Wednesday 31 July 2013

Lets just call it love

posted fb 01/08/13


#182 Work in Progress

He said it was work in progress
As he played with my heart

He said I was a project
He just hadn’t got around to start

He put me on hold
Just for the tone

I wanted to hang up
I wasn’t that bold

He held the balls
He pulled the strings

He had my heart

I, I had to give in

Stress at work

Once again I feel forced to take time out from work.  you would think I was running some huge company.  I refuse to stay in  a stressful situation in the name of work and money.  So I have decided to put my job on hold for 4 weeks, well it coincides with the summer holidays so that has worked out well.  Is there  a plan, kind of bit of  wing and a prayer, which I think is about to be answered just been short-listed which is great coz money will be running out soon.  They say you are 6 weeks from being on the street, that is a scary thought.  well I have 5 1/2 weeks to go.  let's hope note

posted fb 31/07/13
#181 I have to give in

I am jacking it in
I am leaving today
I have had enough
I don’t care about what you want to say
You don’t know what it is like
You haven’t had my luck
You don’t know what I have had to put up with
While I listen to all this muck
There is the innuendos
Then the put downs
The questioning of my ability
Whenever I am around
Now what they say behind my back
I hate to think
What they say to my face
Makes my heart sink
You think I was use to it
Grew a thick skin
Well surprisingly No! I haven’t
They have won

I have to give in.

Tuesday 30 July 2013

We've got to talk about it

posted fb 30/07/13


#179 A True Gentleman

He was a Gentleman to you
He wasn’t to me
You  saw the nice side
You don’t want to know what I have  seen

You got the dates and the flowers
I had to deal with his frustration
In the late hours

During the day he was very nice
During the night you would cross over
Without thinking twice

No one saw this side which was kept hidden
It was like a never ending dream
One day you will be forgiven

For all the things that I have seem

Monday 29 July 2013

Facebook Friends

I was approached by someone wanting to have a relationship with me based on my facebook picture.  Well they didn't want a relationship they wanted to be my friend, if you get my meaning.  I stated my main reason for using fb was to post poems.  He told me about himself and his son , how sweet. Anyhow I didn't pursue it.


posted 29/07/13


#178 Our Virtual Relationship

I put I was in a relationship
For all my fb friends to see
I thought you would always like me
I posted messages on your wall
You posted on mine

Then we tumbled out of love
We tweeted our last twitter
Even the return of BEBO
Means we can only hope
To blog Early
Blogged Often

Sadly Google did not foreseen this
Yahoo made a commotion

We still could not be
Could not retweet to how it all was

Now you have unfriend me
I guess you now unlike me

As we have ended our virtual existence
My Avatar says nothing
Of my sadness

Your Avatar hasn’t changed

Tuesday 23 July 2013

Big Money to be made in Religion

posted on fb 19/0713

#170 My Church Your Money
I am going to start my church
I will start it today
As I understand
Big bucks are made this way
It's not original I must confess
The poorer the congregation
The more they need to impress

Stand back watch the money flow
As these poor lambs come through the door
I am definitely going to give this a go
I only have to work one day a week
How difficult can this be ?

I don't have a building
No problem there
With enough collections
You can start anywhere
Doesn't matter what I say
There is nothing original
Whatever they hear
They will surely pay
That's the beauty of this business
It is just that way
How will I get about
A car or a plane
If I can convince them
I have been ordained
The world is my oyster
We'll that's what God would say!

Monday 22 July 2013

Stopped by the Police

This one needs no explanation


Posted fb 22/07/13

#172 Stopped 
Just been stopped by the feds 
Said they wanted to have a look 
Needed to step out 
Turn off the engine 
Show them my book 
I stood by the side 
Wondering about my fate
How it all looked 
I waved frantically 
To a passing friend
I was glad to see him
I couldn't pretend
He got the code
Came over
Now I felt quite bold
He assessed the situation
They confirmed I would be alright
They were not going to kill me
Well not tonight
They said my papers weren't quite right
They allowed me to drive off
Lucky for me
I had stopped in a busy spot
I drove off nervously
Counting my luck
Realising it could all end differently
If I had said the wrong stuff
A thin line we walk
What determines our fate
Each day in my warrior heart
I remember I am a regal great

In Police Custody

I know this is a song title from the 70's I think it is Marvin Gaye.  I wrote this to remember those who sadly die in Police custody.  I've tried to reference the details of some of the cases I have heard of. Joy Gardener, Ricky Bishop, Roger Sylverster and I 've included the shooting that triggered the riots of 2011 also the Stockwell Shooting.  

Police custody, I believe the Police owe you a duty of care.  Once they have approached you and you are in their custody.  They are responsible for your well being.   


