Street life #soCs

Anno Domini, episodic moments of yore.

Excalibur sword wielding, mind-bender moments – mind your step and hit the dance floor.

Decadent, whisky on the rocks, Drugs fresh from the Durban harbour  docks.

Uncut,  fresh,this shit gets you in a state of euphoria that makes you a natural at dancing the charleston without spilling a sip.

Ice cool , candy flip – time to get a grip.

Eyes close, pass the ball to a fellow game player.

Eyes open – the dancefloor has become a  party of howling werewolves in clothes ,time to  shake hands with the new  mayor.

Heart palpitations – this is no comic strip . Pushing past the  furred crowd, talking animals in their lairs .

A hit of  oxygen to the lungs – knocks away  the culpable  house with its cymbal, progressive climb up the winding stairs.

Walk into a  potential crime scene – apparently, a runner  doing his job running – his boss not far behind him.

He falls to his knees – mercy -covers his head. A steely glint of a revolver aimed-  to the back of his head, ready blow him into Infiniti tum

Deities break out through the stars.  One last chance for this soul to retrace his steps and get creative, cough up not shades of red  but sprightly    hues of   fresh Mint .

Apollo  wakes up  long enough to gives the  thumbs up and then goes back to  a golden age of sleep.

The beats  will consume my soul again – this  vessel  will not become a  nazi graffitied derelict.

 Gulping  down sugary drinks.

Recovering from nearly hurtling  into a  trip- blindingly.

A mole hole, abyss-  deep.

Music, life is my school , my community , my church.

 The orphans , the lost , the ones called ET who wanted to have a place  to call home.

We had to put up with the freaks coming out ,once in a while – ogres, pixies,  a dreadlocked gnome.

Education doesn’t have to start in an institution called school with a ‘YOU must think this.’  mentality.

Where Black people are called  ‘Kaffirs’ – ‘they are simple’ – learn the truth early on.

Gunshot – start running at an age of  infantility.

The street life takes you around twists and turns.

Left , right , left again.

 HOW do you want to think?

Why do you think this way?

Drop out, dirty stop out, learnt more about how to protect myself – when I had to defend myself  against 5 skelme tearaways – half baked under a drug sway.

Wasted lives,

wasted dreams.

Time has been kind so it has been worth every second-  even the tortured screams that have come out from me.

The years have gone by – damaged ,

omniscient,

 played ,

player ,

yearned ,

yearner –

the most blessed scat cat to come out of the debris.

 

WORD PROMPT: YOUR/YOU’RE/YORE

 

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About Daisy Willows

'Words are my everything' - Jon Wayne . A writer of poetry, stories, stage scripts, fiction, border line poetry & freestyle works, Music reviews, Guest Features/interview & shout outs. She is also passionate about raising anti-stigma & awareness for Mental Health. A trained co-facilitator in Wellness Recovery Action plan by Mary Ellen Copeland Natasha goes by many moniker names-Daisy Willows, bahtuhkid, GOAT2Bdazee. She has had a colourful life. Travelled. Natasha co-owns a second-hand clothing & accessories business -La Bella Bijoux Ltd Natasha was born in South Africa & is a French national. She currently resides in the UK Natasha Bodley holds a postgraduate in the Humanities. A BA in Myth in the Greek and Roman worlds & Advanced creative writing. She also holds a Foundation degree in Acting performance. She is currently working on her first novel (semi-autobiographical creative non-fiction). She has published one short story on Amazon called 'Number one' Connect with Natasha Collaborate with Natasha & feel free to Communicate her too. Light, Peace & Love!

Posted on 2016-08-27, in EXPERIMENTAL WRITING, Poetry updates and tagged , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 20 Comments.

  1. Hi Daisy. Now see: you Are a poet (you just didn’t always know it ; ) Really fine wild ride, here!!
    ~ Peri

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  2. Wow
    that’s a keeper

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  3. Love the cadence of this writing! 😃

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  4. I am trying to wrap my head around all the thoughts ruminating in your mind 🙂

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  5. Wow! What a concatenation of episodic moments….. 😉 Hugs! <£

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