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Convenient Distraction

Dear Miss Future

My hearts big, red and green like a sequoia

Stronger than a Georgetown Hoya

Bulldog spirit with a degree in paranoia

Master future builder, apprentice past destroyer

Lounge in my presence and you’ll feel the heat of my for ya

I know we’ll be like water and on your down day I’ll enrich the poor ya

See I’ll let you beyond the foyer if we’re naturally nutritious like soya

Let you see the design of our ascension if your blue prints compliment my attention

Yet the clouds rose to mention that I before ya I’ve been the tenet of attraction

History caching, energy renewal until the mental cash in

Count your calendar 14, 30, 61 days of safety matching,

Patching their faux affection to my department

Love is my art and it breaks my heart to rave yet erase and restart without reaction

Time is money and if you’ll be re-taxing my attraction then boost my economy

show me this is not lust with a love lobotomy and I am not just your convenient distraction

See Sensual Sensitivity Scopes subtle snares sliding signs into my slipstream

It’ll take elite ingenuity for genuine inception to happen in this dream

Till then miss future I’ll train with you so we can produce this team

Your flow means I’ll never run out of steam cos it seems I’m falling for the rise

Miss Future paranoia will no longer be one of my degrees when you arrive

I’m nourishing my roots for the day we lock lives, dissolved the divide and create one world

Dovetailing through small detailing so we can be that one bird of peace

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Angel

I was randomly sent the song “Angel” by Sarah Mclachlan and told to listen to it – its not my style of music by any stretch but it meant a lot to the person who sent it. Some how it reached into my soul and made me write and so I share its impact with you.

Sometimes I wish I was covered in angel dust
Not the kind that people snort and snuff
The sort that speeds the clock when times get rough
The sort that turns up when I’m needing love
needing a second hand to hold mine when my head spins like time
I can’t see how I’m ticking cos my eyes are full of lines
Folk say I’ve too many stars in my eyes to have a meteoric rise
I’ve given them food for thought but who ate all the pies
Not me
See I’ve brought flavour to a table of struggling ingredients
Cooked it up in a pot of theirs and my experience
The heat sends them delirious they leave feeling fearless
Peerless
Untouchable like a woman on her period
And I’m left peering out, thought I was nearing out
but instead I’m kneeling down praying for heaven to hear me out
Like English weather in November things are dreary now
Burning bad bridges to embers and clearing out
Only seems to make things eerie now
When dark tunnels had direction I could feel them out
Drowning sorrows wont work I can’t beer me out
They will drown me in depths of self mistrust
So sometimes I wish up on angel dust
Not the type that people snort and snuff
I know that when I’m down I’ll need some love
So God sent an Angel

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Twitter Inspirations: She Threw The Sky

She threw the sky in his face like a javelin
Piercing his eye she saw his focus unravelling
Knowing her words would kill she knew how to scrabble him
She was on board with her game and her bull ship was travelling
He became so far from sure His logic battled him
His feelings were rattling as anger managed him
His sense of manhood strangled him and left him dangling
Over the precipice of self destruction because this woman man handled him

I was on twitter and saw the title “she threw the sky” on an update by Ladessa Sullivan otherwise known as the poet CandyAcidReign. Honestly I have never paid that much attention to her non poetic talents but the words “she threw the sky” hit me like a silver bullet and formed a poetic verse. I may have to pay more attention now…if you think that I should flesh this verse out into a bigger poem let me know

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