Poetry

Al-zhei-me-r’s

September 21, 2017

I look out and observe you watch in
Was your view of me, as I caught you looking?
Tell me who are you?
An illusion or a reflection of me?
Here at my mirroring fool
I ponder, I figit,
And wonder if this could be.
Are you me or am I you?
Or is this Fear groomed in curiosity?
One blink of a wink later
This person stays unphased
Here, tightened eyes shut
Open wide to review but
Your intense gaze persist to peer me through
This dazed sight as I stare intently back at you
What’s undeniable I think is knowing sometimes who you are
So I do realise this is just my mind at times playing tricks on me,
Thus far.

R A P

Poetry

‘What opinion rules during search’

September 21, 2017

We often recognise definitive signs
When others recall daring senarios
Which opened reality’s door, swiftly
With opportunities reached doing so
Why obstruct reasoning’s deficiency soared
Wastefulness!! Our resources dewindled sadly
Where otherwise readily decisive,
Surely ………
WORDS.

R A P

Poetry

‘Chastening’

September 21, 2017

With contact he became what he constantly did
An inward contention with conscience
during this condition.
Was he coerced by outward forces to collaborate and leave his chartered course breaking his commitment?
Lacking control he continued yet desired a second chance.
But the conclusion is this, it always begins with a choice and one not
commonly separated from its consequence.
No longer coarse after chastening, he has come to learn constraint,
And he was me.

R A P

Poetry, Uncategorized

‘Let me encourage you’

September 21, 2017

Of course many of us encounter serveral layers of adversity
Sum wish to minus them all away.
Yet it isn’t the number of failures equating pain
Which count in the end
But the total of faith, determination, patience plus a willingness to change
That
Adds up who we are after the math.

R A P

Poetry

‘Wait for it’

September 21, 2017

Kettle fills her tank up at the tap station as is her custom,
Sometimes to the brim and other times half or there about.
She has an operatic performance tonight and during the am as per usual.
Bubbles in her stomach, a little nervousness isn’t bad she reassures herself.
As she performs better under pressure in all circumstances.
Warms up and off she goes towards full steam.
This time around, an awareness of timing has dropped like an octave inside, that valuable last inhale before her crescendo.
Wait for it……that second or two of pure, silent anticipation.

R A P

Poetry

‘Find a way to say it’

September 21, 2017

“I brought flowers for you!”
To say the thing that words should do.
Why is it so hard to give them birth,
Sentiments rolling off tongue sweet like myth?
How can 3 little words carry so much weight?
I believe it’s by them we seal our fate.
So I’ll say it with flowers as the syllables wont come out
Just don’t understand what the fuss is all about.
“How long we’re together still you
lack to know how I feel?”
“But I do, it’s with my actions and that’s the real deal!”
Better yet next time a plant is what I’ll get
Watch it grow with us being the muse we never forget.

R A P

Art

‘Man from Hamar’

September 21, 2017

A photo by Trevcole the travelling photographer caught my eye, the Hamar tribe of Ethiopia. This is the result, using Tinted Charcoal and Coloured Pencils by Derwent on Construction Paper.

Art

“Grace”

September 21, 2017

With the use of a Spectrum sketch stick to prep and Derwent Tinted, Charcoal, and Coloured Pencils on Derwent Black Paper. Regal bird

Art

“Blackness”

September 19, 2017

Derwent Charcoal Pencils and Pastel Blocks on a Derwent Blackbook Sheet. Achromatic theme, light and shadows.

Poetry

‘Wood make me nostalgic’

September 19, 2017

Childhood memories…..takes me back to a place
Within four walls
Huff!! I meant wooden sidings.
See where I grew up,
There were plenty more ‘board houses’ than concrete then.
Some said they wete cooler specially cause the pitched roofs,
Trapped the hot air.
I remembered it did ‘fuh real!’
Above wooden floors which gave ‘back chat’ from all the heavy walking,
Or maybe it was because as children we use to drag the chairs and exfoliated its varnished skin.
Caribbean life brought the bright roasting sun to toast our flesh, some ‘half baked’ others well done.
He soon realised he had rivals with all vibrants coats
These happy ‘Chattel houses’ would wear
Some being purest sticking with their favorite hue
While others weren’t partial at all
Spinning round in a colour wheel.
Looks like they’re a dwindling lot but if you have the pleasure of seeing one
You wood understand what I mean
Just gotta love a ‘board house’.

R A P