TTFN

Hi all,

I’m going to be making Revolution From My Bed unavailable for a little while. This is because over the next few months, I shall be contacting publishers to see if anyone is interested in setting my work down in print.

Wish me luck!

Naturally if I fail in this mission I’ll be back. If I succeed however, I’ll still be back, but with a link to my shiny new collection.

See you soon I hope!

Montag x

 

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Magpie Talk

Summer dusk.
Robert Glasper melodies
Creates a peaceful
West Sheffield evening

The sky glows amber
Magpies chatter
And all is peace

All Is Joy & Love

How’d that happen?
Monday morning
I was dancing amongst
Nebulae.
Cosmic I was.
Untouched by Maya
Existing in bliss.

Today my heart
Has been seared –
Destiny’s merciless
Caress.
I have to cry a little
Pick myself up
Brush the dust
Of becoming
From where
I fell
And head back
Towards the stars
Where all
Is joy and love

Extremes

Minutes ago

I was floating.

Sailing miles

Above land

And sea.

A little nervous

Yes.

What was keeping me up?

What if I should fall?

How would my family

Feel about being left behind?

I needn’t have worried

Destiny charted

A new flight path

For me

Earthbound.

I stand on flat

Earth

Look up at the azure

Sky I have just fallen from

And gently weep.

Feet First

For the Vikings,
Valhalla.
And for black folks
Is there
A place that good
Souls go
When they die?
There they may groove
Forever, on a dance floor
Illuminated by galaxies
And nebula and
Where they might discover
That black holes
Are simply cosmic
Bass reflex ports
Bringing
Sublime poly-rhythmic
beats
From the farthest corners
Of the cosmos.

It is said that the Vikings
Were required to expire
With a sword in their hands
To be admitted to
Warrior heaven
Similarly should
Black folks die
With love in their hearts
A song on their
Lips or the memory
Of a beat
In their bones.

Take me there
Feet first.

Not No More

I can’t pretend
Not no more
Not no longer
I can’t talk a good game
About numbers and profit
Can’t beam with fake
Excitement at being
Given more of the same
To do
Even the money don’t
Matter
Its potential for
Transformation into
Material things is
Far less important
To me now.

I wanna chase
Rainbows
To the place
Where the
Sunset sky
Meets the horizon
Make music
Sounds and art
Write
And read.
Please
No more of this materialistic
Claptrap of benefit
To no-one
Nowhere.

Escape
Now there’s a thought
Shall I do it?

Trippin’ With Rob

(for DJ Rob Luis)

Grey now
Older and
More portly perhaps
But when slotted into his place in
The cosmic mesh
He is ageless.

He turned me out like
It was nineteen ninety-three
When I was fleeter
And most definitely free.
Last night I floated above
Dense cloud
And found myself
Dancing under cobalt skies
Some kinda sunshine
Overhead

Robert guided me there
On the gentlest of aural winds
A delicate gust here and there
Took me higher still
My role became
Alchemist
Turning the manna
That Robert served
Into inspiration and movement
Shapes
Into three-d love

In this world we have
Horror, hardship and pain
We have politics
We have Trump.
But nights like these
Rare
Jewels
Reveal the light
Uncover the glittering reality
Beyond the clouds of Maya

Few only
Can take us there
Rob Luis
Stands amongst
That number