In the mix of entanglement

Standing at the cross roads 
With arrows, pointing on all directions


I was born and laid an egg from the womb 

Push me close away too far away, push me away 


Love me hate me on passion rage union
Love me for I was rightfully right, wrong, right

Choke me on allowed breath 

Allow me inversion of my private space

Brave panic with confidence wobble 

Embrace let go and hold loose tight


Entangled ropes straight sanity of discourse 
We hold to pull opposing knots tied  

Oh how did we get near this far 

Find me where salt water and fresh do mix 


And I would have roses to give to love 
Who came from the south going to the south 


As we love and quarrel and burn bridges 
To entangle and be torn, only to miss with heart's lonesomeness  

Finding the words

Quietly I profess to acknowledge 

Covert to announce in whispers, I love you

How do I share this with you  

The Unfamiliar Acquaintance

I am the one, you passed by yesterday 
The neighbour you said hello to, or not 
The nods and smiles you gave, or not 


The gentle echoes from the distance you heard 
Like a visit to my Keta village, on the shores 
Of the volta and dawn drum beats, that melody 


That melody, that wakes the soul to feed, or not 
I am the lover you once had, made promises to 
Your first love or not, second love, third love, or not 


The beggar on the street you tossed a coin to, or not 
The neighbour's child with scruffy hair, or not  
The kid you willingly shared your all with, or not 


With names familiar to you, or not 
And memories of innocences, or not 
The childhood best friends forever, or not 


Still unsure, what emphases to place in knowing 
Whether to call thee a friend or an acquaintance 
Whether to make thee a stranger, with a hint of familiarity 

But you know to recognise comrades, and lay claim to relations 
As opulence favour door ways of subjects, until now with surety 
Surely you must be, don't you remember, with tones changed 

To Love a' To Hold

An over whelming embrace I feel, drawing emotions  
Like that of a beautiful film coming to an end 
Opening tear drops, from the eye lid 


As rain wash pure, it draws out feelings 
So emotional,  that I can not hold back 
But to express, like possession 


Like the joy of seeing love, loving you 
Of lovers missed, to have been reunited again 
With surprise; walking through doors unexpected 


Emotionally driven, from the very depths of the soul 
A jump of joy, the tightest of hug, to love and to hold 
A child's grip of an adult's hand, this for assurance of safety 


So good to see you again my dear 
Old friends, old love, oh life, old joy 
So good to see you again  


And this is essence, instinct of being 
Shaw-shank redemption, like Lean on me 
A yearn for repeat play, ecstasy to relive in t' moment again 


Sometimes the answers sought for are so simple 
Yet so complicated, that no words can make sense of 
The intense pull, sensation of the heart, in defining life 


And I felt the blood rush into my head, to wake 
I cried out solemnly with joy, to define my essence 
I loved to share the strength within me 


I opened up to allow my humanity's relief 
To worship it's feed from divine 
I know life,  I know joy, I know love 


Emotions drawn 
So lean on me I have got soul 
And feed of my essence 

Rains on the Island

Mermaids are made of fiction 

Stories told to delight our imagination 

Like the flying little fairies  

Who parade with joy in back gardens 

So many in lists of creatures to mention 

All magical and wondrous in ways there are 

To cast a spell of enchantment 

So many children stories, inspired  

To have been told of fiction 

But in Europe laid an island 

Anglo, hair tin distance from the main land  

Where the tears of the clouds poured persistent  

Poured on so much, on the regular  

It turned the inhabitants into mermaids 

Such a place like a fish tank, England always wet

Subjective Perspective

A blow with a word strikes deeper
Than a blow with a sword 
Words are all we have 


Famously, frivolously, chitty chitty  
My girl says I make up words  
Sometimes I leave it blank, empty head in a room 


Meaning, this thing, "this thing" being my favourite line
Fills in the gap on thoughts, of  my missing words, read my mind 
Ok ok, time out, ours to hold, on hold, I remember word


Lets see, in pictures view  
Mirror, mirror, on the dictionary wall of words 
To whom is the word, best to behold 


This hold adds meaning in definitions expressed  
Thesaurus gives options, go on make my day 
On words to replace with, then with, them with  


Poets like big words, again with confusing conundrums 
As if methaphors are not  
Hard enough to decipher   


So brain works, brain food 
Brain storm, tic toc, tic toc,  sudoko
You should know by now


Already by now this is me ranting. 
But to t' point to be made, by now, on words with words
Chaos and order are two sides of the same coin 


So who holds order, ready in exchange for chaos 
Curiosity always gets the better of man in exchange 
I am heading towards order with word, patience,  me love 


