Pure sweetness from natures *****,
It's true taste magnified by its beauty.
A Rose among nettles
Even a sample comes from a dreamscape of perfection.

Fresh from the combs of bee's,
A honey so thick,
An aroma so beautiful
It encompasses the mind
With the likeness of heaven itself.

Sugary sweet,
Like when two tongues meet
In a matrimonial ceremony of love.
There is no sweetness
Like the sweetness of
Brown sugar
Sugar that has been granted from up above.

Flesh between fabric,
Love between flesh.
Another flesh within your reach,
Not a flesh you call your own,
For they are alone
Waiting in your home.

While you were in your zone
your mind, clouded.
Confidence, boosted,
The latex, you used it,
But when you wake up
You find your essence ghosted.

Regret like a flood,
Drowns your eyes
every breath taken
Forms an inevitable sigh.

If all you have is one night,
an all-time friend
or a late night lover.

One night,
Fabricated pleasure takes physical form
Do you tell the one waiting,
Or protect them from harm.

One night,
With the reciprocated love you say you hold so close to your heart,
The one who forever longs to dance to your beat,
Do you risk the pain of being left in the street
or wait until the cracks open from beneath your feet.

Liquid gold,
The substance of purity filled with the testament to man's very genius.

Reliant on nothing but relied upon by all,
The very life force of Earth,
An infatuated Earth
with a love song dedicated
to the very existence of the sun,
For permeating its varied skin tone
Bringing it the moisture it desires.
What it deserves.

For what is taken for granted
is often the cause of great happiness.
Often unnoticed but never not present,
A commodity on this Earth but a long forgotten Godsend.

Believe it or not,
it’s water.

A seal,
Broken.
Unconditional trust,
Destroyed.
The line,
Crossed.

Sublime beauty contrasted by the blackness of betrayal
Left to deteriorate like a Rose in the devastating hail
An apple sweet and perfect as the day of Creation
With a core that has rotted though the hungry still crave for more.

What a time machine could do, would it still be done?
Or are we still caught up ignoring the love of the Son,
For an apple so much sweeter than what these trees can give,
A commodity would be if the box had yet stayed closed.

As the fallen stars impose upon us what we see as wealth,
And the works of "The Man" threaten to diminish our health,
We fail to see the potential of our self,
If only the box were left closed
And the boat was not rocked,
Beauty undefined
No metal unrefined
Our tool would be love,
In the skies up above.

Shooting stars or flashing lights.
Steps to Heaven or fancy flights.

Craft of man replaced with the craft of machine.
Metallic forests
Gleaming in sunlight,
Emitting the fumes that are choking humanity,
Ignored by the ones that have caused this calamity.

Suffered by those who are slave to the rich,
Trained to aim for the skies ending up stuck in a ditch.

Those unworthy like a pigmentation of the skin.
The freckles of society,
Those with a hidden worth,
Rejected by the top
A generational curse,
Never destined to stop.

In the space between spaces
An unchosen man dwells,
to make choice without choosing,
A ship without a sail.

A man with no expression,
A man with little zeal,
A man when only asked of him does he choose to feel.
Never is his allegiance limited to one,
Pleasing those that live under the sun.

Driven by uncertainty
Adaptive on command.
Like the letters in the sand
They have purpose for a while,
Forever they're rocking a fabricated smile.

The depth of a body of water on concrete.
The unchosen man does loiter,
But denies such coin featured, secretive behaviour
Like a guilty man next to his lawyers chair,
His spine begins to shiver.

Sustenance perfected,
Shield crafted by holiness
Broken by glaring life,
Pleasurable heat.
At the Earths crown
Most times a luxury,
In the Earth's cradle
Sometimes a burden.
Taken for granted,
Spoiled by man.
A most desirable setting,
With sea and with sand.

Sweet.
Sweeter still.
Tickling the tongue,
Numbing the body,
Surrounding the pillar,
Like a fruit dipped in sugar.

Sweetness and glory,
Morning or noon,
Noon to the dusk time,
From the moon to the Sun.

As an Aquarius climbs her Walls,
Walkers begin to shiver,
Teeth begin to clench.
Eyes roll back into the mind,
Oh but yet dig deeper
For any treasure we should find.

Humidity, with no rays.
A high, but no purple haze.
Precipitation with no sign of clouds,
A body of water in a body of water,
To be released onto this silk.
Like a lamp to be rubbed
There is only one wish,
If time could simply rewind.
Sweeter still.
Sweet.

Sweet the skin,
The taste of hazel,
Her eyes the colour of passion.
The curvature of her bones like the number of August.
The sheen of her body the colour of Spring.
Between her lips the warmth of an ocean
To be liberated from its dam of cotton.
Warm silk,
Thick, warm to the touch
Like the flesh of a peach,
Sweetness of a plum.

