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Haiku – #ALM

Watermelon smiles and trigger happy chickens.

Melting pot meltdowns.

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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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Million Ways

Million Ways:

(Me)

Fighting on inches when moments would suffice
Head lies crawl through the epidermis
The sperm is energized like electrons
Neutrons spin in frenzied atomic glee
Singing I wish I could be free like the Legend of the John
Pimped out by spinning pulsars watching orderly stars exist
Why dost normality persist when fantasy is evolution
Champagne supernova is the solution
Get drunk on revolution
See banality is pollution yet everybody acts clean
Out of vented spleen windows are cleaned
They say you gotta die to live and I’m a suicide fiend
A homicidal maniac, a sniper of actuality
Breaking souls with a sentence, killing them with logical sanity
Remixing their incarnations with intonations of moon.
Saying there’s a million ways to die but I’d rather make the vultures swoon….
For Me

(Jodi)

I play hooky from he that is death
Outta breath
Living life in more seconds than time allows
Never picked the short stick,
But fate got a case of hate and I continue to raise my brow
Wonderin what he up to now
Attacks are coming
When, where, why and how
Knife stabs and low jabs
Swollen face for tryin ta face em…
Head on
So I headed on
Unconsciously warned
Scorned
For thinking I controlled life just cause I was born
Torn
Between the plots he plans
Tryin to get a grip
But he has a full house
So I gotta fold in my hand
Tryin to find an angle
But he 180’d my 90
Supa fast like whip lash
Premonitions thrown out with the trash
And he straightened out my hindsight and blinded out my future so I couldn’t see
Leavin me empty
Reached in my stash
Tried to pay death off but he wanted souls not cash
There’s a million ways to die…
I wish he’d just choose one…

(Me)

I stabbed her with visions of my past pain till she sang soprano
The modals of her yodels burst my banks
Blood money was the currency of thanks for her mirror
Jagged souls sang as they passed port to the fast lane
Concorde to the last gain, last cause, jungle wars
Stalking perception with no pause
Animal instincts on all fours I was used to wound licking
She said there’s a million ways to cook chicken
8 bullet barrels in a pistol with one trigger
6 letters make a nigger
Yet he needs four to live as she reached out in the dark
Saying I am Wrigley Field, I am Fenway Park
Step up to the home plate you can feed your flame in the dark
For even bats can see play or be played off the park
Her eyes pierced like a shot in the dark
All I heard was the swish before she swayed in an arc
She died giving rebirth to me
To love myself was her last respect

(Jodi)

Respect paid
Body laid
With a million ways he chose to torture me
Net caught my life before he set me free
Now I have nuttin left but respect for thee
Embracing the elevated view of the scene before me
He was the owner of a life that made living weak
Pain’d by those who’d never “circle and inner Y”…Pump peace
His hunger for death led an attention craving frenzy
Embodied John Gotti
Mafia controlled following bodies
Held the hand of the clan
Whispered a little hate and reeled ’em in
Train derailed music and gangs
Started an epidemic that’s killin men and can’t be contained
His gift is quite precise
Slashing unity with rigged dice
Political gambles and fights over raising oil’s price
With the world in his hand
He plucks away a few each day
You can choose the trick
Cause he’ll treat ya a million ways…
Choose One!

Adrian “Poetic7” McKenzie/Joanna OrJustplain Jodi Collaboration © 2011 All Rights Reserved

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End of Term

Passion and style

If I left would you cry?

Tears of a child

Because you missed me or just why

Did it take this while?

To collate my list of demands

Free my style

Mature my inner child

Stop being servile

By your insecurity riled

Being comfortable doesn’t mean secure in my eyes

Needing surety, I compromised on purity

Subtle slave to your self

I delved for clues in me

Could I call it fickle or

Your faux insecurity

Lines have been drawn for me

I saw the outline

You coloured in accordingly

It’s always been there but I ignored it see

I’ve been apt in my use of tact

I’ve not snapped or lacked the wisdom to help you act

Quietly tracked and with love backed

Left you to own the action without suspicion

That’s fact not fiction

Tried to motivate and be uplifting

Now I’m parked at the gate of need with keys in the ignition

See I know weight is an issue

Grown around it so I’ve not used it to abuse or diss you

Yet this thing is only still going because it fits your hand

I had dreams very grand but the blueprint is being buried in the sand

If I could sculpt you it’d be with a hammer and sickle

I’m sick of your fickle, precipitation trickle,

Sweet and tough like peanut brittle

But with time running out we’re just

Brittle

Yet I’m gaining in strength

It’s a little false that you say I raise and dent

Your confidence

When you acknowledge you need to lose weight

Go the gym for some days straight

Its big show how much you go

But 3 weeks later put on weight

You always seem to make it a we thing

I’m acting to lose weight to but I’ve told you from the off it’s a you and me thing

I can’t be our battery and engine

Your say you’re sick of being the fat girl

Treated like the fat girl

If you don’t want to be that you’ve really got to act girl

I know its hard getting started and to build endeavour

I protect you from outside pressure but I’m feeling more stressed out than ever

How much more can I give before I give up for ever?

