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Midnight in a Perfect World

6am

She rolls over to kiss his forehead
Gentle pecks and sleight of hand to his promised land
His head is awake before his eyes
She is a canvas for her demand of his canonical glaze
In tune with his organ
The thump, thump bass of his heart is in sync
Yet he washes her with a leather embrace
Tipping her chin to perfect their symmetry
Probing each of her breaths with a waltzing touch to her thighs
A kiss like hot towel on a plane prises his eyes
And that….was the first time they’d met

9am

It had been baking moments ago yet he had not smelt the rain
Flashing eyes to this terrain felt like indecent exposure
Engines like rattle snakes slithered from town to town all around
Life forms from which he was like the edge of paper torn rolled
Snowballs and boulders migrated to where they saw fit
As he wiped the smog from his brain all he felt nothing
There he was lain foetal, undesirable as Kafka’s beetle
Spittle hanging from his lips like the annoying family member that outstayed their welcome
He seldom if ever had felt this pain
It suddenly shot like a rocket, mind moved yet body had no chance
See for the sake of unrequited romance
He’d been forced to square dance
She’d claim self defence of her black belt in I don’t want you
Sirens flashing, cash splashed about him, carnations scattered
Blood spattered, new suit in tatters
Was she alright was the only question that mattered
Yet she had gone and so were his plans
She’d done more than she’d needed to,
Delivering her message by force
He was still bleeding too, his heart was not the only source of pain
I’ll never have my 50th date in New York again.
What had been months of affection suddenly turned sour
Only for her exposed infidelity to gain repercussions in an hour

Midday

Pow Pow
Who’s that O the G
A couple of teenagers held up Maccy D’s
Yet THEY ALL didn’t notice
Heads turned like B sides of classic records
While THEY held hands and couldn’t let go
Every word had a unique echo
Surrounded by nothing but a hazy breeze
Fingers locked like keys with combinations
Strolling through the streets like Neon Unicorns
Kissing like a couple newly formed
They were yet he was in school uniform and she
Was in uniform
The world was a hive of privacy invasion teams
Eagle eyed emblazoned schemes of security
Each demanding a level of surety that their needs would be served
That criminals would not get a seat at the table of good nature
That the would be de-served and just given rough justice
Sent to join the club of life just is….
Fair to those who pay for it
Skunk smokers get their high and ball player s and singers get paid a bit
Yet Gotham never batted an eye to this game
They always met somewhere nobody knew her name
For she was the head

3pm

We’d met before
Same office same time
TFT screens flickering like day glow cats eyes
I am jacks need for attention
The sky raises its middle finger ordering me to spin on the sun
Where are you reads the IM
I knew her from the 1st Floor
She was excel spreadsheets and more
I’d not got to spread sheets but I’d opened up her pores
She wanted more of the same
Reports of salt stains on copier had lead to bacon sandwich claims
That was my insurance, this shift was endurance
I could score pants and moans
I was Jacks need for masculine validation
If I could handle hear groans with my raise I could get a raise
Earn more and afford what my wife owns
Ecstasy for a year while whispering in her ear…get me a promotion
While I give this chick the pro motion to unseen zones
Rarely working late this is my office break
Ms Excel makes me tick boxes
We go rough like foxes at it lie rabbits
She’s smoking and I can’t break the habit
Are you coming, flashes the IM again
2 minutes I reply, I will be cause I want to
I am the hunted becoming jacks need to be a hunter gathering

6pm

Mirrors, candles, bangles
Lumps, bumps and love handles check
Sky flicks her hair, summer not yet star spangled
Heck glitter falls lighting her path to her date
This was her time, he would step to her plate
This was fate
She would be lost in the moment of rapture
She would be captured in paradise lost
He would consume the cost
She would be the boss to end the dross
Defrost
She would overwhelm him like a debutant from Valhalla
Kiss him like Daryl Hannah then shun him as the steel magnolia
He would grow to love her and only her
Truth in the purest sense of the lies
He was hers not every girls prize and her eyes
She was magnetised and he would be hypnotised
Her hips, lips and mind would do the work
He’d be begging to on the front line of duty
The damned funk soldier awakened by her beauty
He’d be the one telling his friends shoot me, I’ll feel no pain

9pm

Bliss and tell to exfoliate was the aim of the game
Or so she thought laying on the bed sobbing into chow mein
Watching sex and the city with a bottle of wine
He’d rather date an expectant mum than see this fat girl crying
Could she relive that moment again when those few words stunned her
In 43 minutes and 37 seconds she’d be a blade runner for the last time
She raised a chopstick to a cosmopolitan as with soy sauce on her wall she scribed
To a swollen world
Bruised by the iniquity of confidence without consequence
This is my goodbye, my legacy and stain
Erase me with scalding bleach and remove my gain from your world
Thank you for the lessons of reflection
Now I must smash the mirror of my imperfection
Let me dissolve into fine pieces cos I’m used to be being trampled
My ample is cumbersome and too much handle so let me drown
No longer to wear the tears of a clown
I am no more

12am

Nonplussed they added vigour to the enzyme and chromosome mixture
Subtracting loyalty from royalty bestowed by significants
Whooping tongues filled the air
They were con cussed in the tenement
I don’t care was the sentiment
The pounding of their drums in the forest of lost in me
Was as a penny dropped on a slow roll
Beat up on bruise control having mastered the dong song
Left her putting the O on bong
For he gave her the down load sending her into an audio galaxy and took a napster
He deemed screams rapture as the actress in her unfurled
She became a woman at 11.59 post 69 as her body re-coiled into a curl and whispered
Is this what they call midnight in a perfect world?
Daddy

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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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W D W (what do women)

What do women want can somebody explain

Page after page in magazines on how men caused you pain

What self worth is there to gain by apportioning blame

When some of you are so vain you put the 80 / 20 rule to shame.

