before the world i stand as woman, African queen
exotic beauty, strong, tough and resourceful
there in lies the damest of all that bind me to a cruel fate
"Africa, the birth place of mankind"
her daughters, slaughtered,mutilated and, raised to feel inferior
relaxers, skin lighting cream, weaves, wigs, diets
raised by western thinkers, propaganda splashed on the soap box
forced to work for the rich and powerful plastic people
forced watered down music

i dream of a world lead by African queen's
confident in there velvet cream skin
loving afro hair
swagging there bustyness with pride
no more selling our bodies for west
taking pride in being different

I sit on the rooftop of my home
above the city traffic breezing through
the stark streets, their shadowed tires
playing various musical notes upon the
glorious surface, swirling smoke from engines
twisting and twirling in the rising air, the deep
shifting sun wearing it’s majestic crown, gazing
at the beautiful scenery glittering in its eyesight,
my bright brown eyes staring at a mountain
of lyrical content, a stunning sheet filled with
blazing melodies, a magnificent instrument strumming
its skills upon a drumming landscape, an amazing vocal
pattern hip-hopping into a dominion of amplifying layers,
each time changing into a collection of crystal clears,
resurrecting a roaring sea of swagging infinities flying
into future constellations, while suntanned trees swing
a swift beat, rocking in outer worlds far from earth,
marching leaves sinking in magical passion and dancing
dreams, breathing in the eternal existence of tranquility,
letting it seep inside their frames and intensify their minds,
letting its philosophy of uncharted depths exhale a wave
of genius creations, a glowing gem existing beyond Venus and Mars, further distant than any galaxies known to mankind.  As I sit on this creative platform of timeless brilliance, I can feel the echoing breeze whispering in my ears, its smooth monotone sounds stinging my soul,every essence of my being, igniting a fire spinning kingdom of raw and gritty poetry inside my heart.

The smoothness of your brown skin
captivates my soul, hazel eyes so bold
and beautiful, a palace of romance and
sensual dreams, shimmering beams and
nightlife gleams.  

His sweet lips touch my skin so
peacefully, melodic vowels and
fascinating sounds, deep channeling
languages of sheer temptations,
harmonic creations.

I can feel the music inside his chests,
the dynamic beats drumming endlessly
around Neptune and Jupiter, explosive
Mars, spinning dynasties over magical
majesties.

To run my fingers through his dashing
dreads, wavy locks upon my heart,
an aura of celestial instruments
intensifying my flow.

To inhale the lucid lyrics all over
his body, taking in his world of
magnificent nations – the upbeat
rhythms traveling through the
cityscape, the flashing light
posts standing in glorious delight,
the midnight skies of love over
divine cuddling.

The phenomenal poetry gliding
on top of the balcony.  The
shimmering syllables sparkling
in the air.  The brilliant metaphors
bursting in celebration.  The
vibrating alliteration pounding the
pavement.  The swagging similes
dancing in the night.

scaling
scaning
scrapping
scratching

shading
shaping
shifting
sh­ining

sketching
skining
skipping

swagging
swaping
switching

I soared into your blooming daffodils
of tender love, felt your electric blazing lips
meet mine, the spark so hot and hypnotic,
the way your hands pressed against my treasured
arms, the way I shuddered inside your
voluptuous vessel, your strong and passionate
chests filled with abundant transcendence,
guiding me towards the inner chambers
of your mind and soul.  Firm, flawlessly formed,
atomic rocking abs, starlight shoulders,
Venus gleaming in your drumbeating,
brick house thighs, legs full of love language,
drifting in your masculine symmetry,
your mansion majesty geometry,
your luminescent derivatives multiplying,
equating with my amorous existence.
stunningly scented biceps and triceps
filled with so much strength, soothing
subconsciousness, elements of creative
content, comforting literature and history,
****** art dipped in soft strawberries
And whipped cream, enticingly deep and sweet,
your body delivering enormously high heat
in my bloodstream, a moment of grandeur,
baritone bass voice, yet smoky and silvery.
I dived into your undulated creation, relishing
the taste of your honey love, addickted
to the anticipating beat of your hard swirling
stickshift, your splendiferous sausage
supremeness, enchantingly *****, a grand
slamming volcano exploding, holding
and stroking your shaft, basking in its infinite
seas and streams, wanting to choke on it,
swallow it, massage your hot *****, to think nothing
of it as it enters inside my mouth, bringing
me back to life, such power and reassurance
of a man, such an amazing canvas, an impassioned
invention gushing with boundless and steamy liquids,
jazzy instruments, a magnetic frequency shifting
in energy, seeping into your scenic and soulful
galaxy.  And your mouthwatering muscles
interrupted the equations recreating themselves
in my inner brain design, so salaciously seduced
by your spellbinding attractiveness, how your
whole body was my comfort zone, a place to lay
my head upon and feel the epitome of you
in me, transporting me to different destinations,
keeping me safe in your lustrous space,
your masculinity all astonishing and calling
me home to your **** swagging seas.

