My grandma used to keep a lot of empty bottlesI do the same.I feel like I’m finishing her work.There are so many things to understandOver why you do certain things you do.Sometimes you pick your lessons from the pastAnd if you don’t have oneYou sort of craft one as you go alongWhat’s your storyWhy do …
Life is a wonder;
A mix of the good and the bad
Of pain and of gain.
It is inexplicable, yet can be explained…
Sometimes, I want to take music
In my arms
And give her a big hug.
Sometimes, I want to cradle…
There’s a sadness that is lurking,
That I’m struggling to understand.
To fit the pieces before it is too late.
This Poem takes on the perspective that cooking and eating are two of the most pleasurable things in life, highlighting savour-worthy moments.
To catch deception by its throat Right before it is able to strangle you In the neck. To curtail inception before you are Without original thought, That in itself is freedom. Mindfulness, if you like. To rise and think clearly Without unwitting second hand thought, Like smoke, of the same calibre that clouds Your judgment …
Watch that volcano when she does not get her way or command that deserving fear
Catch the staggered eruption when…
Everything in this world is a game of energy Whether it’s enthusiasm or jealousy, Throwing shade or passing subs; Energy fills the atmosphere You can tell if one’s spirit bites you Or if another is trying to control or colonise you. You can tell. You just can By their energy, you know them Even silence …
London…
Where underground musicians literally live their name!
I remember when yellow was my favourite colour
‘Yellow is for little girls’, they said
‘Pink is for big girls’
So I cut off my ties with yellow and moved on to pink