Deprevation

never skurred
&
never feared

 
unashamed,
unabashed,
unyielding, and
true.

my face
my eyes
my skin….
can’t change;
won’t change;
don’t wanna change.


who are
you
but a ghostly imprint
of a culture corrupted,
and forsaken,
and misguided.
irreverent
and
lost.

a little lost
nappyheaded negro,
rejected
marginalized
and maligned
connects greedily
to the loving earth
and all her richness:
herstory
my mother.


love mama.

not
giving
Gaia
golden showers:
your way
is
not
the way.

what do you love?
what do you
respect?
where is your soul?

my world is sacred
but
you, and
your death worship
embodies the profane.
even Lucifer held love
in his
prideful heart.
you would burn it all,
including yourself,
to oblivion.

I love
and for that I do not apologize.

Love Truly Forgives
&
True Souls Love
&
Soulful Lovemaking Climaxes True

Truth
is
Love
&
I love u

come rebuild
a world
of love
with me.

but
beware
all soulless fiends
that would steal
my joy,
and deride Her beauty:

I will fight you,
for real

(Gatwick Airport; Horley; Salfords; Earlswood; Reigate; Redhill; Merstham; Coulsdon South; Purley East Croydon; Norwood Junction; London Bridge)

slowly does it.
haste waste
makes
you miss
deer and rabbit
playing chess
on
a toadstool.

death’s beauty
reigns resplendent
among Spring’s
cheap nubile lushness.

and
a tadpole,
giddy with promise,
skips across the wings of a swan.

this is not fantastical musing.
this is observation,
scientific and sincere,
as seen from my mind’s
left eye.

I’ve fallen,
twice
up the tree of love.
then slipped on a ladybird,
or ladybug –or
a pair of lovebugs,
I know not –
but slipped
I did.
Distracted by anarchical
dirges to lost love.

No,
I’ve not my mind lost.
at all.
not in the least
bit.
I still see,
and clearly
intuit.
between moss and
river, elder and ant,
I see
truth and
I see love
sharing
kisses-
and more.

so,
take a slow ride
through the valleys of your bones
discover the old wisdom
you never
ever
learned.

Reader,
I love you.
but
the Universe
loves
you more.