Wednesday, 26 July 2017

32 Feeling New (2.7..7..1...7)

3 + 2 is 5,
What I would
do to go
back to that age,
Lego building,
paper sword yielding,
Mario fits because
I cannot get to
the next stage.

32 and slowly
becoming new,
my body stays
the same,
but in wisdom
I have grew,
I will not live
this year in
deja vu;

Habits tend
to keep one in loops,
keeping time confused
as you look older due
to indulgence of a
bad diet,

I have become more
observant of my body,
I have seen
my elders wither,
due to the daily
choices they made for

My table will be full
of healthy snacks,
nuts, dates...
no cup cakes,
my guests,
I apologies
for my lack
of sugar
side fats.

Birthday on a weekday,
most will have weak play,
Job before fun,
"Why so serious"
come join me
have some
laughter and rum.

32 years on this planet,
I am thankful
for what she has
help me manage,
Gaia, mama...
you keep me calm,
Juniper in my palm,
Lavender Lavish,
if you can hear me
I will do my best
to reverse this damage,
my children have
already started,
earth is our home,
why I don't let them
take advantage.

The fact I have to work
on my day of earths entry,
I was born 2am,
but this day
I am not free,
but I finish
at the hour of 3,
Straight to Mimi,
to celebrate with
my immediate family;

The on that I created,
not the one
that made me,
feel like
I was not wanted,
no blame ma...
you had P.N.D,
born the same day
as my father,
happy birthday Dad,
I can't stay mad,
I stay glad,
I have a powerful
family tree.

"Happy birthday to me,
Next year I'm 33,
no I don't have a degree,
6 is know as love energy,
may it unlock the
hearts padlock
with a hand as the key"

Thursday, 20 July 2017

Walk With Me... Well Poetically.

Hornets Journal,
July 19th 2017 

It's a stormy night,
I am next to a snoring midwife,
I dare not get angry
as this is her life,
I am distracted from
the blue flashes of the sky, 
having earthly thoughts like,
let me fight for her, 
I will be her sacrifice,
her gate keeper,
let me be earths scythe,
be the death
of these bad guys.

I awake in a
groggy state,
no work it looks
like fathers play;

I hear birthday
song sounds,
grandmothers are
the last day pick up, 
they discuss
their handiness,
my daughter grandma
is there too she's in sight,
but I am out of view,
One of  the elderly
is my muse...
she offers health,
a plum, grandson
discards it, eating sweets,
she calls him to go
he looks and
then makes a run;

Run from health they do,
not the fault of the child,
sweets pacify
that sugar cry,
I know my generation
does not try,
Like all generations,
will only change
when someone
close has flied
to the sky.

I go to get my coffee,
my daughter forgets her lunch,
I vent frustration on her,
not her fault,
to her I am sorry,
I know she forgives me,
she can tell by my
skate movement
I am still groggy
as she saw my
cereal get soggy.

My day consist
of promoting
in new ways,
it seems poetry has
become water
I am the wave.

I am not at work;
But I still work,
lifting bags of earth
for my children's mimi,
she insist she pay,
I say no,
she said take it anyway...
it will go back to her daughter,
I'll take her on a mini date.

It was a cool morning
as I see my neighbor,
we discuss all of now,
not what we're
going to do later,
we go shopping,
he bikes back
me on my board,
by nature
I'm a skater.

Back at home...
no work means
I got to work on me,
so I get in the
promoting zone;

keyword... HEALTH,
food and sex,
the things people
question and ignore,
until they no longer
feel pure, but poor,
why I'm here
to keep it raw,
diet or write,
it's my advice against
those with a unhealthy cause...

I realize all
what I challenge,
fights me back,
my girlfriends best friend
has pharmaceutical pills,
I say I will attempt
to eradicate it
with s few
plant based meals;

The day before my cousin
discusses change of habits,
together we're going better
our bodies palace,
but she's half way their,
with motivation
we will make all clear.

All clear is what
I want to hear,
not I have something
that can't disappear,
at least let's reverse
the western meal curse
so you can extend your years
not induce more fears... 

Today was no cliche,
just a personal one to myself
and my daughters play,
which they cancelled
at the last minute,
what a gimmick,
I saw her practice,
she shows drive
that brings me happiness,
now to run a bath
line up my chakras axis.

Tuesday, 18 July 2017

Celibate Composition (Sexicution 1.7)

Celibacy in this century...
I am in practice,
time out from
the mattress,
A mans worst nightmare,
A neighbors
ultimate happiness.

It's not for me,
it's for the wife,
I said
"break away from the pill"
as she wants to breed
one more life,
synthetic estrogen,
making your body
become a walking lie.

