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My Adidas

 

Sometimes your stride pattern is just as important as your shoes. The worn soul of mine meant all I had was my stride. All I had were stops and starts, long presses and short taps, perhaps they were Morse code to the universe, calling out for a new pair.

From the miles I have walked, the only thing I would wish upon anyone is the beauty of acquaintances providing rest from the intense heat.

Having made many strides, in recent times I found a formidable adversary that challenged me to dance down treacle-filled streets with concrete blocks strapped to my feet.

Even with two shoes as two sides to a story, my truth in all of this was that I had to Get Out. Clearings that energised me to walk a certain way were blocked or simply no longer existed.

I’d been here about 14 years ago yet I’d forgotten what the storm felt like. I forgot the scar caused by the lightning, I forgot the days of darkness and how I would have to keep my eyes open, fighting with the same fingertips I was holding onto my sanity with.

Every now and then my eyes would mistake a candle for the sun, yeah… I’d been here before. How many more strides could I get through?

Ask a friend, ask an adversary?

She sipped tea like Miss Piggy proved Kermit was cheating.

Stirred it now and then to keep me in a hopeless place.

My records laid before her showed my performance was ace

12-and-a-half years a slave, I took my calls and beatings.

When Liberty shook her bell I ran away, to freedom

The universe stopped re-healing my shoes and sent me several new pairs. The equilibrium has changed, I drive instead of walk, I have new scenery to take in and understand.

Even though lightning left a deeper scar from the second strike, I know that the path I am on is one that is made for me.

New shoes, my strides, in the words of Nas….”Whose world is this?”

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A. D. L. D

We arrive as a flash point, late on my time line. 

I’m tongue-tied by your outline. 

Like tour bus based buffets

The taste of your lane is scenic 

Could Morpheus love the Phoenix 

Are angels ever fiendish? 

Do butterflies ever get butterflies? 
Seven syllables make you and I 

Our cloudy memory lanes are filled with melodies of the 6

We are Barry and Iris on a Badu tip 

Is it common sense that I want you? 

Shhhh 
You are the voice of napalm singing Psalms 

Every note that leaves you is a lip bomb

Would I adore you be a call to arms? 
You know this is  more than a shuffle of the cards. 

Pepper and Tony Stark 

You’re queen of the odd shaped drum that gives my life a base 

I go Gaga for your poker face 

Is this bad romance? 
I know that 

The 18 steps of our slow dance lack symmetry 

Settling for smaller planets is withering 
You fall for what’s within 

So straight up, 

Your open skies are the needle for my turn table 

Every record you spin opens a book of revelation 
Though multiplexes mapped contact, this is free smoke. 

A road to the after glow found in the clouds 

Running touch lines since our first down 

Will two lasting embraces strike this match? 

Call this time’s greatest catch. 

Are we? 

A delayed story? 
 

 

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10/ 30 Many roofs

Reluctant comfort
Hillsong is not my heart song
Unhappy feet dance
Dessert or new soil
Thirst overwhelms me
The word is my well
Hats and tambourines
Torrential tongues firefight.
No doubt, home is home

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Haiku: The Knot

the knot

Soul mates and timings
Desperation or comfort
Hell is for a fool

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Blooming Marvellous

This week has been an inspiring one, full of themes and quotes that I could build poetry from. My favourite quote has been “Follow the contour of the road”.

The context was a driving lesson where my mind was over-thinking and I took a straight line through a couple of lanes.

Many times we embark on a path only to crash or come to a dead end because we want it to be a straight line. If we want to go into a different room of our house we have to turn a corner at some point.

It’s like life is a colouring book given to us with every colour Crayola could offer, yet we choose one and use it on every page. Not only that, when that colour runs out we try to re-create that colour and feel stressed because the other colours aren’t it. Let your beach scenes be just that!

For me following the contour of the road, like my perception of my writing, acknowledges that which is behind me whilst concentrating on that ahead.

I was moved to anger and sadness having recently learned, through a documentary, that my surname was given by British slave masters in Jamaica. That said, Positive Reflection has sandwiched the joy of my birthday and other accomplishments the last 7 days.

Confession time…I rarely use the word happy in conversations about myself. Perhaps it is a blessing and a curse at times that like my father, I’m a perfectionist at heart. Yet from passing my driving theory test to the surprises from my wife, my side of my family, and even from my team at work have made feel happy. I cried tears of joy a few times on my birthday, having felt a forceful combination of joy and contentment. I was happy.

A brownie cake baked by one of my team.

A brownie cake baked by one of my team.

Maybe you’ve lived your whole life to the fullest using every part of your brain’s capacity, or maybe like me, you’re steadily realising where you’re at and beginning to make it better than it’s ever been.

The words Attitude and Commitment sum up my last 12 months and will be the backbone of the next 12, and the 12 beyond that. I left 32 knowing with an outline of the scenes I want to add colour to throughout my 33rd year.  Perhaps the biggest challenge and change in this part of my life is committing to commitment.

If it helps, write down the new places you’ve been, things you’ve done that you didn’t do before. You might realise very quickly how much you have lived, learned or even want to do!

I love rhythm, find yours and Smile!

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19 Stone Smile (52/9)

19 stone smile was bad, like Mike in 87
Until I met the real miss jackson with her hips and twisted melon
Quiet dog and a fruit cake for whom love was a never.
18 years were two words and (an) escaped life sentence
The mirror separated the pedant from the peasant.
In the future an atheist would bring a Christian to repentance
Dating was a time of the month, lust seemed so feral
It was perpetual rebounding until I found my level
If you’re travelling without moving, how do you know haven’t settled?
The love of love was a drug and for pot I never kettled
Not a man united but experience made for a read devil
Making music without producing, I lied to heavy meddle
Hope my nemesis forgives me for being the herb to her petal
Not everyone’s cup of tea but she knew I deserved better.
Would have loved sons but clouds didn’t produce our weather
My love story’s a challenge
With every page I’m counting blessings
I thought my 19 stone smile was bad like Mike in 87
I was a child then and a child then
After 36 months of emptying my vessel to find my forever
I grew up and realised she was simply the start of the lesson

With the examination my ties were shredded
In 6 years of wrestling I’ve done turn buckle swallow dives
My heart learnt to swallow knives
To see if they would cut it I found myself to lose my mind
Sometimes you need a bare soul to grow into your shoe size
Now my 19 stone smile is someone’s 10 or 25
As my smile
Is now mine
For life

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Not Afraid

not afraid

Hang my mistakes in the gallery of discontent
Feed my fear to the parthenon of the proud
Shower my glaring weaknesses with shadows of sadness
Deliver my smile to infertile ground

I am not afraid

Curse me with the contempt of the rainbow at sunset
Step on my to’s and fro’s as I waltz
Cuff my ears with symbols of the doldrums
Fill my mouth with your vinegary vocabulary

I am not afraid

Fondle my fretting with sweet melancholia
Embrace my passion with ponderings of my past
Suffocate the heir to my crown
Wipe me with necrotic tissue of your soul

I am not afraid

Though I walk wisftfully on the wires of wonder
Harnessing hope in ravaged blindspots
Though I fall through cracks in the clouds of comfort
Abased by punctual puncturing of my pride

I am not afraid

Though I may fall from gracious expectations
Though my potentials realisation may be over waiting
Though my face may not make the favoured frames of fortune
Though my eyes may only light alleys and side streets

I am not afraid

Though I may model the fashions of confusion
Though discontent may rip my physique
Though I am unburdened and appear barren
I am are the words I speak

For I am not afraid.

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