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Verses - by the artist

 
Painting

canvas primed  
light good
image
inside my head
tick, tick, ticking  
know what I am heading for
get to it on boats of  pigments bold

first hit:   composition   genre   hues   earth reds   synthetic blues   inspired frenzy  lay it on thin   take it back   needs to be lighter there     here needs to be dark   step back   weigh it all up    not going where I was heading for    but so far so good

It is said
that any God worth his salt can create a new galaxy in a light year

second hit:   paint some out    keep the blessed accidents     create new planes   kill others    increase the depth   scrape    dry brush     what the fuck     are you trying to  say     give it a rest      turn your back     return to it     later

it is obvious
that art, like plumbing, is primarily a process of  labour

third hit:    see where    you were    going right    going wrong    had the tune 
not  the lyrics    correct     in melodies of colour    tonal values    subtle highlights

it is finished

looks good    maybe sell it


Text Poem


we arranged to meet
in wormwood st EC2
been here for 30
where r u ?

still in roman road E3
decided u r not the one
I want to c

Broken Verse

In dreams of yesteryear
I fall into the past
Like it was just toda
y

An empty space

Needs a place to exist

So as to be empty

We were all here once

Until one of us went away

There is only one day left
In my calendar of hope
Please, please fill it for me

One day I will enter
A dreamless sleep
Existing only
Where others
Choose to keep


After Dark in London Town

Sun is down.

Moon is around

It is that time

After dark in London town;

Turn on the lights.

Cars arrive like bright-eyed fish

To swim the tarmac rivers,

In and out and all about

Are the ‘takers’ and the ‘givers’,

The ‘skinny jeans’ and ‘old has-beens’,

The saviours and the sinners

 

(Chorus line sung)

Is it heaven or is it hell

Oh the love I won then the love I lost

One dark night in London town,

A town I know so well

 

No need to go to old Soho

To indulge in some abandon,

The night is thick, so much to lick,

At every tube stop landing.

Hipsters chill in new gentrified hubs

Old geezers drink in old geezer’s pubs

While on the street are strung out youth

No longer can they tell the truth

Too rooted is their habit.

And the pretty girls drink JD thrills

Before they go out clubbin’

To urban beats and drug-laced treats

And maybe some sweet lovin’

 

(Chorus line sung)

Is it heaven or is it hell

Oh the love I won then the love I lost

One dark night in London town,

A town I know so well

 

The city night is like a Lady

Or be her a femme fatale

A pure one dressed in black; not white

Or a visitor from hell

No matter; don’t worry

Embrace her full in passions’ way

No need to beg a pardon

Allow yourself to be seduced

In this magical, night-lit garden

 

(Chorus line sung)

Is it heaven or is it hell

Oh the love I won then the love I lost

One dark night in London town,

A town I know so well

 

The Way Things Are
 
Gaz was up the Roman Road
Trying to score some K
Elsie was still indoors
In a bad way
She had been contemplating suicide
Being big into death
Then some guardian angel
White-lined her a second breath
Aw but it shouldn’t be like this
 
For its like trying to walk on water
It’s like trying to shuffle sheets
When all you are trying to do
Is make ends meet

 
Aisa has two children
To a man she hardly knows
Was coerced into the marriage
Had nowhere else to go
It’s a long time since she danced the dance
Or felt the urge to sing
But she dearly loves her children
And that’s a good thing
But there should be more
 
For its like trying to walk on water
It’s like trying to shuffle sheets
When all you are trying to do
Is make ends meet

 
Teka is an illegal
Left her family on a far off coast
Came here for some milk and honey
Got as far as tea and toast
She earns a living cleaning the homes
of the middle classes
Half her wages goes on rent
Most of the remainder is homeward sent
 
For its like trying to walk on water
It’s like trying to shuffle sheets
When all you are trying to do
Is make ends meet

 
We are living in a Corporate owned society
Where everything seems bent
The top gangsters are the bankers
Drug dealers are heaven sent
We are sold illusions dressed up as progress
The sky is starting to look like the sea
Poor are getting poorer
Rich are getting richer
It is all getting surreal to me
We are in a crisis of political hegemony
Politicians feeding us lies and confusion
It is time we all got together again
And had a social revolution.
 


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