Tuesday, 11 September 2018

Sensuous Strophe


I want you as much
as I show,
for it is you I think
of before I lay may
head on the pillow;

Dreams of you
become wet,
it seems I can't
wait for you in
reality... I want
you too be my mate
but without the cheque,
it's easy to pay for...
wait... back to you...

I want a place
in your chest
and
my hands on
the east and west
of each breast,
your lips at north,
your hand down south
as you slowly caress.

Your smell alone...
triggers my pheromone,
makes my body moan,
you smell so sexy
I want you
as my cologne. 

Let me be the pole
and you the dancer,
swing all around
me as you get my
pole harder.

Oh you're so hot
it's hard to play it cool,
I got the stick,
do you mind if I pot
my black ball...
in your centre pocket,
lust we have built,
let's bang the bed like
a drum on the hotel wall.

I can replay many
scenarios,
na... lets role play,
I don't Fuck with
the police,
but I would you
if you wore them clothes,
but your attire
in the end
would be like
those retro toy trolls.

You are so far,
but I keep you
close in my mind,
you're body is the clock,
I just want my time.

When we meet
we need not speak,
your groans only
increase my heat
as well the speed
of my hearts beat...
I need to slow down
these thoughts
before I release...
your beauty brings
out my beast.

When I get a 
taste between
your waist,
I know I see myself
in no other place,
except waking up
to you the next day
with the sun shining
on your face.

Saturday, 8 September 2018

I Salute Your Birth... My Poetic Worth


Happy birthday,
to an O.G neighbour,
I don't know your age,
but let me speak on my
perspective of you,
as you know me
as a word player.

I heard about you
before I met you,
but what I hear
is still confirmed
to this day,
you still remain true.

Stats:
Hometown... London
he hates the truncheon...
a protector of 
the elderly,
a very helpful son,
Give an example?
he help my
girlfriends mum;

4 flights HI,
NO LIFT...
he helped lift,
said welcome
and
goodbye.

The communal bee,
he keeps him self busy,
pollinates those
who need a leaf
and
will share
a cup of tea,
with a conversation
to match...
he can take you
out of your misery;

Misery he never brang,
Paul Sheldon
would have another story
if he ended
up in his hand;

He would have
had his feet,
no hobbling...
cycling from
west to east.

Grew up on respect,
a giving heart,
days he can take less...
but will give you more
if he can...
he is not that
type of dREDd;

Judge...
he does not,
Yes he can trust...
he has no time
for hate...
he only looks
for peace and love...

One Love like
Bob Marley said,
Happy Birthday,
may your day be bless,
a poetic cake,
make a wish...
and I wish you the best.

Friday, 7 September 2018

Write To Let Go... (Word Web)


Aim for your goals,
stop shooting heroine,
Geek man...
working and winning
will get you you're women.

Yesterday I gave
you a bone,
today when we meet,
you ask me for meat...
what did you offer
me to eat?

Act like you're fly
but you're still
full of shit,
buzz off...
I have no time
for garbage.

I want to hold on,
but you let go,
told me let's build,
yet you broke me as
easy as Lego.

You told me
I talk too much,
but I listened until
your mouth shut,
you were finished but
when I started to open
you started to close up.

Don't talk about
your man and how
he's Hench,
but when it comes
to the children
he tends to plays bench;

Allow speaking
about your girl,
you told me in between
her legs feels like heaven,
but she brings you hell.

Why do you tend to repeat?
I assume it is because you
never change your days,
it seems DEJA VU
you prefer to seek.

Call me Gizmo,
stay cute forever,
I tend not to eat
after midnight,
you're greedy
and
become ugly...
let me call you stripe.

I may be skinny,
but you are very lazy,
I can see it in your
body who is not pregnant
but looks like you're
having a baby;

Skinny I am,
but skinny people
can be lazy like ham,
pig out... but don't
get about...
your fast metabolism
is nothing but a sham,
no endurance,
no strength...
just a walking scam.

Man...
where did I even begin?
who cares this is odd...
THE END
of this pitchy poem.

Wednesday, 5 September 2018

Nike, Hype... Go Ahead and Tick Your Life...


Burn Nike???
but when you earn,
you buy them
and run to get them
with your life.

You burn your Nike's,
assuming you know
those who make it
hardly earn money,
these people are
on their knees,
and
you burn them because
a man will not kneel
for his country?

CUNT...
how many understand
a value of a tree?
how many climb on one
before it's cut down on
a large scale industry?

None...
Nike is brought for fun,
if they went to court,
you would treat them like a nun,
innocent but they are as guilty
as a paedophile who molested
another parents son...

Or daughter...
slavery is part of their order,
you still order...
I care less for a company
who only stands for a baller,
the issue is bigger...
the people who make it are
those who are smaller...

Tick to most,
and an X to I,
I C most wear
it but not out,
just a collection
to add because
of adverts that say
"HURRY UP AND BUY"
  
Who cares really?
most will sell their
soul to wear the sole...
to get that sale
on a whole,
wear the product
at their funeral
until they're buried
in a hole.

