Ancestry Sin!

Every time

an echo

of racism

is heard

within

want to

scream at

my forefathers

tired of

carrying their

sin

each

meeting

with a

new

being

a judgement

resides

deep

within

shocked

horrified

at the

measurement

created

due to

the colour

of their

skin

each weary

moment

fear

rattles

inside

my belly

cursing

those

wasted hours

believing the

propaganda

on the

telly

clutching my

handbag

more tightly

disillusion

recreated

thief

projected

onto the

young man

deeply instilled

brainwashed

misplaced

hatred

assumptions

formed inside

dogmatic

mind

he wears

his faith

as a weapon

attached to

himself

what

the

f**k

am I

blind?

he is

a child

believing in

God

yet

my eyes

reflect an

imagine

those

ingested

lies

poured into

my memory

a slipstream

of misguided

din

no longer

to carry

this ignorant

chatter

passed down

my ancestors’

sin

each time

a reactionary

voice

recreates

false

beliefs

boldly

challenging

them

recognise this

misplaced

fear

redirected

to the

source

my forefathers

may still

wear this

sin

well I

refused to

continue

this

blood line

as

their message

is wearing

thin.

MM C2015

Confused Truth

Walking

on

eggshells

dodging

razor sharp

piecing

poisoned

criticisms

denouncing

every part

of my

existence

dancing

around your

insecurities

the parts

of

you

which you

insist on

spilling

all over

me

burning

tongue

swallowing

misplaced

anger

resides

within the

flesh

of these

open

wounds

salted tears

burn the

rawness

my

inner

turmoil

struggling

to grasp

what it

was I

did so

wrong

holding

the

blame for

your

disowned

shadow

twisting

turning

fabricated

untruthful

deflections

rejection

again

sensing that

this behaviour

means

that one

of us

must be

insane

pain

held within

every muscle

aches

souvenirs

misdirected

aggression

regression

at the

mention of

your name

esteem

knocked down

by supressed

rage

where can

I hide

this pride?

so you do

not steal it

again

tiptoed

wanderings

around your

self-righteous

indignation

bloody

footprints

reminders

memories

distorted

try

running away

no-where

to hide

ingested

idiosyncratic

characteristics

engraved

upon the

tombstone

of my

bruised

ego

soulless

bellowing

voices

bashing my

brain

carrying the

condemnation

denunciation

accusation

must be

me

who is

insane!

MM c 2015

Tapestry of Humanity

A strand

holding

humanity

together

an invisible

thread

named hope

a rope

woven with

deepest

compassion

wrapped

around

humankind

kindness

interwoven

across

non-existent

borders

fragile lace

interlaced

to mould

together

our differences

removing

crisscrossed

ignorance

entwined

hate

unpick

obliviousness

meshed

entangled

out-dated

beliefs

your

God is

great than

mine

interconnected

understanding

respect

for dissimilar

cultures

richness

knitting

together

diverse

lines

creating

unity

stitching

tapestry

colourful

creation

beautifully

interlocked

tightly

love

artistic

appreciation

of God’s

creation

no divide

in the

divine’s

eyes

so why am

I so

BLIND?

MM c2015

Speak Louder

Speak Louder

Words

formulate

on the

edge

of these

nervously

coloured

red

lips

statements

all in

creative

shapes

ready

to jump

out

shout

loud

proudly

announcing

my individuality

imagination

running wild

only to

be

shut down

as an

irrelevant

unimportant

foolish

child

silence

children

should

seen

not

heard

invisible

shadows

reflections of

toxic shame

preventing

tiny voices

speaking out

harmonic

expression

collecting

on the

brink

on my

madness

sadness

low esteem

self-loathing

self-hate

wait

I wear

a collection

of an

external

submission

these are not

my wounds

or

scars

I carry them

protectively

for my

forefathers

of sin

where do they

end

where do I

begin

courage

to change

systematic

beliefs

outdates

narratives

immorality

depraved

wickedness

debauched

insecurities

misguided

fearfulness

a tiny voice

once spoke

whispered

an echo

created

a loud

sound

a voice

lost within

sang

a

collective

profound

lullaby

hidden

within

each inner

child

unify

as new world

has

began

MM c 2015

Refugees!

“Any

spare

change

please”

choking

on my

remaining

pride

broken

English

disapproving

stares

sailing by

dare to

open up

my

big brown

eyes

blood

shot

gaze

shifts down

towards

the filthy

concert

ground

a penny

drops

hear a

tiny sound

of

Copper

“You can

not sit

here

sonny

begging

for money”

move along

moved

a long

way from

home

alone

ice cold

chill

crashes

against

these

bones

feel broken

shoes

without

any soles

holes

held together

with my

remaining

dignity

why do

they seem

so scared

of me

only a

child

colour of

my skin

wearing

thin

as I

listen

to their

distasteful

chatter

words

more

deadly

than

bullets

dodged

escaping

invisible

boundaries

fearless

running

knowingly

hoping

grass

will be

greener

on the

other

side

pavements

curb

crawling

obscene

memories

abusive

dreams

“Move along

sonny

you are

causing

a sense”

what does

he mean

pulled up

ouch

that hurts

marched away

in disgrace

mother

said

we would

be safer

when we

reached this

place

“Any

real

change

 please”

no not

for us

refugees.

