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Lament of a Psalmist

lament

You can feel intimate with a militant. 

They seem so real, yet when you touch them, you feel silicone. 

But God said! So their thus said is legitimate. 

Ignorant innocents are impudent kites

Hold on or be hung by string theory

Holy rollers become weed smokers.

Unnoticed, Moses became the Joker

Deleting pixels for their picture a bat symbol, not magnum opus

Hopeful loyalists practice upper lip stiffness as wisdom

Won’t take a knee or comb the heir to the family business.

Live in a dragons den whispering their knowledge of the litmus.

This divine monopoly’s a comedy of vapours and groupthink.

Where the audience is clowned for pointing out it stinks.

Rub sticks and create fire or feel the sword like molar of holy rollers

Code masters unmask the mode of most high and create players to sacrifice.

Who am I?

A born sinner, a dinner, a lost soul to a soul winner that won’t vary the bait.

Space invaders, snipers, rangers marshal the momentum of the naysayer.

Demon days filled with gorillas, gargoyles and goblins are a Lord’s Prayer.

Whose frames do you wear? Do you die or dare? Be a black life, matter?

I see red tape masters speak tongues in monotones like heaven’s got their name on the deed.

With all of these gang signs and storms seen I’m falling through my flaws.

My moorings are unsure and I’m dying to breathe, searching for answers.

If the real God we can’t see, is it because of us or gospel gangsters?

 

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Dusted

leaving home

I was a Lego brick on heaven’s tables with ambitions of being Babel

It would be gravy if I trained well.

I wore the King James label like Air Jordans as an enabler to tap the mike

Cutting shapes for the sake of grand designs lit the eyes.

This mind was primed to freehand more than stencil.

The palette was filled with many colours yet I could only use one

Chew the word and bite your tongue, a babbling baby is free speech.

Slap you with psalms 1 -1 take the p when they reach

They besmirch and beseech the only souls that matter are those of their feet.

Watch how you breathe for Bruce Banner can’t stand spanners in the manor.

What’s love for the poets if you put slammers in the slammer.

Play hangman with every hang up, kill a so-called joker if they stand up

Raise your voice or raise the standard, one day I put my hands up

See I’d chewed on the green grass of home like it was magnanimous manna

How can you be two-faced if you don’t know you’ve got a mask on?

Why fight when I was rapt in the moment that my modem connected.

I didn’t know the download had been infected.

Exceptions and rules wisdom and fools the best fell afoul of while many played chicken.

To challenge was to play hopscotch in a minefield.

Jet fuel from a pulpit could melt your steel if you didn’t have the minerals

They built you so they can kill you.

They built you so they can kill, you.

I’d heed them and repent for I’m a heathen, seedling of evil if I believed them.

I counted years as days, days as hours, hours as minutes and in 15 I’d lost 30

In his eyes were fire and from his mouth swords but this revelation was not written by John.

The shoes I walked in were gone. Was heaven under new management?

Thought I was strapped in! Madness!

Stunned, I snapped into a coma, knowing I could explode at any moment.

Burnt by the cold and homeless, I should have known this was coming.

As the truth created fractions, my history was flagged to be deleted.

I learned that secrets were common knowledge and life hacking wasn’t to make things easier

So I vowed I wouldn’t give them flowers when they’ve kicked the bucket just to keep up appearances.

I’m no longer dumbfounded by the conceited for the mask has fallen.

They put karma’s face on the coin so I dare them to call it.

 

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D’flat

Politricks and blind mice, another roll of the dice, the game’s heavy but my spot, light.

Cold winters, the deception of perpetual match fixing.

The depression of a war from the trenches sustained.

Whose game is it anyway?
I know crooked paths because I see straight.

If apathy is your pillow, you could die in your sleep.
Sometimes you’ve got to swim in the creek.

