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A. D. L. D

We arrive as a flash point, late on my time line. 

I’m tongue-tied by your outline. 

Like tour bus based buffets

The taste of your lane is scenic 

Could Morpheus love the Phoenix 

Are angels ever fiendish? 

Do butterflies ever get butterflies? 
Seven syllables make you and I 

Our cloudy memory lanes are filled with melodies of the 6

We are Barry and Iris on a Badu tip 

Is it common sense that I want you? 

Shhhh 
You are the voice of napalm singing Psalms 

Every note that leaves you is a lip bomb

Would I adore you be a call to arms? 
You know this is  more than a shuffle of the cards. 

Pepper and Tony Stark 

You’re queen of the odd shaped drum that gives my life a base 

I go Gaga for your poker face 

Is this bad romance? 
I know that 

The 18 steps of our slow dance lack symmetry 

Settling for smaller planets is withering 
You fall for what’s within 

So straight up, 

Your open skies are the needle for my turn table 

Every record you spin opens a book of revelation 
Though multiplexes mapped contact, this is free smoke. 

A road to the after glow found in the clouds 

Running touch lines since our first down 

Will two lasting embraces strike this match? 

Call this time’s greatest catch. 

Are we? 

A delayed story? 
 

 

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The Seed

I’m so happy its getting hard to get angry
This emotion isn’t under me, but you’ve got to understand me
The mind is a garden and with the pen I’m a little handy
Yet I’m in the purgatory of this penmanship, a fly guy on happy landing
This rose bed has some thorns that I’m sure one day will crown me
In this diary of a late bloomer I’m not a slave to my roots but I’m grounded
See though I want to be down with a crew that love haters and hate “fakers”
I’m feeling too logical to be creative.
I’d have to saw off my shotgun though it’s in need of maintenance
I might spit some fire, maybe a pond or a whole lake of it
Drop science, create soap, eat a whole cake of it
Yet deep down I’d be the faker just for the sake of it
Maybe this season I’ve a reason to a take a break to make a break.
View the pasture and start landscaping it.
Where art becomes business I need my logic to feel creative

You can be antique or antiquated, glib or venerated
Despite a thunderstom of grief, this rainbow is so insatiable
I’m karma collecting calmness with my carpal, ainimating intimations
I found my mind to be the limit, now I’m a moonraker
A klondike of idyllic nature, standing like the Durj Khalifa
I’ve anaesthetised anathema so now I’m a designer without a model
An atheist made a zealot for the throne she’s the queen of
They say I’m hooked on a feeling that I deeply believe in
My hearts been given to the best bidder without a need for stealing
I want to penetrate every layer of what makes her appealing
If the bait was being myself then I wasn’t very hard to reel in.
So transparent yet so strong I could call it glass sealing.
Arrest by unconditional love is what I call state policing
He’s the light and she’s prism on which my rainbow is feeding
Tower of babel we ain’t, yet I meditate until my soul makes a seizure
For what we ought to be is not revealed yet
We are tighter than ribbons of titanium, allied to the alloy of a name that cannot be bettered
Still I shake like prisoners on hunger strike when the appetite of my pen isn’t whetted
Am I greedy?
See, I’ve lived in rivers writing riotous rhymes like lions climbing gazelle mountains
Yet abundant abounding sirens beat my ear drums like hooks to the face from father time
That she is sweetly singing to my soul like crystals catching the winds of Pentecost
I was lost to my foundation with a heart full of stone.
We clicked and I was thrown
Yet it seems I’m right at the start of a poem with no end anticipated
I got blinded looking at the son now I believe in germination
Loving our love defying logic cos finding her was inspiration at best

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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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Beyond the Valentine

