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

Difficult truths

posted fb

#233 Who would believe me?

I don't know where I have been

I don’t know where I need to go

I know  things

that I really shouldn’t know

Where to go from here

if only I could be that bold

to assume I have been spared

to tell the story that should not be told

who would believe me?

they would want proof

they will say I am lying

that I have had a misspent youth

so I continue on

waiting for a time

when my words are be believed

I pray it happens in time

Driving in London

Posted fb Feb 2014

#357  Driving in London

Driving in london is such a trap

there are lines on the ground

directing you go up or maybe down

there are roundabouts you don't go round

one way systems to obey

if you don’t you will have  to pay

there are yellow  boxes you must not enter

then there are boxes of instant fines

you have to wonder what is on Boris’s mind

driving use to be such a thrill

now the bills you accumulate makes you ill

there are cameras that are snappy happy

catching drivers in all kinds of trappies

I use to like driving

I now no longer try

I’ve had to wave my car goodbye

and sit on the bus

start stop start stop

listening to the babies cry

Gambling everywhere

Am I alone? gambling is everywhere

posted fb

#355 Gambling all the time

It’s all around

you can’t run and you can’t hide

it’s everywhere

it’s on our phone on our computers

it follows us inside

which means it must be fine to do

something for nothing

we know this isn’t true

yet we take the bait

when we know we really shouldn’t do

what will you put up?

everything you’ve got

with the chance of getting richer

we have completley lost the plot

I want my Sunday's back

I am not religious but I think Sunday is not the same since the shops are open. A reason or an excuse to get the family together with no excuses of 'I've got to work today'

posted fb

#365 Sunday

I love Sunday

say what you want

it isn’t like any other day

it ends the weekend

it starts the week

it is a day that can’t be beat

whether you spend all morning in bed

waiting patiently to be fed

there is something special about this day

that separates it from other days

some chose to go to church

some spend the day in front of the stove

waiting for the family to sit down

to a lovely family lunch

we now have the luxury of going to the shops

this is something I think should really stop

as if there isn’t enough time during the week

this is some anti family plot

we really should defeat

Sisters

I am the youngest of eight, that's all I am gonna say about that


posted fb

#17 A Bond So Strong

My sister is five years older than me

I was that annoying baby sister

That always got into trouble

Whatever I done she would get the blame

I walked around nonchalant

Not realising what a burden I was

For me, every situation was an adventure

For her, every situation was

A beating waiting to happen

The day all this changed

Was when she was twelve

There was a terrible accident

That much I could gather

The adults would spoke in whispered huddles

I knew something was wrong

My aunt tried to distract me

By offering me cakes and biscuits

I was on to her although these treats were nice

A  motorbike had run her over

That’s all I heard

I knew I had to get to her

It was only right

She always looked out for me

This was my chance to tip the scale

They said I couldn’t see her

I got into blinding rage

I broke a few of my Aunts best China plates

The cabinet door still hangs off its hinge

How dare they keep her away from me

Don’t they know of this sisterly bond?

Don’t they know she’s always got my back?

Don’t they know whatever happens

She has always been there for me

At seven I had no idea what I thought I could do

The details doesn’t matter

I cried and screamed I gave myself a headache

I still get headaches

Just thinking about it now,

Do not underestimate this Sisterly Bond

To keep us a  part is wrong so wrong!