Kojoni

The strings that joined them tore like they have before. A mind never paid left them the same way. A miniature, a type A copy of the real kind It's just jewellery, but it's not Even without touch or sight. The other's stayed on your right wrist whilst our initials tore. I'm the villain and so sore Cos before we began, it wasn't mended.

These blue envelopes have pressed against the plough, walked the alleys of the Row where death skids past men. These soles have accrued miles on end Seeking those that are his Just to tell them its not lost. My aldos They've tasted my tears  as the Holy Spirit touched me. They've become more than shoes.

There isn't any chocolate on there No force field pulling my mouth's magnet I'm not taking advantage of you either I just fell for them. No accolades, no prizes can compare to the gift of your glistening face They're not the reason I'm stricken I just thought you should know. You might not feel a thing. Well, I hope you do Knowing they mean a bit of something would mean everything to my lips. Signed Kojo.

So is it impossible? To be what I'm not Or escape the identity the heavens gave Its not that I'm lost Just inspecting my sides. Laughter and tears altogether when the cocktail is a mix A mix worthy of a blissful purge. I'm a lamp with oily wicks And a shadow of many doubts. A walking contradiction? Seems so. I've never ridden the cirrus clouds But I remain a bird Without what makes one.

I grab myself Cuddle myself I'm not a new born Don't need swaddle cloth But somehow i just wish it was so. Just wish she would grab me Wrap my being and heart Seeing that both are hers for the taking It's obvious to the blind bus stop beggar How much she means to me. I grab myself Feeling this nocturnal numb Mostly in my right arm Because I leaned on her left Whilst I laid in my bed alone.

The Creation of Adam, c.1510 (detail) So what does a thing mean? That thing we cherish and abhor. All at the same time depending on your coordinates. The thing with which we dare not do without. Kinsmen could be the source of it. Or the family we find on our journey. The one thing that keeps a young melanin man up at night. It is difficult to become self-didactic with this. Yet I am looking for the meaning that plunges you. Into the depths drenched with a thousand oysters. I know the meaning exists. But its taking too long to notice. So you're asking what this thing is? It could be the first thing you thought of when I clearly told you afore and then. Maybe its not what I know now But what you're yet to find out. Show me when it comes.