Go Run & Hide

At a moment it occurs to me that I am absolutely brilliant, and at another an absolute dunce. Sometimes for absolutely no reason at all.

I’ve been smoking so much weed that it almost seems as though I’m beginning not to like it. And how can such a thing be true? Marijuana, whose very name mentioned brings me inexplicable delight – and still! – is now to me becoming sickening. What do I even do with that, or make of it?

Hiding under the covers

Under, the covers cover the

Coward cowering beneath the

Frock of his mistress, escaping his fate.

Escape the fate or stay prisoner

Trapped in the closet of lies and hate

That you discover

Sentenced for life to die in the flesh

Reason unknown or none

Or run.

So you’re…

Hiding amidst the clouds of smoke

Under the covers covering your tracks

– No, not hidden-

Erasing the traces of your existence

Hiding under the clouds in plain sight of the Sun

Blinding light illuminating the heavens

Casting flames to the down below

-No that’s wrong.

Hiding in the cloud’s cover from no one

Caring nothing, conscience keep.

The fate of suffering borne by the true

The culprit escapes

While you your quiet keep.

So I am

Hiding under the cover’s covers

Drenched in the sound’s cloud (cloud’s sound)

Several steps at a time taking

To emerge at the end

Brand new.

Photo credit: Toy Photographer




Ode to Freedom

I am the master and the servant


I mean the slave.

Eh hem

I am the master and the slave

The serum that you crave and

The voice that makes you behave.

I am the lightening in the thunder

The sound that it makes


In the air and on the ocean

In the sky nor on the sea

It’s me



Photo credit to #ToyPhotographer

The title is at the end

Cloaked and enveloped in dust

It is my soul I try to brush

Cleanse my heart of the futures gone

Get into the timing of moving on

For when the time shall cometh new

It is I

Who will be there

For you.


so thrust

From the bosom of thine heart

In one great swoop we were torn apart

In every way conceivable

– hard –

Disaster Falls


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Clack Spinster Minster

Come on can you give me…

– Spinster Minster

Like he never knew and then he missed her

Kissed her

And he can’t forget it now she missed her


Dissed her

Dismissed her

Before he realised that he would need her

Like he didn’t know his life was lost

And now forever

Because he thought he was the shit

And wouldn’t need her

‘Cause ain’t nobody got time for that

Busy makin’ all this paypa

“Watchu say dawg?”

Busy spendin’ all this paypa

Gotta look fly for all the haters

Stay lit for the original gangsta.

Didn’t think of what you’d need

“For me”.


Didn’t even notice I existed.



Photo courtesy of: #ToyPhotographer

My 16 bars submission

Rascal like flats

Roscoe like bats

Fiasco like rats in a kitty palace

And the kitty pal is


Big Ben ’bout to kill h’rd.


That home is literally where the heart is

That down is literally where the fart is

That there isn’t one,

There’s two.

So I had

Six seven

Eight Nine Ten



Dispelling rhymes like a pro

And accronyming

If you cannot see it-

Then imagine


Like the air when she was pregnant


Never could imagine what you know

Like befo’e

You don’t see me spittin’ like a pro he said


Hold your horses and just listen.


I am the model and the photographer

The writer and the actor

If I produce I am the director

When I go I am the motor

But enough of that, you get what I’m saying:

I am the Queen and the Emperor

The Conqueror

No fighting but the winner.


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Monday Afternoon

Mi bun weed like is oxygen
Drink wata like a Supplegen
Naa beg, naa borrow, naa falla no fren
Inhale for sustenance
Exhale di stress
Feel up mi sof skin
Play wid mi breasts
Walk like mi run tings
Treat everybody like star
Talk like mi know everyting
Since di Sun was wee star
Pree like mi can tan yassuh an si far far
Cause mi can tan yassuh an si far far.


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NB. Piece not from book.

Because One Day…

One day it’s gonna be gone you know, whatever it is? One day it’s gonna be gone but you’ll still be here. Or there, metaphorically. One day you’ll be all that’s left, and what will you be then? What will you have then? And for that matter, will you even be able to do anything? And that’s a better question.

Trapped in a moment of the moment’s moment

A moment of moments when Mo meant

Moment. Sinking stinking shrinking sink

A momentary moment of slinking stink

Slinking stinking rinky dink

A rinky dinky pinky flink.

Daring sharing seagulls lost

The innocent in suffering

Bears the cost.

*Photo credit to #ToyPhotographer

Word: Inscrutable -adj-

Like you don’t understand

– You

The birth of man

– Wait

On the land,

– What?

In the air or from the shore first?

– Pardon me but what you talkin’ ’bout?

Like I’m lying but

You have no way of telling

Uncertain, but instead of sweatin’,

You’re deciding just to let it go

: Inscrutable.


What WOnders..

To waken to the call of the sky and the wind

Birds chirping and frolicking

Leaves shiver and tittering

Machines whirring, trucks bellowing –

the sounds of life is carried on the air.

The sound of life is carried on the air

The air’s living

As the living air

As I am living, air.

And the ear hears what the air bares.

The mind gets its meaning and the heart catches its feeling

And the mysteries are made clear.

Clearer than the island sea

Clearer than the eye can see

Clearer than the human being will dare perceive.

But there.

There, here, and everywhere

Where some can see,

Where none may go

Just follow the air and you may know.



Wonders await when you awaken in the morning

To the chill of the sky and the call of the wind.


*Photo Credit to #ToyPhotographer

No Master

Crash and burn never

Watch me fly, high

As I wave good-bye to the haters

Of the free —

To the

Haters of forever

And the

Haters of whenever –

. . . never.

Never fail never falter,

Alter all of time ’till the clock don’t block

No tick

No tock


Guns and barrel; weapons: lost


Like you forgot to miss them

Like we


What is them?

Killed them

Not dead but missing

Like you almost dis’ed them

But then you missed them


‘Never exist’ them.

From upcoming book, Rantings of a Weedhead: The Song Before the Sound.


*Photo credit to #ToyPhotographer