Saturday, 23 June 2018

Deranged Dad Daughter Dedication

No… No… No…
You have reached
double digits,
1 and 0… go back to zero…
months... please little lady
can I push you back
up mummies…

Whole world you are to me,
my daughter, my princess,
you are my energy,
you have humour…
no jokes when you
get a boyfriend,
I fear that day in play…

I am proud of
the girl you are,
you have an intention
to go far,
and you will…
because you have
a big heart
you inspire my art;

I wrote a bar,
Promotion time:
Track Title –
Lyric –
You’re the cocoon
to daddies heart,
you send butterflies
to my stomach
may we never part.

You have beauty
like your mum,
why oh why…
now men will be
at your shoe
like chewing gum,
you better scrape
if their scrap,
most men are scum
and tend to leave
women emotionally numb.

When you have
your first kiss,
please do not tell,
or his tongue will
be cut and redirected
in the mail…
so he can reattach
warn any male
this daughter is not
for fantasy, a Liam Nelson
type of film that
does not end well.

Please don’t grow
like the children
from the Simpsons show
then my life would
be yellow mellow,
your brother can be Bart,
if I get another Maggie,
like Homer
I will be like DOH,
if I had the dough,
I would go to your Marge
and bake her cake,
heat up her oven
just watch her glow.

I love you is
too simple to say,
I love you… YES,
so please when You buy
a mansion,
make me a shelter
in the garden
call it the hornets nest;

If I ever see a man
break your heart
I am going to sting
him in the chest,
if you really love that man,
you will give him
your life’s breath,
in my head,
I probably want
to suffocate him instead
as I reminisce your first step;

damn it’s your birthday…
happy birthday…
I wrote this as you’re
asleep in your grandmas bed,
you got a big day ahead
my little blossom tree
dream and rest.

Wednesday, 20 June 2018

Woman Work... Working With Women

I am but a man
who works with women,
I am but a sperm in
a nursery full of ovaries.

Ask about my
feminine side?
so intuitive I put
a feminist aside,
words so emotionally etching,
sketching pictures
as I take her on a sandy ride,
erase and reset;

at work I am beach time,
Bacardi and lime,
if your unsure you will be
sure when you hit my line.

PMS cycle,
I know when they can't
ride the bike,
I am just that nice guy,
who listens,
why women confide.

I don't pretend,
I respond at a time
rate better than their mate,
he is prime but I
have to hear the time,
let us go peak to peak
because when you get home
he's on the recline
on a decline.

Women like to chat,
I purr not for their pussy,
I'm not that type of cat,
I'm a Leo with quick reflexes,
as soon as they
throw a sentence,
I throw it right back,
I automatically react.

I am no threat,
at my best I
past the lust test,
I never interfere
if the woman's
got a child
has a mate in check;

Don't check me,
check your friend
who is more likely
an enemy, checking on
your spouse, wait until you
leave your house,
you pull out, he goes
in the house,
in between her,
you get back
she's ready round three.

We both know,
hornet ain't no threat,
your girls your girl,
I ain't trying to
break your set,
I keep it clean,
don't let jealousy
make a mess,
yes I am a hornet
I need not take honey
from your nest,
I got a syrup sap
who is so sweet
and her loves so
sticky, it sticks to
my heart, she is the
treasure to my chest;

Davy Jones and Calipso,
she got my soul,
when I get back from
a day of hell with women
I don't know,
when I get too,
I am glad I got mine,
we fine like silk 
in a web the spider wove.

I never want a man to see
me pouncing on his girl,
I am but a temporary rock
to kick it with...
but recognise you
are her world.

Monday, 28 May 2018

Listen Up

I am the one that will listen,
I hear your potential
lack of vision,
I drive my attention
as you steer your words
into collision.

Speak you may,
but make sure your words
are not for play,
unless your a wordsmith,
if not... my ears become stone
if your words are clay.

I can speak more
than I listen,
but I listen when you speak,
you tend to only say words
that make you weak,
I give you a strong solution
then you say the same
problem the following week.

Not to say you
can't speak your pain,
but to repeat it
again and again,
means you clearly
don't listen and do
not want to change,
a waste of my time,
I want it back like
DR Strange.

Ears the size of a mouse,
my listening is fly like dumbo
when he leapt off the house,
I am a fly listener
just ask my spouse.

Listening is a skill,
it takes will...
not to cut someone off
and express what you feel.

Listen up,
listen not to hate,
listen to love,
listen to someones cry
then give them a hug.

Don't talk to be heard,
talk about your betterment
not only about your worst,
you talk and guess what
I will listen first.

I talk,
you talk,
let's listen to each other,
don't hog the mic,
why battle for word,
let's piece them
live at peace
like a monk on
a mountain curve.

I hear all...
it took me years,
but I have the ears,
big listening with ears
that are small.

Thursday, 24 May 2018

Knife Life Will Never Make it Right

Knife Life,
there’s no need
for a fist fight,
I take it out
and stick you
whether it be
day or night,
thank you mum
for bringing me
in the world,
but I got to leave it,
I got to drop a body
because I can’t drop my pride.

