“Soul-In-One”

 

You

were not made

to carry this,

alone..

…to skate

upon thin ice

of

complex perplexity,

within

the sabotage

of an

ill-conceived

comfort zone.

You cannot be Atlas…

…trying to

deliver and decipher

global maps,

to the roads of

every Life.

Precious One,

you were not made to be.

For,

underneath

the weight of need,

you are, indeed, stifled….

… and,

this is

no time, for trifling.

When

rampant deception,

mounts its hind legs,

in combat,

for dominion,

over

your splendour.

Thus,

in candour,

let Revelation

soak into

your glorious, porous,

Heart.

Pack away

the painful mystery…

and start

the final round,

by aiming,

in direction of the Sun.

Come together,

at the flag

of your

Immortal Spirit…

and

in Victory,

find clarity,

as you complete

an epic

Soul-in-One.

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“Limitless”

 

In prayer,

I find you,

also,

waiting there.

Meditating,

upon depths,

of co-existence,

non-resistant,

in Divinity

and

Celestial air.

You,

I witness,

resting, leaning..

Pressing into

Higher Meaning.

Glowing,

is the way,

I see you.

Incandescent.

Shining.

Me, too.

Honouring The Way…

Lamplight,

at your feet,

so that you do not stray..

…do not succumb

to any circus

of the mind..

But,

live your extraordinary Purpose.

Inner Peace, you find.

Veils,

are torn asunder..

Clarity,

is wedded,

to a bold array of

Wonder.

Blended with the

rainbow-painted sky,

satisfied,

with

His Unlimited Supply…

….you,

I recognise.

You,

I join,

where all Creation flies.

Blessings,

in abundance,

cause the overflow of

Oneness..

United, in togetherness.

Limitless, in Love…

Our Joy,

He multiplies…

…and, exponentially,

we flourish,

in His

Great Eternal Enterprise.

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“As Good As”

 

“Not, Father.

Not yet.

As good, as it gets.

Early-rising.

Industrious.

Committed.

Taking care of us,

beneath the banner

of Faith.

My Kingdom Wingman.

There, have I nested,

in valleys,

and the flood.

Were we not blood,

I’d seek you,

for ‘Best Friend’,

who knows

what discretion’s about.

I, tell you.

Discerning advice, comes out.

Not, Father,

but,

esteemed Elder.

Son of Encouragement,

I thank you.

I love you.

May you, ever, flourish,

onward and upward,

from the root.

Not, Father.

Not yet.

But,

when that time comes,

it will totally suit.”

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“The Sound”

 

I wept out

this poetry.

Words,

poured, from me.

Heaving, grief,

no longer, crept around.

Editing the essence

of agony’s sound.

Shoulders,

cramped,

from hunching,

crunching bones.

In need of Omega,

I lunched,

on sorrow.

Pain, surely, came…

But Joy,

from The Alpha,

arrived,

upon the morrow.

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“Soulcation”

 

On my haunches.

Over,

being haunted,

in my inky workroom.

Packed.

Ready to stay,

for my

Soulcation.

A,

long-awaited,

lengthy, pit-stop,

to authentic

auto-communication.

Corralled,

by faded purple.

Held aloft,

by floordrobes.

Swamped by thoughts,

strewn farther,

than

material dissaray,

on display.

Shovelling…

Wading…

Pulling band aids

off…

Time for healing, has begun.

I can see

the ‘7’, of completion.

But,

for now,

I focus

all my energy,

on surviving

Day 1.

 

 

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“Earth Angel”

 

Fallen,

beyond recognition,

this World.

 I am sent,

on a Mission.

To end the foetal position,

in response,

to perpetually,

heinous decisions.

Sent,

with ways to raise the bar,

bring the Global Vision

of Love and Peace,

closer, to where we are..

Closer to Home,

to close the door,

against infraction

and insidious,

villification

of Life.

I am come,

to quell strife,

from a Supernatural Source,

where twinkling stars,

alone,

do not bear the course,

to Freedom…

… but vessels, crafted,

one-by-one,

of precious flesh and bone,

are bonded and designed.

I am one,

made,

with awe and wondrous splendour.

I am part of Humankind.

My skin is dark.

A bold reminder,

of the rich variety,

of hues,

whose walking liners,

contain

Celestial sparks.

My Heart beats,

for Collective,

for Community,

for solidarity of Soulful exchange.

I bear my cross each day,

with passion.

Unconditional Love,

that is not rationed.

My desire that

the Good Will Out,

is fire,

burning to express,

that I am equal.

No rival. No sequel.

I am, truly, blessed..

… given every reason,

to have stillness and contentment,

when,

before I sleep,

I undress.

 

 

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“Out With The Old”

 

Old narratives die hard.

They come for you,

swing at you,

swipe,

left and right,

without warning.

No greeting card.

They

merge and mutate

what is true,

until,

all that you know,

has become a false prophet.

The Ego bears down,

to give birth

to a self-centred mindset.

