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The End

I’m in love with….I could never finish the sentence
My regrets roused rancorous desires for regression
I was colour blind as the red flags flapped,
I felt so fly, the fact that I didn’t, feels impressive.
My ego was bedded by this boo as the crowd roared us on.
Economical with the truth about either of us being The One
We phoned in that blue light to the brain as though we were seeing
the sun.
The great depression was 3 rings away from speaking up.
Green was never my shade, yet blue was our colour.
We called a spade a spade while digging crates and graves for each other
To tolerate through desperation seemed a better vow than to love each other.
Desecrating the legacies of Father, Father and Mother.
Who we fancied remained a secret that not even mirrors could fathom.
If we get on, let’s see where it goes was the best chestnut, adage
We thought we had our onions in order so we ignored the sage.
This was a fools buffet, eat now and pay later
Needed more time to date but….
We were less diligent than a fan of James Yancey
Pilot of Aaliyah’s plane on an incredible flight of fancy
If you do best at a certain altitude, why lower the standards?
If our mutual anchor had matched us, the candle position was shifting.
If walking through hell was our job, we seemed fire resistant.
We did what was expected and found some return on the investment.
Blurring the burning yearning for affection with friendship.
The words house and mate were, for the most part, unconnected.
 The moment we took the breath away, I became we, with love in a sentence.
Now if this is a confession to someone who cannot give penance.
What are we to do with the fragments of our reflections?
We end.
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Clockwatching

clock-watching

They say time is a healer but…

Time has no hands, no feet, and no voice to speak.

With no needs to meet,

You and I create time

Time doesn’t have feelings

It doesn’t have love or hate to deal with

It can’t discern the fantasist from the realist.

It can’t read your reactions

Nor does it have a face to face the consequences

You and I create time

You and I decide between dark and light

You and I decide when we’re ready to walk into the deep

We weep until the drought is fierce

We survive on the fruits of our faith in the reflections we find

You and I create time

Will time test and tell or do you and I indulge in the canonisation of self-preservation

Creating tall tales with foundations for generations

Do we tell many times so that time can tell.

If time talked, we could have a conversation

If time healed, maybe I’d have regular vaccinations because shoulda, woulda, coulda, never turns time’s tables.

Now if time can be bought, how do you loot it, can it be taken?

They say there’s time for everything, but all I see is man’s arrangement.

Like learning English as a foreign language, the context is a maze in

the fact that we are but choices of creation

If eternity is really time, a paradise that we’re awaiting

What materials are you building with if life is simply time that we’re creating?

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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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Rain of the Damned (Collab w/ Destiny Equality)

You make me nervous with emotions
that have my head spinning
love is quickening like an overdue foetus within my womb
labour pains from insanity clinging to dear life now
you call me an emotional leach a puppy begging for scraps
something synonymous with the clap
scabs come from fine g owning up to my faults
i don’t bargain with the devil even if i am evil according to her
these hurt feelings go deeper and i can’t be found
for me i am too far gone 2b proud even if the volume is loud
~
You sliced open my vein with your vanity
The cult of insanity panic filled piety
Anemic desires ride the wave of my red cells
No white flag for this war of contrition
Iambic bells ring in my grey matter colouring my meter
Sheltering my necrosis,
My cries peter out for the hand that beats me as it feeds me
I’m a fiend for the fight and bite
Can’t always be a designer light
I yearn for a refining sight, an injection of a lighter plight
A flight of fantasy with out plans to dismantle me
So many spit bars, simply to manhandle me
Am I star or just a rock passed around by the bulls
Precipitating lakers I burn from the glare of green and red eyes

~
I am impaled with hurt feelings angels with tainted wings
tainted stains of embezzlement there is no turning back
there is no justice always orders of chaos eons go onward
that seem appealing unimportant non withstanding
mentalities that are as strong as lizards tongues
small changes and frail refrains what have i become
since vanity is my defaulting reality players become revolting
after all snitches get there throats slashed
and nice guys finish last
some can exacerbate on this
here fate which is tainted with hate
make sure when you come
come correct i expect these feelings to endure
its a war of words a heart unheard
kicking rocks at dirt with measured worth
spurts of rainbows become halos with flames exploding
eroding the essence of expression second guessing
what we wrap around the truth

