A poet without a style
A heart without a chest
A being without a world
A roaming ghost a *****
An oyster seeks a shell
An orca stuck ashore
so far away from sea
A wandering soul that roams
and seeks a body so

As she moves to the rhythm of my pulsating rays
Playfully teasing under my gaze
Intoxicating hills, mountains, ripples and waves
Covered by 3/4 ths overlays
The mental visual plays.
Finger lumens caress and rove
Flick and probe
tickle and pinch
Patiently exploring every square inch.
A galactic minx
Bringing me to brinks
Prospecting her nectar for energy drinks
Spin at a terrific speed changeable and swift indeed
her winds will cut in a storm
Yet the right currents keep her warm
Spinning in orbit at 93 still in full form
To know the cipher and understand the God
ahm smiling at her curves.
**** it’s hard
could shatter light into shards
Transforming crystals to stars
must dip in her dew
It’s mountin’ and this fountain
bout to spit atomic stew
nucleatin’ and hydratin’
keepin up with her gyratin’
vibratin’, shakin’ and quakin’
Osiris’ rod cleavin’ into her sod
spewin’ ray seed in clods
a spectrum of dust
It’s a must to keep her satient with love, no lust…

– Haakim Understanding

Irony and Karma,
Sadistic twins of fate
All up in your face
After all the moves you had to make

Just when victory looms
POP!
Lit cigarette to your balloon...

Twin bullies slap boxin at the end of the tunnel
Play fightin in the light at the tip of the funnel
Waiting for you as you spiral down about to be pummeled

Irony dodgin blows
But you keep swinging
Karma half Laughin
Half singing
"MERRY GO ROUN' N ROUN'..."
Like a demented AL B Sure

You tryina even the score
Not enough energy in store

"I need a second wind" you implore
Blood sweat and tears bubble in your core
Gittin' back on your feet is a struggle- a chore

"I've been on this Street before " you hear yourself murmur
Feeling weak and sore
On your hands and knees
Body bruised, nerves raw

Spit out teeth, a chunk of skin from your lip
Tryina see but your eyes are slits

Call Irony a punk
Karma a btch
They got this round
But you know this ain't it
They can't make you give up
Don't back down
Not a bit
This is life
Ha ha
I love this sht


Haakim Understanding (C) 2017

Ever humble
***** on my square
Keeping perspective
Always aware
Time on a tear
Drag racing
Dragging along
Light pacing
Centrifugal stillness
Stuck in the realness
And shock of it all
Orbit of this ball
The gravity
The gravity
It's grabbin me
So glad to be
Grounded by faint calls of trajectory
There's a plan but there's no directory
Horizon the point at the edge of the fall
The vastness and range
Still kinda strange
It's what's so humbling
Fall back
Re arrange...

© Haakim Understanding 2017...

I wanna get to know you.
The real you,
The you that doubts herself every time she looks into the mirror and just sees scars.
Open up that fragile side of you, I'm yearning to understand it's ins and outs.
I wanna know the parts you don't show those idiots and fools.
The ones who don't listen to your spirit move.
They claim to love you but do they know in which direction your soul will inevitably move at the sound of your favourite tune?
I too may be classified as a one of em fools, but truth truthfully speaking I'm in tune with the tune that's sets your soul on fire.
I've spent split seconds of each day trying to work out how much of myself to sacrifice to you in order to see or hear you smile.
See I can hear it when you smile, you try to hide it so well but there's a sound you let out and oh God,my God even though I have not yet found it's definition but I'm quite certain my existence is somehow intensely complete when I hear it.
Can we get our melodies in tune?, forgive me Im guilty for liking your groove.
Dare I say your heart beat takes me to the moon, yours is the only rhythm I hear in any room.  
Every time you smile I hear angels sing, you have no idea the joy your voice brings.
Your silence isn't my peace, give me your melody so our hearts can sync.
Keep me content by interlocking our souls,
I exist for you, whether you know it or not, I'm whole and at peace at the thought of you.
Don't end the rhythm please speak, make a sound or just sigh.
You make my heart feel like it's stuck in the sky
Let me in, make me whole
Let me write a song for your soul.
I want us to embody the perfect verse, I want your body please forgive my thirst.

I limit my words because my actions don't catch up right on time.
I'm guilty of being late.
I admit.
And what hurts the most is that the receiver believes I'm incapable of matching the two.

I can't wait to have you watch me make myself beautiful for you.

Just to feel your body behind mine when I'm trying to fix my hair, or apply face cream.
To have you clip my bra or zip up my skirt just for you to unzit it again coz you couldn't bare the thought of me getting dressed so quickly without you indulging in what's yours.
See I want the little things that prepare me for the big things.

A part of me understood your silence when caught in the deep admiration of what you saw when you looked at me.
No it's not that I understood my own beauty, I took the time to understand yours whenever you couldn't blink in my presence
See you made staring at someone a sensual thing, it could never be rude when it was your eyes that couldn't look away.
You fixed your eyes on what you would say was "a breathtaking image of God's best creations" my reply at all time would be "aren't you one silly hopeless romantic"
Indeed your soul searched for belonging in the presence of the art you desired  desperately beyond comprehension.

I knew I aspired an artist within you to come alive whenever I undressed.
You were always caught up in the moment, I mean you grabbed my waist like the scars you saw were an invitation for you to come close,
You let your fingers trace each one as though you were slowly trying to make sure I love myself the way you love me.
You grabbed my **** with all its flaws like a scene from a **** movie, you wanted me and with one look I knew this was forever.
It was forever...