God bless freedom of speech.
Giving you the freedom to preach,
breaching barriers of peace, for the agenda you seek.
With venom in your words, spoken with passion to your herd.
A barrage of hate 24/7.
In false hope for a false heaven, standing in no mans land holding an ak47.
In their ignorance you find bliss.
As softly as a kiss, you sink in your knife and give it a twist.
Raising a finger to the sky, spouting lie after lie, leading men women and children to die. Leaving mothers to cry..until the last cry fades in the breeze..
Until even god is on his knees.
Cursing his hands for moulding your disease.
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False Prophets
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Glad we met line
Riding down the stairs
Ignoring all the stares
Caressing all the way
No fear of PDA
Stumbling through the train
With one thing on my brain
Following the sway of her hips
Eyes drawn to her lips
Stops go by in a haze
Feels like a minute
May have been days
So sexy is this miss
So moreish is her kiss
Once again I miss dinner
Because I followed her to Pinner
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Cardboard castle
They call him a waster
A tramp with no purpose
Vacantly gazing
Shuffling in a vacuous meander
They don’t slow their steps
Take a moment to see
That his eyes aren’t empty
Burdened with a sadness
Hopes and feelings like all men
With tales of trials and triumphs
Torn and tattered
Sitting on his cardboard throne
Reflecting on his kingdom of solitude
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Stumbling on the Kwai
We, the 1st batallion of decadence walked in your path.
Forged through kinship among scarlett tears; laid on foundations of fallen brothers.
Across this slumbering beast, above the surging kwai.
Suffering from intoxication. We the 1st batallion of decadence, meandered in your path.
Atop this iron giant, where once our fathers stood.
Astride the mighty kwai, that once our fathers feared.
We, the first batallion of decadence, marched in the shadow of your sacrifice.
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The shoes with flashing lights
Mum please
But they’re so cool
Look they flash!
Mum, don’t be so cruelYou have thirty pounds
I saw it in that bill
When you counted out the coppers
For the lady on the tillRed lights mum, look!
Please mum don’t be tight
I won’t play footie in them
I won’t let them out of sightMum why do you look sad?
Is it because you want them too?
Cheer up mum come on
You never get me anything newI won’t ask for anything else
Even on my birthday, nothing…
Yes! Thanks mum your the best
I knew you were only playingSize 3s please
In white and blue
No-ones got these
I’m gonna look well coolHold on
Why did you put that handbag down?
You said you saved up for it
Mum, that’s why we came to townOk, how do I look?
Mum? Don’t you like them?
They’re well mint
That handbag though..
You’ve wanted that since way back whenWhen I wanted the lion king video
You put the handbag down
When my bike broke
You put the handbag down
That time I wanted Gregg’s
Again you put the handbag down
No mum,
Not this time aroundThat handbag is nicer
It brings out your eyes
I want to make you smile mum
You always say it’s ok
Though you tell me its wrong to lieI wish I was that kid again mum
I wish you never had to lie
Mum you did so much for us
Yet we never even tried.
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Swifts
As you turned south in the cold, my swifts lingered unknowing.
Acrobats of the sky, they looped and danced in the setting sun.
Not sensing the cool winds approaching, nor the distance you had flown.
All that remained were feathers, blown from an unfinished nest.
If my swifts landed for a moment, the question I would ask is; did they feel your warmth up high?
Did they understand the glow in your eyes?
Now in colder times, I question every raindrop if it ever touched your skin.
I clutch at the breeze and ask if it’s carried your voice.
My swifts flew so high, they forgot to look down.
Too proud to realise it was the wind that held them aloft.
The same wind on which you flew away
The same wind that whispered your goodbyes
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Saaqi (Barkeep)
Barkeep give me one more
That’s all I need I swear
Just another drop
Bittersweet in its delivery
Warming the throat
Wetting the eyes
The perfect disguise
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Jubilee line
Burgers, brogues, bleating kids
The worst play I’ve paid for
An endless ensemble
Entering, exiting…exasperating!
A sensory explosion of the vomiting kind
Sticky handles…
Nice.
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Sunday Blues
Today I sing the blues
I lost my girl to a bad deed
Today I sing the blues
I’m the bluest of blues indeedShe gave me love like a flame
The fire in my heart burned for her
She gave me love like a flame
But like a foolish man I turned from her[hook]
She was my baby and now I cry
She was my baby and now I cry!
I used to kiss her goodmorning
Now I can’t even kiss her goodbyeYesterday I seen my baby walkin’
I see my baby walkin’ away
She used to walk her sexy walk with me
Not no more since I done betrayedDear God what am I to do?
What am I to do without my baby?
I just want to hold her so tight lord
But my baby, my baby says we’re throughShe was my baby and now I cry
She was my baby and now I cry!
I used to kiss her goodmorning
Now I can’t even kiss her goodbyeI was no good
Thats right! I said I was no good
I played with my baby’s heart
I didnt do what a good man shouldI loved my darling
Lord I loved my baby so
Love that I never showed
Now my baby’s tellin’ me,
She tellin’ me I gotta goShe was my baby and now I cry
She was my baby and now I cry!
