Tag: Poetry

To The Fire

Wake up, Supernova.. rise and grind

If you want to shine then you’ve got to put in the time

If you haven’t got to go to work then why get up at three

Because I love progress more than I like sleep

Oh that’s just way too early; I couldn’t do that myself

Well then you just might spend the rest of your life working for someone else

I’m chasing my dreams while I’m awake

I’ll only miss the opportunities I didn’t take

I’ll only lose if my eyes ain’t on the prize

Sacrifice is to choose paying a price

If only 5% are willing to give then only 5% will get

The other 95 will just have to accept whatever’s left

Whatever’s left is the result of anything other than my best

Do better to get better, expect nothing less

Today I seize the beast by the horns

My painted face to the storm

Naked as the day I was born

Deep in the thorns

Redeeming all the pieces of me that were torn

This is the healing..… See More

Abort

We as man have become the robots and the androids we long sought to create to aid and to serve us
We exist now only to maintain and improve on the technological systems, machinery and electronics we’ve caused to exist
We are all now the maintenance workers and systems operators of them
We’ve taught them all we know
And enabled them to become faster than us and smarter than us
To even think for us
And in the process have allowed ourselves to become docile and dumb
We mighty, masterful, majestic, magnificent men once upon a time are now merely mechanical
Who now know only of the mechanics of the mechanisms we’ve made
Mightier than ourselves
Which now own us
And are the owners of our minds
See what we have become
Minute and minuscule microcosms of our former magnitude
Now consumed in the wizardry of circuitry
And ruled by our own embellished and fancified yet perishable and destructive, ill-formed finery
It is we that are at fault
We’ve come to naturally worship the functionality of man made accessories More than nature and mankind itself
And the human functioning people we once functioned as
We’ve fashioned ourselves into superficial cyborgs
Dependant on silicon and cellular communication
Our now neglected, ill-treated, broken down, corrupted, fried up, malfunctioned and fragmented faculties fail us
We’ve transformed ourselves into mentally manipulated mules
Driven by our own foolery
And so, the once wise, we now arrive as fools
Downgraded but updated to the latest upgrade
So now we’re disguised as cool
Redefined but no longer designed to concentrate in school
Or learn at the rate that we used to
We’ve high priced gadgets and lowered IQ’s
We’ve traded in our minds for more time
Our knowledge for technology
So of course, at the flick of a switch, the touch of a finger tip, everything appears to be working properly
Where was I?!
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Indiscretions

To tell the truth
I’ve lost count of the amount of sexual encounters
But in the end when all is said and done
What really counts, is what it all amounts to
Subtract the time taken away, by each night and each day
Minus the cheap thrills and expensive bills and it doesn’t add up to much
I’m left still counting on finding the one for me
Take away the sex and I’d still do it for the company
So what really counts
What it is to be less young, less wild and carefree
Still smiling, less naive
With all that said
I still find myself spending time in bed with women I really have no business being with
Time that would’ve been better spent being with my kids
But at the same time without that, my two offspring wouldn’t even exist
Seems every time I cease and desist, out steps another seductress on a mission to please and persist
And my addictive personality makes good sex a thing hard to resist
Especially when I mostly get back only half as good as I give
I’m like what type of bad behaviour is this
Slipshoddiness, sloppiness, slovenliness
Perhaps therein lies what the problem is
You never know what you’re gonna get
And it’s all a little bit too hit and miss
How easily we forget
And retrospect doesn’t appear to be stopping this
Solving this
In my reconnaissance, I’ve lost sight of how many abortions I’ve played a part in over time
I’ve often contemplated if god is watching, sees it as murder and we’ll all be tried for our crimes
In this life, with it forever weighing on our minds
And in the afterlife, standing before all the faces of the lives we denied
Having to explain why
Why they were forced to die
As said, you never know what you’re gonna get
Speaking of which, death is a high price to pay just to get your needs met
Dick wet, pussy wet
I often say unprotected sex with a stranger is like a game of Russian roulette
But what’s stranger is how I all too often seem to forget with each new conquest
Developing a case of amnesia when it comes to that latex
I told my young teenage son to save sex
And if you don’t son, make it safe sex
Keep in mind I’m too young to be a grandparent yet
And so is your mum
Now he’s the same age as I was when I started having fun
And his sister and him are only apart by 10 months
So my wise advice is like a double contradiction when looking at my life and the things that I’ve done
Maybe I’ll be an old romantic still believing in love and that one day it’ll come
Maybe I missed it, maybe I jinxed it, dismissed it well before it begun
Maybe I’m an escapee, injured, still hurting, in pain and on the run
Loaded shotgun
Nevertheless, I’ve just left the boudoir of yet another woman I know in my heart isn’t the one
And I’m looking back at myself from the bathroom mirror
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This Is Not the End