For sure,

to be bold, in the wisdom,

that

you must make time,

to get to know ‘you’,

is no crime.

But some storylines,

have no rhythm,

no rhyme,

no reason,

except, to

destroy, steal and kill,

what awaits,

in your pre-ordained Destiny.

No longer hissing,

they sidewind their way,

with a cunning depravity.

Just as you seek to be new,

old habits,

old narratives,

bind altogether,

to format a crew.

The cure,

to unlock and unblock

these insidious notions?

Stop feeding them.

Stop fuelling commotion.

For,

You are made from Higher Energy.

Born to vibrate

at a Superhuman frequency.

Therefore,

resist the negative tendencies..

Resist them all…

and they will,

most assuredly,

flee.

 

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“I Cried, But I Did Not Quit”

 

I cried,

but I did not quit.

When ravenous racism,

raged at my Blackness,

I did not spit back.

When playground “games”

insisted that

I wear cardigans,

atop my head,

to mimic straightened hair,

I could have cried,

but did not dare,

for fear, of sitting out.

Not, fitting in,

was not an option.

Joining in,

I could not

live without.

Kiss-chase,

left me broken-hearted.

No-one chose me.

I was “too dark” .

Dumped,

before romance had started…

which set up a trend…

Totally rejected,

from beginning,

to the end

of my scholastic journey.

But,

Mum said this, to me…

“That’s not what

your education’s for!

It’s not about looks!

Now, walk tall, like I taught you!

Take your brain,

your books,

your words,

and use them,

to burst through

segregation’s door!”

Her, ever eloquent, encouragement,

was Heaven-sent and timely.

So, that’s what I did.

Kept aiming high.

Began to think

my skin

was welcomed in…

at every level…

But, how wrong was I.

Frequently,

finding my surroundings

less diverse…

I grew stronger.

Felt no compulsion,

to rehearse responses,

in the face of questioning,

as to my presence,

at events,

billed as,

“exclusive”.

As the meaning,

reached new depths…

rather than, reclusive,

I grew,

profound.

I mean,

how long and, just,

how far,

would people go,

in vain attempts, to mute my sound?

How much harder,

would I have to try?

Why was there a need

for me to justify

my breathing, of the same air?

Why does

a raised brow of the eye,

still remain there,

whenever I express opinion?

Why shouldn’t I pronounce

my thoughts,

with clarity of diction?

Why must I be classified,

“Exotic. From the village.”

What does that, even, mean?!

What does that provide?

I. Am. A. Londoner.

Black. Afro-Caribbean. British.

Outside and inside.

Born here.

I won’t hide my light.

So,

what makes you think

you have the right

to steal the bread

out of my basket of

pre-destined opportunities?

Are. You. For. Real?!!!

What makes you feel

that you can shout the odds,

behind my back,

when I have read my paper,

drunk a pint,

in peace…

and head to the ladies’,

for release?

When will your cowardice cease?

At least,

address your disease,

to my face.

If not,

pipe down!

I think you’ll find,

I’m staying.

Going somewhere,

fuelled by

Joy and Blessings,

known as,

Success…

You may hate me.

But,

I will be in Love…

I shall abide,

in humblest Gratitude,

for whom God has made me..

A message,

to the mess of prejudice,

who cannot be dismissed…

nor, displaced…

A,

uniquely-crafted,

work of art..

A credit,

to His Hallowed

Human Race.

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“Minority”

I am not a “minority”

There is nothing

“less than”

about me.

No dictat

can diminish,

nor, dictate

my place in Humanity.

Walls of bureaucratic words,

can, neither, define,

nor suppress,

my vivacity.

No insidious mind-tricks,

attack-dogs,

of precepts, concepts,

outdated contexts,

can decry

my Divine Complexity.

For,

I am made,

esteemed,

wonderfully.

Higher Celestial Beings,

celebrate this progeny..

entrust in me,

their Heavenly Legacy.

There may be one definition of you,

but there’s an Eternal galaxy,

of me.

No matter what you try

to do,

or say,

you can never

compartmentalise

this woman,

this embodiment, in Soul,

who is Spirit,

therefore, whole…

I am not a number,

nor a minor chord,

I am Free.

I am Major.

I am Victory.

Indefatigable.

Undeniable.

Look me up.

You’ll find me.

I am,

Black. Bold. Beautiful.

… in the

Oxford English Dictionary.

 

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“She Knows…”

 

She knows

what you’re doing,

from your head to your toes…

 

How you feel,

when you face the crowd,

when the noise is loud..

and you have to

hold it together,

like stone-cold steel.

 

She’s there,

as the accolades come…

and you want to reach out to her,

call her at home.

 

She can sense it.

 

When defences are low.

She protects you.

 

She’s Mum.

 

In your voice,

on the stage…

She’s the heart

of your flow.

 

How could it not be so?

 

Yes,

she’s gone ahead,

but her Spirit is everywhere…

 

She can be anywhere,

so she will always be there…

 

walking beside you,

wherever in life

you may

tread.

 

 

 

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