Is born for rainbow dancing
Needs silence, sometimes
Is born for rainbow dancing
Needs silence, sometimes
I was nominated by another poet via Facebook to post a poem each day for 5 days. This poem could be freshly written or something that hadn’t been posted before. I’ve opted for faith in the poems I’ve had less contact with since they’ve been written.
Fighting in the ring of denial
Looking for that knockout blow
Moving in white lies
But I can never avoid the speed of reason
The power of logic comes home to roost on my chin
If truth can set you free
Then my mind is housed in glass doomed to crack and shatter
What is the purpose of fighting truth when revelation is a redeeming knowledge served on a platter for you to add to your arsenal
Wisdom is an acquaintance of knowledge
An acquisition that will not arrive horse drawn.
Wisdom and knowledge are the bridge with railings we deploy to ensure we cross through situations safely
Without these tools we crash into trouble at breakneck speed
Just as your five fruit a day
We need these
At the end of the weak
With one hand I can count my roots.
What have I left? Who is right?
It seems day’s dressed as night
Isn’t the sun meant to be, The Christ?
Like an atheist crusade in Saudia Arabia, a cloud switched off the light
Where am I going?
If every paths been beaten, by walking them, am I adding to the torture?
These taut virtues taste like battery acid
It burns to speak in tongues in the temple of my thoughts.
So I make melodies from metatarsals and meditations
Striding alongside the reservoir of motivations
I bear my cross along side man made war
To weigh stone cold silences mistaken for peace
My ears swallow to make a sum of my failures
Where am I going?
From the mourning comes englightening
If hades is broad statements, paradise seems narrow minded
I drink the colours from the sky and define me.
Is it called insight when you’re blinded?
I know, If I turn left, I’ll find right again,
I know I’ll find my fight just when I write without aversion
Without purpose, two feats don’t make a legend
It says walk with me
Sure as some steps forward feel like blessings full of curses
Perseverance is more than a purse of verses
Sometimes I want to turn every cyclist into the Icarus of the Trent and Mersey
Disperse them to permanent immersion with a note that says, Today you received mercy
Yet smiles and saluations from strangers dispense these urges
The grass is only greener when my circuits start e-merging
Although I stumble dividing colour because this trip it seems so purple
I AM Going
I’m dreaming of a white Christmas
The kind where the sun rekindles its romance with the snow caps
Where snow men and choirs of angels slow dance
Whispering I love you to the ocean deep
See her smile is like Ivy
Inviting glad tidings to clamber inside of me
Producing designs on the evergreen epitome of unhampered festivities till my heart is hungry for holly soliloquies
Giving me food for thought
As iniquities are overawed by the joy of damocles
I mean Prawn cocktail soup or fruit for starters,
Roast chicken pork or beef is nice to eat with
Apple sauce turkey and cranberry,
My plate’s a jamboree
Oh how can it be
That I’m awake to taste the feast of a queen
but I’d rather sleep so I can Dream
Of White Christmas
Snoring sweet nothings like recited scriptures
Decorating her tree of knowledge with presence and babbling baubles of boisterous bliss
Dangling dawdling discord over the hearth of a warm heart like filled stockings over a mantel piece
Where feuding families ceasefire and foster fragrant flames of decorum
And peace is the productive pupil of purposeful prudence enjoying a purple patch because
Want and wondering have wondered in to wisdom
For wishing well is genuine genius
I’m dreaming but
Sleeping with one eye open is two tenths of the law
I’m just trying to activate my santa clause
Cos I want
My white Christmas
Forgive me father for I have been sinning
I have grown used to the taste of losing
My tongue lost the strength to spit
I have been chewed up by home truths
Flavour sucked out by excuses
I have a humans right to live
My spirit’s bruised with my humans right abuses
The truth is
I’ve had so many bibles I lost my religion
Been cut up by independence
Call it indecision
Naturally short sighted
Drunk from half empty glasses to find my vision
When I thought I’d had my chips
You’ve sent me soul fishing
In murky ponds where I don’t belong
The boat that rocked has been my cradle
It’s been a grave moment
I’ve been a victim
Been a baby
Rape alarms like a lady
Constructive criticism would detonate me
Father i blame you for not being there when I needed you
Now forgive me I pray thee
Forgive me I pray thee
Let my convictions bow their heads for the guillotine
I need to slay me
So forgive me father for my actors part of
The plays that flopped and the songs that never charted
The principles I bartered for illegitimate babies I fathered
Stretching my arms like Moses to simply break a piece of my heart off
Fed it to mongrels as bread crumbs
Played in tongues like sand dunes
God was not present when some temples sang in tune
Boo da sin tax was not a pleasant or peaceful one
I’ve learned to change my calendar cos after several dates another piece was gone
It’s not the one, neither were they.