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Haiku: Miss Direction

Clouds navigating

Sound of speed grating

I am neutral, in traffic

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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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Click Me

 

And wink and hi

And wink and hi

Let me find a date tonight

And wink and hi

And wink and hi

Click yes, Click yes I like your picture

I think you fit the bill so I’ll just click here

Sent you a message hoping you’ll reply

But while I’m waiting for a response I’ll wink and hi

2 hours have gone and it’s becoming evening

Checked my sent messages hoping that you’d seen it

I’ve got my email ready for receiving

I tailored your message just so you could see me

Really! From the subject to body intelligently touchy feely

Hope to jump the queue for you and I to be we

Acquire a taste for me like I was kiwi

But I guess there’s plenty of fish and we’re all at sea right

So ok cupid I’ve got no reason to cry I

Just wink and hi and wink hi

Wink and hi and wink and hi

Oh damn your cleavage is heaving and your so seductive

Baby I’m a producer lets get reproductive

School me in the art of you I want to be instructive

Those pictures aren’t exclusive why should I think my lucks in

I’ll only take you to bed if my loves tucked in

I don’t care for the places you want to be touched in

So pardon the interruption I just want a conversation

And know I’m not member of the canine nation

I’m prepared to be patient and my game is tight

Why start a conversation if you’re just being polite

Nice guys get ignored so it’s back to the drawing board tonight

I just wink and hi and wink and hi

Wink and hi and wink and hi

I like your profile I’d really like to meet you

Tell me where can I reach you

Here’s my real name for Facebook can I be in your news feed?

Be your change of status just to put it loosely

The random guy on your wall with the funky witty lines

Oh you didn’t have a paid subscription to read all that?

Sorry I’ve already clicked to the next picture

I wink and hi and wink and hi

Wink and hi and wink and hi

And oh hi didn’t I see you on some other site

Same picture slightly tweaked information

If you’ve not replied to my message guess there’s no chance of a date then

So wink and hi and wink and hi

 

Yo Cupid your arrows must be dull or you’re just slow in your role

I’m trying to make love happen were you not told

There’s a girl of my dreams I know she must be near so

I’ll keep clicking and winking cos I’ve lost the fear of rejection

But I keep attracting weird hoes and victims or picky seekers of attention

Nice guys have to wait longer, that’s something you forgot to mention

And the decent ones on paper seem to struggle with attention retention

Do I need to join the dog on heat convention to get a woman with more sass

I feel like the red button, people press for a break from and normal broadcast

Can’t ignore your past and I’ll have learned from mine

But while I’m not with you let me edit my profile design

Try to figure out how to get that girl online to only love mine

And wink and hi and wink and hi

And wink and oh I want to meet 250 people…thats a whole lot of chats over cheeseburgers

Word up! All this winking hasn’t furthered my cause

Maybe it’ll be 300 times lucky if not a different site or a school of seduction course?

Erm maybe I should..wink and erm may be I should learn a dance or get some muscle

Yet with definitions of manhood I care not to tussle

I can be your fuzzball, cutie and protector

If I upgrade my subscription to life maybe there’ll only be one affection collector

Someone with enough class that makes my grade feel high

And she’ll be the only one with that wink and hi

 

 

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To Myself & Anyone Else

It is easy to hide behind your thoughts when the actions you desire are apparently not under your control. Yet it is for you to enact plan B while plan A is still in the process of coming to fruition in order to give you the best possible chance of success.

knowing you have depth but believing the hype from the perception of your conceptual attribute is likely to endure you shallow

Not all seeds planted in key times of your life need to remain throughout your life. Some of them are now weeds that choke the real you – prevent you from flourishing fully. Whether that  be bad advice that has lead you away from what you believed you were destined for or for that matter experiences that opened you up yet your closed off to new things because your “chasing the dragon”  that is to say the initial highs you had.

If you have worked hard over a period and been rewarded for it drectly or indirectly take that as the harvest of your hard work – rest and then start planting again.  You cannot wait for a supplier to give you the seed that you should plant – someitmes you have to seek that which will capture you and bloom the best.

A friend asked me recently – if you are trying to get someone’s attention and it seems that being yourself is not enough – do you change or give up?  My answer is this – you have to know why you want the attention and how it will benefit you should you gain it. Who measures what is and what isn’t good enough? If being yourself on merit does not get you there and you are determined nonetheless to gain the attention of that person or group – then you need recognise what is  key  to you – what is uncompromisable in all scenarios about you – then build around that. Be prepared for the attention not to last long even if you get it.

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