In times like these

In times like these I live with cuts and bruises that are healed with the truth of sweet verses that nurses and inspires

And reaffirm the right, the God-given right to the skin I wear...

the skin I’m in...

Falling to the floor is the mask I wear...the clothing without slave imprints to tell who i am

Falling... is the mind that is programmed for the western stage

I drop all stereotypes and upheavals and lies about my roots’ struggles and
lies... about ....my faith

To ashes I’ll watch the blaze of hate

In times like these I inhale the incense that burn,

and move to the rhythm of drums and hum to the melody of a new morn

In these times I marvel in gleam of colour, and allow my voice to release the tentacles of prose to weave the fraying fibres of self and heighten minds and

souls to unleash the spiritual being within....

In times like these i plug my ears and flip....
off the board to plunge and be baptised

Once again... to wash, to cleanse, to cure, to love, to embrace

The woman I’m destined to be...

I hope by now you can see... that with....... poetry by my side

I am free....

I want a love

I want a love that tosses me head over heels and under

One that is written in novels and drowns my troubles

And sets my thoughts in tune with the rhythm of my partner

One that is painless, boundless, fearless and sober

I want a love that would make me laugh....on any note and anywhere...and cry

Cry a river flow of happiness and joy

A love that shows and glows from my hair follicles to my toe nails

I want a love that is protected and respected

One that shows hope of a silver lining even when all that surrounds is a dark cloud

Like the shimmer of moon shine on timid ocean waves or the incense of fragrant candles that entices the senses even.... at... a.... stunted.... crooked.. end

 I want a love that is real...a love that heals and cures.... heals and cures...heals and cures  when my thoughts... are in a mess

Without condition and bitterness

Only the wild, secure tumble of volcanic emotion

And through my pen should trickle verses of insight

A love that is right

Build me new wings to fly so at times when I can’t walk I’ll soar to the sky

A love that is instinctive, addictive and faithful

A love that makes music out of consonants.... (Hummmmmm............ Jill Scott)

As the slow rhythmic beat of the drum sink into the melody of soft strings.... on a

Spanish Guitar and.... the harmony of an old polished flute....

I want a love that is equal

For even as we’re mute and even as we sleep

our hearts must beat to the heat of a song........... Eternal

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How does the  incandescent shade  mirror the lines,
expressions and wrinkles of veined leaves,
curious eyes and bumble bees....on...Monday

Humid, bright and mundane

My eyes peel against the dimensions of the room but it doesn't..
matter where the wind blows or how the sun sets 
my body will remain still to cast the shadow of time


Silence is a microphone for the smooth-feathered flock, over head

and the blades of the fan seemingly clatter to dry...my...tears...
the quiet bunch of keys are bells..........and Silence.....the speakers!

My ears clasp against glass doors to hear the somersault of preserved.....species

Suddenly, i sink even deeper to visualize some semblance of rescue


The raft is rocking now, head submerged but life lingers still...at the surface....
through a straw

"icy" lips dust frost on my cheek and too, strips "naked" and humble...i liked it
for only a while



my fingers shiver to the the intensity of an athletes' heart....but i'll be dry....the sun
will peep out soon and i'll be....


I'll be dry...