It’s so hard
being young,
If I don’t die
by the knife
Then I’m going
to die by the gun,
taking out
be taken out
by someone else’s son.

In truth I am alone,
where I live
there is no job zone,
most of us do not
have a home,
we live in the streets,
we don’t kick rocks
but sell rocks,
our life expectancy
is unknown.


You are young,
You have time to
find your intention.

To the privilege
my life’s nothing
but a movie,
they sit at home
watching the same
old news,
would they help?
if they really
knew me?

Police don’t protect,
If I snitch
that’s my neck,
I got to prove
it to my set,
I won’t be part
of the gang,
he’ll call me small fry,
I’m a big fish
I’ll prove I can
bring him net.

The Knife does not
better your life,
you cut someone else,
you end up in a cell
in a living hell,
home becomes jail,
because the choice
you made was not of
your own story,
just another street tail;

should have lead,
been a head
in your decisions,
not let an older man
send you on
street missions,
you do the crime
and the time,
he’s got the bread
so many more pigeons…

Stool… stay in school,
forget the detention hall,
I’ve been there with friends…
that I thought was cool,
now they are in and out of prison,
they fell… so please don’t you fall,
rise to your future…
don’t cut your life small.

Le “Wise With Words” Hornet

This poem was Inspired by
 the Documentary by
Jermain Jenus
as well as the constant increase
for awareness
for a future generation
left in a state of unfairness.

Fizz Brings Happieness

Fantastic Fizz,
we have known
each other for a short time,
but feels like we have
had a long friendship,
did I know you in
another lifetime?
why in this present one
our fate has entwined.

Funny... we always lived
on the same road,
we never ran into each other
until we got old,
but it seems our destiny was
inevitable, I was a pirate poet
and now I have found my gold;

Green is my second name,
you are my lucky charm,
Green is my lucky colour,
I will add you to
my clover farm,
next to a stable fall
of horse shoes,
with a hanging
dream catcher
the hand of Fatima
watching over the barn.

I wish I knew
you back then,
you would have
been a great friend,
my gift would have 
been appreciated
and such encouragement
would have helped it extend. 

You make coffee so good
I call it hot chocolate,
a sweet wake up call
to put me back on my
skateboard auto pilot
before I get to my pre-school;

I imagine if we had
our own school,
children would be like
"these headmasters are cool"
attendance would be high,
because our curriculum
would be super fly,
we would teach them as one
so together they could
learn from each other,
no sets, just set subjects,
with advanced students
who will help the others rise.

Maybe we could have
our own coffee arcade,
we of the 80's, we could
make it retro, Tetris,
Street fighter and Mario,
one pound per play,
a free biscuit if you can
beat LE in a choice of
your preferred game from
back in the day.

I am grateful for
the hope you have
restored in this poet,
I gave you some books
and you who had sold it;

Why I also call you
the champagne of life,
you make it worth
celebrating daily
as you bring my gift to light.

We share the passion
of teaching,
children out reaching
our remedies are care,
encouragement and words
that aid children's healing.

I am thankful for another
Angel of Allah,
you have sent a few in my
creative endeavours
it was they who got me far,
it is because of them
I feel like a star...
I thank you for this one
called Fizz and I ask...
may you give him
the desires of his heart.

Monday, 21 May 2018

One Minuite... Man... Let Me Explain Myself

Give me one minute...
one minute for what?
I mean just to explain why...

O.K... we were in foreplay
and the game was you,
the outcome I already knew
when I saw you're behind view,
it took me a happy hour with a
a driver just to get that screw...

My first thought was
I got all night,
she's going to wake up
tomorrow and see me in
the sunlight, hell it was the
same day and I was done
before she turned out the light,
I just told her
"it's because your tight
and you fit just right"

I was tooting my horn,
in my head I thought
I would rock her like queen,
clearly my song was short
as I was done before the
advert on the screen.

Telling myself,
I am in control,
I guess that channel changed
when I got into her hole,
my whole world exploded,
I was the bomb
with a detonator that was
quick to blow.    

I had the talk on
the way during the walk
but I ran in the bed,
all was champagne until
I bust my cork...
she never got a sip
as soon as I gripped
I lost control and thought:

I thought I am the best,
I done a Forest Gump
as soon as I torched her breast,
she was like "are you O.K"
I was like
"Yeah just give me one sec"
in fact I had to go,
it seemed that I just had sex.

She complained about
my time... I was like
"girl you got all the time in
the world, how dare you
to tell me to take it slow,
I'm a cheater by nature,
not a man who
does it like a snail"
that was my justification
after my miniature fail.

What I make up in length,
I clearly fail in length,
K.O on the first blow
and she wants to take
me to the tenth;

It's only round one
and I am done,
she was like...
and I said urm...
sorry I have...
so cannot come...

My theme song,
Missy Elliot
one minute man,
I was Ludacris to
think I could live up
to that plan,
next time my lust
calls, ima be like
Kendrick and make
her scream DAMN...