MM c 2015

Confused Truth

Walking

on

eggshells

dodging

razor sharp

piecing

poisoned

criticisms

denouncing

every part

of my

existence

dancing

around your

insecurities

the parts

of

you

which you

insist on

spilling

all over

me

burning

tongue

swallowing

misplaced

anger

resides

within the

flesh

of these

open

wounds

salted tears

burn the

rawness

my

inner

turmoil

struggling

to grasp

what it

was I

did so

wrong

holding

the

blame for

your

disowned

shadow

twisting

turning

fabricated

untruthful

deflections

rejection

again

sensing that

this behaviour

means

that one

of us

must be

insane

pain

held within

every muscle

aches

souvenirs

misdirected

aggression

regression

at the

mention of

your name

esteem

knocked down

by supressed

rage

where can

I hide

this pride?

so you do

not steal it

again

tiptoed

wanderings

around your

self-righteous

indignation

bloody

footprints

reminders

memories

distorted

try

running away

no-where

to hide

ingested

idiosyncratic

characteristics

engraved

upon the

tombstone

of my

bruised

ego

soulless

bellowing

voices

bashing my

brain

carrying the

condemnation

denunciation

accusation

must be

me

who is

insane!

MM c 2015

Redemption Song | Playing For Change

Darkness

Darkness

my friend

as I

hide

between

the sheets

of her

comfort

she arrives

unexpectedly

banging down

the door

bolted

cage

hidden

rage

she

silently

secretly

creeps

inside

my mind

as she

dances  

just

under my

skin

between

my flesh

and

bones

draining me

dry

why?

trying

not to

weep

cry

die

Darkness

the

uninvited

fiend

barges

in

surprisingly

invasive

unpredictable

gloom

sliding down

my spinelessness

cannot

resist

her blackened

erratic

charm

encompassed

surrounded

embraced

shame

disgrace

surely

this is

all in your

head

as I

appear not

to be

broken

from the

outside

inside

me

is a

Darkness

she will

never

let me be

overly familiar

an unwanted

part

of me

Darkness

she

has

many a

name

depression

mental health

bipolar

mania

psycho

schizophrenia

crazy

nuts

pain,

pain,

pain

that is

the

only name

I hold

for

Darkness

she

is my

friend

spend more

time

months

years

lifetime

sat in

a corner

with

darkness

she is

my fiend.

MM c 2015

Empath!

When I decided what I wanted to be in this lifetime, the powers that be asked me if I knew what I was volunteering to do.

"Yes", I said, “I want to be an empath”.  "I want to be able to feel everything to the extreme; I want to be able to sense what others are feeling and have the ability to show them the way".

Stern faces glanced at me and then they replied, "This is your journey into this life, so we will grant you your wish".  "However, before you go, we will offer you some guidance, people may not always understand you, they may use you, abuse your good nature, laugh at you as you weep at everything that presents as being painful, they will not always understand".  "Then there are those who will try to control you, manipulate you, medicate you and lock you up, beware.” “As you take your leave, you will forget this information". "Now go in peace and love".

So life went, but not according to my greatest plan, in fact, I felt a failure…one day, after years of trying but getting nowhere, I reached the bottom of a rocky road and fell to the floor and wept. "Why have you forgotten me, this is not the life I asked for, why do you punish me, why am I a victim to this life, why have you stopped loving me"......"I do not want to play your game anymore".....

The Valley of death, the long dark night of the soul, internalised hell.....................I had given up…suddenly, a spark, a light broke through my darkest soul, and this is what I heard. 

"Stand up child, I have never left your side, I have keep you alive despite the odds, you tried to destroy yourself time and time again, I picked you up, brushed you off, and gave you the courage to 

carry on"....."Come back into my light, as you are love"

I replied "I understand"......MM c2015

Tariq Luthun - "Mismarked" (IWPS 2015)

Soldier’s War

An explosion

dust filled

mouth

blood tastes

sweeter

when disguised

with the

sand

of

time

SHOOT

a glance

gaze meets

child’s

frightened

perplexed

eyes

SHOOT

he

reminds me

of my

son

DO NOT

ASSUME

KILL

terrorist

split

second

my humanity

flashes before

my

war

torn

eyes

PULL TRIGGER

I watch

as an

array of

silver

bullets

rain

holes

into

small

body

falls

dust

DEATH

toys

boys

play with

toys

a vice

crushes

my mind

as the

blood

culling

cries

bounce against

my hollow

skull

isolation

try not

to bond

with fellow

platoon

collecting

body parts

remains less

disturbing

when

no name

is attached

to them

fearful

not of

death

but

surviving

this war

nightmares

pain

nightmares

insane

nightmares

rain is

falling

hide the

shame

hero to

zero

man into

beast

no medal

will remove

my utter

distaste

PTSD

ADDICTION

HOMELESSNESS

MENTAL HEALTH

REWARDS

big boys

do not

cry

lies

fabrication

lonely

separation

from

the man

I used

to

be

my son

how will

he ever

be proud

of

me

MM c 2015