I’m hoping my writing will be delivered with perfect timing
My Body clock says it’s a late storm
But I’m hoping you’re… ready to light me
Strike me
Like lightning
Little hater inside me knows I’m ready to fight me
Step outside me, brush aside me......Read More
Love’s red glutton, pushed the button and watched him slip away like smoke into the night
Would she see the light, or avoid the blues, and get with ex, new shoes and sex
Would she fall in love of or just vibe with the reflex
Relationships were like pornographic antidotes to true......Read More
Poetry is my therapy, it’s not my remedy
For all of life’s ills I’ve just got my head and me
Hell feels like my life but heaven’s where I’m heading see
I make haste and lay waste to the lead and the dead in me
This burden feels so heavy but the rewards are......Read More
I’m trying to stay strong in this maelstrom
Gripping the grains of sand where my faiths from
But my faiths gone hunting like an arrow in the wind
Stabbing through hot air but never seems to gets stuck in
Seems like I’m frozen out of the games I’ve had the heat to win......Read More
She threw the sky in his face like a javelin
Piercing his eye she saw his focus unravelling
Knowing her words would kill she knew how to scrabble him
She was on board with her game and her bull ship was travelling
He became so far from sure His logic battled him
His feelings were......Read More
Digging wells in search of wealth he found his slickness in the mire
He lost gems, lost friends, the games biggest insider became a pariah
When prudence beat him down he became his own town crier
Ringing bells in his own head he was eye weary and head shot
Too many legs locked when he......Read More
They stay reading the signs through the eyes of the blind
Defiance writes the decline under moonshine
Journalists like to opine till the senses incline
Common sense is anodyne in claims of media malign
I wonder can’t our suns be stars without being on sky
The answer I can’t......Read More
Though I dig out my downloads on the down low,
searching my soul for that low glow,
folk chat so much wind its a low blow,
shallow minds escape and become rogue ...Read More
Why do the famous brunettes go blonde?
To be famous you gotta be dull so you go buy a bottle of fun
I thought fun was a glass of rum with a dash of coke
But I guess you gotta be a pop star to be blonde and broke
You could always pose for the blokes if you think that your it......Read More
Class dismissed chains penned to my wrist
Living in monochrome like Technicolor don’t exist
No middle ground groans draw loose witnesses
Victims players collective individualists
The system be like family folk just call it sis
The key to misdemeanour or should we call it mis......Read More