How many times have you got to be brought to your knees before you learn how to pray
So now I say, father forgive me for I have sinned
I have poisoned my air conditioning with a brazen foul wind
I have broken 7 seals by boiling the sea of change to a thin
Been enslaved by the paper
Cuts, selective memories like super man tore his cape off
Left myself unprotected like a boxer fighting with the tape off
Gone digital with my misery cos apathy tore my tape up
They say time is money, with every groan I earned a pay cut
Walked around with open wounds this warrior fought and learned how to stay cut
Bathed in salt cos I thought it would show heart if you heard my pains love
For I am sin
I have broken the promises I once held dear within
I am the snake within my grass
The eve with in my garden
I am stone tablets with your commandments
In fact just stone hearted
Drowning in waters that I’ve charted
For me, I am martyred
So father forgive me
As I do
We live to garner misty eyed history
What’s the jewel in a vision when a fool can twitter wisdom?
Rumours fuel the cistern, news drives the piston
Gears of war we shift them
Buy into the download without questioning trade position
Occupy, religion, a petition for peace
A theism will be the currency of the beast
You’re a zone soon timeless imprisoned by reservoir dogs
Chanting for the real man as though man can really be God
Trying to educate Rita’s I wonder why we bother
It’s like impregnating women that don’t want you as the father
Time to face the ugly truth, talk about pre-Madonna’s
Charisma carpenter’s superficial
Seems we’re finishing in the darkness
Fighting the fiction of forefathers
Enshrined in Jean Paul Sartre
Claiming to be Levite rooted amidst a climate of dishonour
Fiscal factions, code masters, program us to disarmour
The liberty once fought for
When’s the roll going up yonder?
Has earth ever been this sombre?
The romance of advances an antidote to privacy
Increase taxes in broad daylight
Yet want to jail us for prayer and piracy
Minority reports, majority too blind to see
Animosity retorts truth is a crime, believe
Elohim mixed spit with dirt
My template for life in rhyme to bleed.
So Sick it’s almost tasteful
Tell your ears grab a plateful
So much Scheisse’s served in factual fable
I wonder are we Cain or Able?
The governments lost its bite
The army seems so sabre
Bobby Caldwell brought the light
Now we’re spotting signs of illumination
Earthquakes, typhoons volcanoes
An ex Fugee helps the Haitians
Black panthers are chocolate Nazis
Who never get de nominations
Napalm’s the new facial
Post a picture to your Facebook
You’ll see a Christian observing Ramadan
Before a Sharia leader tastes pork
Cos gaining status is a cakewalk
Is that incite or hate talk?
Fork in the revelation?
When some folks job is to ignore
I wake them with this my resignation
I’m just an apprentice baker
Serving a piece of peace to the creation
What is the truth of freedom?
When speaking your mind is inflammation
See they tie us to the net
Drip feed us degradation
Wiki leaks are demonised
Yet divorce is information
Consumerism is a religion
Where every guru gains a saint hood
Some worship fame and money
Then claim to the world there aint a God
Am I a bible basher because I dare to name God?
Mass conversions on the rise, trending topic, it aiint hard
There’s no tape for me to duct down so join my fight on the same card
In time a poet will be known as saying instead of their name
It’s a new day. A new dawn
and with a yawn,
I wake…to face another day
with disgust and disgrace in my heart.
I’d rather sleep than face reality.
See, in my dreams is world where all is revealed.
No hidden truths; lies are not allowed
so we take every word at face value.
