nameless space

i have put this into sections. what i've observed, what i've experienced and what i think we/i need to do with the "nameless space" the sections are down to your interpretation

nameless space

can't name it

if you attempt to name it, 

it ceases to be it

we attempt to use things to fill it

only to receive temporary relief which leads to more grief

aim to numb pain self-medicating ways 

my mind strays, my mind sprays

touch base with endless waves

it's cold cain

numbed like cocaine

cause pain

existential angst

meaning 

meaninglessness

fearfully fearless

bottomless abyss

can't be filled with trinkets

do our utmost to avoid it

jab cross slip it

still can't elude it

can be forgotten its elusive 

far from exclusive

we all feel it

will, meaning and purpose fulfil it?

that's the million quid question

it causes internal conflict

do best to be aware of it

accept it

embrace it

befriend it

integrate and assimilate it

go into it and allow yourself to feel it

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introspection

the noisiness of silence

causes internal violence

stuck in my own thoughts

a terrifying place filled with landmines

nah a beautiful place 

similar to paradise

nah an afro filled with headlice

a mind riddled with vermin

an intelligent cretin

aiding and abetting

journeying through crevices

battle self arch-nemesis

befriend myself make me my ally

bear witness to my alibi

don't follow the dichotomy

i'm whole holistically me

experience the subterranean depths

from the council estate of mind to the buddha mindstate

pessimistically optimystic

nah a realist

with surrealist thoughts

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86,400

i watched a short video about having 86,400 deposited in our account everyday which we spend, whether we have invested it or not it's gone never to return. everyday we have 86,400 seconds how do we spend them, off the back of that i wrote this....

i'm invested in every morning with 86,400

which i spend daily

sometimes spent well quickly

and i gain returns other times

i've spent it frivolously flippantly

at times it drags

when i'm somewhere i don't wanna be

sometimes 86,400 aint enough for me

so i try and rob into tomorrows fees

only to realise i haven't robbed

i've made space

with the day's pace

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freefall

coffee shop writer
never a biter 
freedom fighter
hot flames lighter
sniper your in my sight
insighter
made more awarer
set my own fashion
fashionista
trend-setter
trend-setter
trend-setter
you're just a bedwetter
i'm just a blogmonster
bar writer..........
..........................
take note of my pauses
cerebral causes
lose thought of course its
a true emcee
leave me empty
buddhist thoughts
contemporary stalwarts
hidden in my cohort
wrote without thought
free from editing
censoring, pruning
my thought process
you find confusing

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mute

dont say things anymore

overlooked misunderstood

misheard not heard

fobbed off taken for puppy show

silence is golden

wont break it through speaking

talk too much anyway

is the critique i receive

so now use writing

let emotions blaze 

through a page

dont ask me to speak

we wont agree and thats peak

for you and me

have become a selective mute

only speak in certain circles

where dont have to watch my words

rehearse life's show

a theatre act so act well and choose the right script

the wrong writer will have you doing flips

spinning out 

wondering whats it about

speak mean write wit clout

drinking a dragon stout

yes im vulnerable

not untouchable omnipotent or omniscient

even though i see things

dont say things through words

let the ink speak




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a bLack mAn tHing

story behind this, in a meeting i was informed that i have a 'Black Man 'Thing'' when i asked her to clarify what this 'Black Man Thing' is she struggled making vague references to Black Men in her life. Every interaction is a writing opportunity...

what exactly is 
a Black Man Thing
is it any different from a
white, asian, latino man thing
any different from a Black Woman Thing
please clarify what this Black Man Thing is
a chip on my shoulder
walk with a certain swagger
talk with a certain linga
touch fists dont shake hands
oh i see its the nuances
the isms
my professionalism called into question
oh i get it i dont show enough teeth
acceptable nigger syndrome
if i was a white chick presenting the same shit
what would you call it
im so pissed
no not defensive
enraged with rage blazing
hotter than the sun in me
about to combust internally
oh...i see thats that Black Man Thing....




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systematic misinstruction

the travesty of educational philosophy
when kids are valued monetary
4g you tell me 
is each students worth
putting a price on kids heads
is that what schools about?
struggle empathically with
such a materialistic philosophy
from the core flawed fundamentally
detrimentally
then we raise kids who aren't
independent free thinkers or even think at all
dependent servants
public schools feed the machine
creates new age slaves
not taught to think
but to remember
whats the true role of an educator
to make kids intelligent regurgitators
higher education now becomes a class act
cos the proletariats cant access that

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