A tidal wave arches overhead
Marbled with translucent ripples,
In a delayed trajectory,
Like a capture by still photography
Look within and you will see it was long been building
For it is crammed to the rafters with hate
Run you may, but you’ll not escape it’s reach
Resign to your fate instead
Let it sweep in
Break on the preemptory before making inland
To wash over you
And all who brought it to exist
To loose their prejudices
In the soak
To be baptised anew
Ushering in a new beginning,
Free of the endless cycle of hate
Category Archives: Society
Naive To Be True
The naive two
Reached out to each other
As their fingers touched
Sparks flew
Like spiderwebs of a lighting strike
And the equivalent of thunder rolled in their souls
To awaken them from every other peripheral distraction
As their eyes met
And their pupils dilated in synchronicity
All they could see was each other, and no other
Fulfilling a prophesy that each had been long foretold was their destiny to realise,
But seemed far fetched to believe,
And neither let go of the other
Either then or now
For, if none of us are naive to begin with
None would be brave enough
To unlock the fairytale that life has in store for us.
Sing
‘Barkeep,’ a voice called out,
‘Get your queer to sing for me!’
Is what the patron told the barkeep,
With a flick in my direction,
So I sang my heart out,
Doing my best to mesmerise the listener
Lighting the way with every subtle note uttered,
For the queer the patron kept firmly hidden within,
The way to break free!
Chained
We are all animals
With chains attached to our necks
Of varying lengths
Privilege, money or intelligence
May give you a looser reign
But you can’t escape the drag
Completely
Split-narratives
A sequence in my mind
Falters between two timelines
One, evangelically faithful
The other, combustibly irrational
Both espoused by the same people
Told a different lie
#TheKnot
Grace is full of knots
Ring it out, son
To find blood-splatter
Plenty here to forewarn
A man was drowning in despair
It’s like a self-fulfilling prophesy
That no one could do anything about
To save a musically-gifted soul
From his traumas
Drawing in the surrounding darkness
And forming a noose
For the reset was a drug too tempting to resist
And he was an addict of a sort
All his tragically short life
#GrenfellTower
Inspire me with that courage
Give a city new meaning
Bringing it together
Renewing the bonds of community
Tapping into a reservoir of encouragement and hope
Where you least expected it to be
Night Life
The nocturnal street,
Is the market place
Of the short-cut queens,
The drug-push peddlers,
And,
Wannabe kingpins,
Each soliciting a quick-fix,
That’s actually not a fix,
Before daylight signals the return,
Of the veneer of respectability to the street.
Transitioning
The West’s love affair with immigration is over,
From fascination to love,
Tolerant to indifference,
Revulsion to hate,
Is the transition we are all now witnessing.