I've never been
a man of masturbation
I was always hands
on with video games,
how to beat that hard boss,
not my hard erection,
the feeling of loss would
make me go soft,
metal gear solid snake
got my focus,
my snake when it stood up
got no attention.

I am not even married,
but I may as well be,
taking a vow of abstinence,
power to the people
who devote to celibacy
reclaim back control
their energy.

Now I know women
don't need a man
for the moment,
she needs momentum,
not a on top, roll off,
see you next session,
self control I have learned,
Now I yearn the next time
I enter your heaven.

Dreams are wet,
yet the reality is right
in the bed,
one touch will set...
up my blood and know
I don't want to rush,
if we get to get into the
act, I don't want
it to be a spectacle for lust,
rather a show for love.

My spirit is now lifted,
remember sex is energy
most people are vampiric,
abstinence is the auras garlic,
sex can be healing
or sex can make you sick,
Burn baby burn
if you want his dick;

detect a guy or girl,
before you detect
a S.T.D,
silent killer
like chlamydia
some come loud
like H.I.V.

Still tempted by
the sway of her hips,
but how to get
to know someone?
by the way that they kiss?
yes all senses
start from the lips,
Before you enter
her deep abyss.

I have seen women
bring out the bitches in men,
moaning about a Magdalene,
low price prostitutes
who turn them out
for the most simple sin,
their soul becomes garbage
as they enter her bin,
these men are lost
so will never win;

It starts with wanting
her body parts,
it ends with both
parties breaking
each other's hearts,
playing with 
each other's minds,
trust slowly diminishes
because of temptation binds.

Without the sex,
we have tripled our respect,
doubled the excitement,
if I were single
this poem would not
have the same effect,
why now when
I look at her
I can see why
for me she is perfect.

Monday, 17 July 2017

W15 Continue to Gleam...

I wake up to roger rabbit,
It's a pre-performance habit,
his character helps me balance,
serious message, with laughter,
I have the persona of Eddie Valiant.

My girlfriend catching up with sleep,
her 43rd delivery, 
she was born to birth,
cheers to her road in midwifery,
now to walk mine,
man its hard to build this road
of poetry bonded with mystery.

Ten minutes to one is our show,
My main crowd was my family
W15, we had our
Wives for our 15 minute musicality,  
and my best friend R.B,
my mum even represented
and she reps rarely,
my brother skipped work
to see my worth,
my east brothers came down
just to hear my word,
me and my boy were pastors,
the stage being our church.

We get a  great introduction
from the host,
now it's time to start the show,
show time,
equipment failure,
the first act stormed off
because of technical issues
putting off his time,
we come on next
by pass any technical issues,
we're just here to rhyme,
DJ powers adapted with us,
together we mountain climbed.

So we do,
songs of 3,
times that by 5
you have 15,
W15 the dream team,
both from west,
one from W12
and the other W3,
we're messengers
with out a third
or a 33 degree.

We get the outro,
my family are proud,
my cousin and godmother
come from the crowd,
adds on to my smile,
which then parts a cloud,
the sun ray comes out,
wishing my brother
Ray came out...

After the show I get hungry,
a chance to pick food
from a different country,
Nigeria, Joloff rice
with a vegetarian option,
man I'm lucky,
me and my brother
ordered extras spice;

The reason for this is
we were waiting for food
with patience,
greedy people
were served first,
I've fasted so
I am not bothered,
but serving 4 people
before our order...
out of order
why we went to the
Joloff mama to solve my hunger.

After food,
I do a handstand
for a very young fan,
he thought I was cool,
I did not show him all I that I can...
do... one handstands enough
before I throw up
I set a bad example,
one must be calm as a
Caribbean breeze not a
Hawaii volcano as I felt
like I was going to erupt.

after the show
there is a lot of love,
high fives and others
that offer a hug,
their was hate
but it is out weighed
so its easy
to bypass and shrug.

Today was a good rap,
expression, family connection
and with the community we interact,
negative energy I subtract
as I was in a position to learn
and change a personal act,
so we win,
also the same person
who fronted on service
called us back,
offered me an R.B
a free burger
because patience
we did not lack.

Home time celebration,
we pleased our community,
to me they are my nation,
I let them know the meaning
of determination and to the young,
no such thing as limitation.

After I leave,
I play football with
my brother, my son,
and my main G,
W15, we're
like a mini five aside team;

Coordination, we were all in sync,
the day was about feeling,
I had no time to think,
I wish everyday life was like this,
all was thankful,
we painted colours like Spalatoon,
We left our ink,
poetry, performance,
I could say more
but I will leave this as the ending
because grandma
has poured me a drink.

from the crowd to the glass,
I will end this in gratitude,
to all who came thank you,
as the day you made a happy heart.