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Haiku: The Knot

the knot

Soul mates and timings
Desperation or comfort
Hell is for a fool

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Substitute Lover

Valentines

Words are just words, exclusive vocab isn’t a given
Like life it’s pro created and nurtured until you can earn your own living
Make your own decisions, percolate derisions
Yet the moment they leave Christmas, they feed you new visions
A new flight path to love, for me it’s a course in collision
I recoil before the rhythm given puts a spring in my step
If it’s the thought that counts I’m a cheater in debt
Queens will put me in check
No man’s a Casanova with a King Solomon rep
It’s my heart, my mind, love equality no dominion
So to say the same words that have been said to a billion different women
I wouldn’t be surprised if she wasn’t really feeling them
If love is a lightbulb and electricity fills the filament
The voltage will be different for every individual
The switch may have been physical, or the completion of a circuit
If you’re creating a new heir with them, I’m hoping you feel they’re worth it
The next 364 I’m hoping that you persist
Tell them I love you in a way without the purse strings
See when Easter comes around with eggs and resurrection
I hope they’re a deeper level in your dreams
The 14th was no inception, deception
A touch of building maintainenance, not a temporary erection
Making music is nice but if you sing with no inflection
You can’t expect to decorate the inner sanctum if you disrespect the architecture
Your connection with your world ain’t based on your record collection
The groove you get when your need’s in tune with the belief you’re the best bet
Certainly not a gamble, it shouldn’t be chapter, let alone preamble
Drake said find your love, I say write your own song
Don’t make valentines a substitute for when the thrill of just chilling is gone

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I hope she cheats on you!

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I hope she cheats on you
I hope she locks eyes with him like a sniper rifle in a night sandstorm
Exchanging heat seeking glances that makes her skin dance the nut cracker
As her sugar walls melt into liquid caramel at the scent of a hawk circling
And her hips start gurgling the flow of his fitted polo neck that drapes his 2 litre turbo engine
Swaying like the hands of time on his watch and you ain’t even clocked him
I hope she works the room at her convenience store of lust
Serving tantalising tremors with each touch and his eyes light up the earth
As she crosses Jordan to Canaan as you the Abel want to turn to Cain now cos
Your sugar’s ready to be felt cos she feels her strawberry fields deserrve better
I hope she makes out he’s a friend but the sweat drips slowly as she wraps her arms around his neck
Inviting him to the party you’re supposed to attend and bends over so he can comprehend Boadicea’s bountiful bosom
I hope their lips perform the duet their minds wrote across the room and encore on repeat
Scratching your record of being a smooth criminal like Grandmaster Flash was on the decks
Every peck on her neck causes her eyes to inflect ecstasy that you took for granted
I hope you’re there standing with a high definition view wondering if this moment is defining you
The sore us, is the meaning of pride raw uncut before you
I hope your heart feels like a serrated edge is passing along every nerve as you
Stand there thinking she’s your life, your girl, she’s your wife, your girl
You’re the lord of the rings and he’s just Smiegel,
You’re the one supposedly fighting evil, I hope you see her leaving
Hand in hand with the king before she crowns him and you’re drowning in rapid rivers of despair
I hope you arrive home just to hear what you didn’t want to
I hope you listen to every giggle, every last word he tells her
How she’s beautiful, best he’s ever had, never wants to leave her
Wants more of the night they just had
I hope you’re there in the morning to hear it all again
Raucous till they collapses happy like (the record company) Rawkus feeling fortunate to the rafters
See the glisten pouring from her forehead and ripples of laughter
Hangs on every word like a pendant on an indie chick
I hope he makes you sick and want to commit acts you’d never think to commit
As she cooks him breakfast like it was the first day of a beautiful life sentence
Replaces your plans with his in a second because his word is a bond with license to protect hers
Trims the bets your hedging that you’ll be the one to lecture her
See the man she’ll be dating will be that light with a vengeance
See the man she’s making hay with, is your reflection
I said I hope she cheats on you
To bring you to repentance

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Love Letters From The Hood Volume 2

Listen to Poetic7: Love Letters from the Hood vol 2. here

You are the last thought
The sweetest bitter taste on my lips
You permeate the saltiness of our….situation
I’m patient
Nursing my ego just to feed yours
You are what I’m all for
But when you’re on, all four
As two tapes spliced into one jam
We go H.A.M
Myrrh and tongues
Wrap our every right
To be or not to be
Exclusivity
Agreement with individual clauses
Think you got me in your claws?
Treating me like Claus
Girl you need prayer
Heck I aint Santa and you are no saint
But yeah….you love me

In spite of a caught case
The road less travelled post haste
I love that you lay waste to my
Waste man tendencies like you’re
Weaning me off my narcotic dependency
Replacing me with us

Let’s not make a fuss babe
I only put my hands on you cos you say you’re a bad girl
Step to my photo shop and I touch you up for real
Broadcast my zeal
Let the world know how I feel because you say your bad ass
A boss chick
I put you in the ring to see if you’re worth the ring
Ding!
We click like a terrorist with a pace maker
Every time we make love
We meet our maker to Nina Simone and Tracy Baker
See I’m a soldier of love
Always thinking about the frontline.
You’re the fit for my glove
Worth every punch line
You’re made up to make up when we break up
Cos yeah I love you

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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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