As I paddle my feet through these sea of heads
Pushing through these ocean of human current
One thought comes to mind
What makes the human race thick?
What bind us together?
Is it race or religion?
Tongue or allegiance?
Here I am,
Sorrounded by sun burnt melanin skins
Each pushing for its own survival
Why the hell do I have to black?
"I must have whispered to myself
Maybe I did something terrible in a former life
Cos,this place is a parody for hell"

I don’t understand decoration

When I ride a wave I ride for the tube,
Not three sixties

When I ski, I ski fast,
Through powder, bumps, trees or avalanche

If I designed a building it would be a cube,
Or hexagonal for maximum density

Is there a paradox here?
Not to me.

fabrique

a colour lays low
an hour swift

runs of desire
escalate

I am Pre-Raphaelite
I am enigma
I am hair aflame
I am alabaster of skin
I am mistress
I am muse
I am Bohemian
I am personification of lust
I am sexually released
I am unforgetable
I AM ARTIST

my sojourn of life is unique
you know I help many
along with me in tow
so many here have given me
love you know

so that's why I continue to go
from here to there
in the way I want to

life's sojourn

all follow me
some don't too
then for them I have only a word to say
let's on behalf of your souls pray
that you see some light some day

smooth silk the glitter balm
the flat mirror vision
smooth sticky gloss
svelte walk
plumped talk

neither black nor white
nature's red-headed step child
fight for Gray Rights now!

I’m not at all sure if the blue of the smoke
is a trick of my eye or what causes you choke.
Is the plume ringing upward as sad as I am?

This faggot knows nothing, not even it burns,
but you’re full aware it’s your life that it spurns.
It’s your flaming ember you’ve chosen to damn.

One day this fool habit will take all of you
and leave me here thinking that I made it blue.
All meaningless fault I shall lay at my feet.

floating on air
weightless thought
inhale to the tops of my lungs
i count the dragons in the sky
rain sparkling in sunlight
feel the magic gliding on my skin

a cloud's touch like fine silk
the fairies sing their lullaby
i drink the golden dew from the petals of wild flowers
fresh honey and blooming lilac
scents that remind me of home

laying in soft grass
reaching for the gentle blue sky
butterflies land on the tips of my fingers
this whimsical wonderland
far, far away

At last the tires stop their crunching.For I have now reached the final end of this long gravel road.
And the beginning of the journey's destination.
The engine dies and I step stiffly out
groaning at flexing old legs
and inhale cool air untainted by man.