Bunce Island, Sierra Leone - deserted slave fort island. Visited by sailing dinghy '78
I don't belittle slavery here, its how I felt at the time:)
As most will know, Kunta Kinte is from the book 'Roots' which I read in '77.
I like to think I’m quite a spark a wise and clever man I can name the elements or kings of old Siam but sitting in my techno-cave
Late inside The Orange Tree, a burly builder on his knees. Well earned pint now cast asunder, he sought respect - his only blund… -
I, once tested to my mind’s extrem… confounded by this life’s contrary… when I could no longer take the st… between my tortured spirit, flesh… Lost, self-subject to demolition
A bigot blind will never see, we are all as John Donne’s flea since Adam claimed mortality, who knows what hues in history flowed in darker veins than thee,
words, however inadequate, are the best hope we have of connecting with others... so let’s choose carefully which to use - and I ain’t talking poetry!!
Conjugal Congress, Conception Conjoined ~ Constriction Contraction Contusio… Constructs Conferred, Conclusions Contrived ~
No gun in my face, No plague or famine or drought. Then what irony, This pampered life of luxury, Should bring about such agony,
Causal power, well of might eternal origin of life issued more than physic’ light - mass generated polarised. From energetic genesis,
There is a thread of gold that binds the ancient tomes ~ a filament rare, ne’er to be found ~ lest this first be known; Though some men may read all,
Contradiction mocks the pseudo-sage. No charlatan, this clown-chameleon; subject to his nature,
When the steely strings gets picke… the dark desert highway is life pa… I’m sure not bound for Californ-i… no doubt, no turnpike –cool breeze… This place we call life is the shi…
Hours enthralled by cryptic signs, with ancient tomes and riddled rhymes. Gleaning facts from mystic lores - and still she never sought divorce…
When I at last shall die, what th… the meaning in this world of men - the flux that formed before my wak… when from that tranquil harbour fo… to pass again thru’ terra’s fiery…
The truth becomes a mystery when penned by the pre-victor who peddles bullshit History thru’ his BBC predictor A flash before the impact
This life holds such Dichotomy a random fixed contrarity Resigned I strive, still lost I f… a peaceful conflict of the mind. Superlative mediocrity