folded desire
font rich
pelted in rains
skin touched
sky blessed

glitter in the walk
freed from the symetry of the box
the velvet wander
the delicate
ponder

chrome chain duress
the soft nadir of her neck
curved and supplicant
pure and waiting

As I paddle my feet through these sea of heads
Pushing through these ocean of human current
One thought comes to mind
What makes the human race thick?
What bind us together?
Is it race or religion?
Tongue or allegiance?
Here I am,
Sorrounded by sun burnt melanin skins
Each pushing for its own survival
Why the hell do I have to black?
"I must have whispered to myself
Maybe I did something terrible in a former life
Cos,this place is a parody for hell"

fabrique

a colour lays low
an hour swift

runs of desire
escalate

my sojourn of life is unique
you know I help many
along with me in tow
so many here have given me
love you know

so that's why I continue to go
from here to there
in the way I want to

life's sojourn

all follow me
some don't too
then for them I have only a word to say
let's on behalf of your souls pray
that you see some light some day