~
Yet your lies stand up ass straight in a bed of knives
Cut in the dead of nights cursing the day break
Me off at the roots cos all I have is black thoughts
Rolling like credits through my movements end game
They mutter like hidden scenes, their refrain is in their pen game
Breaking the rules of pengagement its time I married the sonic boom
Got some guile in this moment to break the legions of doom
It’s like I’m wrestling a butterfly with a lizard tongue that only wants to kiss me
I long to bloom without the act of diss me till I miss me

~
there is a tidal wave of purging
asinine regurging almost verbatim
go on an hate on me while i hate on you
i know a jewel you will never have the currency for
the wickedness thinking you know it all
all you do is fall quicker then humpty dumptys walls
think i would get caught up call my bluff
7 years of bad luck don’t combine
with 7 years of no dick
you wish you had that opposite purity
so relationships become cumbersome
just to get an injection of his erection
bitch butch touch the flame is it hot enough
could you distance yourself
some just flipflop through ageless time warps
no recourse in these forms
its always these bad feelings that keep me waning

~
The way your framing this you’re fraying
Random aiming, Donkey braying,
Too much time on your knees but ain’t no muslim praying
Monkey see monkey do so call it Tarzan Janing
This melodies unchaining, remedy’s enslaving
Diana car crash live, my memories en-graving
Yeah I know I come for some
Heart heavy call it cumbersome
Dark mood ejaculation fcuk me I’m a come for sun
Bend it over till it moons make it toss my ballad
Watch green eyes roll and call it tossing salad
You floss, your haggard, drop your scabbard
Life’s a game and a dance I will not be daggered
Murked by your machina muerte
Call it the sound of a mud hound as I sniff out earthly
Pretenders to my place and among the celestial
No longer the bestial
For too long have these kickstands masqueraded as pedestals

~

too much cruelty in this bitchass reality
it sits sourly upon my stomach
too much heartache that can plummet
call it a summit a novelty were used too
love seems cowardly when everyone is nervous
heartless cougars brutally shed tears at playboy years
time is up amongst pyramids and kings
bloodstains on white sheets virgin beats
while HIV runs itself ramped in the streets
its chaos with poetic crayons
get strung along the way love
while players play with guns and shoot
never finding there way to the roots
thinking its cute to hold hostages
its preposterous at this point
but who cares to hear from
dark clouds that fall down
since we all do
hurt feelings…

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Rays Ft MizzFab

I saw light flicker through the blinds
no longer blind , i knew the world was mine
no ours, no hours
to waste
they waste time on hating
two negatives
dont make a positive
No more palindromes of paradox or perogative
My vision is nitrous oxide, I’m ready to drive
Blow out the flame of past pain
wipe out the not again
mistakes have been my oxygen then I changed the tanker
Vitriol came in a vial but it wasn’t a banker
No more effing with the canker
I’m a jolly W*nker
Ready to tango with success while my haters turn into fanta
Now where reaching for the clouds,time to turn their nonsense down
Break through death’s smog emission
Till I am free again
Till I can breath again
My heart is beating again
Sunshine scribing
Maybe we can put hope in the atmosphere
its time to heal mother earth
love is a phantom ghost
jealousy has somehow hindered conectivity
social networking now the breakdown of humanity
an excuse for people to act more stupidly
Folks act like they’re the praying mantis yet they get smoked liked buddha
Name called in the J Hall, black tune white sound
Shudder…
When the I am I can reads shoulda woulda coulda
I amp up the heat dissolve all the sugar
It’s game time on this trainline they call me formula durex they way I burn rubber
Burn down pages ,then restart this
journey
it’s time for rebirth
spring melodies
it’s a time for peace
time to release
hate
its been enslaved in hearts
for too long
we’ve been slipping
for to long
now it’s time we move on
Dub, like the proverbial
sacrifice to deserve it all
love so sick its terminal
Peace to the fervent war
outer cry the inner roar
we hang in the balance like trapeziums were platforms
waiting for a new day
time to break away from the norm
reaching for the stars
connect em like dots
we all have our spot
in the great circle
time to move forward
instead of falling back
we don’t change our ways we plait forms
scratch our air till the viny’ls worn
The concept of me ain’t a stuck record its just a waste of space in a hater base
Where I live ain’t a free base
a mistake an’t a choke
yet we hang onto the past like we playin the bar dumb broke
Pigeon pie instead of humble chips
You call them honest if they mumbles less
fumble less
its a dog eat dog world but folk love to jungle dress
Y’all ain’t ish on a shoe until you kiss ass then you’re polish
How can we can a culture of peace when we’re less cultured than the amish
yet it isn’t the time to be hopeless
we survivors ,birthed for success
programmed for violence
the time is now
to stop all this
heal all of this
get real
no one wants any of this
clock is ticking
time is running up
no substance
no heart
the time is ours
to stand up and speak
to unite
there’s to much hate
there’s to much war
it’s time we
started living
i mean that’s
what we are
alive for
we meld dreams into words
we live for tommorow
not settling on today…..