I saw Enid’s old man
go off into the Square
cigarette in his mouth
swagging on his way

I watched him
go down the *****
and out of sight
into the evening's
dimming light

Enid was on the balcony
just over the way
she waved to me

we met
on the concrete stairway
with the electric
light bulb above us

he's gone out then I see
I said

yes to the pub for a drink
she said

why did you watch him go?
miss him being there?

she looked up the stairs
then down the stairs
no just making sure
he went
she said softly

the light bulb showed
a bruise on her chin

been at you again?

she rubbed her chin
hit my chin on a door
she said

the door he pushed at you
or the door he pushed you into?

she said nothing
but walked up the stairs
to the balcony
outside my parents' flat

I followed her
she leaned over the edge
and gazed into the Square
it was quiet
the kids gone indoors
the moon bright in the sky
stars shining

it was an accident
she said
he didn't mean it

I studied her
the dark hair straggly
her dull dress
her eyes rabbit-like
in fear

mustn't tell no one
she said
looking at me

I won't
(I told my mother later)

she rubbed chin
with her fingers
it must be me
he doesn't hit
my big sister or brother
he glares at me
she added
in a whisper

I moved closer to her
she smelt of damp clothes

if I were bigger
I’d punch him
down the stairs
I said

you're 9
she said
he's 35 and twice your size  

I looked at her
and smiled
I had him in the sights
of my six-shooter gun
the other day
and when the cap went
BANG
he nigh on messed his pants

she laughed
then looked worried
did he see you?

he looked up
but couldn't see me
through the metal grill

she relaxed
and leaned her head
on my arm

next time
I’ll use my Wyatt Earp rifle
and get him in the back
she nodded
and I gazed
at the sky
turning black.

Being so vain just drives me insane
This obsession of appearance
Physical interference
Sad for me to think
That this is all that you think
Really just bowing down
To the normality of your crazy town
Being so vain,
Drives me insane
Another orange face clutching a clutch bag  swagging a wayward comedic dance
Locked in the dismissive illusion that has you spineless , and in a trance
No worries with caring
But is it really your insecurities you need to be sharing
Patchwork quilts adorn our high streets
The pain of who you are
Has you self harming and  your vanity is just helping to disguise the scar
Nothing like a good bit of Disruptive Pattern Material to fool the enemy
I suppose for some it must just be a camouflaged reality

He looked weird
With his long beard
Seems unshaven for many years

Walked like a turtle
With a shiny armor like metal
Hung around his neck were cups and kettle

Swagging with baby like steps
I heard Tip-a-tip-tap
With his walking stick and a whitered cap

I watched him from far
Away from my car
Hip-a-didal-do why you stare like am at a zoo

He mumbled loudly like a roar
From a lions cage somewhere at the core
I kept my pace to see him more

A small man perhaps a dwarf
Making his way towards the near wharf
I decided to head off

As I turned to go
He startled from behind
Saying Sip-aa-say-so

Leaving me speechless
With no clue
Of how he got me out of the blue

He taped his stick
And sat on a brick
He totally looked sick

I said "hello"
He replied "ello"
"I am a weird fellow"

He looked away
Far to the other way
Got up and started his weird song

Tip-a-tip-tap Tip-a-tip-tap
With a say of little
Here I see a cat in the middle
Whose with me...Whose with me
With cups and kettle
Sip-aa-say-so Sip-aa-say-so
With nowhere to go
Hip-a-didal-do Hip-a-didal-do
I have no clue...

