I’d visited Frankfurt to meet up with a poet I have only known through social media, yet has been like a brother for several years. This was the 3rd and final poem from my writing session.
Eyes of giants are wandering.
Aviators reflecting on the ground.
Beauty seems skin tight,
Fashionistas mix colours yet can’t do it with skin type
Flowing locks and optics box tick.
I just can’t with the lens being pedalled.
A fresh breeze invades the mood.
To settle the stomach, I engage with windbreakers and stone masons.
I was a fool for lane love ignoring the map.
The cupboard love from Venus is the most fly of traps.
It’s time to switch the raps, worship and praise at new altars.
Maybe you will…..for the sake of our true calling.
The photo below was taken in Hauptwache, Frankfurt, click here if you’d like to see a few more from my trip. Or scroll down and read on
I know nothing of falling in love.
That tripping up, or a bit of a jigsaw.
Maniacally exclaiming life reshaping.
I stumbled over desperation until my chest demanded rest for its people.
Now salty for a taste of freedom
I grieve with ten thousand reasons for why we’re here.
What’s real talk to convenience?
Stores of obedience host underground shows.
Soon there’ll be no difference between breathing and blows.
Avalanches will flow.
Demons with god intentions only ever change lanes
Truth is loyal and destructive, it devastates and remains.
Where the sun sets the moon gains.
We all want the light without pain
We all want to know the 4-2-5 yet Judas gets in the way.
What are you a discipline of?
What’s your price today?
Take a panorama of paradise
Divide it into 36 perfect 10ths
Is every pixel filled with the same shade?
Are black spots dangerous?
Would you break up if you found one?
What’s your flavour of danger and damnation?
Are heaven and hell real? Do cycles turn a corner?
Are you a moving star?
Are you right stationary?
Gallant souls and wisdom court before the marriage.
Is defeat an ex in waiting?
Can we feel your nakedness through your layers?
Does your drive need to pull over?
You’ve been playing musical chairs with your best moves.
What will it take for you to stand up?
Scrape the barrel or the sky, the deep and wide or the high.
There’s a choice to be made. Black like lemonade, or lack to the fade.
Who will you be?