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She sweat technique like a DMC finalist

Scratching records of her of past

Cross fading the present gentleman

Blending butterflies with being buttered up

Took a little needle but that was alright

The crowd never let the music stop

Night after night she freely got that techno thud

She took ecstasy till it mean X to her

Back n forth day and night she span advice

Love was only a track away

She didn’t want to play the album this way

It was all she knew

Blues and Funk were her polarities

She needed charity but got Ox fam

Brazen beasts creating log jams

Blood thinner than water that really didn’t give a damn

She juggled beats with beatings

This wasn’t her preferred rhythm

This artist was an easel but saw the picture and dithered

Too many had drunk her colour

She was their given tipple

Just another alley for a Jimmy Riddle

Too much of a saddle to say skedaddle

Possible was nothing,

Not a word in her language

Not a bone in her body

Never watched Star Trek because one freak had her say

Beat Me up Scotty

Her body had more tracks than a greatest hits album

This was a man’s world and she just ¬†wanted to be…. a woman

Blood, sweat and tears were her favourite lines in her song

Yet on the journey home in the am from her latest set

She walked into a record store and asked if they had a new sleeve

A blank one just something for now yet

The man over the counter seeing the state of the record offered her an exchange

New record, new sleeve she was suspicious but not afraid,

She took it home and gave it solo play

The mellow strings touched her all over

She bristled and tensed as the vocals began

She thought it was the man Sam

Looking at the record spinning, she saw her smile for the first time

A voice rang out inside of her

A change will come…

It was not Sam but by the end of the song

She had

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October 22, 2012 · 11:07 pm

Bed Head

I sleep under the stars every night
Dreaming about the time to shine for mine
Or if Etta James will ever be right
It’s like walking in treacle
Murky, sticky, supposed to be easy cost it’s sweet like
No direction cos it ain’t sea right

I battle bitter breeze
That batters me when I breathe
Beating my chest like tambourines
I collapse to my knees
Knowing trouble comes in trees
So I pray that every trial
Leads to planting new seeds
Wire my faith into the Jordan
Give it 7 V’s
Hoping to be perfected in resurrection
Melting golden calves to pave my streets

It’s so hard because I hearken to me
Despise my very voice
Feel like a martyr for me
Dying for the cause of unfulfilled prophecy
They said it’s all in the head so to the sky I scream
which of you is for me
Either I’m a bad judge or the anti Moses of opportunities
It’s lunacy because honesty offers a strait jacket
Feel so penned in that paper chasing is a habit
Duracell Bunny’s now unhappy Rabbit

I give my all for all but one
No musketeers
I muster tears
Got musket ears and a wounded soul
Shots ring all the time yet I stand by the phone
Liike being there is my home
That’s what my mantle is
To protect and serve
I bled prayers into bandages
Thought being a word smith had its advantages
Till I ran out of metaphoric and had to focus on the I AM
Yet discovering I’m just a man has been
Obscene like the C-word though the P one’s just the same
Some sing you’ll never walk alone though I’m a ghost in my lane
Tell me I’m a super man though I’m not even Dean Cain
My heart burns for CJ and I’m blind to Lois Lane
Can’t even lie in peace as honesty’s in the way
Said I’m alive under the stars but can’t tell if I’m awake


September 27, 2012 · 12:18 am