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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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Departure Lounge

Dear

oh it doesn’t matter

Mad as a hatter because I allowed your small plate to sit next to my platter

Grace my table with irreverent chatter while I feed your mind I find myself starved of decent conversation

We twist and turn like ice creams covering ourselves in that sweet sauce of lust

A desire for a good thing causes us to trust in the idea of trust without studying the mental photo of us

We dust off our baggage and brace ourselves for a rollercoaster

We’d rather be a Warhol poster than a negative in the darkroom

Sweeping the truth with the hardbroom of ignorance to the facts

We connect better disconnected so lets not beat ourselves into this and hope friendship covers tracks

We both want new roots to replace those hacked

Been rolled up like a door mat and smoked like a cheap spliff

It’s not enough to be seen as a drug yet our abusers aren’t good enough to sniff

I find I snort the game, yet you and I are each others supply of novocaine

We need to take control again, get out the window seat and declare I’ll be fly

Develop a new operating system a new U, I

We gotta precede to proceed

Sometimes you’ve gotta be grieved to be relieved

It’s like the release of held pee after you’ve heard that flush

The grass is only greener when you’ve grown it and treated it

Only then can it be lush, plush and give you that rush

Make you feel like its slowed down to your time

Our time

That’s if after all these checks in the airport of the mind your baggage is labelled alongside mine

See I just need time to check in with my mirror before I let anyone be an extension of my reflection

I crave attention, love affection, love to be loved but times I need detention

Learn the lesson of my retention before your name is the first humane I mention cos

Even though your nearer than I think

I don’t want to miss you if I blink, dismiss you if I get a hint that something simply ain’t right

Matter of fact we’re shaking hands until I know you’ll be around to watch this ink dry

Regardless

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nice guys exist

Dear Ladies
I understand why some of you don’t like men
Do your head in, make you want to smash their lights in, fight them
Stressing they love affection for they want love and cuddles at night then
asking is your below tight rendering their presence as just hype men
Ten a penny cooks who stir up emotions, claiming a devotion to love and potions
to get inside your skin like a good lotion
You want a real man, a king but all you’ve had is a loafer
a lock and loader, shoots a lot of balls but he’s got no crossover
Appeal
You gotta play his heart strings to know if he can feel
Hear his tune
To be on one accord you can’t be a stuck record.
challenge his feelings and yours
Take a moment, a little lived pause from the raging wars
Inside
If you really want a nice guy. straight up no hype guy
its your loss if you find him and take him for a ride
He’ll take time with you and take pride in your well being
But he’s not your fill up station for self esteem
Seen
His minimal sleaze and modesty may see you think you’re in a dream
Make you question his motives or sexuality but before your reject reflect
Maybe that’s his way of you showing respect,
I know its hard to detect
I know you work hard to protect, yourself and your nerves
Don’t be stuck in the loop of all men are liars cheats and perves
You can have the best physique but that’d be hors d’oeurves
I like a woman who understands her self worth
See a good woman is a whole meal not a snack
Waste men be near top of the pack
So you raise your chip stack till you know how to exit
The good guy will cash your chips and protect you when you spend it
Because he knows your worth he was never in the game
He was always there, you just didn’t know his name
Till now.

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Hells Locker

I share stories with me

Of how it all started

Toying with anatomy

How I grew to like that…

Feeling

Like I got something my inner man…

Needed

Who would believe?

The quiet one

Seemingly trouble free

Me!

Could desecrate the temple

Wilfully without realising

Nothing real but

Encouraged physical fantasising

Action

Visual stimulus

Eventual reactions

Without a relationship

Another ride on the insatiable

Gratification ship

Yet I’m not a captain of this

A paid up passenger for

More than a decade

I wish I’d never known of her

As age surrounds me

I reminisce

Glory without ever being

Respected

Narrowed crowd of one

Or two

She wont deflect it

Neglect it

On off hots for her

Sunday morning hangover

I find myself in hells locker room

Compounding the previous night

The whole week

When I didn’t really know but I knew

What I should do

Sitting here in hells locker room

The right thing to do is leave

The coach always wants a piece of me

Says I’m his star

But what he doesn’t know

I was already signed to another team

Voices discreet approach me

Like a house of mirrors

Question my commitment

I know I’ve been moonlighting

Form of late inconsistent

Was my letter ever read?

