoed
in the thrill of dislocation
– socket-by-limb –
from sea, to you, to skin;
the leashed can’t swim,
turnkey –

CHIMES
i linger in expectation deafened
by Time’s silent passing
I live the moments to the chimes
of an olde clock wondering if this
will be
the hour
the month
the day