"Nike the goddess of
victory, strength and speed,
slow down...
it's just another
corporation who succeed
in your greed,
the material system is what
most tend to feed...
fashion follow is
what most do,
how many are
born to lead"

I care less for the trainer,
only a few train in the trainer,
or they get the train,
waiting for someone
to give them pleasure,
not knowing how many
children went through pain...

2016 for a
quarter back
on a team,
they've been
burning children's
fingers since
I was a teen. 

Burn what your earn,
Nike is as corrupt as
Eddie Hearn,
only box when he
tic the fight,
but you been
wearing Nike
all your life;

Regardless of children's death,
or the rate of their check,
tell me are you going 
to fill the GAP...
what are you going
to do NEXT? 

Monday, 3 September 2018

Amsterdam With My Young Clam


Amsterdam I am back,
but with a 22 year old
ready to smoke;

I will take him to the
green light district,
not the red light,
leave that for the lust
seekers who live at the
brothel day and at night.

A hotel,
3rd floor,
3rd month,
With
3rd born on the
3rd day,
so free I will let him be
but not too much,
mum don't want him out
too late, I say I will take care
of him and keep him
walking straight.

My room number was
344, 11 in doubles,
singles down to 2,
2 was the bus on my
journey which
took me to the central
of the city view.

Day one,
coffee shop,
then hotel drop,
day two,
meet a younger
nephew,
it's his birthday
I light a candle,
which is green
and comes in a
flavour which taste
like a berry that's blue;

Day three,
hotel was on the plan,
but rain alterd such,
let's stay local,
take a mini walk and get
some dinner,
I see a roti king,
it's veggie by culture,
today I am the winner.

On that same day,
we stayed local,
people were leaving,
the pass on their holiday
left overs, many tourist,
many many smokers;

More POT LUCK,
as a traveler leaves
a package in the smoking
hut, more green gold,
I though I saw a leprechaun
with a jade crown,
riding a white elephant,
in his hand was a lady bug.

Day four,
I take him back to town,
give him one last round,
tell him lift up high now
before you reach
London ground,
but before that...
I give my book to a
coffee and book shop,
a personal poetic drop
I am now at the airport,
drinking it down,
see you again Amsterdam
A.K.A my euro fun stop.

Tuesday, 28 August 2018

Succubus And Incubus Lust


Your soul is mine,
get in between
or
take me from behind,
everyday is Halloween,
as the spirit of succubus
sucks your cream.

How she is alluring,
she leaves you with yearning,
she can also leave you
with your loins burning,
spiritually as well as physically,
leaving your soul
in the pit of your
stomach churning.

Like a song of a siren,
men hear her tune,
she wants your blood to rush
and loves to bite like a vampire
on the full moon.

Her spirit is broken,
she may be outspoken,
but her legs do the questioning,
are you going to answer
when they are open?

This does not only
apply to the female,
the male incubus python
will crawl among
a sleeping woman
as he thrusts his tale
in her trail.

He will rap to you,
to wrap himself
around your legs,
he has cum out of
your hole and crawl
to many other ladies beds.

His DNA he will spray,
will always be in you
know matter where you lay,
is there a cure?
bare a child with a man
who is willing to stay;

Stay most men will not,
for hell he wants with a
THOT, YOLO he will say,
he does not care if his
penis will drop off,
as long as he gets on top...

The bottom line,
it is a new time,
but we better change
the chime, in the eyes
of the divine,
we all nothing but swine,
impure to enter his shrine
as he smells the feces
on those who dug behind.

"She will sit on you,
he will crawl inside,
all is temporal
with this temple...
be careful how you live
your mortal life"

Monday, 20 August 2018

Hand Me My Hands Back


If your happy
and
you know it
clap your hands
OUCH OUCH...

I am clearly not
happy, my hands
have been
stripped and ripped,
I can just about type
and writing is my gift.

When I fall off
my skateboard
it is my bail
if a trick shall fail,
thank you hands
you keep me balance
and help me prevail.

I feel like Murphy
in Robocop,
"give the man a hand"
when his hand got
shot gunned off;

Many people
offered me a hand,
but I am a
Leo with an ego
saying "I can do this"
yes it may be slow,
but I can't pretend
I mind when my lady
bathes me in that Aloe.

Hands free,
well great for me,
headphones
in my head
a break from
the 4G frequency.

Let me Pray,
wait I can't,
it hurts to put my
hands together
like a missed Hi-Five,
GOD hear my chant;

Why have you
forsaken me,
left me to use my left,
struggle for me to get
out of bed,
take my main source
of power...
my hands... now my lady
I cannot caress,
O.K, I don't mind when
she helps me undress
and let her lead the rest.

Like Jadakiss,
I want to
Put my hands up,
Na F%#K that
they have to stay down.
Na F$%K that
put my hands up,
Na F%$K that
my wrist stays bound.

I went from
Spiderman
to
Peter Parker,
you even gave
me a cut on my foot...
the full stigmata.

I went from
walking on my hands,
to just walking in vans,
climbing rocks
to struggling
to put on socks.

I may say
I don't need
a hand out,
but many hands
are helping me out,
I am starting to feel
like a king,
maybe I should
break a leg
and see what that
will bring about.