"strategical" poems
My hero is here
to save me
from the troubles
His strong arms and legs
His powerful mouth
His strategical brain
My hero was here
to save me and
He is here
to save me
from the troubles
Jan 18, 2015
Jan 18, 2015 at 9:18 AM UTC
Immaculate Breakfast
I should congratulate myself on choosing the Raisin stuffed and Lemon Drizzle Scones
Who else would?
Spill the milk gently into granola and berry cereal
And an Immaculate breakfast is laid out in front of me
Like a pastoral English farm valley disturbed by thunder in a Turner painting
Which makes you consider how the sunset depicted must have occurred on a Sunday and
you can almost hear the firebrand puritanical country church sermon that was lanced unto the congregation that morning.
But the sun's high and full of itself here-urban nature's reliable humblebrag.
Underwhelming Work Routine
The reason I doublebag tea -most apparent in its amber hue before the whisker of a milkdrop eases the cannonroll
Is that I need to be aware
Of my shortcomings-personal, financial, strategical, spinal, ****** lexical
While typing out this or the next sentence on a screen that could really do with some Mr Clean
-A line that sounded like it made far more sense in my head
A head that is probably in need of a good dose of Ms Benzedrine
A dilemma which lays the foundations of an oft shoddy, disingenuous, misappropriated, underwhelming work routine.
Oh, the work gets completed
just with far more of an effort and
far less of the breezy confidant
self-satisfaction than I originally intended.
And the tea needs to keep me awake
or else I would daydream restlessly, evoking
rats in cages who make political decisions and far away destinations where
I can at last make my life
completely redundant, or, whisper it, a success.
But that's the great kicker of working life, isn't it?
You make a meal out of the easy stuff
And wish the good bits didn't capture people's attention.
Sep 22, 2016
Sep 22, 2016 at 7:24 AM UTC
Scared , bruised and battered from the people that matter
Holding onto your faith visualizing Gods strategical patterns
& afterwards, small events make us roll backwards
Danger in anger makes the minor things we have not even matter
Actions lead to a reaction , consequences & sentencing
Imagine a better life living the life of actresses in movie scenes
Allow your mind to ponder while you relax your feet in water
Let every moment simmer while skies grow dimmer , tempuratures rising while you begin to shiver
Ask yourself why am I constantly in his picture
Never doubt the power behind your mind , your word, your scripture , your soul
Actually realize when you two fight? guilt swallows him whole
Yearning for motherly love , love became his drug
Making him ill inside , all he needs is a hug
Care free living isn't wise , no emotion in eyes , when he cries
highly capable ,more than beautiful , soul better than soul food , he says those words are you
Tip toeing in the direction of you , but before he makes his mark he thanks our father for you
Thank You for the beauty within her soul he says , & Thank You for eye sight & the roof over my head
I thank you father but i ask you for one more thing ?
Don't let me lose the woman that sings the rhythm I bring
Ready to end his prayer he kisses the bible & says amen
Everything written now glistens, since spoken into existense ,allow your mind to listen & find the piece of the puzzle missing
Feb 5, 2014
Feb 5, 2014 at 3:36 AM UTC
Am I more than just bones and blood and skin?
A device of wires and cell-ements?
A jester’s motley plucked from some King’s bin?
Or bolts and gears, a cluster of junk
Divinely tossed together
From what? The dump’s tickle-trunk?
Nay, better yet: pearls for eyes
And a mass of sinew’ed sand
Torn-roots for legs, Venus fly-traps for hands?
All oversimplifications for this, my assigned vehicle
Assembled in such a way, inexplicably strategical
This drawn by these dextrous digits
Deftly delegated by this complex cerebral contraption
Which egotistically instigated this imaginative introspection
Apr 10, 2013
Apr 10, 2013 at 10:59 AM UTC
Cheaper. An easier pill to swallow
The damage being offset
Creating room
Doing its bit
Cheaper. The lesser the poorer.
Demoralising to a point
Breaking down its own bonds
on elemental scale
separating
Cheaper. Recording all poisonous options
in a first book
Selecting two or three at a time
to move across
maps lines on the floor.
Cheaper. Strategical
Money Saving Bed Hopping
Toast of Castle Fortuna
Saved by righteous Londinium
and forgetful of wild efforts
Aug 19, 2016
Aug 19, 2016 at 7:21 PM UTC
You may think that I am famous
Can't recall my name but
You've seen me hang out with the stars
Believe me I'm right there with ya
I'm in their every picture
They don't know me but I know who they are
Thought it'd do me a world of good
To move out West to Hollywood
And try to get my name put up in lights
I myself see nothing wrong
Being the king of the Photo Bomb
Though I'm still matinee and not full price
When I see a major star
I run up to their fancy car
And kindly open up the door
They all give me the strangest glance
When they can't quite place me yet
They feel they've seen me somewhere before
I'm at the next table in the restaurant
Sitting smiling nonchalant
Big toothy grins when the flash bulbs go pop
I'm the guy by the swimming pool
In the Speedo looking cool
Waiting on the Photo Bomb to drop
Or the guy on the red carpet
Expertly placing my spinning head
At the perfect strategical angle
So when the picture does appear
In all the Major Rags for years
I'll be more famous than Charlie Rangel
Those of us that'll never make it
Can anyone really blame us
For trying to slide our way to the top
It's all I really know how to do
If you really must know the truth
My only claim to fame...the Photo Bomb
Sep 17, 2014
Sep 17, 2014 at 7:37 AM UTC
The need to be needed
is falsity alone
your journey is your rode
perfectly carved for your feet
intentionally prone to your stride
the repetition
the system
the matrix caving in and expanding as one
intertwined
***** dancing
the insult to be able to breathe
is a bullet to my gun
a breath taken before conceived
a birth before life begun
surround and bond the thieves
LETS THROW THEM TO THE WOLVES!
but the sheep are asleep
during the battle of the war
during the only chance to defeat
the front line that you've been assigned to
they put your very own flesh and blood
as an opponent
their horses are galloping with death
on their breath to find you
are you too blinded by the smoke from your guns or the smoke from your lungs?
the plots to dehumanize, destroy, and abandon your young
doesn't mind you?
Does the mysteries and fulfillment of the Most High not find you?
Peace and Wisdom are the most beautiful women
still awaiting for your attention
for your focus
this war we are fighting against our own flesh and blood is it worth it?
the man you are killing
the life you are stealing
do you know that is your brother?
that woman crying and dying over the lifeless body of her son, did you know that is your mother?
IF Yah was just
Please open your eyes and realize
His hands are on us
We are made in His Image
We are made in His Love
His living words breath right inside us
but you wont be able to see it until you wake up
wake up, soul
wake up
you've been asleep to long
the street lights are on
and it time to make up
for way that has been lost from the generations of slumber and strategical attacks to break up the most deepest fulfilling intimate connection that you will have in this present of a lifetime.
Nov 11, 2016
Nov 11, 2016 at 6:38 PM UTC