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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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How to Approach a Year (52/1)

The tidal rain of mirrors falls without hailing
A crowd surfing eulogy is read at rip tide speed
12 gun salute followed by six minutes and five seconds of silence
Our love is now driftwood on fleeting memories

These are my waves goodbye

Food mountains carved from grey matter.
Street parties powered by lamp posts
I climbed the ladder because I ate the most
From chattering classes I learned a bit.
Our weary aire was rare.

I combed the heirs of her sojourn
Cleaned my clock to know the time
Threw stones at glass houses so my seeds can breathe the sun
I have just begun, because
Eye opened

Eating from tableaus is unhealthy
More than an earthen vessel filled with spirits
I am the bar
To resurrect or drown need chips on the table
I check my hand and look to the dealer
I call….

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You didn’t know

Have you ever been picked at
Like Prince, Hendrix and Santana fighting for the best solo at the same time on the same guitar
Have you ever been kicked around the park because you couldn’t see in the dark
Pinched every time you flinched because one finger held a fork wrong
Been stabbed by a forked tongue,
Bruised like fallen apples though you’d barely been a seed
Have you ever started to bleed so much your heart screamed in silence
Caressed by looks of violence
Wisdom deemed disrespectful to age
Pulped in a bloody rage because manhood was not a life stage and
Now they choose to perform….on you
Travails dismissed like the truth in a court of kangaroos and Joeys
but
Nobody wants to know how you doin
Cold shoulders 360 below zero only warm to being a hero if like a fish
You are battered
Warmed to proving that the only demands that matter aren’t yours
When all you remember is the pause while you got played
Have you ever faced war on your best earth for not being the right gradient
For achieving Palladium not platinum and for them its embarrassing
Have you ever
Ever been made to work now and play later because it will pay later
Only to end up in debt to time
Spending all your life on the grind and rarely flowering
Showered in towering cynicisms because even when its not a sin it, just isn’t
Good enough
Find yourself good at stuff but you ain’t rough and tumble enough
Too humble, too nice, you help folk walk
Youo stumble through sacrifice to sacrifice and all they do is
Ink a black mark over a bad start
Nobody holds a ladder or a door you look to the river for help
All you see are black stars
Have you ever,
Been picked at like a vulture and an eagle fighting for antelope
Only to find with your best qualities folk elope into the distance
Like all your time and persistence and divine given visions were stolen
And all those principles they told you never to break were broken
by those who broke you and built you to know them
Have you ever
Had to provide a tour through a city of many gates and turns
Where road burns and cuts gave way to the if’s and buts yet still
You found a way to feel until the moment they got real and left
Have you never
Wanted attention despite being nurtured ot be pensive
That when you cry danger folk call you defensive or overly sensitive before they
choke you
I don’t know if they told you that I have
I don’t know if you know how if feels to be the last one earth in an overcrowded citadel
I don’t know if you will ever know like I do but now
You know me well

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Unwanted

Sometimes….I feel 

Like a rudderless child
Sometimes….I feel
Like a rudder less child
Sometimes….I feel
Like a fatherless child
A lone stranger
An embryo

Liquid flames cased in power puff names
Pains engaged to a hair trigger guage
Distorted inceptions and schools of disdain
Encumber my soul with melodic chill blains
I’m lost in ill gains, strapped to real frames
My electric lion flow has been tamed
Trying not to settle, my earth has been maimed
Dying to be a tribute act though I lit my own fame
Scarred with in sense, I stink out the game
My knowledge they deem is too out there for in-game
My mettle’s twisted so I touch my in sane
My pane is transparent and I’m the heir apparent
I’m all gassed up as his history I parrot
I’d snap the neck of every clock for every time I wanna garrot
A strap line that entwines my heart to this brand cos

Sometimes….I feel
Like a rudderless child
Sometimes….I feel
Like a rudder less child
Sometimes….I feel
Like a fatherless child
A lone stranger
An embryo

A rodent on the wheel of fortune, running
Sporting a back pack of rations gunning
chasing the mirror till it falls off bloodied
To applause and jeers of is that all he studied
chased the pack catching all the nuts n ruts
he swivelled the inflection yet the echo stayed put
he, broke his back to heal men when hell was afoot
yet sparing no change he felt only rifle butts
Bayonets to the gut, enoch’s rivers were his blood
speech, so flowing were his veins
You were nothing but hanging mucus when needed
nothing but a bane so

Sometimes….I feel
Like a rudderless child
Sometimes….I feel
Like a rudder less child
Sometimes….I feel
Like a fatherless child
A lone stranger
An embryo

Ineffectual vibrations preach wisdom to holed walls
Disrespect migrates, generational roll calls
Keep picking up the phone hoping my garden grows balls
Bog hands noting the viscosity of snow fall
Naked can I handle when the stalactites fall
I’ve got a mouth of stalagmites but no choir on which to call
They’ve got no room for my range I’m just a car left to stall
My bairns bereft of heart set to crawl
Supposed grab life that ain’t even a trip for me to fall
So I scribe symbols in the dirt, scriptures for you all
cos

Sometimes….I feel
Like a rudderless child
Sometimes….I feel
Like a rudder less child

Sometimes….I feel
Like a fatherless child
A lone stranger

A vogue stranger
A known angel
Unwanted

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Screw You and Your Status

I’ve got so many friends and only 2 say hi to me
I’ve got so many friends and nobody clicks like on me
I’ve got so many friends and they don’t pop up on IM to me
I’ve got so many friends I might not sigh quietly
I’ve got s many friends that this is a site to see
I’ve got many friends and they must be blind to me
I’ve got so many friends and their quiet as my library
I’ve got so many friends they don’t even lock I’s with me
I’ve got so many friends, so, so many friends…am I lying to me?