Flirt and get hurt they say it’s all in the game

But you attract men to flames instead of realistic aims

Burning with so much passion what you want changes like fashion

Want what we want and as a man I’m trained to catch on

Supposed to notice changes in your makeup, hair and clothing

Supposed to be blamed for a breakup, take shots and gloating

I’m supposed to be showboating as we both twist truths, but don’t let my reality mask the darker hidden side of you

You say the pain of your past only a good man can soothe

Then you dump him after you’ve improved because he’s too nice for you

You’re colder than flu but I think you need a brain scan

I say tell me you want, can somebody explain man?

Do you want a smooth talking pretty boy or a rugby playing cave man?

I love women, when you give its plenty

But some of you will never be the 80 of the 80/ 20

You want to play Kojo and Wendy or Karma Sutra for Henry

But the way you act it’ll be Karma descending,

Instead of loving, growing ascending there’s not need for pretending

That the eyes through which you see isn’t really how it be.

And like Erykah says…you don’t wanna fall in love with me

For when he lays out his wants and needs and a future you say you can see

Genuinely making the strides so that two of you can be

If he sticks to your plan for a man A you’ve more peace than Gandhi

But then your radar turns on again if he hits you with a plan B?

Though he proposes and adjusts according to his belief

Playing along with half a heart only makes you a thief

Taking love without paying for it will only cause some grief

You’ll pay in other ways even if he never sees it

One game too many and playette you’ll catch a fever

For we tire of baby, baby, like they we’re tormented by Justin Bieber

Yet the end will be a relief because all attention seekers,

Deserve to be taught a lesson that straight up reforms.

It makes a mockery you act up because you know that you can get it

Sound words do your head in because your too cool for life school

Fool

I don’t advocate violence but I hope life swats you with a back hand!

Life aint all white and black man, jungle fever, chick flicks and ballad tracks man

We’re sick of taking flack man, cut us some slack man

I’m living by a code of not being that man

But I might have to break hearts just so that I’m not bland

I be damned you give the real 80% women a bad name

Messing up a good man’s brain all because of your inflated ego or past pain

But if doing the same thing over and over defines insane

I’ll end a dog at this rate hoping a true woman sees the good to gain

So please explain tell me what women want or maybe you shouldn’t

For a brazen show pony out her lane got nothing on a real woman

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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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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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Special Kind of Fool

Am I a nice guy or a special kind of fool?

You’re challenging’ my manhood but I won’t act a tool

Your blatant insecurity won’t hang me to you

If you can’t control your thoughts I’m damned if I do

Tricks and party pieces just to appease you

If I’m not your man do you have a reason to

Give me the silent treatment screaming murder till your blue

Because I clicked like on a photo of a girl that wasn’t you

On Facebook too!

I’ve got nothing to prove, though I’m starting to question

Why you’re so affected before we’ve met and connected attention with affection

Take your head out your rectum, the jealousy’s forcing my retraction

You crave possession of my action for your satisfaction

Shouldn’t fighting for your attraction I want to hold your hand and,

I want kisses cuddles and the candles but paranoia has the handles

Say you’re interested but all your effort goes into acting Bo jangles

You got it all mangled, head twisted at wrong angles

Take me as I am, standard, I can be better than your previous

Experience, it’s wearying, I’m serious, it is delirious

Mischievous I could call it, not exciting or enthralling

This is the ride of your life if you don’t stop I’m stalling

If you’re game I’m balling my poker face is galling

I’m all in I’m serious I toss my chips at you

I should be pissed with those pictures of you kissing random dudes

You hypocrite…on Facebook too

But I’m not you! Trixsta!

You must think your game is slick

I’m a special kind of fool but you’re a crazy chick

True!

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Hate The Game

I’m not clicking with their click because my feet got more rhythm
Clicking keeps the game ticking but they don’t clock your vision
Unless your poly ticking your progress is forbidden
Everyone’s a player but the rule is unwritten
Like a failed exam paper your hard work is marked hidden
Playing dim getting bright might get you in position
Hear and deaf see and blind is the house you got to live in
As you find bridge building’s the key to your city
Visibly their style is clean know what I mean
Rolling into work like new upholstery
Knifes in the grey matter they’ll stab you from between their teeth
Make you token monkey when extra juice they need
For the game is endurance yet we yell conspiracy
When we’ve played it to perfection with no medals received
Pot calls kettle black when nothing hits the boil
I try not to play but the machine is well oiled.

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