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.

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.

A man filled with purity
From a God filled with Love.
Came with cleans hands,
From the discomfort of living up above.
A man with no iniquity,
Who only sees equality,
Obedient to what His Father asked of he,
Simply to save you and me.

Though His hands were clean and free of sin,
He had a passion to serve from deep within.
We ***** people,
muddy with hate,
Muddy with pride,
Daily we procrastinate.
He tainted His clean hands,
For the sake of our lives.

Willing to get His hands *****,
Something we do not do,
Though we are covered with dirt,
This we refuse to see.

***** hands,
Of Him who saved us,
***** hands of us who live without love.
***** hands of us who believe in God,
***** hands,
Idle.

Higher;
higher still
touching the sky,
on towers of finite currency.
How long does it last,
what is it worth
to be a member
of the bourgeoisie.

Head above water,
just getting by
ascribed or achieved wealth,
still living a lie.

Wealth above others
a sacrificial chamber
not what it's portrayed to be
but filled with lust,
loss and danger.

Faces of dignitary,
Laugh as they're spent.
While you invest in the world
and compare what you rent.

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.

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.

Love like wine --
Love like wine.
A love so sweet
Like grape from the vine,
From the vineyards of passion,
Where the fruits are plump;
Plump and fat,
Growing as the sun glistens on their skin.
No evil can breed in these roots,
For when the lights are dim,
The moonlight is a protector --
And love is never mute.

Love like wine --
Love like mine.
Organic, not fabricated
Though it may not stand the test of time,
For when my body decays,
And goes into another phase
Love cannot be sent --
There is no one to give it.
But may you ever read it,
And forever feel it.

A Sun upon your skin,
To the waves of your soul.
Caressing your heart,
Perfecting its art --
A wine tasting class
To taste a love of the future,
Making love in the future,
To share love of the past.

Beauty found in imperfection
Disdain sometimes found in a reflection,
Often segregated into their own section,
Behind these defects
Many are afraid to mention
The attraction they possess
Even under the skin.
Deep in the mind,
One may yet find
A heart yet to be signed,
Sealed or delivered.
One can only hope this tree of life within
Does not end up withered.
One with the eyes of a wise man
Is where the beauty lies,
One with the eyes of a bigot
May one day behold a surprise.

Humidity permeates the atmosphere,
A silhouette in the dark,
As it rides the pillar,
Moans of pleasure,
The sweetest music.

The head slides in,
Stretching the body,
Penetrating the mid drift.
The juice of a lady,
At the whim of gravity,
Glides across the shaft.

Strength of Hercules,
As the knife enters the skin.
Eyes look into the mind,
Fantasies of everlasting love,
As the upper lips
Perform *******.
Stress relief
For not one but two.
Juices secrete from one to another.
The day time friend,
The all night lover.

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.

Love like wine --
Love like wine.
A love so sweet
Like grape from the vine,
From the vineyards of passion,
Where the fruits are plump;
Plump and fat,
Growing as the sun glistens on their skin.
No evil can breed in these roots,
For when the lights are dim,
The moonlight is a protector --
And love is never mute.

Love like wine --
Love like mine.
Organic, not fabricated
Though it may not stand the test of time,
For when my body decays,
And goes into another phase
Love cannot be sent --
There is no one to give it.
But may you ever read it,
And forever feel it.

A Sun upon your skin,
To the waves of your soul.
Caressing your heart,
Perfecting its art --
A wine tasting class
To taste a love of the future,
Making love in the future,
To share love of the past.

Dynamite, dynamite
Put the light out.
The pigmented ones
for their freedom devout.

Dynamite, dynamite
Douse these flames
Years they have tried,
Converted their names.
Though we are the same
but differently tamed
to put out the fire
is their only desire.

The fuse shortens,
Heat ensues
Fear protrudes.
Douse the flame
before dynamite explodes.

