my hand around your throat
makes you melt against me
good boy
i purr
switch

your hand around my throat
makes my eyes flutter closed
and my mouth drop open
you release me and i open my eyes again
switch

all it takes this time is a look
i see your pupils dilate
and you open yourself to me once more
switch

when you bite my lip i can't bite back my moans
switch

you raise your arms above your head
switch

i love you
switch
i love you

like a switch
with its 1s and 0s
and its wires that stretch

wherein x may have gone
a linear timeline breathes
like a whisper, nothing more
if it hadn't, stills like static
take over and slumber,
dormant like fossils.

it is more of admiration
or of blissful comfort
when 1s dominate.
and i had clung on
for years to this switch,
and i had been happy.

although now i initiate the 0s
to further bond the wires
of our precious friendship

Sometimes i feel like I've been pushed away,
By all these thoughts that's on my brain,
It make me hear noises in my head,
Or have I become insane?,
How the hell do i run away?,
Is there a switch to turn off my mind?,
So I can finally be free from all those thoughts.

I have a switch inside
Flips so quick
I feel **** and sensual
Beautiful and free
Then slam reversal
The creeps barge in
I’m disgusting and gross
Smelly and fat
The words said are true
“Who would want you?”

So I engage myself
Some kind of battle
A rampage of sorts
Argumentative debates
Parts taking sides
Remembering all the hurts
The feels and thrills
This is all I deserve
Those words that might be true
“What part is really you?”

Tonight I’ve felt the switch go off fifteen hundred times

Swinging like a pendulum, crawling through the vines

I spoke in tongues of laughter in the fields of chlorimine

My bones are broken bruises as i'm missing you as mine

But I don’t want to go back to you.



I look up at squinting blue eyes in an autumn meadow

Stare at the widows in the aquamarine sky

I’m tired of it’s blinding rays
I'm tired of begging myself to be

More stable

More subtle

More sweet

Like a Valencia picture tacked up on to a cardboard wall

When I’m cracking around the edges

Of being the woman who I’m not again



I think I’ll just cry tonight

Through the cravings of my mania

On fascination street

******* and alive

Singing by the ocean

Trying to survive

I think I’ll just die tonight



They always leave me when I’m silent

Swerving on the highways

wild and fragile

Fading in to outer space

Losing track of time  



Tonight I’ve felt the switch go off fifteen hundred times

Swinging like a pendulum, crawling through the vines

But I don’t want to go back to you.

It REALLY Is...
An AMAZING Thing... !!!

To See How QUICK...
Some People SWITCH...
When PRESSURE Liks’... !!!

And NOT The Type of Pressure...
That Brings... BAD Weather... !!!

I Mean The Type...
That Affects Mankind... !!!
And Women TOO...
When They Switch Their Moods... !!!

In Times Like THESE...
Where A... VIRAL DISEASE...
Has... LOCKED DOWN Streets... !?!

It’s AMAZING To See...
How The LOSS of MONEY...

Has AFFECTED Heads...
Who CLAIM To Care Less...
About MONEY CHESTS And Bank Interest...

Because They SWITCH...
Like... IGNORANT Kids... !!!

When It Comes To CASH...
That They CAN’T Grab...
To Fulfil Their Plans...
To Do This And That...

It’s... Really SAD...
To See People Get MAD...
And... Start To Act...
Like An IGNORANT *****...
Who Is PRONE To SNITCH... !!!

Sometimes I DO WISH...
I Could Turn OFF The Switch...
That Inspires Scripts of Lyrics Like THIS... !!!

But The PROBLEM Is...
That It’s The Type of Gift...
That’s... HARD To Resist... !!!!!

When I Start To Think...
And Suddenly LINK...
My Thoughts With Ink...
Or Of Course... Typing...

Because of The SWITCH...
To TECHNOLOGICAL Things...
That Now EXIST Like This Virus Is... !!!

You See This Poetic Piece...
Has Been Inspired...
By The Things I’ve Seen...
Since This NEW DISEASE...

Has Started Putting OUT Fires...
of... Lives And Desires...