Say my family’s throwing crap at you just by saying you need to lose weight

I remember you dumped and were ready to jump to a first date

Used to tell me every week who wants your number

Who’s chatting you up

Who keeps looking in your direction

No I’m not perfection but my loyalty is being tested

I compromised on something I lived for all my life

I sacrificed and had thoughts of you being my wife

But I’ve realised you’re my first and had to open my eyes

I’m doing my part to fulfil your needs, your desires

I don’t start many fires and you’ve not fired my circumstances at me

But the one thing in I need I’m not been given see

It all comes down to R.E.S.P.E.C.T

This man cannot live alone on your personality

I love substance but you’ve got to be attractive to me

Not just attracted to me

I can’t be in the company of your friends anymore thinking which of them is a better match for me

I know who would instantly get approval from the family

Buts its not about that,

P.S. I love you

Actually

See I’m struggling because this issue is bubbling

We’re going to burst if you don’t stop ignoring it subtly

It would quench my thirst if this issue was removed double quick

Be the change to see the change and be done with it

I’ve lit the torch, taken the baton, been burnt but still I’ve run with it

Enough is enough

I’ve been through the valleys to change me now it’s your turn

Will you be here to love me or will you be leaving at the end of term

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Letter To My Next

I’m hoping my writing will be delivered with perfect timing
My Body clock says it’s a late storm
But I’m hoping you’re… ready to light me
Strike me
Like lightning
Little hater inside me knows I’m ready to fight me
Step outside me, brush aside me
Take residence and step against the not like me inside me
Let you set me on fire till I’m flashing brightly
Red Yellows Blues and Greens
Open my eyes to your ocean colour scene
So that I can read between the waves and motion
Wade in the water of devotion out from the sure
Find you and float in the real and the pure
I already know you’re demure, conscious and prized
I don’t have to throw lines for you to be caught by surprise
In the rule book of life we may have played on opposite sides of the law
Straight fly we know our flaws, know where the floor is
Love knows where the door is but only shows us the key
How you and I haven’t yet met when we’re meant to be?
All I wonder is how can we decide the main verse if we don’t even know the key
Life writes the interlude then the pre
Builds us through our history and creates our future
Establishes the true you
Defines a true me
Our lines have to cross and bind till you and I become a true we
I’m blind to you but I don’t stroll in the dark
We’re just two mammals making our way to the ark
I can’t say that we will be a walk in the park
Or a stroll on the promenade
Times may get hard but I know you are rich in value
We’ve got to value OUR values or there will be hitches
I want to bless and gain blessings through your riches
No name calling. No bastards, no bitches
Lets communicate and scratch itches
Hoping you and I don’t flee
Being hitched is what its made to be
I don’t say cracked because your love mendeth me
I am softer than concrete you are my rose
The rhythm pattern in my flows
You are more precious than ivory,
I’m tall but you heighten me
You are the nightlight and the sunrise
The words of the songbird my heart is talking through
Blood sweat and tears I’ll pour for you
See laborious minds make for victorious times
The moment we step on love
We just stepped on our time
Our landmines
Lets explode together
Touch the sky as we hold the clouds
Have our eyes look up not down
Dry eyes in the midst of a frown
Already a queen already crowned
Yet I want you to have my jewel, my seal
Hold you like shore is held by the sea
Surround you like an orange is its peel
You will be the only temptress to which I yield
True love only exposes
I bring more than a ring of roses
A heart that you can’t dispose of
The strength to strengthen you all over
To be with you I’ll be luckier than the Irish in a field of clover
Intoxicated yet sober
From Timbuktu to the white cliffs of Dover everyone will know the worst kept secret
Richly in love we are meant to be that
Athletic millionaire I may not be that
Subject of my art you can’t just be that
A mere portrait to expose this poets trait you can’t just be that
You are the doctrine
I believe that
A heavenly blessing I know I’ll see that
The real love in me you unleash that
Coffee and sugar we can be that
Cos we need each other can’t you see that?
Unstoppable force meets the immovable object
To me I hope you don’t object as we court
Play ball and enjoy the heat
Love never needs to beat, compare or compete
As long as we have love, friends and family
Faith, harmony in the sanctity of matrimony
No games geared towards getting paid via alimony
Baby and then a divorce
I’m in this for life even if times we stray off course
See life is life but on judgment day when I give that account for all
I want God and all of heaven to know
I was proud on earth to have been
Yours faithfully

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So High

Poetry: So High

My Breakout performance in 2006 and the most viewed todate. enjoy

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In Her Element

Love’s red glutton, pushed the button and watched him slip away like smoke into the night
Would she see the light, or avoid the blues, and get with ex, new shoes and sex
Would she fall in love or just vibe with the reflex

Relationships were like pornographic antidotes to true passion
Treated relations like a fashion show regular news was in fashion so
She gave head to get ahead in the race to erase him from her head
But every new man she took to bed was like a shotgun to the head
Was worth it… just to put him to bed?

She moaned publicly in the ecstasy of get with me ego centricity
In her single time she had her double ex’s to see
No new notches vehemently and evidently,
Facebook statuses would be the adverts generally
Might as well be a billboard but players play presently

Love’s red glutton, pushed the button and watched him slip away like smoke into the night
Could she see the light and avoid the blues, and get with ex, new shoes and sex
Would she fall in love of or just vibe with the reflex?

See in the time of every break up you need to make up with you
Yet at every chance she’d lace up those boobs like track shoes she had something to prove
She was running from the music that made her groove
To some dude she barely knew but made her feel rare and new
It was the feeling of real love but was it really true?

For if not now then at her blue moon,
Or when she’d tied the knot wishing she’d not come off the prowl so soon
Howling at clock demanding time in lieu, time to be blue
Time to clear mind of her true love

See her real love was a quiet gun
He made her burn like a quiet sun
She could hide behind papered cracks but she couldn’t run
Business wasn’t done, wasn’t closed
He drifted in and out of her psyche like Ebenezer scrooge’s ghosts

She wanted to cut a figure so forlorn her silhouette was torn
Love’s politics hit her like unwanted health reforms
She was not for being a transformer but this would transform her
If she was going to live she needed time to mourn her

Love’s red glutton, pushed the button and watched him slip away like smoke into the night
Could she have seen the light, or avoided the blues, and not got with the ex, new shoes and sex
Instead of falling in love just vibing with the reflex

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