Hustler's Boulevard

I live on Hustler's Boulevard
There's one in every city
Single-laned
Devoid of streets signs
And the centre line
We jostle and push for right of way

I live on Hustler's Boulevard
There's one in every town
Single laned
It breaks off into a multiple of crossroads
Leading nowhere and everywhere

On Hustler's Boulevard
There are no pavements
No yellow emergency lines
No traffic lights
The rules of the road do not apply
All there is is possibility
Opportunity and infinity

On Hustler's Boulevard
There is no nepotism, connections
Or favouritism
No racism, sexism or agesim
All you have is you
And heart
And passion
And commitment
And dreams
Lots of dreams
That's all there is
On Hustler's Boulevard
Where I live

Junkie

Need is a tall, dark ghoul
With skeletal fingers
And long, claw-like nails
Wrapped around your throat
Gripping tighter & tighter & tighter

Need is a drug
Boiled on a teaspoon
Sucked up into a grimy syringe
To be shot deep into your veins
Causing your mind to freeze
And your eyes to droop
As you travel beyond reality
Into a universe filled with nothing

Need ...

Two rings overlapping

We drift towards each other
Bobbing on the rivers of dreamt eternity
The waters ebb & flow
Bringing closer and then pulling us apart
But still we drift towards each other
All we have is hope
And commitment to carry us forward
Decisions made on past & present
Can never determine the future
We are dreamers, and believers
In the future we feign to build together
It gets very confusing sometimes
But isn't that the beauty of it all
One day we shall look back
See our footprints on the back of father time
And determine the success of our present

Between

I linger in the space
Between now and later
Stumbling down the island
Between two highways
One going forward
The other stuck in the past
The edge of life crunches beneath my feet
The future of my unborn children
Has already been decided
Though I still have no idea where I am going
It's easier to stand still
And wait for fantasy to fall from the sky
Just hope it happens before the sky falls on our heads and pigs fly

Twinkle toed
Blue souls
Tickle my fancy
Body snatchers
Live inbetween laughter
And hatred
I am stuck

Poetry too can have ad breaks
Spaces where we flee through fancy
Pushing product, selling flimsy false fantasies
Tying the ideal with yet to be discovered inadequacies

Tongue slides across the page
Eyes look skywards
Heart slows ever so slightly
Feet drag in tune to the throbbing in my head

This is a journey
As schizophrenic as reality
Find what you will between the lines
Between
Between
Between.......

I wanna be an emcee

One day
I shall write words that rhyme
And if they don't
I'll just repeat them two time

Who?

She lives a lifetime with each breath
The stars dance to her footsteps
And the moon sets every time she rises
To avoid the risk of comparison

Her open arms are vast, mysterious and welcoming like the universe

I am in awe
And, in her presence, reach out absentmindly
Hoping that she shall bless me with a moment
And today she does
Her voice a song that calms the spirit
And frees the body from limitation

I am blessed

Where streets meet

He stands on the same corner
From morning to evening
He stands on the island between four lanes of tar
Blown and twisted by the roar of engines
The frustration of beings
In their mobile metal boxes
Going to or coming from

He stands at that corner
Scratching out a tomorrow
From those who see through most of the time
But they do not realise that he has visions
He sees the future as clearly as we see the reflection of face in a mirror
On rainy days, he carries umbrellas
With smiling faces and floppy ears
For the sun, he has shades and caps

This morning
Before the chill set in
He stood with scarves of red, brown, yellow and purple
Every day he stands on that corner

I wonder what he'll have tomorrow

Silence can be golden, when you haven't got anything to say

I have no words
No insights
No profound perspective on the progression of humanity

I have no answers
No blanket solution
No tried and tested plan to solve the world's problems

I do not speak fact
My thoughts carved in a slab of rock
On the side of a distinct mountain

I have nothing for you
But my side of the story
Which is just one side
I am not the voice of anyone
But myself
And if you find relevance
Please let it be because you believe what I believe
Not merely because I said

The only truth I can offer
Is my truth
And I am but one of billions
No better and no worse

I'm just a man
An ordinary man

Purity

The heart is pure
It demands nothing more than nourishment
Something to fuel it
In its 24-hour working day

The mind is confused
It demands everything
And anything
To make sense of this schizophrenic reality

The spirit is whole
All knowing and all seeing
It demands that we live with a balance of abandon and restraint
To fulfill its ultimate purpose
Of experiencing life in the physical realm

I am the sum of these
Gliding on the winds of time
Blown in all directions at once