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Hibernation, Marching On….

Six weeks or more since we spoke, that’s a long time.

Like the last cigarette of a smoker, I promised myself it wouldn’t happen again.

Carving pain with polygraphs.

Painting purposeful positions with pompous palettes rendered me empty.

Empty as the dead sea having seen and read my last rights I wondered what makes me blue.

While pondering the poignancy of strong silences and babbling brooks, fight dripped from me.

Tiptoeing away like the last breath of a beer tap. I dripped

I dripped as the infantry of my infantility

I dripped, tripped and rolled around in my barrel of conspiracy.

Being gassed wasn’t the right energy.

To thine own self, be true or make thyself an enemy.

Infamy isn’t in for me so I found the trending topic that cut into me.

Started chewing on some Emerson and audited my inventory.

Tasting the deep dark, unveiled statutes of clarity

Alas! I march on yet I’m thankful for February.

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Molehills and Mountains

truthSome truths are holier than an indian rape festival

Some truths are arresting but their freedom you can rest in

Some truths are homely when they don’t try to redecorate

Some truths are seedlings that sap you of your better state

I wish these truths were feather weight and would lift before I sign that paper

Wait

I want…

Truths that wrap round my hands like tape before a fight

Truths that change bulbs,

Truths that win matches

Truths that broken into meteoric starlight are my cookie that crumbles

Truths that are more beautiful than a Titanic Kate Winslet

Truths that are more than an engagement ring and make you alter

Truths that don’t slide around

Truths you can fall for, get up with and fall in love with again and again

Truths that make good friends

Truths that don’t break you to see if you can bend

Truths that don’t hide in drawers like old photos

Truths that in need, you can go to

Truths that get more agreement than Kyoto

Truths that make the magna carta look like a pinky promise

Truths with more meat than a 20 stone double J in a bodice

Truths with more between the eyes than a pair of nostrils

Truths in lossless formats that will never get played

Truths that are more than a night boo debut.

Truths that might silence you but wont shoot you down with a silencer

See these Home truths I keep dying for

Truth lives outside the law

Truth is the secret in the bible section

Truth is the power of inception that rewires a lie detector

Truth is my reflection when I choose to accept it and until then

Truth is an orphan

Truth can dance with you or around you.

Truth is not a tradition

If truth was religious it would be narcissus

I want truth that keeps you in check like King Midas face to face with Medusa

Truth whose screams in eternity ring and are happily answered too

Maybe that kind of truth isn’t you

See maybe truth is convenient, may be it’s seasonal

Maybe it’s roots ,branches and leaves that are watered by wars

Maybe we need lies to appease us until we find the peace that is us

A peace that pleases us in all pores and makes us richer

Maybe truth is greedy, maybe truth is grievous

Maybe to be truth is to find that we need to be us,

To be us, we need to see us

So maybe what we need is, not peace but reflection

A reflection that yields acceptance for its perfect imperfections

A voice that sets the tone with multiple inflections.

If truth is knowledge accepted and we render rejection can truth be changed at all?

If truth is changeable is this the deposition before urination?

Revolving doors wont get to seven when you’re in eight

So maybe this is the position before you’re in a shine

Giving evidence, overthrowing negatives

The truth is the truth is the picture, it’s us that aren’t getting it

The truth is that truth is an industry worth investing in.

I heard that truth is sexier than Norah Jones in silky pyjamas on a Q-Tip record

But….

Ttruth has a cost and as words are expensive….

What are yours worth?

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I’ve been patient as a punchline
Waiting in a lunch line
Life ain’t so plain flying,
Spitfire, run time,
My philosophy’s a gun crime
Got agent’s in the matrices
Grading my depth, plumb line
One accord, Major C’s
Too salty for a dead line
Category be mind engaged
You need but don’t want your personal me
Say you’re sick of aids
Writing’s cool, I do it well
Life’s a movie, where coffins swell
I love naked truth, let’s show and tell
I’d call it porn, but belle this aint chess
Unleashed the beast, my beauty’s stressed
The 411’s the 666,
Systems corrupt and I’m sick sick sick
Of,
Carrying caveman capabilities,
Parrying papal pillagers
Managing mother’s mirages,
Welding women’s worrying
To the responsibilities of being a modern man

Fighting foraging Fungus, best friends, comrades
Con raids on my elements like colonial excavation its
Barrier creation yet they say I’m isolationist
My soul labours like I’m the sole Asian
They give the monkey a platform but not the elevation
I guess I’ll see you next lifetime cos I’m in a situation
See Poetic7’s just trying to be Adrian

