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Finding Fruit

I stopped by your poems

Hugged them line by line

Our heartbeats fell as silken petals

This long lost love made Courtney Pine

Silence eavesdropped on mystic kisses

Eager vibrations rekindled the affair

Your swirling prose meditative.

My unchained cadences cohesive

Perceptive curtains arrange our winds though

Love isn’t lost if the heart’s still beating

Is this mine or our evocative secret?

A final kiss on our achievements?

The silence still eavesdrops

The longing lusts evermore.

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Sailing

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The ship has sailed, but the sea lingers

Her fingers still fondle my timbers

The spine kindles like tinder.

Blocks shading the so-called rub of the green, my heart beats turn to cinders

When I look into the future and remember I kiss my present with the question.

Why does the sea linger?

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19 Stone Smile (52/9)

19 stone smile was bad, like Mike in 87
Until I met the real miss jackson with her hips and twisted melon
Quiet dog and a fruit cake for whom love was a never.
18 years were two words and (an) escaped life sentence
The mirror separated the pedant from the peasant.
In the future an atheist would bring a Christian to repentance
Dating was a time of the month, lust seemed so feral
It was perpetual rebounding until I found my level
If you’re travelling without moving, how do you know haven’t settled?
The love of love was a drug and for pot I never kettled
Not a man united but experience made for a read devil
Making music without producing, I lied to heavy meddle
Hope my nemesis forgives me for being the herb to her petal
Not everyone’s cup of tea but she knew I deserved better.
Would have loved sons but clouds didn’t produce our weather
My love story’s a challenge
With every page I’m counting blessings
I thought my 19 stone smile was bad like Mike in 87
I was a child then and a child then
After 36 months of emptying my vessel to find my forever
I grew up and realised she was simply the start of the lesson

With the examination my ties were shredded
In 6 years of wrestling I’ve done turn buckle swallow dives
My heart learnt to swallow knives
To see if they would cut it I found myself to lose my mind
Sometimes you need a bare soul to grow into your shoe size
Now my 19 stone smile is someone’s 10 or 25
As my smile
Is now mine
For life

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Admission Fee

I’ve been that over zealous Casanova
My supernova’s sleeping on me
Now the flow’s diluted with copious suspicion
Can Jesus still save me if I abort this mission?
I screen time hoping my fears stop watching me
I need those collard greens to replenish my pasture
I’m pastoring my reasoning, preaching prosperity to my pondering
Drowning in the flood of next steps
I am the last breath of a frog prince
The kiss of death may be my only hope
If resurrection is for believers am I agnostic?
I’m weaving memorials with prophecy like a cross-stitch
Cull me or crown me, I’ll live or learn what loss is

I am a badger calling a spade a spade in a game of hearts
I’m on a bored walk hoping cupid can re-tip that dart
I am 180 degrees of honesty on reflection so I know in part
I impart jewels of liberation like engagement rings through inception
Is the kiss of death classed as a public sign of affection?
If so I’m collecting autographs hoping to sell them to the highest bidder
Storage wars rumble on and if I lose I’m a sinner, if I win I’m a saint
Without honour in defeat there’ll be a new past to date
So I watch and wait for that one six o’ eight

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Bed Head

I sleep under the stars every night
Dreaming about the time to shine for mine
Or if Etta James will ever be right
It’s like walking in treacle
Murky, sticky, supposed to be easy cost it’s sweet like
No direction cos it ain’t sea right

I battle bitter breeze
That batters me when I breathe
Beating my chest like tambourines
I collapse to my knees
Knowing trouble comes in trees
So I pray that every trial
Leads to planting new seeds
Wire my faith into the Jordan
Give it 7 V’s
Hoping to be perfected in resurrection
Melting golden calves to pave my streets

It’s so hard because I hearken to me
Despise my very voice
Feel like a martyr for me
Dying for the cause of unfulfilled prophecy
They said it’s all in the head so to the sky I scream
which of you is for me
Either I’m a bad judge or the anti Moses of opportunities
It’s lunacy because honesty offers a strait jacket
Feel so penned in that paper chasing is a habit
Duracell Bunny’s now unhappy Rabbit

