Sunday, 20 September 2015


remember high point
the ghost bus from elephant
through the biblical landscapes
fields punctuated with trees
older than time
to freeze
a moment  of pure sublime
nah it weren't an escape 
but it came close,
gazing out the window
feeling morose
listening to j cole
wondering if the gaping hole 
in my chest would ever be filled
if my restless heart, 
would ever be still 
and I remember that gleaming barbed wire
the chalk blue sky
a sun so high
that sunday at high point
I was so low
and you know
I was so relieved that I forgot it
that I had to wait
alone in that room
where the security cameras surrounded
alone with my thoughts 
and that single letter
maybe I'm dead inside yo
maybe I just don't want you to know
or see me like this
lost and at risk
at risk of losing it all 
with your words
------ so cold
shit remember high point
that bust-up bus that afternoon
my head resting against the glass
stomach growling well attuned
to those lyrics, and my heart
remember high point
after that i promised I'd start
again, to be more grateful 
to be less wasteful
of time, and more forgiving
don't know why
it's like im living
a half life
i'm half like
not here- always
wondering where
to go next
----------------------to be free
shit//// TO BE FREEEE

Thursday, 19 March 2015

the art of self- sabotage

the art of self sabotage
drop the fa├žade
and set it all alight
make all days and nights
the same but different 
the art of self sabotage
walk away, walk away, walk away
every time you feel your sky 
turning grey
the art of self sabotage
quit before you even start
never put your heart
before all else, or else
you might just make it right
better still, take flight
the art of self sabotage
cut your speech in half
break every promise, 
cut every tie
don't even bother to try
to explain, 
see it's all the same
the art of self sabotage
turn you're life into a collage
mismatched and misshapen
escape them
all certainties, 
laid out, s'just dunya
fade out, 
////////s'just dunya

Tuesday, 10 March 2015

searching, even still

travelling solo
don't know where I'm going yo
                                  I'm still trying            though
to figure it out 
on my way, 
hood up, I stay 
at the back
head up looking at the sun
I'm still that same bum
still I've yet to come
round full circle, 
though the circle
is fast closing
so still I, 
                                                   continue roving
these city streets
those city streets, up rivers, I keep
staring at the same sun
wondering how I'd managed to out run
them all, yet at the same time
be so far behind
                                                      still here
right here
I swear
I still have no idea

------shit man, 
life, it still alludes me
though its beauty
                                           keeps me going
too late, to be slowing
too little, I be knowing
even still