Dream Team For Mr Green

4 way play, 2 by 2 formation, 

Lifting this foundation,

I'm around players who

Encourage motivation.

F**k the managers tactics,

they moan from the side-lines,

whilst we scoring hat tricks; 

We’re chilling on the pitch

all you do is brown nose,

if you could, you would

eat the managers shit.

Tell me to do more, I need not to,

together the task Will be done,

no matter how heavy The move;

To be fair I’m skinniest,

It's my G’s with the techniques,

that give me the ease for my knees,

the hive is busy, I am glad

I got these bees.

I traded perfume and cleavage,

for aftershave and builders bum,

but it seems this job is giving

me some guns, a six pack

harder calves due to the

constant runs. 

I now know that Labourers

are the blood cells of the building,

keeping the trade organs

breathing, without them on the floor

there would be no ceiling.

I have a "Large Lithuanian"

who gives me entertainment,

we laugh and lift and when I

lift, we get a laugh, but he

defiantly lightens the task.

I also have two others,

"South" and "West"

they let me know how

much I am worth when

the supervisor says I'm less,

for a first time labourer,

man I am bless.

Shaw, Maguire, Varane, Bissaka,

we have each others back, and they

defiantly help my back, put us in any

position, with a team like this,

WE can complete any mission.    

    

Eddie Jazz Man Tribute

Uncle Eddie... To me

he was that cool cat,

we would get into long

quiet moments listening to jazz.

If we did talk, it would be short,

let's get back to Miles Davis,

we could care less what's going on in sport.

An active man you were from day one,

military man but music was your plan

as you go around islands playing music

with your band, lived your dream

and served your land... You truly are the man... 

my fondest memories are with

Mama B, you and I,

we would laugh through the night,

I would be like

"you know what I mean Eddie?"

and I would get no reply:

Did he fall asleep, as I was in mid speech,

then  I look back in my hand,

oh... it must have been the whiskey.

You were the closest man I had to an uncle,

you would school me in the history

of music... 

As you wake up my old soul,

as I relive your era, sometimes I think

we're in a disco, or the back of a blues

bar drinking J.D's and coke surrounded

by cigar smoke and rich folk.  

It was being in your company I learned

stillness, to be quiet and enjoy the ambience

with a Guinness, some conscious reggae

and a Bob Marley lift.      

To the grace of God you go,

but with the trace of your children,

grand-son and grand-daughter,

you still live on, until then...

rest in paradise as the angels as

the angels play you a jazz song.

  

Customer Service, Service Perfect

Customer service,

they are here to serve you with a solution,

why do they get so much problems?

if you treat them with top care, 

it would speed up the process to solve them.

Mine was sky and the gentleman

who dealt with me... what a guy...

laughter was our first intro as

the broadband speed was way low.

He wants to do a line test,

as he's doing such, there's no rush

so we engage in conversation,

he asks me about my poetry,

and we start speaking like I know

him and he knows me.

Meaningful thoughts, speaking

as if we new each other from school,

the subjects we covered were way

beyond the SKY, he told me his interest

of ancient civilisations, his Hip-Hop

appreciation and so much more

you would think it's a personal call

not a internet situation.

We went off script, I started getting

so comfortable, I forgot we may be

getting recorded by agent smith,

we were breaking down universal

frequencies, subjects beyond this matrix.

we talked about synchronicity,

there was no coincidence,

when the sun came out from the clouds,

the universe was feeling our energy.

Sky...Helpful Dillon,

services needed a person

like that times a million.  

In the end I would give him an

11 out of 10, Sky+ 1 extra point,

for his customer skills were on point;  

Delightful 

Individual

Loving

Life

Optimistically 

Natural 

You were a great help,

now my children's grandma

can learn her I-pad faster than

a snail, have a great year...

and again thank you for

your customer care.

In Short... Say It Now...

I am not here to place judgement on you,

but help you through this trial,

I am not here to upset you,

I feel better when you smile.

My heart is beating love,

although my tongue sounds like

it’s expressing hate,

if I do not say it now,

how would we know where to seal our fate.

Is there a right moment to speak?

whatever the situation,

words should not be left untold,

if you do not tell a man his habits

how’s he going to let it go?

In the moment of anger,

revelation will no doubt burn,

once the situation is cool

we will both have lived and let learn;

Learn that these instants are temporary spells…

as we conjure up magic to continue our journey,

remember it’s honesty that prevails.

If you don’t tell me,

the thought will never be free,

as the same thing constantly comes up

and

we constantly disagree.

We’ve endured the arguments,

now we can relax in conversations,

no hidden stress when we’re on them vacations.

