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I’m Waiting

Some days …
I get sick of waiting
Staring at my calendar
Though I’ve given up dating
Like 30 days hath September
Waiting for the one
Is there really no end to?

Praying and leaving it
Believing that
God works in mysterious ways
This mere heathen asks
Can’t one of them be simple
Holding tight my little faith
Feels like I’m ever squeezing a pimple
That’s never ready to burst
Waiting feels so blessed and cursed

Saving myself for the best
I’ve seen the worst
Trying to kill old bad habits
Some need to be re-hearsed
running out of tales to re-verse
Memories to be burned
Time is money
I’m scraping a deep purse
Saving is burning a hole in my wallet
This is arson I’ve got it
I’m just an insurance scam
The nice guy burnt down
For women to claiim their right man
I am
Left selfishly freely
I feel greedy
For the fact I’m not needy
I got me so I don’t need me

Planting new connections
Call me seedy
I write so you can read me
The riot act to be me
The water of reflection
I splash so you can sea me

On the sidelines
For my who will be my by line
The lashes for my I line
To blink could be a sky fire
We’ll collide but why’do I I
Touch up on the nest egg
To forget that you even exist
cos maybe
When I commit to
Waiting
We’ll live

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Wildflowers in Surburbia

Tasting savoury rainbows, savouring rained blows
Pain glows luminous, I’m Vesuvius in plain clothes
Stained holes gape at flames thrown, me the game owes
Yet claims no, it doesn’t have any debt,
I said my slain soul’s ready for the payload, next
Need a new bulb in my halo for the circuit to connect
Scars remain as victory calligraphy detailing how I conquered death
While I was wired to resurrect and inflect, you watch my in-flight movie
From the shadows you move me, polar magnetic pen game, time is paper I and ain’t loose leaf
My roots be, pepper cos my life’s got a kick in it
Yet it’s either ice cream or a black eye either way its got a lick in it
Confusion claws at my eye balls, finally puts a nick in it
Trying to change my name, staring out of window pains,
Tagged burned like the A-Trains, screwed by the help now that’s aids gain
I stagger round with dis-ease, spittin venom,
While you act all invisible yet I can see you in your denim

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I see you too , staring at me
From a distance
As if your calling to destiny
Like those moments where meant to be
Are you heaven sent , or just a payment
For death’s rent
How come you keep staring at me
This is uncomfortable
Like you can read my soul
My pages bare
Will you write on me
Stain my sheets with your verses
I am a wildflower ,can you tame me
I am dying to go on this journey and won’t stop
Till beautiful confrontation
Puts us in arms length of eternity

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How do you live so comfortably in the mute of consternation
Like a black bra under a white dress my 3rd eye erects pyramids of pulsation
Like erect nipples in tight lycra my head rears like an viper enraged I
Tingle at the sense of your voyeuristic pupils studying my business
Like you’re, staring through my middle cortex trying to catch the eye of metaphors
Yet I already caught yours and traded it for time and position and I’m
Wondering how you manage to pay me attention when our inevitable connection is lost in tuition
Steady Walking in the shadow of perdition, if snaring me’s your great mission
My flow is water, my minds the bait now come fishing!
My game contains no sub missions
Jig saw where I fit in so come and dance your steps, see if they fit with mine
How many dark days have to come before you’re my sunshine?
Is it 20 or 30 or 369, if I’m dying learning to live
Then call me Columbine

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Put flowers on my grave
Call it an out of body experience
i try to stay in the shadows
but everywhere i go
he follows
like magnet energy
our souls stick together
this is danger
i can feel my heart
bursting out of it’s chest
my feet on autopilot
pistol fully loaded
ready aim fire
gunshots in the air
wanting to capture beauty
in still form
i am a deer trapped in the headlights
i am your star center stage
the fly trapped in your spider snare
i don’t think i can wake this is not a dream
you catch up to me
your voice trickling on my neck
the danger excites me
warms me
your energy pulsing through me
it’s as if your in my head
you can’t get out
i won’t get out
i need you
i send out
radar messages
the fireworks
sound
and day breaks
and your all i can think of
i am all you can think of
lost
we lurk in shadows
preying on eachother’s souls
this won’t end well
yet there is no turning back
revolving door
we are trapped
you say nice to meet you
i say i have been waiting for u all my life
and like this never happens
scene vanishes
we vanish……

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Static Selector

She said I was like water like Sister Lauryn

This ecstasy was from a foreign land as she lent her hand to hold mine

Yet she had me in two minds

Communicating between the lines of US and we

But it was the OR steering me to invite a conclusion

Clear confusion cos I had spent the year being the hunter

Gassed up at feeling shunted

Gassed up at feeling like she made me the hunted

Like she could be oxygen for my hydrogen

Wondering if the truth was the truth or was Dwele right again

Yeah Dwele was right again call me the Christmas mistletoe

Mulled wine, puppies and knitwear,

My heart pretended it didn’t care until my poetic prophet penned its inevitable sonnet