And BROKEN Dreams...
As Well As LIMITED Means...
of People Who NEED...
To Really Stay HEALTHY... !!!

Instead of Having To FEAR...
of Now Being TOO NEAR...

To... People Who...
Have Got THIS FLU... !!!

A SWITCH That In TRUTH...
Is Just NOT COOL... !!!
Because It’s Now REMOVED...

How We... TREAT...
The People We’d GREET...

BEFORE This Disease...
SWITCHED Societies...

To Be... DISTANCED Beings...
Whose Switch Is Leaning...
To... SWIFTLY DEMEANING...

... Historical Teachings...

Like Communicating...
WITHOUT All This... SPACING...
That’s Clearly FRUSTRATING...
A... LOT ot of Locations... !!!

Where They’ve HAD TO SWITCH...
Because They Were TOO QUICK...
To... RE-OPEN Things...

So Their Switch Now STINGS... !!!
And May Now Be Bringing...
A SWITCH In... THINKING...
As SECOND Waves...
Start To RAISE The STAKES...
ALL OVER The Place... !!!

Which Would Be A SHAME... !!!

Even Those Who CREATE...
Are SWITCHING In Ways...
That AREN’T So Great... !!!

Because They’re Trying To Play...
The Game In... NEW WAYS...

When Basically Things...
Will Remain The SAME... !!!

SWITCHING Up Names...
And SWITCHING Up Tracks...

Instead of Sticking To FACTS...
And NOT Trying To Act...
As If They’ve SWITCHED...
How It Is That They THINK... ?!?

I’m NOT Switching My Vibe...
From... REALITY Rhymes... !!!

Because... If The Cap FITS...
You KNOW You NEED To WEAR It... !!!

Because You CAN’T SWITCH Hit...
Like... BASEBALL Swings... !!!

Or Like Black Lives...
That Only Matter When We DIE... ?!?

By The Hands of A Guy...
Whose Skin Tone Is WHITE...
And Has POLICEMEN Ties... ?!?

That’s A SWITCH That MY MIND...
REALLY DOES NOT LIKE... !!!

What About Black Rhymes... ???
That DON’T Energise Vibes of Packing NINES...
And Running IGNORANT Lines About Gang Fights...
That SWITCH Like Tribes of The AFRICAN Type... !!!!!!!

That... DESTROY Lives...
And The Chance To UNITE...

I Mean... WHY OH WHY... ?!?

Do We SWITCH And Then DENY...
The TRUTH To Feed... LIES... !?!

In... Chatter That Matters...
About As Much As These SLAPPERS....
Or These... Young Gun Clappers... !!!!!!

Who SHOULD...
Choose To SWITCH Targets...
And STOP Being So HEARTLESS... !!!

And MAYBE Then Black Lives...
And The Minds of Whites...
Might SWITCH From Fights...
of The... RACIST Type... !!!

And Then Guys Like I...
WOULDN'T Have To Write...

About HYPOCRISY...
Within Our Human Breed...

Because We’d Learn To FORGIVE...
And NOT Have To Live...
Like Some Kind of SNITCH...

Who Is FAR TOO QUICK...
When PROBLEMS Persist...

To Start To TWITCH...

And Then SUDDENLY.....

........ “ SWITCH “.......

I have finally found it
a single switch to cure all my ailments.
Led by old heartaches whispering new phrases
and ancient fears with different faces.
Wary looks and tired eyes
aching bones and empty rooms
that rend my hopeless heart
and scar it afresh.

"You're not suited for each other"
and "you will fall out of love"
echoes down these dark halls
like an ominous sea
rearing back and baring teeth
before it swallows me whole.
And though I promise to walk away
should it ever be too much to bear,
I know. I know. I know.

I know it in my heart
that I will break with every step that carries me away.

And I am not sure what it is
that I feel anymore
because lost, hopeless, substandard
are the only words I can make out
among the deep ruts in my mind.
Even when I know
that once the words lovely, splendid and beautiful
were written on my skin.

Though I have no way of knowing,
I agonise, I rant and rave.
Could I do it? Would I be brave enough?
To shut down every thing I feel?