We double Dable 

Weekend just gone, well last Saturday I had the opportunity to do some Graffiti and boi was this some kind of therapy well my kind. It was so exuberating like how the paint just sppppssssss out of the can, creating forms of beauty in the front of me. So this workshop was for Breakin Convention which is touring the UK it’s excitingly in my home city this week. I am frilled to get involved and see the show. I will be taking my little lion with so he get some Art exposure I always think it’s important for him to see what I am interested in as it’s something that will be dominant in our lives. ART is a big thing for us and myself.

Art is when your mind asks your permission to speak.

Actually

Dust fell on top

of my left eyelid

it was light but somewhat heavy

it felt like how we mystify the stars

in the sky when they are really rocks

or the soft falling of snow

that freezes your eyeball

no It felt somewhat comforting

uno a piece of speckly dust

that chose to fall on my eye

unlike sitting on the bus or

the tram with an empty space

beside of me

watching people dodge the seat or

sit down only because….

but this speck of dust chose me.

sounds strange but we miss the things

that now seem unimportant to us

in exchange for the things that are really

not that important to us.

we can dismiss the falling of the leaves

and the coming of new leaves

just like we forget what we had to do

in order to make a weeks lunch for

the family.

I guess we should write our down comings

so we don’t forget how human we are

trying to be inhuman and not knowing

how to cope in a world that expects us to be

superhuman like the films we binge watch

trying to create a world that is only for the screen

and when the film finishes

put the news on.

And then

And then

reality kicks in

the war is still on and no

I cannot see no superhuman hero

flying in the sky

saving those dying kids

putting out that fire

fighting those baddies

argghhh Baddies if only

what we put our most into

What

served us its time.

time spent in an unrealistic

world.

 

WOTS IT LIKE THEN

Wot is it lyke then

uno wots inside ur head

or your mind

erm your cranium

hmm awkward I thought

is this more difficult

for you

asking the question

or for me trying to find the

suitable answer

hmmm

nope you interest me even more

watching you twindle through

words and terminologies

you feel most comfortable saying

in this most uncomfortable conversation which

has just been quashed out of uncomfortable

silences

I mean as if you would sit comfortable

knowing

word for word vision for vision exactly what

is in my head.

it’s like opening someone’s secret diary

or listening in on a phone call.

picking brains with toothpicks

but I will warn you don’t feel

to comfortable asking such

questions and expecting mediocre responses

 

 

 

 

what obstecals do we face

what obstacles do you face?

we face things like self-doubt

self hate

we put words in our minds

and swear someone else has said it

we look into the mirror

and sigh each time coz that person

looking back is the only one

that can keep us down

I guess it’s when we can’t look into

our own reflection

well for me its familiarising

myself from the one I think I look like

from the inside or is it the other way around?

It’s the use of negative language that has become

so natural

it’s not being able to celebrate self in case others

feel away.

it’s saying sorry for your happiness as though it’s

a curse.

It’s building up imaginary blocks

imagining yourself climbing it

no Imagining yourself not climbing it

because you are far too afraid of falling

and having to get back up again.

The stars

They sit in the sky

they don’t twinkle

like they said they do

they just shine

its strange because

how does space

result to sky

how can we simply see

the stars with the naked eye

why are all the stars lit up

like they all have some kinda

power inside

I mean all these questions floating

and the answer is that

they are rocks that

have a mass of floating atmosphere by them

how do the stars stay in the sky

why are we not afraid of them falling

how comes the birds can’t fly to space

well I guess it is something to do with the

ozone layer

So many questions

and I best find the answer

coz I have a 2 year old who can’t stop asking

why.

 

 

 

The codfaced man

He the man with the codfaced
he the man with it in his hand
he is crying for world domination
and his people fall to the ground
scared for the land that don’t belong to
them Lets makes America great again
get out those chains
slavery was abolished but not
in the minds of the non-coloured man
this man they call president does not stand for all man

but in a time like  his frowns will
soon slice his forehead open
for he cries under the dresses of his
wife
she may as well go back to where she come from
like many none melinated folk
living the American dream

The one where they took sale

stole from other lands in order to control

and kill people with more melanin than his

to make America GREAT again he means

get rid of the ink that adds life to the

blank pages of history

he means

get rid of the ink that adds life to

the pages in history

I mean scrap the paper keep the ink

keep the trees the land

keep the  blood of life

You will soon see the spirits of the bodies

hanging in the tree on his papers

hanging in the trees on his doorsteps

He banning Muslims like they are the only

problem? he has

no many a problem and they aren’t one of them

It is okay no man can judge me

I don’t go
to Church
No I don’t sit in church
I don’t say no if I am
invited for an event
but that isn’t the house
of God
to me, it’s a counceling house
I see people who see people
who can see-through people
who testify infront of people
feeling safe in this house
but when they leave they
are judged by the same
people they feel safe with
in the house of God
those same people deter me from
sitting infront aside behind
else where
do you kno why
coz god sees me Naked in my house
God knows my worst nightmares
God knows me.

minds are more than minds and whom ever
sees through me
or acts as a child of God
or practices
hasn’t practised
enough

They have not seen the brusies
felt the pain
but for some reason I feel most
people I know’s pain
is that God working in
me.
I belive it is
I don’t see God smiing in church
I see God smiling within me