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Frankfurt 3: Pardon your Ignorance

 

I’d visited Frankfurt to meet up with a poet I have only known through social media, yet has been like a brother for several years.  This was the 3rd and final poem from my writing session.

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Eyes of giants are wandering.

Aviators reflecting on the ground.

Beauty seems skin tight,

Fashionistas mix colours yet can’t do it with skin type

Flowing locks and optics box tick.

I just can’t with the lens being pedalled.

A fresh breeze invades the mood.

To settle the stomach, I engage with windbreakers and stone masons.

I was a fool for lane love ignoring the  map.

The cupboard love from Venus is the most fly of traps.

It’s time to switch the raps, worship and praise at new altars.

Maybe you will…..for the sake of our true calling.

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The End

I’m in love with….I could never finish the sentence
My regrets roused rancorous desires for regression
I was colour blind as the red flags flapped,
I felt so fly, the fact that I didn’t, feels impressive.
My ego was bedded by this boo as the crowd roared us on.
Economical with the truth about either of us being The One
We phoned in that blue light to the brain as though we were seeing
the sun.
The great depression was 3 rings away from speaking up.
Green was never my shade, yet blue was our colour.
We called a spade a spade while digging crates and graves for each other
To tolerate through desperation seemed a better vow than to love each other.
Desecrating the legacies of Father, Father and Mother.
Who we fancied remained a secret that not even mirrors could fathom.
If we get on, let’s see where it goes was the best chestnut, adage
We thought we had our onions in order so we ignored the sage.
This was a fools buffet, eat now and pay later
Needed more time to date but….
We were less diligent than a fan of James Yancey
Pilot of Aaliyah’s plane on an incredible flight of fancy
If you do best at a certain altitude, why lower the standards?
If our mutual anchor had matched us, the candle position was shifting.
If walking through hell was our job, we seemed fire resistant.
We did what was expected and found some return on the investment.
Blurring the burning yearning for affection with friendship.
The words house and mate were, for the most part, unconnected.
 The moment we took the breath away, I became we, with love in a sentence.
Now if this is a confession to someone who cannot give penance.
What are we to do with the fragments of our reflections?
We end.

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Haiku: The Knot

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Soul mates and timings
Desperation or comfort
Hell is for a fool

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I’m Waiting

Some days …
I get sick of waiting
Staring at my calendar
Though I’ve given up dating
Like 30 days hath September
Waiting for the one
Is there really no end to?

Praying and leaving it
Believing that
God works in mysterious ways
This mere heathen asks
Can’t one of them be simple
Holding tight my little faith
Feels like I’m ever squeezing a pimple
That’s never ready to burst
Waiting feels so blessed and cursed

Saving myself for the best
I’ve seen the worst
Trying to kill old bad habits
Some need to be re-hearsed
running out of tales to re-verse
Memories to be burned
Time is money
I’m scraping a deep purse
Saving is burning a hole in my wallet
This is arson I’ve got it
I’m just an insurance scam
The nice guy burnt down
For women to claiim their right man
I am
Left selfishly freely
I feel greedy
For the fact I’m not needy
I got me so I don’t need me

Planting new connections
Call me seedy
I write so you can read me
The riot act to be me
The water of reflection
I splash so you can sea me

On the sidelines
For my who will be my by line
The lashes for my I line
To blink could be a sky fire
We’ll collide but why’do I I
Touch up on the nest egg
To forget that you even exist
cos maybe
When I commit to
Waiting
We’ll live

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Love Letters from the Hood Vol 6.

Our passion burns so much I call hours with you green days
Prepare for the haze
Let me lay you on the green baize
Haunches raised on my axis
Fax this fact that
I’m lost in your amaze
This ain’t the Hyphy craze
You got walls by I’m here to roof raise
Here to stay like rap
I lean back turn the tap
Got your tongue running call it a doggie lap
Spinning your records of the last rhyme
The way I queue balls in your pool hall
Ready to shoot the white ball
Turn your house into white hall
Give you that night crawler water
I’m dripping
From Capitol Hill
Killing your bill of rights with my first finger amendment
Have you stammering my name in Latin
Calling me Addendum
Ad nauseam
Imploring your pores to applause
Baby I can take your flaws
See I turn your floors into a stage as I give you the mic
This is solar powered loving the way I twist you over night
This is Classic
Let me play your with your back track
Flip you on the A side call it the return of the boom bap
Greet me with Aloe Blacc
Wu me with your movie scores
See my seed has a stem sell
Clause
You can labour for my metaphors
Knowing you’ve never met a force so consuming
Unassuming of race I ate the course
Digested good loving,
Good rubbing you know that you got that
Tease your beaver
Give you anaphylactic shocks with my nut sack
I aim to please you
This is a love letter right now we’ve got the lust back
See I like it
The way you writhe when I attend to your tender tendons
You render my slice of heaven a 3D melodic emblem
Los Angeles in sky only know which note you’re going to end on
But I don’t want to just eat lunch
Give me Hades in HD
Fluid motion don’t re cycle
Like a Buddhists first read of the bible I’lll find the difference inside you
This is love
Succour me with lips as I reverence your hips
Knowing your dynamite’s more than enough for my cue tip
This ride’s a born quest
You run the rule on my frame
Size up my coffee shot
Now can you handle my name?

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