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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

A city of amnesia
On the streets cold,
Where memory of a past life haunts
The minds of those who dwell within.
A past life with which there is no memory of.
What came before no one knows
All that is known is what comes now
For no one knows what comes next.

Negotiations occur,
Through a man of a past life.
With time in motion
One stirs,
To discover what the city holds dear.
Paradigm City,
Paradox City.
For its streets are absurd,
And its domes are extravagant.
Its event shrouded in disbelief,
But it may still be true.

A city of amnesia
On the streets cold,
...

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.

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.

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 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.

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.

An unlikely pair
of equal beauty.
Art of two forms,
rarely seen together.
Visio-Audio,
Stimulation,
Communication,
Synesthetic fusion,
Joy amongst confusion.

Every word,
Brings forth a stroke of imagination,
every beat,
an unmatchable sensation.

Hues of music,
a trance in your mind.
An eclectic sound painting,
A dance of grandeur.

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 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.

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.

When we kissed,
Love between our lips,
Hers so supple, soft as the finest silk
Emotions raw,
Lights off
Hearts racing,
Wry smiles stretching across our faces,
Passion lifts the fog of inhibition.
Magnificence,
Eloquence passes the lips day by day --
Tonight pleasure passes those lips of mine.
With one kiss,
Until dawns first light
She stays within my sight.

One kiss,
Those lips,
Her hips,
Mine eyes,
Love ties.

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?

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.

Young miss,
I pray thee,
Please do not
Forsake me.

Young miss,
I want you,
Tell me what
I must do.

Young miss,
My soul burns,
For your touch
My heart yearns.

Young miss,
My eyes zoom,
To the future where our baby lies
In your womb.

Young miss,
Do not fret,
Be not afraid
My heart's set.

Young miss,
Believe in me,
have faith
And you shall see.

Young miss,
By your throne,
Shall I stand strong
I'll not roam.

Young miss,
Your eyes capture,
My mind, body, soul
A divine rapture.

Young miss,
Oh, your past?
I dwell in the future,
For time does not last.

Young miss,
I'm only one man,
But for you I will
Do what I can.

Young miss,
I have, not much --
But from a reciprocated touch
Blooms a reciprocated love.

Young miss,
I pray thee,
Take my hand,
And let's flee.

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.