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7 A.M.

20170401_192908About to be the 3, 5, I’m laid up with teenage fever.

Feeling like Janet Jackson without the safety of a pre-nup

Our roads, different, we ran on petrol and diesel

Our roads different, supposedly Adidas and Asics,

Drumming our bases, we found laces/ electrifying connections like both worlds were tasered

Face to face we were a fumbling fortress of ferocious fondness

Maybe I’d been chasing Amy or maybe Gin met Tonic

See London at 1.30 birthed 7am in Germany

Had to check mate like we were head to toe in Burberry.

The bucket list met a vision causing intercontinental collision

Audibly adrenaline was all the way up, like it was a day of ascension.

There were starry eyed smiles brighter than Borealis,

The aura of sharp shooters turned battlefields to gardens

How do you spend time with someone and feel like you’ve left with a bargain?

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Goodness, Gracious, Me

As clocks tick,
boxes dip
Another click
A buttoned lip
Eyes shut
The solemn drips
Loosening grip
A name that slips
Away
They
All want us to kneel
Accentuate real
To hurt and to heal
To birth and to feel
Their pain
Again?
They want to us to feel
Their pain again
They want to us to feel
Their pain again
Where is outrage
They want the grief front page
Publicity umbrage
They’ve got it so flaunting
Dead sons aunts and.daughters
Yet I’m getting bored of
This game
They want to us to feel
Their pain
They want to us to feel
Their pain again
How can this be real
When told what to feel
Not sold on the deal
For real
like being force fed a cake
That I didn’t bake
They wants jaws to ache
Whole souls to be raked
Yet my soul is being raped
By choices I didn’t make
How many addicts do you need!
For your sympathies
I’ve no blood left to bleed
Or place for my feet
With that left for me
I barely can be
So please comprehend
I cannot pretend
That I truly stand
With all and hold hands
As
Grief stans for yours
My release could be raw
Yet I know for sure
You’ll be exhausted to Stan
All mine

 

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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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He-motions (this is life)

It takes some beating
Playing this game, being sorry for cheating
Bleating, sorry, I love you sorry I love even though I never cheated
My hearts still beating, bleeding, beating and eating
Memories of the unlived feeding, breeding,
Holographic realities and reasons,
Meanings drip feeding like old dogs leave me
Needy
Kneeling, praying, keeling, prostrate with face straight
Can’t open the flood gates,
They dump and jump to a first date
Wait
Adrenalines hit and run race gathers pace
I feel dumb, dazed, is this a phase or am I just
Phased
Have you lost your flavour Ade?
Loved like Musiq but I got played
Turn up the volume put words on parade
Actions on fade,
Her love pulses like filament in my brain
Wanting out under a shade
Another man’s on the ram raid
And I’m damned in the fight game
I want you to fight Ade
Made up mind she took my knife away
Didn’t take my life away
I just want to hide today
Island hideaway
No man is an island hey
Lost in my thoughts, life is a ride OK
I get it
Cold nights, coughing crying, sweating
Dismembering memories yet remembering instead of forgetting
Fretting, abetting meandering feelings she’s already at the stage of forgetting
Deleting me so she can get him
Or let him get in
Lies unfold, narratives yet to be told
Yet myself I scold
Thought I was bold
But as every hour gets old, her pasture new takes a choke hold
I can’t breathe,
Thought I was a man made at the end of the weak
I took hate through hushed speak
Folk spat vocal daggers and arrows
It took the Mick with swagger of Jagger
Poisoned arrows broke the fertile leaving it fallow
Give me the gallows that’s the last place I’d get any depth
Strength I didn’t have any left
Yet faith generated my breath gave me defiant strength by ordinance
I couldn’t capitulate for an audience
3 strikes rule has caught me up
I see it as progression for blessing on the Re- up
Can’t birth a smile but my eyes be up
Looking to the sky while ready to die
Living truth keeps me alive
And while I wander in the garden of why
I wont complain
This is life and if that sugar dissolved from my cup today
I’d pray
Meditate and wait
Negatives would corroborate
Feelings would regurgitate
But if Stressing leads to Blessing
Its my duty to participate

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