Let someone know how you feel

about their current state,

it takes a moment to make a wrong decision

and by then it’s too late…

"Speak up or be let down...

say it now... swim with your words,

or let the person drown"

Cute...But Not My Cup Of Tea

How Cute... I.E... stands for Illegal Entertainment

But not to men who are entertained

by such a statement.

I need not to watch,

I got a daughter of my own,

I told her like jungle book

go back to My Own home;

 

Man… I loved that movie…

Disney is also part of this

normalisation of child sexualisation,

as they code it in their films,

subliminal manipulation. 

 

Filter me this, filter me that,

what do you call a film that makes

little girls who look like grown women

who dance upon a man’s lap?

 

I do not actually know,

but the girls better enjoy a happy meal

before they attract a pimp mac.

 

They look like the drink apple juice,

but dance like they drink champagne,

a pleasure for quick attention,

but such attention brings long term pain. 

 

What is it with the west?

to see little girls in short shorts

and a belly button showing vest? 

paedophiles openly came out,

I was waiting for Chris Hansen

to pop up on the set.

 

Camera man, what was your experience,

an Epstein assistant?

a photography for Jimmy Savile?

a catholic priest disguised

as a camera technician?

you should have vomited

at your perverted vision;

You are not blind, you want to rewind,

you saw the image and zoomed in 1000 times,

took it to final edit and projected

it to wider minds, art is not the definition,

it’s perversion and inspired by those

who think paedophilia is not a crime.

 

Should it be cuties... or booties...

what is next??? under 5 nudity...

or baby sacrificing in 4K, call it,

“Adrenochrome Vampires”

starring Hollywood’s actors on list “A”

 

I rarely watch T.V,

to stay informed I watch documentaries,

I need not Netflix, when I got retro DVD.’s.

 

It’s not a RAP thing, it’s a WAP thing,

role models are made from silicone,

they speak through two types of microphones,

a true anaconda, who will sliver to your ear bones. 

  

I see the world is outraged,

Netflix is now on the worlds stage,

people are acting together,

the beginning of the new days.

The Path I Am...

In this life I get one chance,

tell me, oh tell me,

what do you see when you glance?

Do you see what you see fit?

as you stuff your face with a Mc Sandwich,

you talk to me like you can spell,

but you act more like a witch,

you remind me of a female dog,

You cannot Be without an ITCH...

Wait let me explain my state,

I need not too,

because you act like you don't

know what to say.

Speak...

but when you address yourself

its P.O BOX and man know you

are weak, a strong woman bows

to no man, you will never catch

her on her knees.

You were never on my side,

to me my work was joy,

but you got taken for the ride.

You're still at the back seat,

8 years deep, drowning 

slowly, as they're on the lifeboat,

as you're left a drift speculating

you did everything right,

before the day you fly.

Work Is not the problem,

the ethic is pathetic,

I would rather be suspended

than pretend I'm sick;

Sick with the structure,

who always keep me under,

I fight for those who are starving,

they take and never consider hunger. 

I have no problem being kind,

but do not under mind,

overestimate the workplace,

be wary of the contract you sign.

Why is it where I am being meek,

I am mistaken to be weak?

why is it your intention you really hide,

turn like Jekyll, as I seek truth,

you tend to lie.

My strongest trait?

is that I speak straight,

this isn't Harry Potter,

no staff, no magic,

we all know reality

is up for debate.

So I need not argue,

my belief is God true,

you get thrown a bone,

I don't TEND to be what you're ON,

I forever role with Sinew. 

"I will never compromise,

I thank whom is higher

and is the all wise,

so everyday is my day

when I wake up,

I give thanks for the new

and beautiful sunrise."

Is Too Much Happiness Delusional?

I can't deny this feeling oh so great,

it's as if everyday is my birthday

the way I celebrate,

breakfast, lunch and dinner

I'm eating nothing but cake.

This feeling of joy is

like a child with a new toy,

or that happy "Hee Haw" 

chant from an excited cowboy.

Where does this feeling stem?

from the fields of festivity,

as I celebrate my friends and family

until my earthly end.

I go to bed next to beauty

and rise with that same symmetry,

her scent is that of a rose and her

skin is so willowy.  

I am so in bliss, that the clouds

look like candy and people

look like panda bears,

I feel like I'm living 365 days

of constant fun fairs. 

It's as if the clouds ran out of rain,

everyday seems like sunshine

and when I walk on the floor,

it feels like a velvety plane.

The way I feel, it's like I'm

on constant ecstasy,

showing love to everyone,

even my own enemy.

Someone wanted to argue,

but my rebuttal was that of a hue,

I explained I have reached

the rainbow and I don't agree with

your grey view;

I mean I tried to shout,

but bubbles and marshmallows

is all that came out my mouth.   

It was rumoured that

this time is sad, how?

oh yes... you watch the news

and I don't...

another reason why I am glad.