A lock to a key,
The sand to the sea.
Freedom --
And creation.

Humidity of the Amazon,
Sweat of the wild.
Intensity of fear
Gravitys pressure
Lost in space between flesh,
Covered in a flickering light
Just the outline in your sight.
Her body akin to mans best friend
Each nerve touched to the brainwaves sent,
Glee only seen by the twitch of the bottom kiss.

As the light protrudes through the window pane,
No interruptions,
No aubade.
Into the light,
To match heat emitted of the Sun.

The coldness of death a long-lasting rest,
Leaving with nothing
But waits for the best,
Nakedness in its last form.

A tenderness in the eyes,
Contours of wisdom etched in the flesh.
A generation of love soon to end,
On their ageing weak bodies no longer to depend.

A house made into a home
once was but now not alone
a life blessing in the form of new life.
Though joy they may bring
Still lives filled with strife
The home here is rife with love
Due to the time of a husband
The work of a son,
The care of a daughter,
And the faith of a wife.

At first sight a feeling of disdain
ends up with a kiss in the rain.

New friendships formed on a seemingly life-long journey.
Much was learned, much forgot.
Those that make impressions will still be part of the plot.

Her heart beats in your ears as you drift off to sleep.
Weightless in her arms.
Not a sound, not a peep.

The coldness of light when it first hits the eyes,
Coming with nothing
A bittersweet surprise,
Nakedness in its first form.

Beauty.
Undeniable.
To be longed for by many,
At times including I.
Motivations unknown,
Like a dove she has flown
In and out of the clouds of my life.
To come back wanting?
To leave longing?
The questions unanswered.
To her heart they long after
Hope time is not squandered
for her they long after,
but what shall I get?

A flower misunderstood,
A singular, lone in the jungle it stood.
Surrounded by towering trees,
Threatened with thievery by the species of bee's.
They use what they steal for their personal gain,
Leaving behind a flower with nothing
To find another both one and the same,
To strip it of all that this beauty is worth.

Not sure if this is finished or not...

Heaven sent for the weakness of flesh
a carpenter, teacher, came to live after death.
A knack for wood-craft at first look it would seem
but a knack for love and life creation
beneath the skin is His real craft.

Beneath the skin is your real craft.
On the surface what most would see as a means to an end.
Beneath the skin for someone their heart it could mend.

Something I wrote a while back.

I was there waiting my patience is fading
Waiting for you to come through, in my mind I now wonder,
What in the world happened to you,
I then start to think that maybe just maybe, you went and just left me alone,
I expect you to be there I expect you to know all that is going on,
With me not just yourself 'cause I can't do this on my own
I need recognition I need you to care,
You have in the past but I need you right here,
Now that I think I never asked once how you felt,
But you had those sweet words, those things that would make my heart melt,
I never paid attention, did I even care? Or was I hung up on feeling loved, helped, wanted.

The Phone Rings...

I needed to get ready, I needed to leave,
But she will understand if I tell her, she'll believe,
I need to get my mind right I know she needs help,
I can't let it get to me, I'm leaving.
The streets are cold, and my mind is hot,
Why did it happen to me? I wonder how she's doing, I should tell her I'm on my way,
I'm only round the corner, let me cross the road,
What’s that noise? What’s that light?
Later that night,
Her phone rings.
Her heart drops.

Rain falls.
Like the way a drop of water may change the course of a river,
How a seed planted not here but there may for some form of life provide shelter,
How something as simple as a smile may prevent a name on an obituary form,
The joy relief brings when your first, second or third child after 9 months is born,
When one attempts to separate themself from the confinements of society.
When you look into their eyes the truth is seen so in yours you say "Just lie to me",
Not because you love the way they lie but to stop the rain falling from your eyes.
When you say goodbye for the last time and a lump forms in your throat,
You know and they know too that when they're gone you may not cope.
When something as precious as time gains realisation through nothing but death,
When all you have is time how much do you really have left.
Like a single song in your heart which teleports you back to the start.
The choices you made to get paid, get known or even get laid.
How a flower is tall in one season and how it begins in another.
When you woke up this morning but you did not see,
Such a trivial thing as opportunity,
Like a heart or a beat,
A hello in the street.
Rain Falls.

The truth is I'm infatuated but I don't want to be,
The truth is I too often wear my heart on my sleeve,
The truth is there is so much doubt within my heart,
That when it comes to trust I'd have no idea of where to start,
I'm not talking about my family or my closest friends,
But I'm talking about those girls that wanna be more than them,
The truth is that I know that God is on my side,
But I still have doubts within my life so I try to hide,
The truth is I can't wait for this world to end,
It seems that all things in this world are a means to an end,
The truth is that the world is full of ignorance,
With people that just don't want to know for innocence,
The truth is life was made to once be easy,
But through our eyes and weaknesses we blatantly betrayed thee,
The truth is that even though we try we have an excuse not to try harder,
The truth is we do whatever we can to impress the world,
But we don't do enough to try and share the love of our Father.