The plantations that were green and rich
With vegetation
Have dried up and been left fallow
The clean clear rivers that once ran deep
Have now become polluted
And shallow
The birds no longer perch and sing here
For this barren land would only echo their loneliness
The air has become toxic and unclean
So the trees are unable to breath
Too weak in their bonyness
The high rocky mountains
That once harboured life
Only serve now as tombs to harbour decease
While the seemingly tormented and abandoned desolate land beneath them
Seems to beckon for release
The vultures gather here no more
For they too would die and wither away
In this deserted place of calm unrest
Nothing can live here, so nothing stays here
Nothing can graze here, so nothing ever comes here for fear of death
For as the season changes
The cold harsh windiness blows its dead into scattered bones
And then
Into nothingness
Then comes the sun again
That once made high stench
Of rotting flesh
Now boldly returning
To claim that which is left
New life will come here to this land
Again and again
And die here
Naive to the nature of its trend
Only few will live long enough to move on
And to see
That this
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The Way She Dances

There was even something in the way she entered the room afterwards
You see
Previously, she had been there that night
On the floor
And it was like
You could feel it
Any night you walked in the place
She was there
You could be sure
The rhythms of her hips still clung to the walls of mens psyche
As the condensation that lent itself ever so politely to the ceiling
Dripped in her name
They both came there night nightly
She came ‘cause she had made it her job
And ‘cause it would mean less cash flow in her bank balance if she stopped
They came there for what they really wish they had at home and really should’ve had but
never got
She definitely had something to offer though
It was in her timing, it was in her rhythm, it was in her expression, it was in her flow
She hypnotised men with the way she danced
The way she moved would put you in a trance at one glance
No man or even woman could be held accountable for taking their chance
For she was incredibly beautiful and dynamic
She was a people magnet
And if there was any way any woman ever desired to be physically
Then she had it
And they wanted to grab it
But they just couldn’t have it
‘Cause she had it
In such a way that they could only go with the flow of her habit
Under the control of her spell like magic
And when on her planet
Everything just seems to slow down
Almost to the point where everything stops
And you could hear a pin drop
Though the heavy bass line from the speakers still rocks
And there’s over a dozen people yelling at bar staff wondering why other people coming to
the bar after them are being served and they’re not
And another 200 are on the dance floor making even more noise ‘cause it’s a bank holiday
and they haven’t got work at 9oclock
And even though the MC just asked who wants more soca after the hip-hop
And there’s about 50 people with whistles and horns giving it everything they’ve got
You could still hear a pin drop
‘Cause she was hot
And mesmerizing
And when you were in her zone
You were alone
Couldn’t hear or say a thing
You just had to watch her body sing
And glow
Like a sodium lamp
Watch her go
She’s the podium champ
And though her clothes were damp
She followed the code of a vamp
Cunningly seductive
And it worked
She was hired to keep the club on fire
And it worked
She was finally being paid for something she love to do all day anyway
So she worked
And played
At the same time
Until it was time to go backstage and change
And all she’s thinking about is counting out her change
To see how much money she’s made on top of her minimum wage
Thinking how much time she would’ve saved
If she had utilised her talents at an earlier age
But like most of us
She was challenged by those rainy days
Now she just works and plays
As she dances her pains away
While men just watch and pay
As she takes their brains away like slaves
As they gaze at her with praise
And another of her days
Has just come to and end
But she will be here tomorrow
At the same time
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