Coffee + Snow

Origin unknown, sense likeness alien.
Jedi council respond, solar sail, simian.
Avoid pressure, back room deal, strife,
cant talk, run it by the robotic knife

Back channel, in, impress dazzle sing.
Honesty on display emotion resonate, sway.
Score an allegiance to love, pray.

Pleasure planet, no harm nor strife.
Scale up the seed bank; tower, knife.
Photon cave analysed, deflect taste.
Track, trace pick up the thread, bass.

Cloaks shine, glitch, bend; we have this, buy! Get them on the re-send.
Bubble bounce after the play dead, ounce.

Check your inputs, honey pots, gold.
Precious metals can’t be sold.
Analyse leeches, algorithms untold,
shape, weight, shimmer bold.

Public facing open coms, shields, attitude, where’s she from?

…

Weak mind, doesn’t understand primes,
heavy feels like water, shape dense,
flatter, play dumb, escort her? Sense.

Humble, bow, offer, indulge.
Play along, snort swoon tapes of old.
Younger, brasher out to impress her.
Hook, line, get ready to dash, mess her

Moans on loop, stop-start cough up the goop.
Trading warez, bare legs private com’s stares.
You want it? Collecting digits like a hobby, fidget

Larger than life, unpack fold,
shape like origami, unbreakable crypto sold!

Public facing open coms, shields, attitude, where’s she from?

…

Private view set, wood block print to cover that debt.
Wine, spying, electro magnetic dying.
Data-cave left, right: infinite loop - flying!

Painting my nails in a vain attempt to preen.
Never going to get that glamour girl look *dream*

Evil eye twisted, lazy motor skills dissed it.
Crazy hair like a half-arsed fro, shit got to split, go…

Missed it.

Public facing open coms, shields, attitude, where’s she from?

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After dolling up and heading to Notting Hill Carnival. I became curious about a piece of writing I felt compelled to write before my transition started. It concerned the music that resonated in my heart and soul but whose culture I always felt so distant from.

I heard people with a real voice talking of heart ache, struggle and the courage to be themselves. I started to think about the universal nature of struggle and rather than look for division to instead look for unity.

I am an outsider to the culture of the music I listen to, to the lives I live in my daydreams. I’m kept at arms reach from all that resonates with me. Only left with the memories of my mistakes and reminded that I am not wanted as I am by ignorant voices.

I make mistakes in all my decisions it seems, and I feel like I walk on egg shells through life. I worry about upsetting a careful balance and offending someone, but I need the space to make those mistakes so fragile is my sense of self, so repressed are my feelings and emotions, so timid is my true self.

While I search for my voice, I am left to embrace that which resonates with me. So much of my musical aesthetic appreciation comes from black music. I wonder if I can one day stop worrying about what that culture thinks of me and start to speak my mind with a voice as powerful and resonant.

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