Laments (Tears Of A Clown)

No greater laments, than those hidden in the painted tears of a clown

Intimacy (It’s Personal)

It’s personal
This thing between you and I
Personal when my lips press gently your inner thigh
Immeasurable our ascendency
Enjoying the turbulence
Climbing much more than miles high
For when we touch,
we touch each other whole
More than simple lust of the physical
Speaking in tongues
An expression in love language universal
A divine consenting of our souls
…… It’s personal…..

Lock up

It’s dark here
And I can no longer stand the poisonous odours of this repugnant cell block
I miss the love of my family
Although I sent the v.o
it’s been months now and still no show

They must be ashamed
Or maybe the visual of seeing me caged and unable to spread my wings and fly away
Pulls the trigger on desert eagles for bullets that pierce their hearts causing too much pain

Lately I feel sentimental
A lack of consistency for others all temperamental
Going back and forth between unpadded stone cold walls
Schizophrenic thoughts expressed in my actions
Whilst they purse their lips ready to impose their sanctions

In attempts to keep a sane mind in this space confined I write
Write about the memories of how the judge and courtroom gawked at me
All with uniform eyes that said he’s guilty
Yet their evidence is fraudulent and tainted
and their unsubstantiated rumours are filthy

I’ve been sentenced to this solitary
No cell mates
No appeal dates
No redemption
Just a shawshank clenched firmly in one hand
And in the other faith that this is not to be my fate or final resting place

In attempts to keep a sane mind in the space confined I write
And I can’t wait for my freedom to arise
Where the day of my emancipation finally comes
The day I’m released from this trap
Escaping the prison of my own mind

Soldier Of Misfortune ( Fences pt. 2 )

He walks around with deliberation as if a soldier on patrol
On a mission
A scabrous blanket protectively covers a once sensitive soft tissued soul

Connected to a broken heart
Now solemnly sworn to protect and control
His boundaries are blurred lines
Unable to separate his friends from foes

His heart no longer exposed
Jesus piece laden in front of this sacred space
No peace
Just shattered pieces
Dry tears of a sad clown tattoo his face

A patch job covers the point of entry where shrapnel made their agonising incisions
The infliction of such pain
Impaired his sight
Clouding his former holistic vision

He’s in the trench
To get close to him means to navigate his heavy land filled mines of defence
Even if you make this
Still lays the sharp edges
of his thorny hard barbed wired fence

The Game

She hides herself
Camouflages her fractured heart in the bedraggled wilderness of an abyssal anguish
At the unswept kerbside she anxiously awaits the phantasm of a wagon to wealth
A pretty woman
Languishing in her world of concealed pain
This veil won’t disguise her shame for too much longer
A prisoner trapped in the confines of what she is yet to perceive as a beautiful mind
but her misconception of this has led to this destitute life to which she has now resigned
On the beauty of life she no longer ponders
she has fallen victim to the great lie
Believing all of her best years are too far beyond her and that her clipped wings won’t allow her to fly
Stuck in missionary under analytic eyes
His grubby calloused hands claim their prize
Her body moves all seductively
Yet frozen is her mind
Her thoughts and dreams have become idle
As a child she envisioned flying planes and luxurious gowns for pilots purposes all bridal
He touches her but never touches her whole
Like a mosquito sitting on the skin Unhurriedly sucking at her soul
The world looks on with a lack of sympathy for on the surface this is the life she chose
Unbeknown that as a child at the alter of innocence
This is when her precious life had been stole

Because I’m Black

Why do you stare at me from way over there
With such fear as if I’m about to attack
Have I misconstrued
Or is it because I’m black?

Why do you look at me with such foreign eyes
As if blind to another human being
Have you adjudged my skin to be riddled with sin
Because its rich and full of melanin?

Why do you speak words at me with such vulgarity
As if Im myth of nightmares manifest
Do you feel entitled or superior
What makes you think that I am less?

Why do you address me with such sadness
As if you feel a sense of pity
Is it misrepresentations on the tv
Have you been misled
Miseducated about my history?

Don’t you know that I’m from Kings Queens and scholars
Builders of advanced civilisations?
So when you next stare
Please be aware with unmistakable realisation of the truth
I love the skin I’m in
I am simply beautiful

Mirrors

Perched
I gaze into a depthless mirror
An inquisitive seeker of the truth
The burning essence of nag champa fills the room as contemplation expeditiously descends upon me
Incensed
I stand erect to face the ego to find him staring back at me
Gawking with his iron fisted judgements
He is so self absorbed
An arrogant fool
Wanting me so far removed from myself
I stiffen at the thought that his master plan is to annihilate me in his quest for adulation
I’m left with thoughts tumultuous as I stare back at him with his ink scrawled instructions upon his commanding chest
Today there will be no fleeting glance
I have reached the threshold
I will sober him from his intoxication of idiocy
With all the sinews of my heart
I will strip away his accumulation of lies until it is dust
Melting away his wax impression
Burnishing my blemished soul
Till it is left raw and unedited
Till I’m in unity with what I see
Pleasing and esteemed
In the mirror
Free
My true reflection
In the image of that who created me

The Dark

I smell the sweet-scented dewfall
As I bask in the gentleness of your ambrosial caress
Tingling with a frenzied sensation
A return to a transcendental elation
I aught to stay here completely immersed
Blossoming in the deep bed of your rich soil
But….
Dusk will be upon us soon and darkness shall befall me
I will be without light or warmth…
Incapable
Becoming a clumsy and fumbling fool
Stuttering…
Lingering in the eerie shadows of an illusion
I shall weep repeatedly
Haunted by the undesirable memoirs that stalk me
Desperately praying for the sun’s return with deep vehemence
But…
Again I’m back in the clasp of your caress
Reminded in you that the stars are always there
So I release my obfuscous fear
Knowing when the night falls
I will see you at your best

Picasso moonscape

You are loves epitome
Buoyantly dancing with
an unparalleled skill
Intoxicated by the vista of your
alluring motion
I am drunk with a tremulous passion of imperishable faith
When you are here
An abundance of milk and honey
adorn the landscape
Eternally grateful that you should choose to love a maverick
I stand agape
Leering out onto your Picasso moonscape
I am blessed

Cape Love

I followed her scent to find her
wading in cool muddy waters
All graceful
I embrace her fluidity
Omnipotent
Floating on the sedative stream
I experience her miracles out on the cape
Taking in all of her regal beauty
The suns silken rays
Punctuating her countenance
Her colours rainbow arrayed
The beat of her eternal pulse instrumental to a song of love
solemnly sung
Gently imbuing my soul
I respond with great piety
In surrender
I give her my heart whole