Before it starts… the excuse
Like losing the war in Afghanistan to the Taliban
Claiming job done and pulling the troops
Before it starts… the excuse
Like changing the locks based on the entertainment news
Or dying your hair claiming you’re giving life to new roots
Or claiming you’re broke so they could pay more dues
Or painting a mood so you could rage at their blues
Claim their hanging with their friends to much it’d be a shame to lose
Out
However it starts….the excuse
The white lies and dark truths that
Litter your cerebellum with a new stinging addendum
February the 14th is coming and it’s the day you’re going to end on
So you warm up your tendons
Check your fast twitch fibres
Hide the lock pick and put your podium up higher, for you
Are number one
They are not worthy
Someone like you they’ll sing but of Adele’s CD, they’re not worthy
Usher can let it burn me you think, for I am the game
Rip my lips off the rose and take my breath away
Club this seal to the grave and dance
This is your romance
A joust without a lance
A night without a fable just an excuse on the table that
February the 15th will be like new years day cause
This termite
Stalactite had you static right?
If they liked it then there’d be a ring on it
But for a kiss you already want to think on it
And 2 weeks can lead to 5 minutes and 1 digit
Can lead to 9 months and 18 years and then
Half of everything
But however it starts…the excuse
You’ve got to come clean and take a bow
Sometime
Beyond the valentine

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The Kiss

You kissed me with the tongue of a throttled serpent
Suffocated by crisis, decisive with your ice
Yes
You kissed me with symbolism of Judas Iscariot
Like a pigeon it was carrying embedded commands
Demands, demons plans, blue prints and found scrolls
Affection was now for whom the bell tolls
You
Kissed me with mechanics of alligator jaws,
I was connected to a death roll,
Should and could have been a pretzel cos
It’s the small things, blinked and we missed it
Momentary bliss yet for ever was like the Blarney stone myth
So yes you
Kissed me with a love that I could liken to a petrol siphon
Purse and tightened though your kitty was loose
Still you didn’t know how to eat my fruits even though you
Rolled your eyes to heaven for the hell of it
Apologised until you bent over for the next selection
I plead guilty for my next erection yet I remain unscrewed
Fused like a vampire high off red mountain dew
I wont submit to insurrection n’ remain subdued
I’m not that dude, so screw girl power
Three’s the magic number….of your personalities per hour
So don’t kiss me
No ifs, buts, or ebay listings
Don’t kiss me,
You might screw assholes but I’m a bayonet light
You can push me and twist me once
I might still shine a light
Just don’t kiss me

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KIM

F a love life I’m just tryna love life

I’d love to love a woman but the pen is my blood, wife

My pen knows I know just how to rub her

Doesn’t try to call it winter when it’s summer

When my pen gets broody we just make another baby

Doesn’t call me up to kcuf me then say pay me

Doesn’t pump out gay anthems then demand straight soul

You common as muck but ain’t got his universal mind control

Doesn’t let me chase her then claim to be afraid of commitment

Then advertise she needs a man in a social network listing

Doesn’t treat me like the other man when I’m vying to be the only

Claim she want’s me as her only but then want’s me to be her homie

Doesn’t say she ain’t lying but wasn’t going to tell me

That the man she wants is like me but doesn’t spell me

Doesn’t go out of her way to spend time and bewitch me

Knowing my presence will enrich her life more than Tom or Siegfried

This is ain’t white flag it’s a blitzkrieg

I’m a huddle for the scrimmage cos I don’t lip read

I can blitz read, call you out and adjust for the play

Inglourious bastard with special teams joined the fray

See hot butter is my code name

Unclog the clutter is my known aim

Big hands big heart because I catch but never throw game

Bent but never broken, open heart surgery because your soul lame

My pen’s too sick to hold blame, she’d rather burn with the truth

We remain ever young from the ink of our youth

She has bark she has bite, she has fights hard to be proof

She’s no souflle though she spits fire in the booth

And I need no insurance

Just endurance and utterance

She caught feelings like floetry and flaps her wings to my utterings

she’s got so many torches for my heart I call her audi, saturn, olympic cos don’t know where to put her rings

Got drive, gives me space, knows her position

Instead of being like olympic football, some unwanted competition

Like hurling abuse at four terrapins for not becoming turtles

This is my I could never be yours if it’s always me hurdling your hurdles

Only to hurdle your hurdles, turning the air blue instead of purple

My crowning is always verbal till dethroning comes full circle

How you’ve got the hots for me when in my heat you’ve turned orange

Exposed your fake tan, your soft centred like a lozenge

We’re untied by your odd ends roped by insurrection

I put cupid’s arrow in my compass while some use his marrow for errection

G Funk Selection call this midnight in a perfect world

I only got room for one love and my pen is my girl

So yeah I said it F a love life I’m just tryna love life

I’d love to love a woman but the pen is my blood, wife

Listen to KIM now!!

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