Thursday, 3 January 2019

Bird Box... Civilized Cage

We are 3 birds in a box
wanting to be free,
but our skies are surrounded
by an unknown entity;

It takes one look
they can make you end
your life's book...
whatever fear
you have written...
death will assist its vision.

We are 3 birds in a box,
you humans live in a civilized cage,
controlled by men who
taught you how to behave.

My owner wore a blind fold,
but society never looked
at each other, but looked
at rectangle images that they
would insure and cover,
rarely reassuring a fellow
sister or brother.

"Don't look up"
they would say...
the eyes are the
window to your soul,
why the devil can play,
keep your 3rd eye open
God will show you the way.

Now they want to look
in the sky... when darkness
sheathed it and blocked
out the light, and the same
dark men you hated...
in the end became your sacrifice;

Pre-apocalypse, I remember
when the ground was black,
full of white chalk lines
from a society
that held them back...

Post apocalypse it seems
the privilege are not ready
to survive this act,
it is clear the true survivors
are those who slept the
roads and back packed.

We are 3 birds in a box
who finally got free,
surrounded by those
who could not see...

For the blind were
the most protected...
it seems men that can see
have no true vision
as it was created
from a mans perspective;

God guides the blind,
so wash your eyes
and follow their sign,
because when the world
gets dark... it will be them
who will show you the
divines true shrine.

Monday, 26 November 2018

Connecting With Someone Connected...

Hello E.E,
how can I help?
"Can I pay to promise"
I got an instant laugh,
it was called promise to pay,
the laugh made this
call a good start.

She asked for the
2nd and 3rd
character of my password,
she liked the same film,
from there our conversation
started to perk,
they should take that for
training purposes,
such customer service
should be heard;

The first rule she said is,
"we cannot talk about it"
The second rule I said is,
"we cannot talk about it"
and we didn't and I wont
in this poem... man what
great acting from Brad Pitt,
now if that is not
an obvious tip.

As she was dealing
with my inquest,
we were speaking
like we were each others B.F.F,
the film gave us
a mutual ground
to speak about the
attitude of people and why
society is a mess,
she complemented
how I was her happy hour
from a day of stress.

She must be in sync...
because two days earlier,
I said too my block Nana,
why do people blame
the caller at the centre...
would it not be easy to
speak with manors
and make both of
your day better;

And she did,
let me say how...
slash my bill,
she even offered
to help me better my deal,
we shared laughter
and wisdom and talked
about our spiritual will,
11:11 is a sign she is on
a higher dimension,
the universe has her promise
in a jar waiting for the hand
of good karma to open the seal.

But... lets call her Marla,
Marla told me she likes
to dance to disco
before her morning stroll,
I relate as I advise people
to bring their inner child out
before they get
in their work hole.

As we were speaking,
the task was near completing,
the conversation was far out,
I was out in the cold,
her voice would be my heating.

My day started unorganised,
I found what I was looking
for that lost
needed P45,
then I check my bill...
black Friday, more like
Black Rob "Like Whoa"
that is high;

But her service
made it more "HI"
we spoke as we had
known each other
in another life,
I thank you for bringing
harmony harmonica
enjoy your birthday
my Sagittarius Sister
may your karma amplify.

Thursday, 15 November 2018

Don't Get Caught Palm Handed

To those with a chainsaw
in their palm,
why cut my trees
bring your future
children harm? 

You cut down my land,
because you have
the power in your hand,
people demand,
I on the other hand;

I have all in abundance,
all can eat,
why does famine
even exist,
western waste is at a high,
I can smell your garbage
in my sky.

Like Fred Flintstone,
you have to shout out Wilmar,
the small trades main source,
they are taking me by force,
if they are too rich
to take to court,
you judge them
by not giving these
brands your support;

I will spin
as long as I can,
but I need you
to walk this walk
and never again
have to have this talk.

I could blame the
mobs of mass production,
but I also blame the greed
of my offspring for
their daily consumption,
you feed these corporations,
who feed you these foods
in return that you will return
buy by the dozen,
bye bye I will say
when my trees
are cut down
your lungs find it
hard to function. 

From space I am beautiful,
I see my all,
like a mirror on the wall,
I am the fairest
planet of them all;

If this was mars,
the war would
have been harder,
so I suggest you do not
be a bad cess in my pool,
for your future genes
I may keep my cool,
make geography a mandatory
in their curriculum at school.

I am not bias...
every reaction has a chain,
palm, soy, maize and corn,
have adverse effects,
as it's fed to livestock,
who are eaten by those
who don't want to
make a change,
just justify, to smile in their lie,
their pleasures are my pain.

Change you can try,
you may be too late,
I understand Bio-Fuel
is under way, way to go,
but you have a
long way to go;

You have to reverse
more than limiting
the use of coal
to fill that O-Zone hole,
you will have to combine
your technology with me
to maintain for the
next generation to find
what this current
one cannot solve.

My animal organisms
who live off instinct,
are slowly becoming extinct,
you are desensitised to your heart, 
you act before you think;

Think about how
many families you have torn,
starved an Eco system from
the fruits and shoots
to the nuts and acorn,
not giving them
a chance to re-spawn,
life is no game
I am yet to bring the storm...
you will soon be X-Men
if you do not mend...
oh you have been warned.

