Distraction

I could lay a thousand hopes on the ground

And lay on their comfort whilst looking at the stars

Lost in the heat of inspiration

Like the sparkle of each, is a gift of imaginations wealth

But like an uneven surface, I’m unsettled in my thoughts

You ruffled the pillow that my head rests upon

When clear as cloudless skies, you disturbed my night sky

And lay next to me in my dream

Like you were supposed to be there

But to tell is a mistake when vision is interfered

Pretending to anchor a heart can damage

When eventuality reveals

But logic and confusion can be misinterpreted

A tickle of faith in the mind to tease

With a sigh and gentle blow, a flame can disappear

And emotion can, for a second, stand still

By Kiri Gray ©

Barriers

A casket confines the soul

So that traces of love can no longer just roam

Singing ice-box where my heart used to be,

But it never ever belonged to me

It had a few owners in the past cos I wore it on my sleeve

But now I washed out the stain that it used to leave

Put it back in its place and cuffed it to my chest

So when an arrow tries to pierce,

It can’t tear through its nest

A dull lullaby still melodies in the booth of my rib cage

Until a voice that speaks the truth allows it to engage

But a trusted word is hard to receive

When the ears have been cut with lies and deceived

A kiss always burns when it melts the heart

And leaves a scar from a flirtatious spark

If the heart behind it is not a whole one

But defines selfish and greedy, it takes from your love

So the shackles on this love are tight with caution

For the next time love thinks it can have its portion

It can lick the taster but can’t satisfy this sweet tooth

Protection from an addiction that should never be pursued

So a hit of the needle that draws blood from my heart

Will only be victorious when another has drowned me in loves art

By Kiri Gray ©

Concrete Jungle

The dirt of the soil that defects your morals,

Comes from the pit of concrete brick

Where ceilings grow higher than 40 floors

And the key is often hidden that unlocks the door

So grey walls evade privacy rather than contain it

Like fish in a bowl with nowhere clean to play in

Festers bad habits and stereotypic manners

Self-fulfilling prophecies stirs hunger to rebel against this ‘democracy’

Like a dog chasing its tail, the distractions fed to prevent, prevail

The axis that on the Earth we spin, catches us in a web of sin

So subliminal forces remand souls like coffins

A cage of confrontation sometimes, bare bravery dwells in

So seemingly courageous actions are derived from gutless cowards

Or innocent souls fuelled by survival tactics 

Slaughtering dreams, manifesting divisions between the masses

Killing through community wars leading to bigger barriers

Tangled in the matrix, the system template

Without a rubber or a pencil to restructure the stencil

But climbing a broken ladder can be done with mental power

Forces higher than witnessed by the eyes measure

Able stamina, which drives thirst for something better

But whilst silence is on our lips unity is just a pretender

By Kiri Gray ©

Sky High Too High!

I have a brand new video from my artist 
Ken Kodie for you all from his up-coming mixtape 
'The Dope Boy'! Let me know what you think. 
If you're feeling this then watch out for the mixtape coming 
next week!

Uk Focus Show

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Minus half, plus one

Your smile always has a hint of warm laughter

And I look at your lips with an admiration that can not be hidden in the honesty of my eyes

You know that when your tear hurts, the pain in me cries too?

From the pain inflicted in my love for you

But reality warns me that mine were because of you

And you were never there to dry them, so my sleeve had to do

Now transitional as humans emotions react

Neglected feelings transformed to something new

Refreshed in the thought that myself doesn’t equal to two

But a plus one means that shared pleasures don’t have to be few

Boundaries of the hearts reach allow relaxed caution

So proof pudding can be eaten with more desire and enjoyment

By Kiri Gray ©