I give my all for all but one
No musketeers
I muster tears
Got musket ears and a wounded soul
Shots ring all the time yet I stand by the phone
Liike being there is my home
That’s what my mantle is
To protect and serve
I bled prayers into bandages
Thought being a word smith had its advantages
Till I ran out of metaphoric and had to focus on the I AM
Yet discovering I’m just a man has been
Obscene like the C-word though the P one’s just the same
Some sing you’ll never walk alone though I’m a ghost in my lane
Tell me I’m a super man though I’m not even Dean Cain
My heart burns for CJ and I’m blind to Lois Lane
Can’t even lie in peace as honesty’s in the way
Said I’m alive under the stars but can’t tell if I’m awake

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September 27, 2012 · 12:18 am

Don’t know how

Windows smashed with bricks of cocaine

Broken glass, swept up again

I’m off the latch, my heart’s unchained

But I’ve got no change

I’ve banked on the pain

See I’m pondering despondent ponds

Wondering where I’ve gone

I don’t know who I am

They took my colour – hue of man

Perhaps I’m music – one man band

Imprisoned by woe man’s plan

But I don’t know how …to love you

Pieces of my splintered soul

Scattered round, every manhole

Craters, traps that had me snared

Stealing my fruits, left me impaired

So I sewed new seeds

Though my heart still bleeds

My reflection reads like gutter press

The mirror is my emptiness

You are the answer

My heart sings yes

The rose emerging, from my mess

But I don’t know how …to love you

I am nothing but evaporation waiting

For my chance to appear on your window

As droplets of fire like elements tamed

I am the truth that love is pain

Eviscerating the body of your past would leave you life less

There’s nothing I’d love more than to caress your battle scars and

Lick your wounds as though they were manna from heaven so

I can learn to love you as woe man to woman

But please show me how…to love you

It’s been barely plausible that I’ve been rarely audible

All depth and direction, carefree nautical

Erections from false affections seemed so cordial

But now I’m ready to give my all to you but understand

I don’t know how…so please show me now

I need to know how…to love you

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Sorry

I’m sorry that I can simplify your insecurity complex

Even though your convex hips and curves give me dreamy nerves

My endings, my cables be rendering you as my Anna of the Green Gables

I’ve got a light bulb and a spanner

Clothes shopping with you would give me more smiles than a town planner given their own island, but I’m sorry

That you wobble more than your wobbly bits even though I think you’re curvy luscious, voluptuous and tight

Even though I show you Love Jones and recite A Blues for Nina like I was your Brotha to the night

I make you wish I was white and I’m sorry

Sorry that I’m just not swag enough

Ghetto black enough,

Want to hit it but not smack you tough

Gym rat, thank you and bang you gruff

Proper English, multi-level conversation but not slang enough

Just not African, just not Yardie

More Laurel & Hardy than Gyptian and Marley

Vibing like Fugee La in our Shangri la with Hugh Masakela

Seem I’m only on your radar for my niceness,

I’m not Osiris, you’re not Isis, a great catch but not a virus

I wrote my values on papyrus, so after the file is ingested

Know that I’m sorry that you’re just not interested

You took out me out with the insurance claim that you were interested,

So I means tested and found you cared to give me a little time without your mind or true get to know you time invested

Body banging like African Drums but once the lust was digested

The connection stung and felt like a rat infested hornets nest its

Like you’re being pestered with the bug of too good to be true

Like a hair dresser to uncle Fester your head you need to rake through

Notions of sweetness, meanness, the real man bleep test

Oh you’re not a risk taker…I’m sorry

You’re a lover not a faker, I’m sorry you’re just being honest, I’m sorry

I’ve got a bee in my bonnet but a bigger engine to move on from it

So I’m Sorry

 

I write a love letter to the beat because I really, really be

Sorry

Sorry that I’m the just next just trying to break a hex

You’re so vex like T-Rex because of your ex so to you I’m Mr Poetic X

Buck wild instead of bucking the trend

Good company and sex hoping the cycle will end

Screw it Buck it I’m sorry

Thought you were a diamond mine, you’re a neglected quarry

Sorry, sorry I’m really sorry

I can be the lorry that hits you from the blindside

Takes you off the road have you singing when we collide

Biffy Clyro

Instead you’d rather play Spyro

Showing a little flame while you play your game and shake your Ting Tings

That’s not my middle name,

21 seconds and you’re out for fame another notch called a Victory

Smoke without fire this story really isn’t Hickory Dickory

Jackanory cock story,

Pop that booty, lock me off and ride to glory while I cry poor me

See I’m richer for the experience, exposing your interest as desperate or delirious

I’m not really weary it’s just that my truth is always serious

I’m passionately clear because I romance in deed, I really want to need but because of want I bleed

So I’m sorry

 

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