Posted fb 23/17/13




#173 If They Come Tonight

If they come for me tonight
would I be ready?
Or would I struggle
Then they make it look like a fight
“They felt threatened”
And had to take my life



Would they bound me like a turkey
With miles of tape
My feet my arms my mouth
Said they didn’t want me to escape

Maybe it would be an assassination
A bullet through a window
Silent and swift
Difficult to prove
Gone so quick

Maybe they would send a swat team
Who would get it all wrong
Assassinate the wrong person
Say they panicked
Had to go, because he was waiting too long

Maybe they will sit on me
Restraining my legs
Five or six of them cutting of my blood supply
My heart would stop
The coroner would say a heart attack
You can’t argue with that



Maybe they would fill my mouth with crack
I will be forced to swallow
So that I could breath
Once in my system
There only one way to leave

They will raid my house
Plant some cash
Drugs money
With all the trappings it brings
I will be draped in gold
Everyone would believe everything



CS gas if I get too rowdy
This one they have to do when I am alone
Not used how it is intended
It ‘s meant to be used in a crowdy

Maybe they will chase me in a car
Then shoot me even though
I am unarmed
Once again claiming
They thought they were in harm

If they should come tonight
Maybe I should just play dead
Mess with their minds
They figure they were too late

Maybe they would take their lives instead

Thursday 11 July 2013

I Just Want To

posted fb 11/07/13

#160 I just want to

I just want to get on with it
Not have to think about what you think
I want to pick up a bottle
Sip some wine
Not viewed as if this was some kind of crime

I want to wear a dress
Having nowhere particular to go
I want to lay in bed
Way after daylight has shown

I want to talk loudly
Express myself proudly
Have long pointless conversations
With whomever I choose on the phone

I want to accept people on face value
Not  get involved in the hierarchy
And my position in this show
It is not a conspiracy , it is just very simply

I want to believe we are all trying
To just get on with our lives
The best way we can
Before we inevitably start dying

Wednesday 10 July 2013

Technology has come a long way


posted 08/07/13

#157 Hanging on the Line

Technology has moved on
At an alarming rate
Things we could only dream of
Are now available on a plate

With phones that predict what you are going to say
With apps you can monitor
When last you saw your friend

Is this the begin
Or is this the end
Of the simpler life
Do we all have to get on board

Or just be left behind
With a phone
With no minutes
Just hanging on the line

Prostate Cancer within the Black Community

I believe there is a link between Prostate Cancer and the types of jobs Black men do.

I have named it a cushy number as there are so much unemployment at the moment.  Having  a job just any job is considered good fortune


posted Fb 09/107/13

#159 A Cushy Number

He is banned from the office
So he is forced to drive
Drive and drop
Drive and drop
Navigating the city roads
He is efficient and slick

Drop and drive
Drop and drive
Drop and die

They say it is a cushy number
As he sits on his tushy
Stuck in traffic
Cannot park there

Come into reception
No further please
No your place no your sation

Drop and drive
Drop and drive
Drop and die

All this sitting around
Causes problem for any man
The statistics speak for themselve
Our black men
Are risking their health
As they chase the bills
To increase their wealth

Before long a cancer is born
Before long a cancer is formed
A trip to a clinic where you wait and wait
Encounter racist and their hate

Sit and wait in line
Not sure how long it will take
Have you not got the time
Come back another time

By time you come back it is too late
We are now talking about advanced prostates

How did this happen?
Is this a plan ? there is a pattern
How are we going to populate this planet
If our men are dropping like flies

I am not making this up
This is not lies
This is the situation
Amongst our guys

Superior Hair Quality

Right now I am wearing my hair in a afro.  I love the way it looks all unruly and when I touch it , it is soft, strong and thick.  It is in a healthy condition.  I have relaxed my hair in the past, or I should I say try and kill it by drying it out and drowning it in chemicals.   Anyhow it has forgiven me and recovered.  To the next experiment. Afro hair is so versatile I am certain there is not  style out there that cant be achieved.

I have noticed when I have my hair in  an Afro the general concess is that someone wants to touch it.  Now I regard my hair as being personal and private.  The area about your head is vital when it comes to channelling positive energy.


Posted fb 10/07/13
#160 My Nappy Hair

My hair is described as nappy
This makes me happy
It is also unruly
And cannot be tamed
Like the woman within
My independent brain

My hair is superior
Which naturally means other hair is inferiria
It is versatile
It can be combed in any style
It can be slicked back
If that’s where you think it is at

My hair doesn’t lay flat
If I locks it
It will climb happily down my back

My hair is happiest in afro
That’s what is unique you know  
In the 70’s it was symbolic and right
My hair stands upright
Like it’s an antenna
Ready for a fight
Tracking for the next satellite



I remember the tears
As a child
Wanting to wear my hair wild
To avoid the comb which I would fear
Now I am in control
I comb it without tears

I recall sitting down
At my mothers feet
This time spent together
I now regard as a treat
Time spent alone;
With my mother my hair
And that wretched comb