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The Invitation (52/4)

The nest is being broken
Come along, come along!
The nest is being broken
Come along

The sun has awoken,
(For) Manhood chose to clothe him
Come along, come along!

What heart he had now stolen
To plant his seed he’s grown him
Come along

Scraped the barrel.
Found gunpowder
Blew his mind
When he found her
Come along, Come along!

See this late blooming chapter,
Tears of Joy and laughter
Pack the place to the rafters
Come along, Come along

Now if you guard the runway
They’ll be flying on the Sunday
Come along!

Share in vows unspoken
Hope they never will be broken
Come along!

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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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I’m Waiting

Some days …
I get sick of waiting
Staring at my calendar
Though I’ve given up dating
Like 30 days hath September
Waiting for the one
Is there really no end to?

Praying and leaving it
Believing that
God works in mysterious ways
This mere heathen asks
Can’t one of them be simple
Holding tight my little faith
Feels like I’m ever squeezing a pimple
That’s never ready to burst
Waiting feels so blessed and cursed

Saving myself for the best
I’ve seen the worst
Trying to kill old bad habits
Some need to be re-hearsed
running out of tales to re-verse
Memories to be burned
Time is money
I’m scraping a deep purse
Saving is burning a hole in my wallet
This is arson I’ve got it
I’m just an insurance scam
The nice guy burnt down
For women to claiim their right man
I am
Left selfishly freely
I feel greedy
For the fact I’m not needy
I got me so I don’t need me

Planting new connections
Call me seedy
I write so you can read me
The riot act to be me
The water of reflection
I splash so you can sea me

On the sidelines
For my who will be my by line
The lashes for my I line
To blink could be a sky fire
We’ll collide but why’do I I
Touch up on the nest egg
To forget that you even exist
cos maybe
When I commit to
Waiting
We’ll live

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Barfly

I …. don’t want to feel like my intelligence is a crime

Like…I’m so up there you come up to me for air

Escape

Only to deflate your heart because my sublime

Analogies are acquired tastes like kiwi or lime

For I’m …that tree with roots and if you climb inside my mind

I will bear fruits and consume your heart with my juices

I’m hoping we share more conversation than bodily fluids

Druids maybe old school like my principles

But if I make your body sing at all, it will be because our hearts were first in tune

Myself I prim and prune, like the constant gardener

A gladiator with your calmness and poise and ardour

See I want our battleground to be a fairground where weapons are toys

Where ploys are used to engage and not enrage but enrich our connection

Knowing yourself, rep your section show me self affection

Before my intervention,

Before I become the selected centre of your attention

See my intention is to know the time, work your clock

Locate the battery, then if we click, we rock

Polish each other like rough diamonds

You say you’re simple like Simon but I’m hoping that your complexity comes at me from all angles

Decorating your beauty like bracelets, bangles, baubles

I’ll be standing tall because I was prepared to let my thoughts go and fall for you

Where there is naught for I or you to prove we can be one were two

Divided but Undivided conquered by requited forces overriding our logic yet uniting our better natures

Nurturing our pens as we write without erasers, chapters over pages of life until we find each other in the heart of an anthology

We are made to make mistakes but with life moving too fast to take breaks we leave ourselves in the hands of fates narration of our unrevised biography

As yet if my geared mind intimidates and forces your apology for your inability to meet me ideologically halfway, then either you’re punching above your weight or I’m punching below mine

See I am inclined to fall in line for the dovetail, feel loves gale but I am not designed for wastes of time

Not a booty call or a life line only for you to hang up with your hang ups putting me out to dry because you cleaned me out with your dirt

If you aspire to profit from my self worth then I decline to be a short–term mirror of your worst flaws

So pause

Before you sharpen your claws you better ask yourself if losing yourself in the roars of this lion will lead you to Zion or expose you as fraudulently desirous

When loves been a losing game and the stakes are high risk

Remember you don’t get the luck of the Irish just because someone commands your iris

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Every Man

While you hold me to his debt I’m not every man you ever met
Yes my appetite you whet as you’re a classier name than prêt a manger
But your not meat on the bread of a moment of lustful throbbing
As I’m not every man you ever met I want to take the opportunity without threat
To know your nature and spirit and earn respect creating a sense of your loyalty and longing

