I hope
That darkness
will not be my baggage on a first class flight,

Caviar stained tears streaking gilded cheek

I am lucky, you see

To see light and to follow, free

I saw my dreams as tangible as tangerines

and flew to tell you
you could fly too

Black tailed
Stressed grease & creased
by railway tracks
hits and coffee
breaking my back
and flawing me
Give me a stage to
ascend to
Lets turn tehcnicolour
Against backdrops of black and white
and grey city oil slick
distributors and gatekeepers
Keeping the flood of faces
Waving as they flicker
Into sharp focus
Glittering each one
Each note strumming
Wizards stirring at a round table
I'll be your high priestess purring
I'll tell you about the blackness of light
The darkness I fight
And we'll dance like birds in reverse
I'll turn to the white light
My mask has melted
I am baptised in sweat and tears
and prayers to be true
MUSIC

We had a meeting of minds
A planetary shift coincided
With something inside
A trigger pulled across the void
A butterfly bolted

Tiny Sparks
Of remembered dreamtime
Truth or a reflection
Who knows?
When all of truth seems up for question
Time just a sensation to watch light grow
and fade
All this can be reduced to little vibrations
Mind Dust

I am but atoms formed sexily, complexly

A creation, mentally

Who knows what truth there is
When even the seas seem so intent on their mysteries
Ebbing and flowing with eternal ease
With who knows what's energy

A Flux of truths

And all memory patched together
stitch by infinite stitch

Cupboard Under The Stars

Blue eyes
Black eyes
Big and wide like holes like stars
Like ours
Like yours and mine

Blues eyes
Bruised eyes
Like two doors I fall into
Like you
Like mine and yours

Could you take this seriously?
I saw some stars that led to your room
Your perfume
But you weren’t near

And I could hear the ky
That shivered
So high
And found where spies hide and clouds cry
And remembered why

The mornings where I sleep
Mysterious and deep
Creep under shadows and airflows
And ghosts I know…

Oh this city’s got a sickness
Underneath my skin
Urban slates, wasted states
Lovers covered in their sin wearing their…

Blue eyes
Black eyes
Big and wide like holes like stars
Like ours
Like yours and mine

Blues eyes
Bruised eyes
Like two doors I fall into
Like you
Like mine and yours
Even the coffee shivers on Bond Street today
I sway so hollow, the wind blows to carry me on my way
Back to your

Blue eyes
Back to your
Blue eyes
Back to your blue eyes…

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African Queen filming video for CocoShy, their first single. Directed by Apo, Photos by Meeya. African Queen are Carl Meanwell, Jonny Kates, Joe White, Yuli Levtov and Elle Holgate

Les Vanité: Louis Vuitton unveils the The 'African Queen' Clutch

'It' Luggage from the word go

African Queen: A New Band is Born

African Queen are rocking my world.
Dirty reverbed, pulsing Neo-psychedelia;
shoegazed, glazed and on a mission.

Looking forward to recording more and blazing a sun drenched trail into the summer festivities...I want to wear my Native American feather headdress and dance on grass...or stage

The Beautifully Damned

poems for sky walkers
that slip in momentary
smoked mists
of mystery