Time for a Change

But the change is here

New laws and boundaries

The change is near

Riots and destruction

Unfolding everywhere

Pickets and signs

Long unbrushed hair

Don’t look them in the eye

Please don’t you dare

They’ll hurt you command you

Kill you if you care

Nothing’s achieved by paying those men

To destroy others property

What now what then

I’m here to tell you

You’ll be found out I’m sure

The anger the hatred

The violence you lured

You cannot break LOVE

My Papa

It’s been 10 years

Since you took your last breath

So many unspoken words

sad memories you left

I wish how I wish

I had been stronger with you

And defied your reasonings

Of no medicine you choose

You’ve missed your grandchildren’s

Graduations and plays

You’ve missed youngest daughter

Is starting to grey

We’re wrinkling and sagging in places

And parts

We’re growing old without you

All seemingly apart

The circle was broken

The only kindness we knew

That wretched woman

Is still alive

And still without a clue

Your eldest grandchild has

Your heart of gold

He’ll soon be leaving for

America so bold

I wish you were here

To soften the blows

To hold my hand as I too

Grow old

Black magic

In love and war casualties a must

But who or what can we trust

Witches and warlocks elves and pigmies

Are some of the few circling thee

You lust for the new to fuel your breath

Heart is a pumping within your breast

The silver key of darkness and triangular top

Eye within eye all sight was lost

Hear them all crying moaning and hurt

The soldier of height has fallen from his hearth

A long haired white witch has joined her crew

You were her gremlin her soldier of blue

Never was a white witch for the story is written

Of black she was always but now you are bitten

Do not listen the fruits of loin has a plan

To rock you of your pedestal and drop you where you stand

The demons and warlocks of black magic dance around

The contract was written hear them scream blood is found

Instincts are powerful so listen to them

Not the voice of the loins but a friend of a friend.

You don’t know me

Shocked and amazed
Games people play
Rude and crude
Bleeding black you do
One too many Jimmys
Me thinks you are falling
From the days events
From your own calling
The pleasure your words
Sometimes ringing true
Like the bells of St Pauls
When Sunday draws through
Today those words were to
Shock and eject
I should’ve stopped reading
And now I regret
For another side was shown
You’re the same as them
After one thing
To devour and condemn
Keep sharing your gift
Your words of rhyme
I will be back
In white winter time