Because I’m not every man you ever met
If first dates are a performance make yours a tight set
My hook will sink to your minds depths and make your mind sweat just to see if we can be anchored before I start the learn the lines that make you writhe all wet
I want to know if this could be a long term holding rather than just room to let

If I’m not every man you’ve met should that concept of us be tainted to the point of regret?
See between my boys and I we’ve been heart broken, done the heart breaking
But you’re not the devil and yes its pain staking that I’m claiming not to be every man you’ve ever met but it is a gamble and I can’t afford lose this bet because I am not….every man you’ve met

See now if you were every woman I’ve met I’d be your full time ego massager, self-confidence builder, find your self parlour, good man experience, game simulator, half-heart magnet, status elevator and so you want to say its because all men have commitment issues
If you’re every woman I’ve met I might need security just to miss you when you’re not around
I prefer to think every woman is profoundly different so I take every one I meet as a lesson in the art of perfecting my manhood

A man should know himself and have a stronger desire to make him better than to make you wetter.
Bad times I’m not dead to , but if I’m every man you’ve met you should know how to handle me, untangle me, get the upper hand on me, be a better man than me
Know how blessed I be, exactly what my best will be and how to get he best of me
I’m already praising God for how blessed we’ll be, it’ll be perfect…

Or… when we have peace will you create war because you’re bored
As I’m every man you’ve ever met, would you want to know more?
Why should I be the one you adore, can’t you find someone you’ve never met so I can be free of his, his and his debt or am I your reason number 2004 to be lesbian

You aren’t every girl I’ve ever met, but I’ll meet  someone else I’ve never met so that I can be male but as far out of your range I’ll ever get because I’m not your target practice

My glass is half empty and I want someone to match this mentality I practice while your confidence gets you a King size bed with a queen size mattress
Or a doormat instead of me because I’ll never be every man you met and as your next will never be as good as I get
You can have this poem as my reason why

See you could be my bird but you aren’t so fly and besides…
I’m grounded

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This Type Love

This type love

I want a love but not any kind of love

I want a how was your day here’s a hug type love

Not I’m getting paid to say hey you type love

Not a I’m here till I find a way to play you type love

I want a quick kiss and hug type love

A fight till we say I love you and goodnight type love

Fancy you like primary school days type love

Not a bed fellow on relay type love

Not an L U V as long as I buy you an S U V type love

I don’t want a go home after a nut type love

I want a crack a bottle and laughs at full throttle type love

Dutty wine for being on my grind type love

Pour your mind and enrich my soul type love

Even when we’re alone God is in control type love

Tucked away like a mole type love,

Filling holes we find instead of making them bigger type love

I’m your husband not your negro type love

A shoulder to cry on not a platform for your ego type love

I want a sex starts in the mind before the physical outlay type love

Not a once year on valentine day type love

Your eternal chocolate not just a piece of it type love

Can anyone tell me what I’m supposed to call this type of love

See I heard it in def poetry Shihan called it this type love

But sipping the tea from the time I know what I want aint his type love

Its all about a give type love, a learn as you live type love

For love is a gift, a compromise for the mix appreciating each twist

It’s not how we work our hips or swinging from the words on your lips

It’s a get to grips with peaks and pits type love

Take the licks with the licks type love

See in this type love my teeth my need may to grit but I aint salty

See in this type love I’m a go to the wire for you but I aint Mcnulty

See in this type love, I want to inspire and be admired by you

For in this type love I want time to tell us our love is true

See in this type love I want to be blind

See in the type love I want to feel from heaven we are entwined

Designed by perfect purpose complimenting imperfections cos that’s what love is

Infectious

See in this type love we are altruistic transcendents of one ego

Experiencing higher and lower times than Vegas or Reno

We know because our inner compass guides us as we go

Into that type love pushing the buttons of intimacy because your music  is my selection

When we’ve become that portrait of eternal reflection,

In that type love you are my wholeness injection,

My first lady from this divine election

See you and I together baby you and I are this type love

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