©sim

I fell in love with your soul,
the spectacular waves rising
above sea within your flight,
a hypnotizing mountain of vast
rhymes reeling me inside your space
jam, your alluring maze running
through my membrane, traveling
incessantly within my shining ship,
sublime depths, deep vernacular
curling in the air.  Your mind
a glorious instrument, a vessel
of truth and direction, a swagging
symphony, a swagging kingdom
shining in the starbright skies,
soft syllables of sexalicious vibes
rolling on the roof of my mouth
as I closed my eyes and thought
about your dream essence, every
surface of your area a brilliant blue
light glowing in my sight.

Circling
Waiting
Sniffing
Preying
In for the ****
We all know one
Nothing better to do
Hated but sometimes loved
Monstrous but also as peaceful as a dove

Attack
Ripped
You had been tipped
Blood on the carpet yet to be cleaned
Off they swim with teeth that now gleam
Tails swagging as they have done their job
Everyone looking as they are the top ****
Nice as pie later on as they buy you a pint in the pub
You take it as its them but would really rather snub

For they are the ones who love they're own bark
A little fish who thinks they're as big as the Cutty Sark
Looking up they love you to know they are on the lark
As they are the ******* who ruins your day
For they are what we all know in life as

The Shark

JJB

Serpent inverting sense invoking smiles
Flash bone to the fruit of the knowing good
Taste of the sickening or urgent food
Swagging God to appetize necrophiles.
Serpent whispers war swallowing souls for miles
Each way as a starved out heavenly feud
Flames to ruin the body by bodies imbued
With gut lust the conflicted tongue riles.
A worm burrowing through to eat the turn
Will savor seed at core of maggot site,
Settled omnivorous as freshly found.
Selving **** to cocoon the worm it churn,
A hungry untasted hermaphrodite
Devouring dainty dead meat now renowned.

I could spend another night inside your dynasty,
listen to the small worlds within his soul
unite with mine, inventive fields, deep structures,
starry canvases, bright roadmaps, everything
within his swagging universe rising to perfection,
and I am falling deeper in love with his brown
chocolate delight, the graphs and diagrams
of his life, the brilliant blueprints inside his heart,
glowing like two lovers standing by the emerald
blue ocean, and I wanted to run my fingers
all across his royal ebony chests – a wheeling
king of sensual enchantment, glorious love
letters stamped around each of his jeweled
*******, the skin so appealing, his heart
beating in perfect synchronicity with mine,
his wild curly hair all shiny and dark – waves
of essential rhythms traveling towards the root
of my realm, the core of my corridor, and I
could kiss his thugalicious lips, feel the pink
designs sift into my mouth, taste his beautiful
memories, the prime of his creation shifting
towards the present days of his existence,
his smooth beard a glorious poem igniting  
my desires, igniting super-naughty thoughts
as I pressed my cheeks against his serene stubbles,
and I could see the magic in his brown eyes,
how each colorful depiction was hypnotized
by my touch, by the depths of my monumental
heavens, his thick city eyebrows soaring into great
distances beyond the seas, angled symmetry so
mesmerizing, coming alive in the brightest light,
and I knew I had him within my web of delicate
trails, helping him take off his clothes, placing
them gently on the living room sofa in front of us,
then laying by his side where the marble glass table
sparkles in our sight, the scintillating stars staring
at our masterpieces from the windowpane,
as I massaged his whole body down, working into his
luscious shoulders down to the beat of his feet,
his majesty everything I will take care of and never let go.

There was something hypnotic about his heart,
his astonishing arithmetic growing inside my dynasty,
his rhythmic oxygen running through my veins,
unraveling my existence, the heavens of my flesh,
magnifying his bright light within my cells,
taking me high above boundless oceans as I danced
to the beat of his hips, symphonic abs, studio
sensational chests, the accordion of his shoulders
bringing me to new and instrumental worlds,
everything shining like the melodic stars.
His seductive face a mansion of many fascinations,
light skin shining in a sea of immense symmetry,
city bright lips I wanted to feel and touch the vivid
vowels across its surface, the seamless lines making
its way to my soul, and I was addicted to his ****
handsomeness, his smooth chest hair rising in the breeze,
seeping within me as I embraced the arch of his back,
feeling bone and bone, his gleaming muscles inviting
me into his iridescent nation.  Heavy intoxication,
supreme swagging steam gleaming from his kingdom,
his cheeks and chin an infinity of romance amplifying
inside my existence, streetlight vibes moving deep
within his thrilling abs, his perfect body so sweet
and juicy, a riveting *** appeal making me sweat,
burn for his loving desire, the moonlight rising
inside his hazel eyes – so serene, so magnificent,
all radiant and colorful.  The sheer curve of his
captivating **** taking me into the deep woods
within his nature, feeling the thickness and depth
of his world inside my mouth, metaphorical veins
I could taste and lick the luscious chemistry from
and live another day surrounded by his thugging
hood soul, and I wanted to circle around the fluffy
clouds within his big head, the brilliant poetry
surfacing his huge *****, knowing that his touch
would always be a part of me, to know that his
harmonious stream was my reason for living
and breathing.

