Kickin' all the way the Live Coolio
deep in ya Culo/
it's that Boy Yosef comin' with major Flavas/
with so Many Styles more than a Hair Doo Voodoo/
got ya eyes on ya know Who?/
so many ****** wanna Smoke me
Cuz im the New Joint/
puttin' sparks to ya Head ****** Red/
if u thinkin' about Frontin'' Me/
ill make u Crossover like EPMD/
Rap Fanatic since i was Swimmin' in the ******* the Mack Attack/
hittin' all your perspectives
im takin' out all the Primitives/
in the Rap Game Shoot ya Stick
try again my- Flows erected as a ****/
in between ***** *****
so take Chance it ya Want/
Watch the gun taunt
in ya Face  a sad Disgrace/
Slappin' a new taste
in ya Mouth i Dropped it
my Style can't be Competed
you Obsoleted
i'm Makin Profits the Funk Baby!!!!


Many Emcees sweet as a KitKats
so cut the Chit Chat/
cuz im bout to Splatter their careers into pieces
Gotthem Envisionin' Doubles
like Noah i Told ya
the Tru Soldier Rollin' Dogia/
marchin' to the Beat with my Vocal
a Tru Loco/
when i'm sippin E & J **** an Airplay pinin' Indo/
playin' suckas close like who's holdin' the most/
weight? Pushin' rhymes like weights
Loots stay Connected like freight Train Crates/i Dominate from all states
that's why they Call Me All-State/
but ya Ain't in Good Hands
-tryna Step to the Big Man
keep u heated galore like Afghanistan gettin' in that *** like Sand/
so take Stand and a Bow cuz im the Prowl/
for that Number One Slot
ya rhymes loose as Jar Jelly
**** what the critics tell me
"Mr Big Stuff" girls call me "Heavy D"
From then shaft that lays between me
the Funk Baby!!!

A day with you is saying good morning to the sun with cups of coffee. Long walks, but longer talks, and feeling tingly. Pillow fights on white sheets in underwear with yellow smileys; bacon and eggs and pancakes and sausage, and peanuts with no grease.

A day with you is seeing the dusk with rainbows. Chocolate ice creams and cones and mangoes; KitKats and Cadburys and Oreos, with Lego House and marshmallows. Or maybe cookies and cola and not milk, while I hold your hand of silk. Or maybe some singing or dancing or playing the guitar. Or painting a portrait of the moon and stars.

A day with you is a night in July and rainy. And kissing you with some hugging too and three spoonfuls of honey. Then I'll cradle you, with lights out, as you doze sweetly beside me. I'll hum you to sleep with tender pattings on the hips, and watch your eyelids fall gently.

Ace in the hole, I'm a ringer
**** slowing down, I'm much to eager
Won't be caught dead in a flesh filled suit
Hung up by my tie to dry
Dangling from the ceiling

I've got it figured out
In this game I'm a winner
That's the trade off when you can't down
A chicken dinner without
Feeling like a quitter because the last two bites got too much hot sauce on em...

You can say grow up
But I'll come back with **** that
Because I know that
That's just jalapenos and pineapples
KitKats and straw hats

You can't **** the rainbow if you're to stuck-up to raindance

.by now, just, plain, weird, but that's life... sometimes it has its magic, oh nothing spectacular... i once befriended a real outcast in school, who was into pokemon cards and finally fantasy VII... hunchback, really crooked teeth... well... the english sort of "crooked", that's what gets you in the deep water when associated with the french, the french critique of the english: bad teeth and the perpetual english cold... bad breath too... but i figured... might as well help the poor ****** in getting a C in double-standard science at a g.c.s.e. level, i even took graphic design and joined with him in making phone-cards for phoneboxes, back when that was a thing, alongside spare change... martin... martin elliker... as far as i'm concerned, he wasn't bullied... but my other fwend reminds me how i "bullied"... ****... forget his name... no, i just punched him once... when i heard that he ate dog **** because some girl said so and he thought he was going to get laid... bullying, or sense-bashing? take your pick. like today, poker-faced matthew... waiting in line at the supermarket cashiers, in front of me? mr. penguin... literally... no hollywood makeup... kitkats, wipes... and tangarines... altogether the whole lot worth about 40 quid... trousers too long, you couldn't even see the shoes... disorientated, clearly mentally ill... on the way out hand on the back and an inquiry: you're o.k.? he looks at me like he was woken up... razors... sorry, what? i need razors... the staff recruit runs up and i tell him: he's going back to buy some razors and shave... it's not even that beards are intimidating... then? alcoholic ginger ale... a bus driver with a conundrum... the road is too tight... so i orientate him to pass through... one of his wheels gets stuck in a traffic island crossing... but we manage... he goes through... and all this, prior to what? magic! i'm walking to my local shop... the sunset is hanging in the sky, or rather, a streak of sunset illuminating the clouds, moving slowly west... amber, cherry, plum, peaches, oranges, apples, pulp of passion fruit... i'm walking looking up... in the background a car filled with 20-something lads, one out them shouts to me, starts waving, i wave back... apparently... we share the same aesthetic demands of this world, or rather: we both appreciate it... drive-by: you're seeing what i'm seeing? yes, i am... and you also like what i'm seeing? yes, i am... a night of a full moon... nox regina... that's the fun part of the day... someone hollers at you from a car, someone younger, of the same ***, since you are aghast at the beauty of the sky come sunset and someone shares the same sentiments as you... i find that the most intimate relationships are founded in the realm where only strangers exist... and by intimate, and by strangers i'm also implying an intimiacy that only lasts between a few seconds or a few minutes... since strangers do not test their validity of reciprocated interests, one moment and it's universally mutual... which is sad... come toward the timeframe of "friendship" when the labyrinth is raised and all that ******* of: bwest fwend etc. *******... lineage and concerns for "authenticity" or... "allegiance"... today i made a friend... he was being driven and shouted out from the car... waved, i waved back, he spotted that i was looking at the clouds come sunset... to be honest? relativism... i shared more insight into this shared existence with that brief encounter, than i would ever, talking ******* with a fwend over a pint of beer. the end.