Thursday, 1 November 2018

Karma From The Father

When I give,
I never do it to receive,
the intention in your mind
is what the
universe will perceive.

I tend to give my book
out as gifts for birthdays,
weddings and Christmas,
no money, it was my gift
and the making of it
was beyond business;

It started from a friend,
who never gave up until
it got to it's end,
never ask me for money
it was clear
he was god sent,
my mountain was steep
and this individual
helped me ascend.

Where does this flip,
a brother also
sent from Allah,
had an idea
to sell my books
in his coffee shop;

Now every other
day he is bearing
me good news,
"books sold,
come and collect"
now I pray
he gets on top,
where I felt bottom
like a rock,
earth angels
have intervened
warning me not to stop.

I tend to
teach young children
how to skate,
then more
experience boarders
would pop up
help me elevate,
skateboarding is life
funny how life is
balanced that way.

As much as
I wanted to quit music,
studio time would come
my way, as if god said
"you better win,
do not try and lose it,
let people hear you,
via arranged production
and acoustic"

I thought...
who wants to hear me,
I am known
for my poetry,
until people
started inviting
me out to M.C,
extend my skills
now I have my own C.D,
thanks to those who came
around and increased
my self belief.

I remember giving
coins to the homeless
when I had loose change,
then one day
I found a bag of coins
when i was in drought
karma made money rain.

I remember working
a full time job,
complaining about
my time a lot,
so then God
gave me a lunch
cover slot,
as I was writing this line
guess what?
I got a call
from another job
and he secured me
another ideal spot.

Karma will collect,
pay each good individual
their owed debt,
also those who've done bad
will get a karmic cheque,
she pays a visit to all
so be careful how you step.

Thursday, 11 October 2018

Lions Lust Law

Before I walk
into your door,
I will knock,
but even if I get in,
you have to let me in,
we have to lock jaws
before I can get between
your draws.

What is I want?
you... but not the
whole you,
let me inside half way
before I say "I DO"

Not that I don't
not to say I won't,
you got me infatuated,
your body I want to take it,
re-arrange it around my fit,
if I can't endure longer than
a minute Ima make sure you
spray until I reload my clip.

You still got it
single mummy,
you are known as
a M.I.L.F,
call me your babe
as I suck from
the finest breast
that produced milk,
as I rub in between
your thighs,
how they feel like silk,
if he won't... I will make
you spill and help you heal.

We need not have a contract
like Dorian Grey,
let's make our lust colourful
like Austin Powers,
say something naughty
I will say "Oh Behave"
Tell me you're bee hive
will be sweet and it
will be shaved,
don't let it look like a
bear who came out of
hibernation from his cave.

I swapped lust for trust,
now I have lost trust...
I can never trust again,
trust takes years to build
lust just feels the same,
lust told me
"I will pleasure you
take away this pain"
I pulled up in a corner
with my car and took
her out of the rain,
after I was done I dropped
the rat back to her drain.

We can take it
slow or do it fast
as long as the affair
can last, unfair it's
only lust...
if it was based on trust
I would no doubt make
you my love.

I lust you...
I love you,
lust is a lie
love is true,
love is strong
lust is too,
in a world where
there's so much to view...
tell me... what to do?

You can be my mate
for life, eventually
you must be worthy
of a wife, if I want
more after you,
just no it never
felt wrong,
all was just not right,
I may not
love you forever,
but I will lust you
every other night.

Friday, 5 October 2018

Let's Kill Bill... Cosby That is...


You cannot buy
our station,
we would rather
keep black ignorance,
not black education.

Rape is the case,
but not in this
woman's case,
have you seen
her face, that night
she probably came to
him and he said
"come any closer
I will spray you
with this mace"

I know I know
yep.. yeah #MeToo
O.K we get it
yep yeah her too
I know I know
yep.. yeah you too
O.K everybody
me mister #MeToo.

This case has no sense,
there are many too sentence,
who have done what he's
allegedly done,
I assume their lawyers
can defend like
Antony Davis
Jerome Boateng,
if you're going to take
down one man take
down all of the men.

It seems that if it's a
black celebrity,
make it an instant felony,
if he's white go light,
keep them in the lime light,
put the black in a hole,
take away his sight so he
may never see the day of light
for the rest of his life;

He has not
got much left,
because the left wing
want him to be
sentence to death,
take away his legacy,
so all we remember
is he was a rapist
not the positive role model
he did project on
every black T.V set,
the university giving
elder who gave hope
to children to achieve
find a form of success.


How many religious
figures preach about hope
and lure vulnerable children
under their robe, 
the Priest, the Bishops
and even the Pope
have been accused,
but never brought to trial,
yet they want to kill bill
and give him the rope...

In the end
"their house of cards"
will fall,
it's a Jew-Diciary
not a Ja-Diciary,
the state is designed
for brothers to stare
at a prison wall,
square dance
in a cell with a mate,
square off and brawl
in the mess hall,
they run the state
these same men's
ancestors have always
made us beg on
our knees
crawl being cruel.

He got 3-10 years
no probation,
no house arrest
straight to incarceration,
who should be tried next?
I suggest the man who runs
the American nation,
all the actors, directors,
send the all to

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
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
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.