the button pusher

The blog of Jaryd Niles-Morris...me...a, Barbadian born Creative, who was too impatient to draw...www.540itt.com my website.
…i don’t want you to be perfect…I want you to be you…with no apology…
…feet hitting the cobble stone ground, chill on my arms, frost on my breath, lights towering over me, figures in lit squares oblivious to me, faces rolling by as cars go racing by, all tongues surround me, short skirts with pale thighs intriguing me, sky bleeding, sirens like whispers while the fog rolls in, stumbling through dark streets, poison in my veins, rolling on life, moving among the ghosts, roaming through history. Home on my mind but not in my sights. This is culture, this is poetry, this is love…this is London…

London nights… Some random phone pics.

…its too late…I can’t turn back now…
Just a little love makes everything alright…
…I am all of you that have touched me…
…to speak is to think, to feel, truly express is something so much deeper than logic or comprehension…
Ride the bass…to the waves…
Gin and Tonic with Spanish tobacco…while gazing at the sun rising over the Mediterranean…
Today I look at life and I wonder…were those mistakes were those fuck ups… fucks ups. The slips the stumbles the lows. What are they. Only a journey only what I let them be. Today I see a dream. Today I live a dream today I see a sea that I saw in my day dreams. Today…or maybe tomorrow I will swim in a sea I thought I would never taste even in a bottle that floated around the world. Today I look at life and wonder what more can I be, what more can I see, I am a dream, I live your dreams, because I chose to live. I chose not to be you but be me…