Ash coats the skies that were once blue
A paintbrush of black over the green brand new.
The fire burns throughout the fields,
Destroying any enemy it deems unworthy of life.
Searing heat permeates the air,
Thick humidity pierces the lungs
Cages of smoke capture their vision,
While I run for hills
To escape this life circumcision.
Flesh upon bone and fabric upon flesh,
Burns both gracefully and with ferocity.
Their screams encompass the peace that once was Elysium.
There is no escape from this terror and fear,
For there is no refuge far, no refuge near
A place of sanctuary, no place for pain
Why would one come here to suffer these things again.
As this paradise burns to the ground,
I wonder what of those who wait to migrate,
To this place looking for peace, to only find death and despair.
They have nothing left to live for,
Only sorrow to bear,
For once their lives are over,
They have no resting place there.
No holy place of healing where their bodies can be renewed,
No fields or Sun so pure that their sins are memories refused.
What so they have to look towards
In their short time on that Earth,
Just a place for which their bodies lie,
Rotting beneath the hearth.

Ashes to ashes,
Dust to dust.
For life eternal
One no longer should lust.

Where are the endorphins?
Happiness devoid,
Empathy of the world around me,
Has been many years destroyed.
Where men, women, children and beasts
Roam the land of the living,
Indulging in empty, finite feasts.

Where are the endorphins
My mind isn't often,
Clasped within the reigns of a chastity belt
But allowed to roam free
Within the comfort of self-confidence,
And now my thoughts are minced
Never to formulate a plan,
And think "Yeah I'm the man".

Where are the endorphins?
I can see but I'm blind,
Not even trying to latch on to any comfort I find.
Missing out on the touch of another,
Feening for the passion and peace of a lover.

Where are the endorphins?
A chemical high,
At this point it would seem that this drug is a lie.
Happiness devoid,
Yet I still cannot avoid
This search for an invisible glee,
Which is a wish most probably now lost at sea,
A message in a bottle,
Simply reading "You shall never find me".

A tease comes and goes,
A sliver of cake,
A sip of fine wine,
But how long will it take to taste sweeter with time --
A portion satisfies for a short period
Much like in the novel 'The Iliad'
Where joy may endure for a day,
But once its time is up,
And I stand at the gate with crossed limbs,
The question unanswered remains;
Where are the endorphins?

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.

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.

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.

Two
Bodies caressing each other,
Complimenting the skin tones,
As they touch one another.

Perfectly synchronised,
The same but different.
A song so perfect,
It stays on repeat.
A melody so divine,
The dance is locked in your feet.
Their voice adds a sultry bass to your ear,
The rhythm of your heart,
Skips a beat.

The highs meet the lows,
And the ears begin to ***** up,
A love making duet you suppose.
To taste the sound of sweetness
to hear the emotion of love,
To see the chords of heat
To feel the harmonies of passion.

Mixes and blends
of the tongue-twisted music.
The emotions profound,
felt from tap and synth.
An audience of two
Hear the touch of rhythmic blues,
As the piano keys play,
And a guitar riff ensues.

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.

Singular and alone,
Where the darkness around it permits no life.
One with no face,
One with no race
One which has no merits,
No footsteps in the sands
For this one to be traced.

Silent and still,
A broken piece within
A broken whole.
Eyeless sockets look for a slice of pi,
But there is no three to be found from two,
For this is a place of one's.

Unable to be rescued from the darkness,
No voice to be heard of encouragement.
No life to be seen but the present
Confusion and doubt control the future.
A foundation built strong beneath the whole
Crumbles from beneath the weight of the black,
Darkness encompasses this single atom amidst the light of around him.

At the whim of no one but himself
He continues to dwell in the darkness,
Dancing to the melody of his own
Self composed song.

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.

The connection is cut,
That gave your life.
The connection is unbreakable,
that which gives you sustenance.

This sustenance gives you peace,
though in your infancy you give grief.
The life-giver feels a release,
to find their creation an extension of themselves
a thing of such beauty,
forever in their eyes.

