It was footsteps on the water that lay upon the pavements, echoes falling through the cracks to shake the sleeping policemen and the red lights falling scratched and ragged on the ***** windows that woke me from my sleep.

I watched her order coffee from the vendor on the corner where a brazier used to sit and warm the feet of passing strangers
and not knowing what had once been there she became a Queen where no Queen had been before.

I no longer rest so well
London's noisy
the place has gone to hell
and gentrification has forced
the poverty line
to move along and find itself
another line,

in another time it was just the same
new things came
and went
but
people stayed the course
now of course
they don't.

It's depressing how
some folk revel in this,
must be
morbid curiosity
and where
magnanimity
is just a word
you have to google,
you may as well
give in.

and the footsteps on the water
walking closer
getting nearer
are enough to cheer a
groom up
on a shotgun
wedding day.

love needs a heart to keep its beat
love needs a lung to help it breath
love needs a hand to hold onto
love needs me and love needs you

love needs a head to keep in mind
love needs a mouth to help it smile
love needs eyes so it can see
love needs you and love needs me

love needs legs to help it move
love needs lips to blow kisses to
love takes a minute to clear its throat
because love knows it needs us both

Sludge black driveways
holding hazardous mindsets.

Back of his head is made of
white canvas; red strap; yum-yum.

You can see body in the window.
Cut like a Valley Girl diamond.

Brown ***** hair, faint.
Narrow shoulders, pointed.

Brows arch like arrowhead;  
floating above callous constellations.

Snarls of smoke from his cig;
dragging filter like a conscience.

He studies her while she studies
how life looks around her neck.

Closer to midnight, says Darling.
Gotta let her live in a dream-mo.

Inside the piggy bank, gold looks
like memories 'round her nape.

Peeking into the mirror's reflect,
mouthing her name, twirling hips.

What a time to be a star; stable
inside the crown of debris.

Completely secure in nakedness,
a streak of light swims closer.

Black bear fur, harboring glittery
fleas; her eyes look out and up.

It is as close as anyone ever tried.
Non-stop destruction, seductive.

Darling says, look at her look.
He takes a picture with his phone.

**** beauty, ******* to
the assertiveness of annihilation.

Looking at the picture, he curses
himself for not upgrading.

A fire overflows, as she has
one hand on her stomach and
another on her purse.

Stand up
Stand up for the lord
Stand up, now.
Stand up for the lord.

Evil coming at us.
The world feel with so much distrust.
And has many leading its support.

There's only one protector for us.
It's Jesus.
So stand up.
Stand up for the lord.
Yes, stand up!
Stand up for the lord.

Like his disciples did in those times.
Go out and spread the word of love to others.
Make a pact to stay focus upon him.
All the things that he did.

A day may come when the lord has had enough. He will simply for a moment step away. When we have all but rejected him, perhaps he will take a personal day. God could go for a walk on the edge of the universe or create another world. Perhaps he will stop by a coffee shop and order something to helping him through his day. He might just sleep in and hit reset on his eternal clock. If we keep ignoring him, then perhaps he will finally just say I need a day off. What a long and unimaginably bad day that would be.

Woke up this morning with you on my mind.
Thank you daily for seeing and blessing this life of mine.
For every joy I find.
For every hope that comes true.

I know, it's all because of you.

God gave me reasons to love.
God gave me reasons to see the good in others.

While others hype with complains.
God gave me vision to only see good, good things.
For a world without sadness would only blind us to gladness.

Where only happiness exist?
And joy would be replaced with so many mistakes.

God gave me confidence to see a better world.
Where?
It only takes his people to get it all together.

Some images you can't eradicate.
Some we all must simply embrace.
The spell of David Ruffin is all over the Temptations' legacy.

From the splits  the moves, the swirls.
His legacy lives on with the handling of the microphone.
Who can't name a Ruffin's song?

All of his words sung understandable.
Oh, he mastered the lyrical style of good diction.
Just to search his time within the group.
You find him standing out ahead of the rest.

Paul Williams, Eddie Kendricks, yes, this group had the best.
But one left a spell that goes to higher length.
Especially when you hear his lead upon "My Girl."

I speak unto you, love.
I show unto you, love.
I do unto you, my very best.
Yes, unto you.

I measure no time as importance than what we share?
I count no seconds, minutes or hours more precious than the other.
For unto you, is my quality time.

If fire create warmth.
If the sun create light.
Than I have felt both since you entered my life.

You have been something of a rarity.
Sorta like an unknown mystery.
I felt it when my eyes first met yours.
In my heart and mind you're a wonderful joy.

You fit all the definition of love.

There's not a time when I regret we ever together.
Or even met.
You took my worst and made it better than I thought possible.

You fit all the description of kind.

You stay at the center of my mind