out of curiosity,
is the modern day equivalent
of owning a mobile
phone, akin to owning
a credit card?

   i played around with
credit spending in my early
20s, primarily to ensure
i had a credit score,

but after a while i just went
full debit...
         how, i managed,
to ward off using the credit
system,
   and instead,
   succumbing to a solely
debit system,
i'll never know...

      once i went into my bank,
lied about a family memeber
dying,
   being granted
      an overdraft limit,
subsequently spending it
over a period of 3 hours
in a brothel,
yet somehow, not gaining
access to a *******,
out of my own wish...

   'ello hermit-kind...
maybe still having a *******
allows me to...
   withhold certain
"unfulfilled" desires...
or maybe i'm just plain
boring...
  and my tastes are...
too...
            simplistic...
or maybe...
          i have allowed myself
to churn a "thought"
into a medium that requires
about as much as
the devil would allow
for two idle hands...
          
                otherwise... no...
i really don't know what
credit implies,
having followed strict debit
regulations...
   the last mobile phone
i ever owned was a...
      ha ha... a blueberry...
talk about "walking on water"
from circa 2007 through to
2019...
                
     i've simply returned
to the genesis story of the internet...
it's less a mobile environment,
and more an iron maiden fixed
point of "departure"...

   a "departure" of me,
sitting before a plank slate...
and irritating it with my words...
into a feud of valency...
    thinking being the prime
example...
   watching an authentic incel
mutter to himself,
and for me to hear,
while buying several bags
of crisps...

                'oh dear, oh dear',
like some white rabbit imitation...
there is no alice,
and there never will be:
any alice to begin with, savvy?
you your way, i toward mine,
i'm just here for the whiskey...
all of course,
as an afterthought...
        
              2 ******* hours of delirium,
revising that old fear
of biting my teeth together,
which would translate into
a quasi-epileptic fit,
   stemming from an electric
surge from my teeth
upon the clench, and
movement into my stomach,
gripping it with a fist-like
imitation grip, sending out
               shaking and shivering
within the confines
          of an ****** of pain...

        over the years...
i've come to understand pain,
to be the highest form of pleasure,
something that makes
a man either a stoic,
     or an erotomaniac...

          either bound to be between
the skulls and ribs...
or... among the oysters and mollusks
of a worth of genitals.

           ghost, by far,
the most melodic band these days...
               sooner or later
the cigarettes will run out,
and i'll still have a packet of tobacco
left in the hoard...
   how much will that be,
rolling tobacco once more.

It means something delicate
and light
in a way that seems too perfect for this world
and that is you
you seem to be too perfect for this world
as you glide across the surface
with your fingertips trailing behind
leaving a mark on all those who have had the honor to love you
you are ethereal

and every dandelion I pick reminds me of this
I take a deep breath to blow a wish
knowing that one day
we will make that wish come true.
You blew into my life one day
in your special way
and made everything better, made it all brighter
you are ethereal

maybe it wasn't you walking up the stairs to death
maybe it was me
and you were the light in the distance
and it is distance indeed
but every poetic word
every feeling spoken
brings the distance closer
closes it in
until it's just us, two of a kind, against the world
and that is simply magical

in just one month
I have learned a new kind of compassion
gained wondrous new knowledge
changed
for the better
and demons may leave you feeling incapable
KitKats may be inedible
you may feel unpresentable
but you are incredible
admirable
Ethereal

you are something out of this world
indescribable
and I know we have our differences
and they may outnumber the similar things
but it's the things we have in common that really count
like our love for helping others
bringing smiles to their faces
and our shared experience of parents
who believe candy and maturity are the cure to all wrong
And those are the things that matter.
A month ago,
I was lost.
I was broken.
I was unlovable.
And maybe I still am those things
but with you, it's all more bearable

you say you're too needy
and I cannot see
how someone so needed
can feel that they are a bother
because I need you
to always be there
to always keep breathing
so that One Day will be made possible
to keep being ethereal

You are like a rainstorm
you who is born from nature
who blew into my droughted life
in your ethereal way
you are a rainstorm
the lightning I watch from outside my window
the raindrops I twirl beneath my fingertips
the rainbow I admire after the storm has passed
the tree that I look at
the people I see in a different light
you taught me that!
you are everything that is too delicate
too light
too perfect for this world
too ethereal
to be real