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Not Fussed

After 12 months of insinuation
Periodic dating and grown man making
This connection I’m intimating
We should be integrating
Yet she put me on hold said she’s re-evaluating
Seems she went into her shell when I asked her to exclusively date me
We could have had a baby or been on Chelsea lately
I don’t rate me but I don’t want to be a talk show
All we’ve been is a talk show
And all our talks show is we’ll never be ready for each other
I’ve sunk dates like battleships but with her why’d I even bother
I could play big brother but it would be incest cos we’re more than friends
We’ll ne’er bump ends because we love playing dodgem and the challenge is a treat
Got me wondering why she claimed to be getting dusty on the shelf when her insecurity rendered her interest incomplete

You could have taken a leap but your no leopard though you’re coated in spots
Am I hot or not’s your million dollar question
You’re good enough not to be lesbian but you’re a thespian wrestling with too many choices of script
Tight ass and tight lipped but you’re comfort zone is fright light
I want to live in more than your dreams like Freddie Kruger on a Fright Night
Be the entertainment like Friday night fight night, kiss you till your brain tells my eyes night night through yours
Damn I’m tired of being the nice guy du jour
I’m not begging you to be mine, I’ll let my light shine hot and raw and
I’ll eclipse your vicarious visions of affinity with my femininity matured masculinity
And all though my pride is not easily disturbed, maybe my desperation was my the creation of my interest and not you being best as why I’ve never kicked you to the curb.
And while I’ve rarely cared what you’ve thought of me, maybe we’re not in to each other as we ought to be

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Last Words

Like the refrain of a keeper who got taken for a night stand

The last words of a fool brought the birth of a wise man

Shoulda would coulda became I am I can

I stand,

Up like a hyped fan, hardcore on the terraces

I man

Up on the premises, with knowledge of my nemesis

I ran, up in the heresies of Sadducees and philistines

Casting stone chips from the Exodus tablets to which they’ve been blind

Like medicine for ignorance water for chocolate

Too many yell F the world but I just sleep on top of it

Don’t care if my type will fit I’ve too many keys to be bored

Journalists use their qwerty to hurt me and liberals wont see my sword

Jabbing with rapier thrusts, raping and lusts, every phones a private eye

Which private I will eye trust

Political worlds are warring as our capital goes bust

It’s an economical vasectomy yet we’re all getting cuts

My country was on the cusp before she became a hoe for affection

See we’re already marked by the beast there’ll be no peace till the injection

I’m sniffing jailhouse rock to give my spirit an erection

Ignorance was bliss till I was damascussed by perfection

Now I kill myself to see the light like life was a rigged election

I see immaculate conceptions, conceptual connections masked by safe complexions

The end game is on reference Jay-Z and Obama deceptions

I’ll reach for a holy condom and call it supernatural protection

Only poets read poetry, communists destroyed the capital affection

Now Lupe Fiasco’s Dumb it down is our guitar’s plectrum

So Like the refrain of a keeper who got taken for a night stand

The last words of a fool brought the birth of a wise man

And Shoulda would coulda became I can for I am

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