Poetry

I still walk towards the south, When the wind blows some dreams on the empty streets, Pavements offering a bed from nightmares and promises of a sunny day.   I still stand on the shore drawing footsteps on the sand, Leaving a trail of laughter?! Or maybe they were tears!   I can still see through the darkness of night images of those that walked with us on the corniche, Throwing pebbles and cursing a never coming rain, Counting the blinking lights of the harbour before blowing farewells to the forsaken city.   They still walk towards us, Fists challenging […]

Closer it gets closer I get to seven years of mornings and nights And Joseph still in prison  baffled by the dream/nightmare reality that is never revealed Closer I get to the heart this spring hundred of moments passing not wasting a breath on my reflection. After Seven, Joseph realised his forsaken God and interpreted the dream Lots of seven years will fall like sour grapes from the hell of time beneath the cold heaven Closer I am  lost in the streets  never able to find my way to be him   Failing to be failing what they want failing […]

Stained white paper Splashes of dust on the nose of the sun How wonderful to feel so ridiculous Mounting my stupidity trying to face my face. I listened to her eyes While drinking hot chocolate with cream on top In Old Compton street, Trying to understand the colours of this side of the earth. Gays, straights, whites, blacks and in between. Night clubs, bars, and mosques. Rednecks, flat chests, bare feet Ugly heat It’s Soho, she mumbled Not recognizing her voice. She smoked her head Desperately and said You are not listening to me I threw it all saying why? […]