The thing is, this thing is 
Poetry like abstract painting 
Needs subjective, perspective, rendition  


For the individual to make their own 
Mirror, mirror on the wall, this thing, with words 
Who is the most beautiful, of them all, to be used "subjective" 


Note: if you understood this poem, then you did better than I did

Love In Words

If I stand close enough, a' I look into your eyes 
I can see the world in your eyes  
And where between stories I belong   


Like road maps between stories   
Where I come in to play my part
In your life stories told   


In your dreams, in your making   
Next to you, hand in hand, forever  
Wiping your tears, sharing your smiles   


Making avenues for future plans   
All in the twinkle of your eyes   
Like a view in a snow globe, hold   


If I stand close enough 
I can explain the perplexed mystery 
That surrounds the feeling we have 

If I stand close enough, just close enough
I can ease your daunting anticipation
And explain with acts, how love holds 


If I stand close enough 
Just close enough, I can tell you
How much I love you

The Tapestry of Art

If in paintings Picasso and Miret    
Van-gogh can be painted, woven in words    
Decision, "indecision" subjective in abstract meaning  
To have stories told in such fine finesse of elegance       


A thousand and one  Arabiain nights  
Shahrazad carved in stones of literature  
Like presidents on mount Rushmore    
To stand freely the test of time


If words can be transformed  
Into sound, music      
And movement with pureness  
Rhythm of grace     


And "fate" in signs of language, meaning  
Is projected by the delicate ballerina on floors  
With richness of old Paris in fashion     
English Shakespearian stories enacted 


From Russia with love of the art, gift parcels   
Signs the man to assemble 
Ballet Diaghilev impresario 
To bring the "golden age of ballets russes" 


I  would add poetry to glorify  the options
The essence of art and sophistication   
Define civilisation as the cross roads layered  
Between complexity of varied cultures influenced   


Seasoned to be infused, like a collage
Presented as a treasure of humanity
A master piece of delicacy 
The crown jewel of enlightenment


I would add poetry, to its richness adored
To define the tapestry of art, civilisation of man
Which no man can own as possession hidden in vaults 
No race can solely lay claim to, as history tells 

Five Daughters

The White Powder; Happy Dust
In support of :http://www.iceniipswich.org.uk/

I am alone, lost in a dark place
It is my love of life, t' brought me to y'r door step

It is the excitement you bring

That lured me into your seduction

Then at night;  scooch, you broke me in two

On addictions, my nostrils bleed, for your nose candy

You made me walk in the cold at night, junky all alone

You sold me for cheap, to the devil's wickedness 

It is my love of life, the need  for joy

That brought me, desperate to your door step

It is my love of life, that brought me here 

Here, onto scared unhallowed grounds 

While I watch conniption, my hysteria of loneliness 
In outer skin, out of body, seeing myself 
About to comatose in sensation  
Felt betrayed by your ghostly powder 

Left on the coroner's lonely cold table 
Stripped of  my dignity, to bare 
Long before being bisected by autopsy  
To be identified by family, as empty 

Your white powder, 
Stardust, white lady, robbed me

You robbed me of my life, 
You stole away my dreams

The following below is written by the family of: Paula Clennell

I want your head on my shoulder
I want to breathe you in and know that you are safe
I want to see your, feet up watching telly
I want to tell you, not to swear
Angel girl, come back to me

Written by: R.I.P Annette Nicholls

Me and my adorable man
Will one day walk hand in hand
Away from this place
For the rest of our days
For the rest of our lives
No more this, no more that
No more the other
Me and my brave, brave man
Nights in with the telly
Days out with the family
A walk in the park
See me the sister
See me the daughter
Perhaps in time, a wife
So Proud
See me , a mother.

The Five Murdered in 2006 by Steven Wright ;
Gemma Adams, Tania Nicol, Anneli Alderton
Annette Nicolls and Paula Connell
May their souls rest in peace 

In The Know

No man was born with know
No man died, crossed over
To the other side, as master
No man did as slave

And I came to know
To love and bare witness
To call as my own
To live with and appreciate its glow

No man, was born with know; listen
To love and to hold
To commit whole heartedly
To open up, with honesty

No man, gained in wholesum
While stood a feet out from wash
No man felt love, real love
Without appreciating love's burn 

While feet hangs in paddle, 
Dangling indulgence of  what 
Water gives in comfort 
Scared to get in for fear of drown 

Non ever so enjoyed, 
Really enjoyed like the feel 
In dive down deep, naked 
In rivers for a dip  

No man lived and knew love
While sat commiting half baked
No man did know joy
While holding back to misery 

While holding back to fear 
And fantasy no man got gained 
While holding back to emotion 
Like stone motionless, for just in case