So used to being played you’d think I knew craps
All in my head like I love caps, their not my type
DMC knows it’s like that – I tasted fruits, not ripe
Wrote some pot, not smoked, not pipe,
Bombs dropped, never clicked like,
Put me on blast, great height
When irritation is my innovation, detonation is my destination
High light
Played second fiddle to Ebonic Economics
Jungle fever sounds, two-tailed not sonic,
Bossip is e-tonic, it’s not right
I put my soul in a box cause it’s not white
Life used to be so gay

Now it camps in manic moments
Potential means nothing so I’m X’s great exponent
You say you want to know why?
Ring my bell curve, play a tune on my back bone
Interface easy, what’s my name, I Phone?
Jerk Me, I’d moan, blaze the sky at the ruse
Now I come with a contract, and the Ade Bar Blues
Electric dick’s not a fuse
Said I won’t be blown,
I’m not Divine Brown’s Hugh’s
Colossian’s on the microphone
Ready for Pau;l’s letter,
Guess I’ll read it in phases
Signing off Poetic7
Just trying to be Adrian

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Odd Future

They said I got a future, odd future gonna kill them all
Advice to ghettoise me, council hall
Playing a game, lacrosse, when they know I can ball
Don’t want to give the drummer some, it ain’t how they roll
All souped to speed past, it’s how they bowl
Call it autumn strike rate, my pedest fall
I’m red and sore, my head is raw
I’m not lion rich, I am bear paw
This eagle saw his eagle claw
Sharpened up his iron to blind them with a metaphor
It was cheesy season, like pizza breeze
Sold him every reason, one word sale of the 7 C’s
So he believes, he found his level,
Etched a sound, got an echo
Stamping ground, found a gecko
Angel in plain clothes, wrestled a devil
Took his head off, wouldn’t let go,
Decapitated, he was animated, selling vision
Restless chicken, he was built for giving
Resurrection, better living
This blessing was, born for stretching
That it did, yet the season stressed him
He got a taste, kept the bottle
American Histoy X’d him, full throttle
Called this apostle Chipotle flavoured Aristotle
Exotic carb the damned falafel too sweet to waffle,
Pigged out on truffles, learned to love the troubles
Hand n’ Heart like the Williams Sisters, Power doubles
Still its my level, not my arena, let me reign, I’ll bring Katrina
I need no pre-nup,
Caretaker climb, I only clean up
Yes they slimed me, Ghostbusters
Me myself and I, family trusts us
To make nice, this odd future
Tie love creation, karma’s suitors
To get it in, tailor Karma Sutra
To Make Life this odd future

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Rays Ft MizzFab

I saw light flicker through the blinds
no longer blind , i knew the world was mine
no ours, no hours
to waste
they waste time on hating
two negatives
dont make a positive
No more palindromes of paradox or perogative
My vision is nitrous oxide, I’m ready to drive
Blow out the flame of past pain
wipe out the not again
mistakes have been my oxygen then I changed the tanker
Vitriol came in a vial but it wasn’t a banker
No more effing with the canker
I’m a jolly W*nker
Ready to tango with success while my haters turn into fanta
Now where reaching for the clouds,time to turn their nonsense down
Break through death’s smog emission
Till I am free again
Till I can breath again
My heart is beating again
Sunshine scribing
Maybe we can put hope in the atmosphere
its time to heal mother earth
love is a phantom ghost
jealousy has somehow hindered conectivity
social networking now the breakdown of humanity
an excuse for people to act more stupidly
Folks act like they’re the praying mantis yet they get smoked liked buddha
Name called in the J Hall, black tune white sound
Shudder…
When the I am I can reads shoulda woulda coulda
I amp up the heat dissolve all the sugar
It’s game time on this trainline they call me formula durex they way I burn rubber
Burn down pages ,then restart this
journey
it’s time for rebirth
spring melodies
it’s a time for peace
time to release
hate
its been enslaved in hearts
for too long
we’ve been slipping
for to long
now it’s time we move on
Dub, like the proverbial
sacrifice to deserve it all
love so sick its terminal
Peace to the fervent war
outer cry the inner roar
we hang in the balance like trapeziums were platforms
waiting for a new day
time to break away from the norm
reaching for the stars
connect em like dots
we all have our spot
in the great circle
time to move forward
instead of falling back
we don’t change our ways we plait forms
scratch our air till the viny’ls worn
The concept of me ain’t a stuck record its just a waste of space in a hater base
Where I live ain’t a free base
a mistake an’t a choke
yet we hang onto the past like we playin the bar dumb broke
Pigeon pie instead of humble chips
You call them honest if they mumbles less
fumble less
its a dog eat dog world but folk love to jungle dress
Y’all ain’t ish on a shoe until you kiss ass then you’re polish
How can we can a culture of peace when we’re less cultured than the amish
yet it isn’t the time to be hopeless
we survivors ,birthed for success
programmed for violence
the time is now
to stop all this
heal all of this
get real
no one wants any of this
clock is ticking
time is running up
no substance
no heart
the time is ours
to stand up and speak
to unite
there’s to much hate
there’s to much war
it’s time we
started living
i mean that’s
what we are
alive for
we meld dreams into words
we live for tommorow
not settling on today…..

