Posts Tagged: spirit

A cold snap shift…


  I was on my way back from a pre contract meeting when I see a missed call from my Niece Fara and then a call comes in from my eldest sister Yetunde my heart skips a beat because her and I aren’t

A cold snap shift…


  I was on my way back from a pre contract meeting when I see a missed call from my Niece Fara and then a call comes in from my eldest sister Yetunde my heart skips a beat because her and I aren’t

In Between The Ocean and the Lagoon


IN BETWEEN THE OCEAN AND THE LAGOON A slither of land the opening of ones hand The direct result of thinking outside the perceived leads to the triumphs we can leaf for our seeds The bounty lies in between the

In Between The Ocean and the Lagoon


IN BETWEEN THE OCEAN AND THE LAGOON A slither of land the opening of ones hand The direct result of thinking outside the perceived leads to the triumphs we can leaf for our seeds The bounty lies in between the

TGIF: Take A Walk

TGIF: Take A Walk


TGIF: Take A Walk London is filled with so many nooks that make walking around worth while take a break and let your worries dissipate. Have a lovely Easter break Take a Walk Its been a really long week the

TGIF: Take A Walk

TGIF: Take A Walk


TGIF: Take A Walk London is filled with so many nooks that make walking around worth while take a break and let your worries dissipate. Have a lovely Easter break Take a Walk Its been a really long week the

Huddled in Hope


Knowing our life is but a journey

we carve out niches for our own stories

Till night comes and our heads bump

as we huddle closer for warmth

We dream of better future days

Huddled in Hope


Knowing our life is but a journey

we carve out niches for our own stories

Till night comes and our heads bump

as we huddle closer for warmth

We dream of better future days

Still Reflection: Night Time Musing

Still Reflection: Night Time Musing


It takes less than a moment to feel

Through the pain we peer

as we are turbulent while we toil

It’s in that narrative we find what ails

Still Reflection: Night Time Musing

Still Reflection: Night Time Musing


It takes less than a moment to feel

Through the pain we peer

as we are turbulent while we toil

It’s in that narrative we find what ails

DIsfunktional ME!?


  I am here…     Caught up in a world of paradoxical musings It wanes on the lack of true feelings I’m unhappy with glee and shamed with wit   Drowning my sorrows in a world of happy renderings

DIsfunktional ME!?


  I am here…     Caught up in a world of paradoxical musings It wanes on the lack of true feelings I’m unhappy with glee and shamed with wit   Drowning my sorrows in a world of happy renderings

Sometimes…


Sometimes Its me, Sometimes Its you, Sometimes its filleting a floundered folly… only hoping one day you don’t wither away to you whats jolly   When I treated you like the only one who existed to me, what did you do?

Sometimes…


Sometimes Its me, Sometimes Its you, Sometimes its filleting a floundered folly… only hoping one day you don’t wither away to you whats jolly   When I treated you like the only one who existed to me, what did you do?

So i practice restraint…


  Don’t speak… I know It starts as a song you know the intro to only then it switches to an unfamiliar tempo and you lose yourself to bask in the uncertainty of its tune Like the time you asked

So i practice restraint…


  Don’t speak… I know It starts as a song you know the intro to only then it switches to an unfamiliar tempo and you lose yourself to bask in the uncertainty of its tune Like the time you asked

Tonight, I


When thinking of my past, I feel troubles reoccurring. Lactating limps lounging around cleaved limbs….. Retorting Collaborations with cramped abject distorted visions of prose Scenes of picture, poetry and paper hot wild and unrestricted verbose Cantaloupe galloping on the heel

Tonight, I


When thinking of my past, I feel troubles reoccurring. Lactating limps lounging around cleaved limbs….. Retorting Collaborations with cramped abject distorted visions of prose Scenes of picture, poetry and paper hot wild and unrestricted verbose Cantaloupe galloping on the heel

SHE


She… who must be obeyed She…. who’s bisexuality cannot be resisted She used to wrap her warm arms around me all the time lullin me into lucid consciousness Fingering my subconscious with ease Trading my energies as she sees fit

SHE


She… who must be obeyed She…. who’s bisexuality cannot be resisted She used to wrap her warm arms around me all the time lullin me into lucid consciousness Fingering my subconscious with ease Trading my energies as she sees fit