Two faces do not exist; everyone’s one face…is priceless.
No one is trying to stab u in the back
so we don’t need eyes in the back of our head.
Go head, stand there.
Speak up, speak out!
No need to scream or shout; cause we listen.
Can u hear that?
Peace, calm, tranquility, equality
all is lost…in reality.
Economy is at an all time low.
Crime is at an all time high.
It’s a vicious cycle.
Mothers and fathers killin’ families;
Babies killin’ babies;
U killin’ me; I’m killin’ u.
People! killin’ people.
I’m tired…just let me sleep.
My heart is heavy,
I’m on the verge of breaking down, giving in, not giving a fuck!
Yo 7, wassup?
I’d say I was chilling with my 1 love, listening to one love
Marley rolls in his grave cos we’re sheep whose very hums are bugged
Pin hole cameras in your Xbox, sitting behind your eggs box
No free speech in the court room cos even evidence is dubbed
It’s trial by blog talk, jury by stoning
The west takes hits to its sight from china’s back boning
They’re Roberta Flack moaning cos the stars hate their stripes
It doesn’t take an inception to see the dark night
House of the sun
It’s a new dawn, a new day
Is new what we’ve become?
No more colour bars in our global village
Culture distilled like rum
Tossed in the mixer
Chopped up in the blender
Theft is multiculturalism, in this game I’m a defender
Communism committed suicide in the name of rebranding
Left its sperm in the Industry now debt is happy landing
Chains are jangling, eff it we’re all enslaved
Nobody has any money or a proper job to get paid
Just paid off or laid off
Vanity hoes are the middle men that rich Arabs and Jews break off
Too many so called true schoolers are no more than planes doomed to crash soon after take off
So I rhyme my self discovery let Sir Francis call it a Drake off
Most of our time is wasted
ill spent as an empty vessel.
Engulfed by the digital scene
while the devil snatches our soul thru the Windows screen,
“…it’s the sense of touch.
I think we miss that touch so much, that we crash into each other just so we can feel something.”
Humans are the only animals that don’t mind being trapped in a net.
Caught in the web…of lies and deceit
sometimes I despise
this very existence.
And when u speak
U got me waist deep in your ish.
All that bull u spew is cool in a clique
but when u ain’t got the heels
or balls at all to stand on your own
I choose sleep than reality.
I dream of a world where all is revealed.
No hidden truths; lies are not allowed
so we take every word for it’s worth.
No disguise to hide behind.
No make up to make up a different you.
No façade, charade or masquerade.
We see the real, raw, uncut…the true.
Softly I close my eyes
slowly I drift off
to a deep slumber.
We click to our clique good and proper
Type into the hype
Get a gob stopper when the invite’s not in Arial
Naïve like Ariel
Need to re-tune our aerials
I’m at dis ease with this venereal virtual insanity
Remember when cyber sex was the only virtual reality?
Put on your 3D glasses, consume the lewd hologram
No more soul by the pound
Man is just a hollow gram sniffing at the crack
Getting high off what he lacks, what happened to the hustle?
So used to being an ass we’re acquainting the bustle
Feathers ruffle, fluorescent colours dry
Painting the life and times of tontine
Even bards fall off line, trying to be, online
It’s abuse of the mind
Big brother’s just a paedophile
Grown folk grow puerile the moment they turn style
Through social network turnstiles
The sonic booms without guile, worth no more than the rouble
Credit where due but even the streets view is Google
Analytics, permissions, terms and conditions
Caught in a torrent of self delusion and Orwellian vision
Liberalism cries foul at conservative inclination
So they down load the truth with spurious justification
Every click is recorded yet we yell privacy invasion?
It’s information with insinuation where terror cells are angry birds
They saturated the net so people die to get heard
Peace needs to be more than a word
Demons have us dancing for morsels
You got served by the very thought of
Soul seek and soul search
Tell me why real talk seems to be known as CHURCH
Who really knows their worth?
This mess seems polemic
This multiplex called earth suddenly seems less scenic
Full of nerds, perps and beatniks though I wouldn’t want to be um
So I get off my chair and leave the coliseum