Life is naught but a gimmick,
Is taken for granted,
And is a means of society proclaimed glory and greatness.
We blame God for the things that are wrong with this world when it falls only on us.
Do you miss when times were simple,
The small things mattered,
Women took pride in being flattered
And men took pride in their approach to these women.
Where life was more than a means to please,
But was something that we knew couldn't be passed with ease.
There were no cheat codes back then, life wasn't a game
There was less of a need for us to rise to fame.
There was less of a need to have the next best thing,
And couples took more pride in a diamond ring.
Big brother wasn't watching us and we felt no need to be watching it,
There was no place on the street where black boys felt they should loiter and sit.
The sun seemed brighter and winter was when winter was,
A woman did not feel she should change to what a man is,
They were quite content in keeping their vaginas.
Was it the fault of the hierarchy top
That gave the choice for them to just stop
Being what they're supposed to be
Or was it always in wanting and just I did not see.
Music was better; back then it had more meaning
To this day I still wonder what happened to it,
I think a few more years for more real music I'll be feening.
What happened to TV,
Cartoon Network,
BBC,
ITV,
What foolishness is on nowadays,
Made for us to judge other people on their looks,
Their talents and skills,
But let's see,
Who are we to look down on others who try,
Look down on yourself,
And about yourself just try not to lie.
What happened to game?
It seems that these days,
All we need is a pin not a key to the heart.
People claming to be in love,
But do you know what love is?
New girlfriend tomorrow,
Did you sign up to have kids?
What happened to love?
Not just for man but for God?
Do you not remember how He came through when you lost?
When you were alone,
Lust for life was but memory,
How you came through but thought it was on your own?
What happened to the world,
Tell me if you had a little girl,
Would you treat her like a pen,
Let her be used by whoever would ask,
Discard her once done with knowing she wouldn't last.
Or treat her like a flower in the desert,
Treasure and savour with hope it will last,
With love and a prayer,
That this moment is forever.

The walls of silk
Surround the pillar of flesh.
A connection where synapses form,
Bring forth a new perspective from the tomb.

Nestled in a tree high above what you can reach
As life changing a gift as the acquisition of speech.

Roots so deep formed into knots of oak
Climbing it a task as if only God spoke it
A vision of grandeur for only kings to know it
To be blessed by the breath it gives a story of its own
To have a beat of life itself would surely have a throne.

The climb to a feast,
A labour of love.
To bring back to the village
The symbol this one fruit embodies,
Would be a sign from the Heavens above.

The top is still hidden by the leaves in the wind,
To grip is becoming a chore
Surely to release at this height would result in the blackness beneath the floor.
The shimmering sun,
Now the thieving moonlight,
A long climb of Everest
Still no treasure in sight.

As the crow flies
There would be hope in my eyes
But to reach this prize
Would need the will of Leonidas.

A sweeter taste than what you can taste freely.
To feel such a wonder be pressed on my lips
Abandon? Pursue? Is the theme of this day
Taste it I may --
But no, not today.

From whips and chains
To whips and chains,
Earned by pigmentation.
Suffered through tribulation
Caused by the need for *******
Lead to the names of elders confusion
The game of deception
Lead to liberation.

A work for works sake,
Where all currency we make
Is born for the government to take.
A cycle of earnings and yearnings
Where earnings go to learnings,
And learnings go to younglings,
Younglings go to work,
And from work they live to buy things
And from these things come the taxings
Of all things to come.
With housing comes heating where water is needed.
These things to provide for the one to be marrying,
And a child she may be carrying which leads to more taxing,
And when this child grows and they don't need your waxing
So begins your pension and time for relaxing.
Living without fear of receiving the axing,

And your wrinkles now potent define all your moods
You may wish you had done what little other men could,
Stand tall where some other pioneer may have once stood,
But instead around the stump no room for a branch,
Locked in by the cycle
Left to pedal with no brakes.

Keys and notes.
Compliments of a king,
Through the halls the echoes ring.
Compliments of a queen,
Nothing to them they mean.

Keys and notes.
Compliments of a jester,
Nothing meant but to reject her.
Without her aware
He stops and stares
Not in her eyes
For those he lives to despise.
But through his mind to another,
To him a harmless loveless lover.

Keys and notes.
Compliments of a waiter,
Waiting for him to love her.
You'd think her a fool to serve him
But not much longer to his whim.
A secret key to her lock she's found
Running what was once blooming into the ground.

Keys and notes.
Compliments of one other,
For two too long the beat had suffered
Too long the keys out of tune,
Too long the notes out of sync with each other.
Better to play a lackluster tune
Or to just put an end to the song.