Under the sun kissed moonlight
Which dapples the streets below,
A man leaves his life time employment
To go forth to his new temporary job.

Along the streets he lurked,
Like a thief in the night
Walking not by faith,
But instead by his sight.

Across the city 9 hours before dawn
He evades any face time
To avoid any wasted time
For he cannot be late,
Not on this date.

Under coincidental circumstances
He found this new job,
Around a few drinks,
A clever little minx.

Illumination by the queen of the night
Stolen by the king of the day,
Breathing life into this forbidden foray
A pillaging of the heart.

At the doors of his temporary career
Intentions in his mind much too clear.
Reaching inside the institution
Risking himself with no safety of income.

Into the office he put himself,
His presence made known
More than qualified
For his personal assistance.

The moon stares within the confines
Of this deep, seedy establishment.
Shining light on the dark proceedings
Which are about to proceed into the night.

Ready to work for his promotion,
Changing into his work attire,
Takes his seat in the workplace,
Planning to come second in this work race.
Forgetting his full time employers face
Moonlighting,
Under the moon light.

A sweet nicety
Though only tasted by those who deserve it,
Sharp as a thorn
If you ever mistreat it,
Then there is no way
that you can receive it.

Sweet,
Sweeter still.
Spice,
You'd strive to feel.
Sugar,
Only one can taste.
Love,
For only one's embrace.
A blessing,
Just to see her face.
Her eyes,
Of the purest light.
To wake up,
Within her sight.
A lift,
Akin to the highest height.

A baby born
into a world of light,
darker than them
who beheld her face.
Revered for her lack of beauty,
Destroyed for her lack of light.

Through toil & pain,
Heartache & rain,
Still no disdain
Was shown towards her oppressors.
Often her tears
Were akin to the Amazonian rivers,
Forever flowing,
But deep in the jungles of her heart.

As a caterpillar has beauty,
seen only by those who know it;
Her beauty lay within,
seen by only those who see past her skin.

So she must lay in her cocoon,
For as a flower she must bloom.

Time,
a machine
of death,
of life,
of beauty.
Uncontrollable,
Unfathomable.

When she comes around
A butterfly comes forth,
The beauty within
Is revealed to the world.

Black silk;
Once seen to be ugly,
Formed from cocoons
Reveal it's true wonder,
Beautiful Africa.

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.

To touch the skin of one,
To match the touch of two.
A reciprocated heat,
a touch of two flesh,
With the creation of one body.
Fluids of love,
Mixing
Binding
Digging deep,
Finding,
Whatever treasures lie beneath the waters.

Therapeutic,
A rhythmic click,
with each deep dive,
Perfect synchronisation
Creating the sweetest sensation,
Push,
With no hesitation.
No rest,
Full concentration.

As the moon rises and the sun hides,
With a promiscuous man in the night she rides.
Man of no merit
Man of no sight
Man who knows not how to do right.
His magnetism?
His wealth.
His mind not kind,
and nothing of worth.
But this woman finds him her way off this Earth.
Though not off of this planet but off of the ground
for she wishes for life not of the barrels end.

Her ascent not long-winded,
her mind led astray.
This man she once lived for
Gone as the moon in the middle of day.

As the dusk leaves and the dawn sits in place
she, found in another's embrace,
removes the tears that sit upon her bruised face.
Her mind is now broken,
her will is now gone.
Too often she thinks
He can do no wrong.
No lessons learnt
No wisdom gained.

In her mind in a desert she dwells,
all alone with no comfort,
No water, no well.

Inside,
Deep inside.
A fire erupts.
On the surface,
a fluid slips through the pores.
Protection & relief.

Black hole,
Insatiable,
Irresistible.
A pull of love
& a pull of lust,
a soft abyss,
isn’t it just.
A sweet candy,
A diamond in the rough,
Pink,
Akin to the one,
In the hand of Solomon Vandy.

1,000 stars,
Cannot match,
The heat emitted,
Without the restrictions,
Of a watch.