I love it when you say: "YES".

Not just for the meaning of it, but for the love of the lyrical way

it leaves your lips. For your smile that carries the lilting sounds 

on magical notes and chords in play

I love it when you say: "YES".

It gives me freedom to express

and DO

and permission to share

my feelings for you.

I love it when you say: "YES"

to the little things

shooting stars, not diamond rings

not majestic seas, but little springs

that refresh our lust for life

And sometimes, when you say: "NO"

I love it too

I look into your sapphire eyes

(I feel you warm to my fingertips

I feel you through your wanting lips)

and then I know

Your "NO" is often just a 'YES"

you're trying to disguise....

poetry

Weather

I said to the waitress
after breakfast at the Nibbling Squirrel
that I was going home to write poetry
and goodbye and have a nice weekend

She looked outside
at the black sky
into the black south-easter
and said it’s perfect weather
for writing poetry

I thought to myself
it’s not the weather outside
it’s the storm building up
inside of me

poetry

keep a lovebird in your heart,

but don’t cage it.

keep it

unlocked,

unbounded,

unconditional.

keep a lovebird in your heart,

but don’t smother it.

nest and nurture the small thing.

let it grow and it’ll bring

everything beyond your reckoning.

(rapturous joy, silent pain;

a binding ring, a broken chain?)

keep a lovebird in your heart,

but don’t hold tight.

let it free to find its wings,

leave it to its wanderings.

keep a lovebird in your heart.

but don’t tame it.

leave it wild

like an inner child…

poetry

The Revolution is not dead! Long live the revolution of permanent evolution

of the souls and minds of man and woman. Earth's a hatchery, souls are bred

there ain't no dead, Fred, no matter what who said what. The revolution ain’t dead;

the revolution is alive with new life, new living, new breath, not death.

It's epitomized in the spirit and the power of the minds of the people;

moving in the streets in fluid jive to mesmerise the inner eyes of Truth.

It's epitomised in the tears and the spears of the souls of the people - fuck their colour- what colour's the soul, what kind's the mind? - where ALL the people will find the will to rise to realise the right to fight the new order: the monopolies, not the police;

the fat-cats and Corporate rats that bleed us with their greed and feed on our need

and if you don't believe it you're blind as a bat. You blind indeed that's that;

the only solution is economic revolution, and already we've planted the seed

We've fought the revolutions: industrial, political, religious and the racial

and written our freedom in blood.

Now the final solution is an economic revolution so the people can rise from the mud.

hip hop | poetry | spoken word

Measured against man

Measured against Time,

i am a split second

bred into a span

of years; measured against

God, i am a sperm

seeking womb of earth to

germinate, give root,

to hold to Time; measured

against the earth I

am a man as tall as

trees, wide as open

spaces are; bound by Time;

Measured against Man.

poetry