I have seen you before in my dreams,
crystal enchantment, electric frequencies,
ripe flesh bursting with luminous logic,
spitting hard gritty bars around the astonishing
stars, your soul sound playing underground
jams inside my world, baritone beats,
majestic tempos, dynamic content cruising
the coastline within your ocean.  Musical
notes oscillating and vibrating through your nation,
transportation of absolute equations, programmed
alliteration synching with my planet system,
more like equating with exhilarating Neptune
inside my essence.  Your composition
is the best rendition of love melodies
rocking the landscape, a oneness,
a perfect setting coinciding with my flight.
the iridescent notations wedged between
your geometry, glowing glossary indicating
vast intelligence.  I’m chained inside your time
vessel, hooked on your addictive chemistry,
slow stepping inside your sweet nectar,
taking in the sweet juices and invigorating
delights, your swagging symphony reeling
me into the inner stadiums of your existence,
groovy mazes, space light stations, mega
rocking skyscrapers, your instrumental abs
playing acoustics on my chests, inviting
me into your mansion of endless mountains,
giving me eternal pleasure.

I feel your vessel
of swagging style
sifting in my bones,
luscious warmth
and a thousand wishes,
delicious songs,
brilliantly unique
and satisfying.

I am a majestic instrument
shining in the spotlight,
a whirling rhythm on the tongue
sparkling with the moon’s moonlight
mansion, reciting midnight poetry
over brilliant chandelier lights,
speaking volumes of explosive
diction in the dazzling sky –
skiing on the surface of its boardwalk,
breathing in the harmonizing hip-hop,
beat-bopping lyrics floating in paradise,
swagging style and flow.  My body
jamming to the bassline, embracing
the upbeat boulevard vibes gliding
inside my mind.  My adrenaline
hips rocking on the dance floor,
sublime senses in sync with the street
soul pumping within the moonlight’s
dynasty.  I am a golden enchantment,
a thrilling symphony of blossoming
sound stations, mega mixing funk
cranking up the landscape as my eyes
fade away into space waves, the solar
frequencies of luminous love, emcee
magic sparking my cheeks, shifting me
beyond inner and outer vortexes beyond
the subconscious, swirling land masses
creating idolized masterpieces, swelling
sentences, booming verbs surfing along
honey-roasted stadiums, igniting angelic
truths and thoughts within the depths
of my existence.

I was lost in your ardor and harbor,
the radiant richness of your honey
sweet skin.  Your liptastic lips were
filled with a scent of splendid spice,
swallowing the shimmery streams
of your dreams.  Memories of your
swagging soldier vibes carrying me
deeper into the artful museums
of your gleaming greatness.  
Your canvas was magically rare,
too spellbinding to even describe,
your loving landscape, my only escape.