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Black Summer

Black Summer

Dismantling mantles

Like naked candles fornicating with my eyes

Dancing at left angles

Exiting my attention like a getaway hummer

Tiring my I’s because you ignited passion

Strange fruit to the unseen declared itself holy to me

purposely rallying freedom of action in flashes

Feeling like the Arthur Ashe’s hearth of ashes

Black Summer so fly and blind could bat her lashes

Crash this hard drive like a guilty tiger

I pause

Fought with thought

Wedded or sold

Stolen or bought this plot was lies to the core

Less was more like addition to infinity

Divinity declared the inner me is minimal

I am the formidable amoeba

Single cell warrior

Sickle cell sharpness

So sick I sell darkness to demons

Stone like Stevens

Smoked on the words some breathe in

Exhale vitamins like shisha was one of my 5 fruit a day

I danced with Summer like seasons don’t change

Put in an expenses claim for sun and met dark reign

Thunderous invigoration

Sweat emancipation

Thighs and sighs between the highs and byes

Giving me fives on all fours

Olives du jour I was nothing more than tasty

Seasonal treat you clutched at like straws but you didn’t wanna put your

Research In Motion

Just picked up and played with this blackberry

Torched my

Woods like an arsonist

Said look at the black arse on this

You’re never gonna parson this

I’m hard got you hard and arduous so melt

Broadsword from the blindside gave me sight to the last time I truly felt

Seeing red, seeing only black

Summer kissed but never had my back

L’s I stack like a small rack

Accumulating double deuces

Feeling fruitless scanning for seeds

Relying on saplings to evolve

Imploring mystery of misery like clues to re-solve

That’ll be my puzzle till throw it all away

like that’s that piece

And thats that peace

Like thats what ceased

Hasta Luego Love

Hola la vida

Call me black swan because I’ve been and become a white beater

Muddied waters of trust lust to be cleaner

For now

Autumn is falling to its knees

I’m

towering my single cells

Flaming amoeba

I

Outline mine

Drawing me nearer

Colouring my tears of languish in the shade of my blue

Printing BS everywhere including on the bottom of my shoe

Praying order my steps and a side order of you

Cos Black Summer

You are BS

Bloodcloth Stress

Bombo rahtid Stupidness

I couldn’t have ordered less honesty

So Black Summer honestly

Die

 

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So Anxious

You’ve got me wondering whether you’re thinking of me as much as I think of you cos

I’m feeling you and I’m hoping you feel that same way like a drone bee waiting to mate with the queen

Like a lottery winner who doesn’t believe that they picked the right numbers

Like, I’ve got yours and you’ve got mine but the way we dial into each others sense of self has got a different tone

A different ring, you and I started with a different kind of hello and even though I’ve said many hello’s and been hung up on, said many goodbyes you’ve got me feeling like I’m starting a whole new conversation

It’s like you’re taking me to a whole new school where reading you is the hardest part of my study

To make music like Musiq and be the definition of a Buddy would really be fly yet you’re in no rush to take off

You’re so fly but there are no in-flight instructions other than to be cool as we rewrite the rules of engagement, lay pavements to wherever the you in couple and I in time takes us.

See I know what makes us can break us because intimacy is dangerous, de-range us estrange us, but as long as we remain us we can be us, see us with purpose

I dare you to believe our similarities and differences got me nervous because you’re a mirror image of an inner me present and desired

I’d love to be your king but I’ve been de-sired so often I’m used to playing hide and seek with my crown

So many chips claim to be down until I light their gas for the cook up

When this chef gets the look up you see my ingredients are so raw at their heart

It’s like Remy Ma tellin Nicki Minaj to look up even though she’s got the hook up

I want to write a new chapter, your time I want to book up, put epic verses in your calendar

Invigorate you with a lavender ever be a challenger of your psyche

Show you this spectacled black man has direction, Spike Lee

My system knows you are my Air not sportswear Nike,

I just want to confess you’re my Woman not Goddess yet my Victory

So smoking you’re calling the royal we a hickory infused, literary ruse

Can’t I just be your muse?

See I’m so anxious, I don’t just want a mo’ better blues

I choose to live in the colour purple, I’m royalty in my temple

And this bear in the window is no longer for rental so check out my terms

Remember creamy crack burns so don’t let me in your hair let alone your head

I’m well read so you can explore my heart but don’t burden me, passionately burn with me, fervently take me to the moon and your soul kiss the earth with me.

Release me from the purgatory and see if we fit just perfectly.

Love is a fight club just don’t Tyler Durden me cos curiousity killed the cat but this anxiety could kill you

 

 

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