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RICHARD/ WILEY/ ESKI SOUND

BOW/ KENT/ BOW/ LOST AND FOUND

HATE SCHOOL/ NO SCHOOL/ CRACK INSTEAD

USING/ DEALING/ ALMOST DEAD

DRUMMING/ RAPPING/ CREATING GRIME

THE KING/ GODFATHER/ AHEAD OF TIME

YOUNG BOY/ SCARED BOY/ STILL ONE NOW

HUSBAND/ DAD/ PLEASE DON'T DROWN

BROKEN/ BLEEDING/ YOU CAN'T SEE

BEST MALE/ MOBOS/ MBE

EEDIYAT/ SKENGMAN/ IT'S ALL MINE SHUT UP

FRONT PAGE/ BACK PAGE/  STORM IN A TEACUP


THANKS FOR THE TRIP TO CYPRUS SON
I'M HERE IF YOU NEED ME LOVE FROM MUM

Offline

Some reach and find a hand
Others stretch and their fingers
Grasp onto only empty space
That lingers on and on
Easier then to feel the cold reassurance of your phone on your skin
A connection at least
We are told
There is a sacredness in the scenes that are unseen
The loneliness is not lost in a like
It is found in the absence in our hearts
And the way we feed ourselves crumbs from 
Other people's tables.

June the 18th: Inexplicably both International Panic and Picnic Day

Don't panic have a picnic
Don't lose your shit
There's cheese and pineapple sticks
Why have food in a bowl
When you can eat a sausage roll
Vegan or not both are hot and will certainly stop you throwing a strop
M&S or Waitrose I'm not fussy
Cheese and ham or chicken with stuffing
There's no time to hate or berate or pre-meditate if you think about what you just ate
Have a glass of Pims
To wash away your sins
Eat baguette after baguette after baguette without regret
And certainly don't fret
Unless you're late

For a picnic

Serpent Refugee by the Ignorant

Useless, viper, thief, social housing
You're no good if you can't get a round in
Choose love, hate love, they don't know love
You haven't got worth if you haven't got stuff
Stupid, crazy, can't get a job
Doctor, teacher, just give up
Snake, robber, lost at sea
Let me help you be just like me
Helpless, homeless, poisoned skin
I'm glad you mostly sink don't swim.












A distorted view, held by too many.

A Meaningful Return

〰️The absence of his love was where her fear was made, but the presence of their hope was where her fear was freed.〰️

〰️ What had long been held in those stony streets was finally released in the innocence of their ignorance.〰️

〰️ I thought my pieces were lost, scattered in stone and sand. I travelled back to find them, but instead saw them there in my hand.〰️

〰️She hoped she would see how different she was, but instead she found her own words woven in those walls, dancing mockingly with his.〰️

〰️ Seeing you unchanged while I was so very altered. Not mountains, rivers or castles then, but the human heart that falters.〰️

Go Well

She forgave him and it liberated her,

Praying that somehow, on the winds

His spirit would know it was well with hers

And his sighs of sorrow

Would become breaths of peace

Until his body no longer required them.

Warring fingers.

How do I give his soul wings

And be his breath to fly

When the hands that built 

The bow

Also made the arrow.

Some of Her Stories.

She had walked too many miles

before she realised 

no amount

of steps

would ever make him

love her.

Are you happy here?

No,  I can still hear them.

He might have perceived their 

noise

but he could never 

have discerned 

the sounds

of

their spirits

breaking 

slowly,

from within those 

office walls.

How do these numbers piece together?

What do these letters mean?

The only answer I know is love me,

her heart silently replied.

You.

The way your fragile body folded itself into mine was both a comfort and a knife.

The greyness of my heart and the dense deep descending over me was established in the overwhelming grayness of my existence.

You gave me hope and life and then you slowly took away every last thing one painful moment at a time.

We found each other, in the presence of clarity when I bled and realised, you were bleeding too.

Drowning in Dissonance.

To create is to live, to liberate. To not do so is the end. It is apathy, unfeeling bones encased in tomb like skin, my pulse no longer palpable.

SHE.

She was lit from within when she laughed.

But when she stopped the sorrow

in her gaze was enough to sink me.

Whisper to it.

Your pain is real,

But hope is breathing also.

Give it life, then wait for it to 

Fly.

This madness.

I found you, dancing with my chaos and taming it with your words.

Deep within.

I met you in the passages of my mind and when I tried to say goodbye I realised you were lost there.

The Load is Ours to Bear.

I have often wondered if the heaviness I feel is because I carry the weight of your burdens in my soul.

We left...

Her heart ached for the citizens of the unknown, 
the people in the space her soul wanted to occupy. 

B R E A T H E.

Denying herself the freedom she craved 

brought about the most unexpected and abundant

 liberty.

Fresh Air

She set aside being busy

And simply breathed,

Realising that was

Work enough.

Seasonal.

It may be winter in your bones

 but spring is in your blood

 and your heart will cause 

life to come forth.

Her.

"Terrible isn't it"?

"Yes" she answered. 

3 letters spoken that did not come anywhere close to conveying the roar of pain the people screamed beneath her skin.