When you entered my tenderly plush vessel
with the powerful force of your erotically
hot rod, unleashing your thunderstorm
of shuddering vibrations, going deeper,
drowning in your sultry seas, bound
to you like glue, flying and crashing
into the unlocked doors of your castle,
grooving into the captivation of your
masculinity, your protectiveness all
over me.  And as your thrusts intensified,
your kisses so overwhelmingly sweet
like golden honey, like a melting chocolate
heart, seeping into the wings of your pleasant
handsomeness, I was so locked into you,
not desiring to be anywhere else but here.
I was losing my thoughts in you,
sifting in your heart-stopping naughtiness,
so softly slick, flushed, burning in your
steamy loveliness, and I was hung on you,
on your supersized sausage shaft, so lusciously
tasteful, so impressively muscled, and perfectly
shaped, to hold it in my hands, feel its hard,
meaty flesh resting in my palms, deepthroating
it, sinking in a trance, in the clouds of your
magically massive masterpiece, in the smoothness
and wetness of you, in your beautiful afterglow,
in your wonderful dreamworld driving me
into artistic depths beyond the soul.  
And I savored the vibrating detonations
coming from your towering mountain,
how you toured the corridors of my soul,
a heartfelt melody rhyming with my time zone,
a hypnotizingly harmonious longing, gliding
in the inevitable pleasures of you, moaning
in symphonic sounds, entwined with your
magnificently molded masculinity.
And your body was my eternity,
my home front, my happy place,
my gorgeous vacation spot, always
on my mind, always feening for your
**** swagging ***, how you disrupted
my mind with your untamed roughness,
gentleness, unconditional poetic flow,
outstanding eloquence, and slippery wet ecstasy.
I was unapologetically lost in the way
that you marveled at me, how far you
could enter my subconsciousness,
make me stutter with my words,
make me slip and fall into your alluring
patterns of extraordinary desires.

He was my spectacular kingdom,
wondrous arms, boundless poetry
glistening on the sea of his strong hands,
magical harmonies magnifying in his mouth,
his swagging chests pumped with hard soul.
Flashy abs holding magnificent oceans
of time, spinning horizons, great gleaming
galaxies, immense rhythms, the beautiful
skies of his world singing sweet syllables
inside my majestic city.  I loved the way
he walked and talked, how his body moved
me in the brightest light, my brown eyes
circling his jungle kingdom, the soft vowels
forming around his benevolent existence,
rapturous consonants curled within his cells,
colorful nouns and pronouns rising like green
leaves upon his supreme mountain.  He was
my deepest attraction reverberating in amazing
Saturn, his oxygen giving me life time and time
again, his grand clouds lifting me in space,
taking me away into higher grounds beyond
outer mazes, making my body burst into rainbow
enchantment.

I’d forgotten how much I loved staring at his
**** eyes, the curve of his magnificent lips,
contrasting symmetry reeling me into his
beautiful smile, the smoothness of his hands
all gloriously detailed, his invigorating cologne
so addictive, so calming to my heart.  He was
a perfect man with strong arms and shoulders,
ripped chests filled with **** tattoos, sleek abs
so enthralling, astonishing, soft thighs so flawlessly
formed.  How could I not stop loving him, wanting
him, longing to share a sweet kiss under the stars
and moonlight, the golden glow of the grassland
a remarkable scene streaming in my veins.
I loved everything about his world, his swagging
soul, his melanin fineness, the way he stepped
on the block, the way he made my heart feel
like it could fall apart, how my words felt
like they were freezing before I could even speak,
my dark brown eyes lost in him, wondering
how a man like him could look so **** gorgeous,
every perimeter of his physique so intriguing,
giving me a rush as I marveled at his majesty.
He was my heaven, a charming man, an intellectual
man that had me covered in his love, falling
deeper in his black magic, everything
that he stood for in life.

You had taken away my masculinity
and replaced it with feminine fancies,
shaking me up with your immense love.
I was soft and wet on the inside like a tide,
my chemistry sinking in your erupting
invention, my frequency overheating,
releasing steam in your stream.
I felt so helpless, feeling like I could
burst open like a crystal champagne bottle,
so drunk in love, staggering in your bed
of sandalwood scent.  I yearned to taste
the creamy lyrics of your masterful creation,
your mountain of knowledge and wisdom
as I dissolved into your astonishing humanness.  
I was a flourishing fountain of luscious
richness, a juicy fruit of strawberries,
pineapples and mangoes mixed,
subtly sensational, smelling like wild spice,
a symphonic nature of dancing rhythms
spinning with the planted green trees.
I fell into the depths of your glistening,
great rivers, immersed in a different lifetime
within your manhood, savoring the pleasing
scenes, your dreams that bring me to a place
where you draped my body in pearls, serving me
with kisses, breaking me apart in the poetic
darkness.  I burned with eagerness, imagining you
consuming me before you took me, imagining
your eyes staring at me as I bowed down to you,
digesting every fraction of your swagging soul.