1.25.

Stella Ella
That girl is
super Bella
Ella Stella
Your getting
old
That girl is
gonna grow up
to be a
super nova

Ella Ella ola
My girl you
gotta try
You gotta
get sober
Your so Bella
My girl
you better learn
You gotta
do what I
tell ya

Bella Bella Stella
That girl is so
dangerous
Mi Bella Ella
Now that girl
is worried
She told me
Jesus won’t save us

Oh mi Bella Ella
Now my babies gone
She’s hiding behind
those three
mischievous stars

Mi oh my Bella Ella
So fine so stellar
I tried to help her
However this time
my baby your too
far gone

1.24.

I letter to
my Mother

I think
I might
make it this
time around

I’ll be a
big star
I’ll get my
big break
Made it to
Hollywood
Sorry for
stealing
your old mans
car

I'll be living
in allies that
hide between
Northern boulevards
and old forgotten
concrete dreams

Lavender and
caviar
Cologne and
cigars
Taboo and
mischief
Using cheap
lipstick
Rewriting the
hit lists

I'll become that
last world
wonder
that echos
forever
pushing rhythmic
sounds
beyond safe
limits

This is risky
business
Practicing my
divine
debut lines
Telling the
story of a
girl
blessed with
bad habits
God given
talents
looks that
seduced
and words
that produced
death sentences
that tempted
the Devils final
trill

So good bye
fair well
For now
Mother dear

This time
I’m taking my
place
accepting my
fate
In my bare
feet
I’m taking center
stage
For my grand
finale
as a silver-screen
Queen

1.23.

I wish you
could see how
beautiful
I didn’t even
try to look
on the day
of your
funeral

In the snow
Under the lap post
With you my ghost
Barefoot in my
heartbreak
With fallen
snowflakes
I dance alone
with my mistakes

With them I
melt away
Me and my
snowflakes
Without you we
dissipate

It’s you
It’s always been
you
From the moment
I met you
Was the moment
I became alive
First time I
got high
Now I’m committing
homicide
trying to remember
that look in your eyes

Since the beginning
of time
Guess you lost the
memories of when
God created
you and I
That forest gone
grey when I thought
I lost you

God was in
a jealous rage
when I chose you
He only made me
so you wouldn’t be
so lonely too
He never knew
I would refuse
to live without you

The world saw
first anger
when he saw how
I made love to you

So put all the
blame on me
The wrath of
God
made me so
frisky
Blame all the
lost and pain
on me
Nothing gets off
like a sinner
like me

1.22.

Statistics of
statistics
The precise
revision of
demographics
non-existent

The strange
fabrication of
how polluted
and
misconstrued
thoughts

Is a simple
resolution
to every souls
confusion

Can you count
every written
faith?
Books on who's
opinion?
Individually written
by hands influence
by their brand
named wallets

The waste in produce
in mass production
Selling us ideas of
self-destruction
Spending  less
on life lessons
Not saving up
for
self-reflections

Who's dime
pays for time?
Is it time
deciding time?
Or do dimes define
the meaning of time?
Who's time has it become?
What is time?
Time is? Time was?
Time never really
was ours

Watch the kids play
king of high risk
Compete to
defeat in the
depths of debt

Our inherited regrets
forget to check
on emotional scores
you can't get
a credit for
Give praise to high
interest rates
instead of banking
on your faith
Safely you deposit
selfish values
That lock you in
lucrative hate

Bankrup these
divided ideas
Start to believe
in the people
Let’s invest in
each other
again

Who's next in line?
Last in the back?
Who's at the till?
How do you pay
your grocery
bill?
Do you stress?
Depressed?
Do you pay for change?
Presidents and
Prime ministers
face paper electives
bills that select
how countries develop

Look for the Queen
working in virtual
streets
Trying to be a girl
seen in a magazine
Selling the tales
of fictional fascism
Stacked on the
ranks of fast
fashion

Blessed be
the ******
with their new 
Micheal Kors
Losing themselves
in concrete stores
Designers that dictates
your direction
Consuming ourselves
we go off to
slaughter
Is there a refund
in the
death of a daughter?

Who lies?
Who plots?
Who puts capitol
value on gifts
from God?

1.20.

I wrote my
own artist
agreement
Blending the
four primal
colours of war

I’m rewriting
the treaties
Remixes of
aphrodisiacs
My remedies
for life keep
giving me
success

Call me Aphrodite chain smoking
cigarettes
The Lone Orchid of frost bitten
sunsets

I’m the only
one in
one of
a kind
A one hit
wonder that
echos forever
with time

Mesmerizing
Gods and
consolations
I am the
Divine
inspiration

This weak
ecosystem has
made me
vicious again
I wanna see
people get
a bit more
independent

Remove their
denial
See the truth
in the ways
of survival

This is next
level chest
and I’m always
six steps
ahead
When I’m behind
that’s when I
attack at
my best

My bullet proof
**** rate
I’ll take you
out by the neck

Call me up
Say what?

I’ll always be
that crazy
****
saying whatever
it is I want

Ring.Ring.
My telephone
never stops
And I’m never
picking it up
Later I might
hit you
back up

Right now
I’m busy
getting
unplugged

1.19.

It’s been
thirty three days
since I had a my
last nightmare

I still have my
dreams of
realities
soon to come
What I see
there
is far more
frightening
then any
nightmare
you can dream of

This is why my
presence
has become so
haunting
When I speak of
the things
I have seen
Memories of
my voice engraved
forever in your
thoughts
Like silk tainted
with burn marks

I am the fire
that lives inside
you
When your soul has
become burnt out
I will call it my home
Try to defeat me
I will take you down
from  within

All your bottled up
desires
I will turn into a exotic
perfume
That’s how I know
You’ll be back soon

My infections ways
Defective tapes
As I examined back
in time
I realized
I was my own saviour

It’s so hard
to be a Saint
when you’re
this good of a
Sinner
Yet a bad
Sinner trying to
become a
Saint
Neither black nor white
Neither light nor darkness
I am not the space either
But the space
between the space

A woman gone Grey

An rouge observer of what is to come

This is why
my beauty terrifies
You have seen me
before
Everywhere
In dreams and memories
of make believe
In magazines and
works of art
A timeless beauty
Flawed and adored
Boughten of the
shelves
of dusty stores

I have become a
bi product of
provocative thoughts
A alluring fantasy
of a collective humanity
That seduced you
into believing
I was something
I was not

That’s why my
words
you will put on your
grave

I am the first
to wake up
And the last
to fall asleep
Can anyone tell me
Who I have become?

1.17.

Frozen open
backpacks
Hand prints on
the wall
I’m my own
best friend
My best friend
is a *****

When people
complain
over those
ditch weeds
We see
the beauty
in orange
tiger lilies

We hate
the cold
But love
the frost
on dead
trees

My only
saviour was
your kitchen
table

Because of you
I wake up
and plot ways
to get
rich and
famous

I’ll follow
the tracks
To the station
South East
I’ll hijack
the railway
On each train
your name
I’ll graffiti

From ocean
to forest
Mountains to
snowy sea
I’ll show
the whole
world
Your love
gives me
reason to
breath