A late entry

I found this on my Google drive... dated 23rd March 2013....

its 3 years since I posted something, but I thought it was the correct thing to do

Although I profess to be a LoveJunkie (addicted to Love) in all forms.  Love of my people and Love of a Good Man. Love of food, I have to include this, I am passionate about food.  

I seem to have an preoccupation with the ending of relationship.  That’s the thing, if you are a LoveJunkie this is almost an occupational hazard.  

I don’t look at it as an end, just a new beginning of loneliness.  Hmm !

#Love Don't Live Here Anymore

It's not that I don’t love you

It's just that I have to go

It's taken me all these years to realise

That love doesn’t live here no more

With that he was gone

Bags pre-packed he headed for the door

A lifetime passed by standing motionless

Waiting for an explanation

A second opinion on what you had just witnessed

Confirmation that it was for real

And that you weren’t coming back no more

Tears stinging your eyes

Threatening to stain your face

Really what was the tears about

It wasn’t a conventual breakup

No adultery no affair

No screaming and shouting

And getting it off your chest

Just a one sided discussion

Something you can’t ignore

The final show of arrogance

Before you headed through the door

Clearly you had thought this out

Convinced that you are sure

To end the existence of you and us

To banish me to a place of no return

Where broken hearts go to yearn

Although we both went into this

Only one of has gone through the door

Confirming, Love Don’t live here anymore!

Reparations well overdue

#251 The same Surname as me

You have the same surname as me

does that mean you were once a slave?

no. !

we share the same surname

that is where the similarities end

your forefathers were once slave owners

my forefathers were once slaves

so where are their wages?

that they toiled and laboured for

where are the bodies that were lost at sea?

where are the babies that were cut from bellies?

the women and the men that were raped?

we know it was wrong

yet they still won’t hear our reparations song

tell us it was too long ago

and we should be over it by now

but my heart aches

and my soul mourns

for all those family members I lost

ohh so long ago

to me it feels like yesterday

a pain that will not go away

a dull nagging pain

that hurts evermore

Stop Killing My Black Man

Stop Killing My Black Man

Posted FB 14th December 

Twisted Mouths

I put my hand up so he could see
I wasn’t packing
the only crime I had committed
was being Black-IN
the wrong place
at the wrong time
Historically this has been the case
For all the Africans that were captured
and exported
where all their dreams have been aborted

I put my hands up and said
‘I can’t breathe!’
trying desperately to persuade
the officer to let me go
let me be free
he said
I owed him
A debt I had been born into
If we wouldn’t work for free
there was a taxation
of human beings
No! This could not be true
I looked back historically
he was right
it was late at night
normally in the South
where Black men
would swing from Poplar Trees
‘burning flesh and
with twisted mouths’

In court today

posted on fb 3rd October 2014

He Told The Judge

he told the judge he was homeless

has he no shame?

his father came with so much less

yet his father found fame

he told the judge he was broke

all his money was spent

everything he had on his back

was borrowed stolen or lent

he told the judge his children did not need a home

they were grown adults now

my how time had flown

he wanted them out right now

he told the judge he has nothing

this was his first words of truth

he has no compassion, no heart

no love for humanity he is completely aloof

he told the judge he would wait for his settlement

this he will have to do

wait and wait and wait

until his waiting days are through

I've still got it

posted today on fb

I refuse to let

my pass

plague my future

my present

is where I am

from this day forward

never looking back

Every day

I am evolving

changing

to a

new and improved

me

I am now

unrecognisable

to myself and others

I am now

where I want to be

Scottish Referendum. I am glad they stayed

The Referendum  showed us that there was really a problem, that England had ignored for such a long time.  I am glad the way it turned out, everyone knows where everyone stands, a close call 55 % wanting to be part of The  United as in United Kingdom

Scotland

Were you going to leave

I know how you feel

when you feel unappreciated

and a grieved

but were you going to leave

couldn’t you just talk it out

not those debates where ministers shout

Scotland you can’t just sail off

and detach

taking your money and your stash

Scotland I can’t believe you were going to leave

I am glad you changed your mind

as I have a holiday booked

to come see you some day

Writing joy

posted fb

#296 This is where I have fun

I haven’t been around

for a long time

it’s as if I have lost my way

like a child in a playground

suddenly I have forgotten how to play

it should come naturally

as this is what I do

keep things bottled in

then share them just here with you

you keep my secrets

you know my heart

you have been there in the beginning

you were there in the start

I will revisit you

keep coming back

until I am done

this is my way

like a child having fun