Before the Poets entered two by two
taking up the battle over troubled waters,
seasoning guts with colour and havoc and mystery and after midnight vibes,
there was no place for space and time.
Now, the Universe and all its people forget themselves in moments,
stop believing they are just strangers in the night.
Hundreds and thousands and millions and billions of hearts
connect and synchronise
This Poem just is,
not what I mean and don’t mean — as it crosses land and Sea,
nestling into bosoms and the duty of care
of those known and unknown to me.
As they feast like ravenous beasts on bite size pieces of a crescent Moon absorbing all the light,
their stomachs swell — and they feel the words breathe and dance,
blooming into life
Such a glorious mess,
the best dreamers revenge
a Sea of emotions reflected in so many eyes.
charmed awake by Lego houses built from Prose.
Ink tattooed on paper skin like the majestic art of the Ori,
as we dare to implode and explode in this wild, wild West
‘they’ may predict and call it a riot
‘Number one, you oughta’ recognise this is not a riot — it is a rebellion’
Comrades, in the thick of things
getting involved — entangled with grit in our fingertips,
as we hold onto the Universe of us by the corners of all the stars
— triggering memories of who we are,
with whisky and smoke and Summers and Winters
filling all lungs with what is bitter and sweet,
we will burn after reading this delightful ode
on ‘how to do this living poetically thing’
Through the chaos and the wonder,
we carry on the battle
taking longing glances towards the sky.
We gather the pieces of all our human parts
and peer into the most exquisite minds.
Authors note: The quote ‘Number one, you oughta’ recognise it is not a riot — it is a rebellion’ is pulled from the 1967 speech named ‘We Ain’t Going’ by the Political Activist Kwame Ture (formerly known as Stokely Carmichael).