ZOETROPED – that’s how I feel – or like YARN upon Dame Kismet’s wheel XANSTHOPSIC mellow is the mood WHICH jaundices not my attitude VERISIMILOUS is what I am ULTIMATELY just a man TRUE to myself and the chosen few SENSE in everything I do RAGAMUFFIN dress in style QUIXOTIC natured – versatile PHILOSOPHICAL to my lot OUTSIDE the hip – a whack crackpot NOTHING really bothers me MY fate is up to destiny LOVE may come and love may go KISMET takes me through the flow JUSTICE – What’s it all about? IT’S not fair without a doubt HAPPINESS is relative GOD is only putative FOR the deepest of insights ENTER darkness and see the light DESTINY is at your hand CRAFTILY pulling at your strand BEFORE you go to bed each night ALWAYS hope to see the light
I am a writer. I am shy. I started writing poetry in my youth. I first performed in 1987 at the Avon Poetry Festival along side Bertel Martin of the Bristol Black Writers Workshop, supporting Benjamin Zephaniah.I gave my last poetry performance in 1992 at the Arnolfini gallery Bristol, supporting Labi Siffre during Poetry month.In 1998 for a year, I became the Resident Poet at Bristol Evening Post.I haven't written much since then but in 2014 I began exercising my rusty hand writing sonnets. I hope to continue writing in the coming year.
I’m a prisoner -A prisoner of my mind. I can’t be free. I can’t be me. Locked in by anxiety, interrogated by insecurity, and depression is barricading the door. With no room to breathe, I can feel my lungs collapse
The years have passed by, In the blink of an eye. Moments of sadness, And joy has flown by. People I loved, Have come and have gone. But the world never stopped, And we all carried on. Life wasn’t easy,