So I killed her with my honesty till she confessed in our dying breath

I thought you were what I wanted

 

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Shooting You Down

They say I’m under the radar like the half of the artists that I listen to
Ever writing poetry about love pain and bliss with who
Be flavour of the month inclined or declined
That card carrying bible basher whose hearts been re-spined
I…got my back bone, I’ve given out a back bone
Times I frustrated and intimated how I’ve been so alone
Never been a snow cone, colder than a frosty freeze
Hot up by attention only for them to chat breeze
See I got lie detector on not for I to get laid
Putting chicks to sleep for those egg heads I can’t raid
Unequal yolks, feigned heat the whole charade
Kiss kiss bang bang naivety made of total a notch of ade
Getting hyper snappy you can call me gator ade
For so long I’d been its been nice see ya later ade
Crossed paths like a funky braid, fell out with my hair dresser
Now my mind wants the narrow paths more than some heffa named Vanessa
Finally with hands clasped, eyes closed on my knees
I’m saying believe this please, all the you and me’s that I could of been were never deemed to be adequate
My hearts now a moving target so the sniper best be accurate
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Inspired by this track

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Those Eyes

I could… disappear into your eyes

Wondrous whirlpools, gates to your inner dimensions

Guarded by silk curtain lashes that soak up all those splashes of soul

I cannot disguise the desires behind my shalom

The sun sets and rises when you blink causing me to think that every day until I die

I want to behold those eyes

Bluer than the purest drops of the ocean yet the depth cannot compare

Clearer than the air I inhale your glare and your passion

Your lips plush like velvet set against satin skin causes eruptions within

If I could fight fire with fire a higher deeper love between us would win

Your soul belongs to heaven and it would not be a sin to bask within

For even though they are visible we’re more fly than spirits dovetail in more than principle

Your place in my heart is intimately municipal

Your sound is a serum that renders only the admissible vibes

Truth is five letters of which four formally decide if we abide

I will dissolve my mind and reappear behind

Those eyes

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Waste man’s world

I need a new concept and I know that its ridiculous

Excuse me lady can I take your particulars

You know I’m God’s gift a smoother St Nicholas

Say I’ll take you to the moon or nowhere in particular

Can I get in to your knickers love ah damn my shame

Your hole’s my goal so now you know my aim

If I put my hands on your frame I’ll get in to your brain

Tell you to to picture us and how we’ll be loves reign

Fill you with becoming though I’m no more than a cum stain

I’m a good man’s nemesis you’l be the mess that he gains

See I need a new concept and I know that its ridiculous

If I achieve my goal I promise I’ll stick to us

Screw and move my honesty wasn’t meant to be pernicious

It’s a dog eat dog world but your meat will be delicious

Cos I’m a fool

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not that poem

I’m not going to write you a poem not that you are undeserving

I’m not going to write you a poem because you and I’ve been erring

I’m not going to write you a poem because of the connection we were in

I’m not going to write you a poem

I’m not going to write you a poem just because we’ve been through so much that this, will be the way to stay in touch through A Poem

I’m not going to write you a poem so you can call it your own even though we’ve elected to be alone or have new folks take up that throne

I’m not going to write you a poem

I’m not going to let my emotional energy be readily shredded after the rage is embedded

as the dissection you’ve read it and want to kick my head to the sky

You already know who am I and are taking time to know who are you

Actualisation may never come through but realisations hoof kicks you in the behind saying behold the sun!

Are you a dollar or a dime?

Ever getting burnt or polished to shine

Yet this heart is mine and that is why I wont write you a poem

See we watered the garden but weeds called it home

The saga was overblown the jar of us was overgrown

But I learnt who I was hoping you did too and so I will not write you a poem

I will not write you a poem,

I will not write you a verse that denigrates your good in the night

I will not let this ink take flight until my humanity reviews the fight and takes up a good commentary position

I will not leave any moment to inquisition even after the news has hit social television, been on the big screen and beamed into our friends and family’s lives

Good memories are the DVD’s that will populate my collection

Negatives I forgive and forget them, learn to let them teach me why I will not write you a poem

I will not write you a poem, I will not exit this lesson until I’m passed it and grown

I’m a fire fly and my flame will style on you but never be out blown

See out of respect for the premise that remorse is better than regret

Friends exist to serve and protect so I expect them in my zone

So knowing that where my heart is I call home

I will neglect to not write you that poem

As I just I did

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