Trippin'

Let me lose my self in the scent of you
Get high on your poisonous essence
You do things to me I cannot explain
addicted like crack to your presence

I’m trippin’, I’m slippin’
I’m loose on the reigns
I feel you pulsating
through my veins
I love you
I hate you
I’m all but indifferent
And this is the feelin’
My soul has been missin’



Feel I could lie
On a bed of tears
When I call your name
And don’t find you here

Feel I could lie
to my self and move on
but know I can’t hide
and I’m just not that strong..

No place seems sweeter
No arms make me weaker
I try to defeat her
But this girl she needs ya
She swallows her pride
Hands up to surrender
You play with my heart
Like the strings on a fender

I’m trippin’, I’m slippin’
I’m loose on the reigns
I feel you pulsating
through my veins
I love you
I hate you
I’m all but indifferent
And this is the feelin’
My soul has been missin’




[the above guy had apparently been tripping for 6 days.]

A Grain Of Sand

Eternity lies in a grain of sand
seems familiar in this strange land
we escape constraint
surrender ourselves
To see who we really are

Absence the source of a spiritual strength
saints and kings walk sands to meditate
we step outside to see inside
To see who we really are



Desert flower gives me strength
female power heaven sent
show girls that they can fight against
and give them idols fully dressed

Help us to see true beauties lense
and see past lies and false pretense
and look beyond the surface
To see who we really are.



[above: Dubai- the crazy city in the desert]



'Desert Flower' is the book I reference in this poem, a real life auto-biography of an amazing woman called Waris Dirie from Sudan. I strongly strongly recommend peeps to read this!!!

Got That Soul?

Got that soul ...
you just can't buy

wealth of mind
sky high

Don't need labels
to make me fly

I got that fire
...you recognise?





I be creator
So be you

gazing in the mirror
we see eternity

you look..
reflecting beauty back at me

the spirit moves
through everything..

They're chasing the paper
runnin straight past gold

missing the diamonds
too busy
collecting stones

they wonder why
they feel an empty hole

thinkin wealth is material
confusing goals..



why they care about names?
care about fame

when names and fame
don't care for you

Got to pay close attention
have your eye about you

for those you can
love and trust
can be few.

Fantasise..
but know what is real

listen to your heart
see how you feel

when we become one with this energy..

there can be no limit
to what we achieve...






[above-me and Yarah rockin our first show together @ CARGO, in London, March 2008. This girl has def got the soul! ;-)]



[above-The God father of Soul James Brown live performance of 'Super Bad' @ L'Olympia, Paris, 1971]