They’ve got subscribers, some are drinkers some are writers
I’ve got lurkers and hiders, Chinese whispers and biters
They’ve got fervent comments playing blinds
I’ve got fermenting reminders, invites not replied to
I’ll stomp my feet and cry – who – will see my tears
Forget the sum this is status of all my fears
Before this I waited all my years, for my peers
Stalled my gears, now I unleash my drive
Like my status, keep me alive
Go on…click like…let this caged bird sing
It’s not like I try to talk to you or anything

I mean come on now….I’m the sexy one
I’m the one with intellect
You’re just a cheesy ponce why am I receiving negelect
Your’e Times New Roman, I’m the hip Calibri font
Friend Request Me, I’m the one you really want
I’ve got so many friends, so many friends
The news never ends, this blues never ends.
This heart never rends, I am twitter trends
Click like on you …..well that depends
Psyche

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To my friend

To that friend

That friend that calls themselves your friend or my friend

That friend who says they’re there for you to the end

Want to know all of your friends and has that hand to lend

That real talk believer, wont take your attitude but give you all of theirs yet they’re no diva

That friend who believes time and respect is the great healer

That friend who wants to quarterback your life and make you nothing more than an advice receiver

Yeah I’m talking about that friend

That friend who your bosom they’ll cleave to when they find they’re in the middle of a pickle and life replaces lemons with limes

That friend who claims to love your lines and finds a way to occupy your time and run up your phone bill because life, it just aint fine

Or that friend who loves to run their gums about their bonus dollars and dimes, their funny times and

stuff you really don’t mind but, step out of the norm like you left the divine for a penny sweet and a spit polish shoe shine

Those real talkers went AWOL when my relationship didn’t fit their design

I’ll be honest I don’t know about your friends but I know about mine

They disappeared offline.

Agreed to attend a celebration of my birthday then suddenly declined

Didn’t show with no apparent reasoning behind

Don’t want to tell me their business but want to know about mine

Asking about me but never approaching in a straight line,

I recall several times when there was a mutual connection as well as them and I online they but they couldn’t say hi

That same friend later telling me about don’t come to me crying saying I’ve got no friends and their soul is cleansed because they tried to be mine

Really?

When they used me as the safe guy before getting engaged to someone with the same name and I had to find out through the grapevine

Why

I’m talking about that friend

Those so-called friends, good folk who you know have potential to climb

The ones on your level to sharpen your mind, sharpen your iron

Who quickly got hot and left you steaming like cheapened iron

Yeah those friends

See this is to that friend that old school friend who went to the same school back in the old fool days

When you in your young old fool ways would crack jokes in youthful bliss

Say I didn’t do it miss then Valentines day say I fancy you Miss so and so

Oh how I reminisce about those days with my old school friend

One said he’d thought about me a lot in the 15 years since that time came to an end

Hearing his story how he’d been in and out of prison

Got two kids and he’s struggling to hold down jobs but he knows he has to hustle for nothing is a given

I say my struggles been different,

We chose to live through vicarious vision but let us resume our friendship my friend

This time let’s take it to the end,

Time would see that bridge lose its bend and become flat but then

My resumed friend decided to use a Facebook page, see even though thy could call my mobile they though it would be all the rage to

Publicly disintegrate my respect because they chose to demonstrate

Why it would be a bad idea to reintegrate them fully into my life as a true friend

Cursing out folk I knew claiming it was a joke and sending them and I abusive messages even though I told them to step off as I knew where it would end

They didn’t heed the warning so I told them to man up …Friend

And even though I thought they’re perfect for their love who I had a crush on in primary school I heard from her about how jailbird started acting the fool,

As she’s my friend I believe he ought to treat her right and all

Yet I still hope for progression rather than regression, finally learn their lesson

And though her heart will wretch and bend I hope she can be his true friend even if our connection must end

See to move on from your past sometimes you got to put it on blast and let it propel you into your future care-free

See my parents always told me to choose my friends carefully

I like to think that my friends will draw close to me if I walk prayerfully

So many children masquerade as adults and breathe so much air for me that I wonder if there’s a pin in the sky waiting to pop their balloon of fakery

I’m not saying I’m the perfect connect I’ve eaten humble pie but I don’t live near the bakery

I’m just saying that so-called no man is an island thing aint floating because this man could be an island My island is being built and its taking its time

Yet  I don’t want to live there in thought, deed or in rhyme

See I’m steadily learning from all your mistakes and all of mine

What it takes, to be, a true friend

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Just a thought – social networks

Imagine a world where we didn’t have Facebook or MySpace, where we didn’t have a box to tell our friends and random people from where ever in the world what we think. A place where we would be able to show people the great madness of our latest adventures, celebrations or revelries; A place where we could freely meet people from the safety of a TFT monitor and if we felt aggrieved we could block or delete that person from our virtual social consciousness.  Would we then spend more time developing the networks  of people we have seen face to face without the aid of a monitor and camera and share more with them? Would we all have events where we bring our photo albums and have slide shows of places we’ve been over the past few months? Would we text or call our friends with the random stuff that our minds produce?

Internet social networks…because we can’t be bothered to invite our friends round? Or making the world a truly Global Village?

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