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My Adidas

 

Sometimes your stride pattern is just as important as your shoes. The worn soul of mine meant all I had was my stride. All I had were stops and starts, long presses and short taps, perhaps they were Morse code to the universe, calling out for a new pair.

From the miles I have walked, the only thing I would wish upon anyone is the beauty of acquaintances providing rest from the intense heat.

Having made many strides, in recent times I found a formidable adversary that challenged me to dance down treacle-filled streets with concrete blocks strapped to my feet.

Even with two shoes as two sides to a story, my truth in all of this was that I had to Get Out. Clearings that energised me to walk a certain way were blocked or simply no longer existed.

I’d been here about 14 years ago yet I’d forgotten what the storm felt like. I forgot the scar caused by the lightning, I forgot the days of darkness and how I would have to keep my eyes open, fighting with the same fingertips I was holding onto my sanity with.

Every now and then my eyes would mistake a candle for the sun, yeah… I’d been here before. How many more strides could I get through?

Ask a friend, ask an adversary?

She sipped tea like Miss Piggy proved Kermit was cheating.

Stirred it now and then to keep me in a hopeless place.

My records laid before her showed my performance was ace

12-and-a-half years a slave, I took my calls and beatings.

When Liberty shook her bell I ran away, to freedom

The universe stopped re-healing my shoes and sent me several new pairs. The equilibrium has changed, I drive instead of walk, I have new scenery to take in and understand.

Even though lightning left a deeper scar from the second strike, I know that the path I am on is one that is made for me.

New shoes, my strides, in the words of Nas….”Whose world is this?”

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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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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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Wildflowers in Surburbia

Tasting savoury rainbows, savouring rained blows
Pain glows luminous, I’m Vesuvius in plain clothes
Stained holes gape at flames thrown, me the game owes
Yet claims no, it doesn’t have any debt,
I said my slain soul’s ready for the payload, next
Need a new bulb in my halo for the circuit to connect
Scars remain as victory calligraphy detailing how I conquered death
While I was wired to resurrect and inflect, you watch my in-flight movie
From the shadows you move me, polar magnetic pen game, time is paper I and ain’t loose leaf
My roots be, pepper cos my life’s got a kick in it
Yet it’s either ice cream or a black eye either way its got a lick in it
Confusion claws at my eye balls, finally puts a nick in it
Trying to change my name, staring out of window pains,
Tagged burned like the A-Trains, screwed by the help now that’s aids gain
I stagger round with dis-ease, spittin venom,
While you act all invisible yet I can see you in your denim

~~~~

I see you too , staring at me
From a distance
As if your calling to destiny
Like those moments where meant to be
Are you heaven sent , or just a payment
For death’s rent
How come you keep staring at me
This is uncomfortable
Like you can read my soul
My pages bare
Will you write on me
Stain my sheets with your verses
I am a wildflower ,can you tame me
I am dying to go on this journey and won’t stop
Till beautiful confrontation
Puts us in arms length of eternity

~~~~~~~~

How do you live so comfortably in the mute of consternation
Like a black bra under a white dress my 3rd eye erects pyramids of pulsation
Like erect nipples in tight lycra my head rears like an viper enraged I
Tingle at the sense of your voyeuristic pupils studying my business
Like you’re, staring through my middle cortex trying to catch the eye of metaphors
Yet I already caught yours and traded it for time and position and I’m
Wondering how you manage to pay me attention when our inevitable connection is lost in tuition
Steady Walking in the shadow of perdition, if snaring me’s your great mission
My flow is water, my minds the bait now come fishing!
My game contains no sub missions
Jig saw where I fit in so come and dance your steps, see if they fit with mine
How many dark days have to come before you’re my sunshine?
Is it 20 or 30 or 369, if I’m dying learning to live
Then call me Columbine

~~~~~~

Put flowers on my grave
Call it an out of body experience
i try to stay in the shadows
but everywhere i go
he follows
like magnet energy
our souls stick together
this is danger
i can feel my heart
bursting out of it’s chest
my feet on autopilot
pistol fully loaded
ready aim fire
gunshots in the air
wanting to capture beauty
in still form
i am a deer trapped in the headlights
i am your star center stage
the fly trapped in your spider snare
i don’t think i can wake this is not a dream
you catch up to me
your voice trickling on my neck
the danger excites me
warms me
your energy pulsing through me
it’s as if your in my head
you can’t get out
i won’t get out
i need you
i send out
radar messages
the fireworks
sound
and day breaks
and your all i can think of
i am all you can think of
lost
we lurk in shadows
preying on eachother’s souls
this won’t end well
yet there is no turning back
revolving door
we are trapped
you say nice to meet you
i say i have been waiting for u all my life
and like this never happens
scene vanishes
we vanish……

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E.P.

Listen as you Read along

I’m just …

Trying to find my narrative

My parity

Many moments of clarity

Are given like money to charity

Falling on deaf ears to get lost in time

We all have to speak our minds

But do we ever act on its design

I’m

Writing epic verses

Building roads with purposes

Muddied and dusty virtues

Litter my journey

Its

Beyond the gates of my nature

My nomenclature

Out of the comfort zone I deserve to gain or lose status

I’ll be blessed to have haters

But if they don’t exist I can’t breathe

Roots, branches, or leaves

Dishonesty tortures and grieves

Eroding trust and belief

Rather live in a barren dessert than in a mansion with forty thieves

See

Honesty and deceit breed inquisition

They say life is a game so play your position

Hate is a cancer, get some remission

Repentance

I can break souls with a sentence

Lips do what the pen does

When shallow minds seek to bend us

Promised the hallow stupendous

End us

If you don’t get the picture increase your dimensions

Stroll down memory lane

Use experience as your frame

Nail aims like the last bullet of a sniper

Philosophies people hype up

Psyche up

Read and get your psyche up cos the game got tighter

Live your own epic verse

We were all born writers

Of legacy

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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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Diary

7 December 2009

He cut a disconsolate figure, proud black felt like a silhouette,

He’d once stood like a minaret, dressed minds like vinaigrette, yet he got tossed like salad and got smoked like a cigarette

Everybody called him Nicorette, his hope came and stayed in patches

He never lost his fire to inspire, in spite of job matches that didn’t see him as a catch

His

Mind never dropped the ball

Head was a whirlpool of hard falls, and big walls

Glass ceilings and doors, familial wars and sores from the pores opened up through feelings of being poor.

December 8, 2009

Felt like every time he tried to work the magic his electricity attracted energies that made him static not ecstatic

He wanted to be ex static using his laboured fruits to gain current, stay current, never need to be a feign lover, always a main lover, man you had love for

Big Brother, future husband, the brightened son that eclipsed the moon and made her beautiful

Inside he stayed truthful like the ocean knowing she will never be a dry mass

He took another class to be class, never cut class as while steadily defining his shape

He was blooming late photosynthesis took place at sunset,

The power of his flower was not enough he needed a run & gun threat

Less heart more head, of logic he was the balanced vet in the game

Politics was a sweet science like boxing yet he fought at range

His jabs hit veins but rarely drew blood,

He was an artist that couldn’t always harness his true love

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