The first time mama whispered
she did so to my quiet soul.
Before me she was thunder,
a giver of words, whether
your ears had a mouth or not.

My eyes were soaked with a deep
green sheen fed by the foliage,
across the fence, pulling me.
Then she tapped my toned shoulders,
spun me that I might be saved.

Till tall ambitions my son,
dreams wild and iroko-strong.
Want more, watch the great farmers,
But while you long for freedom
found within another man’s farm

I stared out the window
My brain, completely disengaged
No thoughts, no emotions
But a war was being waged

I could not move or even think
Stood lifeless, as I gazed
But, inside my brain
This awful darkness lazed

Outside the window, light
It seemed so warm and pure
Still, inside my muddied head
A madness did me lure

I could not raise my voice
Could not, say a word
That evil’s lock on me
Seemed to be assured

It had been my usual swirl
down the riverbed
and unto the deep of our pearls.
Today, I swept my cares
behind my share of pearls,
pared mind from heart to see
the deep - my deep - open
to the frenzied welcome
of another swimmer.
I would try not to drown.

There are groans building up
within the cell of your belly.
Laughter, a first layer,
sleeps at the base of the column,
unafraid of who comes upon his back.
Disbelief holds hands
with an unlikely friend, faith. They
sat together in church last Sunday,
exchanging no glances, but today,
they sleep atop laughter; the church
becomes a cone upon your back
and you graze snaillike, saved again
from the hostility of homelessness.
Then comes the most recumbent,
the one who wouldn't sleep as well,

Have you ever seen a light
Streaking through the sky
Imagined it was someone’s life
That just came streaming by

And when the light had faded
Did it make you question why
We were put, on this earth
And then left here to die

Did you ever see a lightning strike
Felt the tremors from its thunder
Imagined it had pierced a heart
And ripped it all asunder

For such a force to manifest
Did it set your mind to wonder
Was our life here, meant to be
Or was it, just a blunder

The scent of breeze
salty and dampening
wakes me up from myself
and my heart gasps to meet
the sand of shore rubbed on my
bare back. It is the cure
of life taking not stealing
away your bed.
Two hours, that's all it
takes to know the blue before
you isn't the floor of your
girl's boudoir. If life must
make any sense a minute after
your realisation, you must
wade into the nifty shore and
mend the night taken away.
Wave after wave, you would
find it running back with arms

...drowning in deep love
breathless anticipation
suspended in hope.

Where Wild Flowers Grow.

Children playing in the evening sun
running around, just having fun.
Dogs chasing balls happy to play
rolling in the grass late in the day.
A couple sitting on the ground
trying not to make a sound.
Where so much happened, long ago
on the field where wild flowers grow.

The festive beats of doom
Intensified metronomically in my bedroom
The raucous raw of invisible laughter
Reverberating through impressionable walls
Echoing in zoom
Tearing my curtains assunder
Pulling down the mighty roofs
Atop my atrocious bed sheets
And uncovering my nudity

I learn my lessons the hard way
I choose to walk the broad way
In the company of mediocrity in broad day
Fused, used and mused, like the potters clay

I question every day 
Does morality exist?  
Is there a contrast
In between what is right 
and what wrong is? 

I am not in a place 
To judge humanity
everyone is free 
To do whatever the fuck they want.

If you want to devote your life to Jesus, 
Go ahead.
If you want to eat your life away, 
Go ahead. 
If you want to get high every day,
Go ahead.

But if there is one thing that is not acceptable,
It is to take another person’s life.