Passion After Fire

What is Care?

I'm vulnerable on pillow 

Days spent in company of laughter, visiting all the eateries 

Spending benefits on cuisine 

Developing a business, who the boss on a pyramid doesn't pay

Sends sheckles your way - ''Mickey Mouse Business''

Watching the tubes and Rolex watches jangle past so you hear them waking at 11 

You took a breast in mouth and pronounced a payment for your care

As if there could be noone other than ageing mother cooking soup who would have been there

Proclaimed yourself Everything and I stuttered into its vowels 

When god rested his palm upon my forehead I found voice loud and proud

Asked you to leave that in fact you were not enough for me

My request was in friendship

And there you were taking my last dime

These precious folds of time have glass splinters as I see you through Kalediescope&n...

We are of the Sunshine - For Sonya Massey

With the colour of the eyes, bright and dark and sparkling

The tree appears more green, the water reflects the spirit 

My skin receives touch with tingles and messages, direction

The heart beats stronger

My digest works in timing with the moon 

Through corner eye you look towards me 

And I say turn front - look at me direct

You won't until the fires are burning, punches thrown 

Black smoke filling cloudy air 

Tony Robbins is your hero and you are due to be made an extremist organisation by an appalled government 

My look of discernment, concern is called aggression

My animal, dog named beast from my protection to your contrite ignorance at best

The vest I wear to protect from bullet 

Comes from your finger, your pysche and your lack 

How am I to support that? A broke chain of policys that tell me of your politricks 

A...

Your my Youth

I see in your eyes reflection

I see stars and moons and wonder?

You ask me ''mama what is this?'' I tell you look inside you will see the answer

You come in with cut on knee and say I ran into him in football

He was getting in my way

I say did your tummy say go into or run around

He sat ahwile still with curls I want to touch

But I leave him sitting with the universe

And he says ''well mummy if I had run around then maybe I would have seen the Sun around the goal''

I said my son ''you are blessed''

And left him sitting in thought 

Wishing all I had to do was hold little man to my chest. 

Golden Age

Crumbling, crashing, burying children in rubble

We must take their dreams and hold them in our hearts

It is devasting and heart breaking that this unnatural circumstance arise

That the burial of their children comes before their own 

So sweet the thoughts and purity how can we not reach up and touch the sky line where they now rest

And want this for those of us who remain

Not rot in decripdness of hate, and trolling and discontent

To find the wonder in a bee resting on a flower

Of the natural food found within our own geographic

To rise up our vibration in honour and humility

All this badness is witnessed is seen and noted by most high

Where and who will you be? Have you been when you die?

Is your innocent giving loving and nurturing child heart still alive?

Bless the moments of aloneness and feel their sacred power asking for us to be more 

In Gaza strip, in ...

The pound and the dollar

Collecting brass coins, the shape jingle and smell of copper

In pocket, one is torn the coat is expensive 

Looking inside I find calm, I ponder over your reviews products and channels 

Advice from Stocks/Shares/Mortgages/Crypto turning with woven weaved rope tying me to life 

This is responsible this is necessary, this is obtrusive 

Yet is it inclusive?

I file applications and Red Flags appear on high risk countries, 

Nigeria to go - to leave - the app says make it dissapear 

Waiting in corridors with patience on my face 

Iv'e boiled ginger root, plantain and callalo to taste 

They flock to eat the soul food 

Residing in towers of glass and steel 

My back is proud as you buy another product and I can have an eat out meal 

Travel is becokining and like the fallen fathers, there is wish to learn ...

The Funnys

Sweat is the scent, sweet sweat acidic even it is hanging in the doorway

Back room is blue, walls, framed mirror and thick blue and white Persian rug

A piano?  This escapes me 

What does not is a local boy head bent dripping from nose, white powered sprayed across oak the lines little finger of left hand would marvel at before 

Lifting to play Chopsticks

There on the sky, surrounded by purple, green, Ivy bush that my toosh flew into

much laughter they died laughing

eyes dilated and a familiar together they are now similar 

The world is good it is fun, it's laughter lessons of a father 

Screaming ''ludicrous'' adding to the hilarity

Music hits in shaking places and they see through eyes of owl

Throwing in the towel of life - discussing nothing yet it is Deeeep man 

so deep that they have found the meaning of all t...

Newcastle

Thundering Nights

There is power in sleep

Drifting to another planet

Where acceptance is gifted, magic on pillow

Removing sweats

No one witnesses my ascent

Noone holds the crescent of my bottom or womb

Tears are rising upwards

And I remember saying he approaches

The dark knight

I forgot to lock the door

I called my phone a gun

I held the corners laughing

A head nod means acknowledgement, without handshake

How my body shook to receive new beginnings

Life created

In the dark of Newcastle, the gritty streets, steaming fast cars and motorbikes

Crack houses giving spots to my clear complexion

Never on the pipe, yet the air we breathe is thick with it enough to be high

Kids faces snarled withered by rainy sheets of salt water

Streaming tears of lasses in leggings showing c...

Canary Wharf

You mocking bird, you singing humming bird 

You sky scraper and letter shedder 

You dismaying of lives, your swimming pools of lean machines

Working like a robot

Punching numbers and symbols 

And somewhere a daughter weeps for when it touched her land, her cry for wheat nothing left but the cusp shell of it in her bread bin 

The symbol tapper buys a Gucci Bag, he burys a diamond into her drink

Clink clink and Salud 

I think of prison sometimes travelling on a boat gazing the lights at night

Uber clipper 

I wonder is the adrenalin they feel a real heartbeat

Our youth giggle wearing leather trench coat near by me 

She's you know ''the crazy lady'' they giggle it increases as I frown a playful frown

Hearing the rivulets of a Robin now, red of breast 

As much as my mothers husband e...

Fly my Son

Fly my son

Reach heavens heights 

Take your projects climd with might 

Be strong, yet vulnerable don't fear your tear

Dont hide your emotions from ones who you hold dear

Fly my son as if golden wings castle your back 

Be bold and beautiful hold nothing back 

Grow my son into your self, hold the mirror and know

I am black, I am beautiful

I am health I am wealth

Fly my son 

So that I may bask in the rivulets of air from your wing 

And you can hold my hand whilst I sing

The way Nana used to

My boy because of you I know what is sung from pulpit is true

God is real I know this because of you

Lean On Me

I am prohphetic empathetic kind 

I am wisdom and experience on my grind 

I hear friends woes and shallow into the depths of the peace I find in my own mind 

Where I dream of Villas, Tequilas and Sunshine 

Walking up mountains 

Heavy the load you burden me not 

Time has allowed me selfish periods

So I look on you with non judgemental eyes

Everyday I say when bustling on tube I check myself to say

We are all just simply human kind