Pretender! schemer!

The mirrors speak

They need to be broken before they bare reflection

This love affair really needs to be ended

Before the room is really locked

Its time to be suspended

Dropped from the team

That has me being

Something I should never have allowed to be conceived

And while I pray hoping for reprieve

The next interaction will be

When there really is a we

Abraham and Sara

And I can share with her

All I feel directly

Instead of having an affair

Feeling disrespected

By a loveless entity

For when I leave the locker

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Letter To My Next

I’m hoping my writing will be delivered with perfect timing
My Body clock says it’s a late storm
But I’m hoping you’re… ready to light me
Strike me
Like lightning
Little hater inside me knows I’m ready to fight me
Step outside me, brush aside me
Take residence and step against the not like me inside me
Let you set me on fire till I’m flashing brightly
Red Yellows Blues and Greens
Open my eyes to your ocean colour scene
So that I can read between the waves and motion
Wade in the water of devotion out from the sure
Find you and float in the real and the pure
I already know you’re demure, conscious and prized
I don’t have to throw lines for you to be caught by surprise
In the rule book of life we may have played on opposite sides of the law
Straight fly we know our flaws, know where the floor is
Love knows where the door is but only shows us the key
How you and I haven’t yet met when we’re meant to be?
All I wonder is how can we decide the main verse if we don’t even know the key
Life writes the interlude then the pre
Builds us through our history and creates our future
Establishes the true you
Defines a true me
Our lines have to cross and bind till you and I become a true we
I’m blind to you but I don’t stroll in the dark
We’re just two mammals making our way to the ark
I can’t say that we will be a walk in the park
Or a stroll on the promenade
Times may get hard but I know you are rich in value
We’ve got to value OUR values or there will be hitches
I want to bless and gain blessings through your riches
No name calling. No bastards, no bitches
Lets communicate and scratch itches
Hoping you and I don’t flee
Being hitched is what its made to be
I don’t say cracked because your love mendeth me
I am softer than concrete you are my rose
The rhythm pattern in my flows
You are more precious than ivory,
I’m tall but you heighten me
You are the nightlight and the sunrise
The words of the songbird my heart is talking through
Blood sweat and tears I’ll pour for you
See laborious minds make for victorious times
The moment we step on love
We just stepped on our time
Our landmines
Lets explode together
Touch the sky as we hold the clouds
Have our eyes look up not down
Dry eyes in the midst of a frown
Already a queen already crowned
Yet I want you to have my jewel, my seal
Hold you like shore is held by the sea
Surround you like an orange is its peel
You will be the only temptress to which I yield
True love only exposes
I bring more than a ring of roses
A heart that you can’t dispose of
The strength to strengthen you all over
To be with you I’ll be luckier than the Irish in a field of clover
Intoxicated yet sober
From Timbuktu to the white cliffs of Dover everyone will know the worst kept secret
Richly in love we are meant to be that
Athletic millionaire I may not be that
Subject of my art you can’t just be that
A mere portrait to expose this poets trait you can’t just be that
You are the doctrine
I believe that
A heavenly blessing I know I’ll see that
The real love in me you unleash that
Coffee and sugar we can be that
Cos we need each other can’t you see that?
Unstoppable force meets the immovable object
To me I hope you don’t object as we court
Play ball and enjoy the heat
Love never needs to beat, compare or compete
As long as we have love, friends and family
Faith, harmony in the sanctity of matrimony
No games geared towards getting paid via alimony
Baby and then a divorce
I’m in this for life even if times we stray off course
See life is life but on judgment day when I give that account for all
I want God and all of heaven to know
I was proud on earth to have been
Yours faithfully

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