I used to kiss her goodmorning
Now I can’t even kiss her goodbye
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South London soul
Once upon a time
Not too long ago
In deepest darkest Peckham
Where life’s kinda slowFive boys turned up
All ready to mingle
Jokers the lot of them
There’s a reason they’re singleThe sound was James Brown
Funkin’ hipsters in snapbacks
Singing ‘It’s a mans world’
Two-stepping to PaybackThere was bounty of beauties
Some cool and some bitchy
Some with lip hair, kinda like Lionel RichieMore mules than jewels
But the boys weren’t fussed
Full of night fever
Brains drunk on lustThe time now 4am
And the women were sparse
The boys kept on hustling
A complete tour-de-farceOne finally cracked it
He bagged him a lady
She whispered in his ear
‘Oooh I love to love you baby’5 in the morning
The crowd was looking drab
What’s the answer?
What’s the question?
Is it cab or kebab?Now the story ends
As the dawn creeps closer
Stumbling outside, feeling cold and sober
Alone and hungover, walked one of the jokers
All of a sudden, there’s a tap on his shoulder
Startled by the touch, even more by the odour
His bleary eyes settle on a gurning ogreHer skin was scales and her nose was runny
‘I’ll lick your bumhole sir, just gimme some money’The joker heard enough
He turned and made a dash
The ogre followed screaming
‘Please I need the cash!’Just another night in crackwhore heaven
Where soul meets the dole
Welcome to Peckham 🙂
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The fake aces
Time is a healer
But there is no pain
So sublime is the dealer
I love playing this gameThe tide isn’t turning
And my will is weak
This hand isn’t earning
I will lose this streakThere is no skill
Instincts at play
Eyes locked until
One blink betraysTurning up the cards
Revealing stone faces
Under the dealers regard
I play them as acesAblaze in the darkness
The spotlight hums
Testing my sharpness
Play smart or play dumb?But the dealer is smarter
The epitomy of wit
With this hand could I barter?
Or fold and submit?Down the river we travel
A swell of crimson shades
Alas my hand unravels
You bail with buckets not spadesTime is a healer
But there is no pain
So sublime is the dealer
I love playing this game
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Goodnight smile
Stumbling through clouds,
hanging low on your brow
The weight grows
The weight grows
Distant lights silhouette you
Shadows linger
Pinholes replace the aura
Ashes of a sublime corona
Heavy legs, tread carefully
Tight chest, just breathe
The smile was loaned
You have to pay it back
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The Train
The train in silent majesty
Easing along till it ceased
Settling in by the window
I await the visual feastThe train beginning to rumble
Cantering gently into its stride
The scene begins to emerge
Carved in two by the tracks divideIn the distance a settled picture
Rippling clouds in a perfect blue
Unlike the immediate chaos
Blighting a bountiful viewDeciphering what’s before me
In honesty more an attempt
Cocooned in the blur of colour
My senses begin to relentDaydreaming I begin to wonder
Awaiting the journeys end
The train begins to slow
Yet this stop I must transcendThe beauty of this place
Enveloped me in a breath
Stealing the air from within me
So enticing in it’s undressAt once tranquil and exciting
The doors open to reveal more
Crumbling fast I want to wander
So powerful is the rapportAlas I remain seated
Eyes down to stay calm
This is not my destination
I play with the ticket in my palm
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The pixie of havoc
On a breeze from afar
Through a door left ajar
Came crashing the pixie of havocThe room now alight
With this delicate delight
From her sapphire stare
In their magnificent glare
I was transfixed by the pixie of havocOvercome by the prospect
Though the creature is suspect
Unaware of her name
Drawn into her flame
I was immersed by the pixie of havocSilken wings blew a breeze
Such a giggling tease
Fluttering up to my face
Leaning into embrace
I succumbed to the pixie of havocA provocative kiss
From this diminutive miss
Drew thoughts so impure
For she was far from demure
Who was this pixie of havoc?Dazed by seduction
I missed the destruction
Though I knew all along
This was all sorts of wrong
I fell back to the floor
As she flew out of the door
I smiled farewell to the pixie of havoc.
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Tribute
A doorway, an opening, a way out
A place where echoes are lost
Where the sun kisses the horizon;
the clouds whisper dreams the breeze carried in
Where eloquence conveys intricacies with simplicity
A cave for the coward and podium for the pompous
Allowing the dreamer to fly, the heartbroken to cry
and the madman to die.
The poem.
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Commuting blues
I walked to the tube this morning
The sunshine blinded my eyes
I walked to the tube this morning
I left my oyster at home
So the barrier won’t be satisfiedI was going to be late people!
Time was no friend of mine
I was going to be late lord
And to buy a new ticket
I didn’t even have a dimeSo Imma turn back baby
Turn back and head on home
Imma turn my back baby!
I’ll call the bossman,
And cough down the phone!
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Forgotten
How sad the way it fades
Once cherished moments
Once inseparable
Once at oneSo it is and so it remains
An insignificance of history
A blot, barely a mark in time
Its last breath lost in the breezeYet in every breeze I recall you
In its chill I feel your embrace
Arms I cannot remember
Hands I’ve long forgotten
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Unmasked
To a fanfare and a cheer
Comes the pinnacle of this parade
Dressed in his fineries
Please welcome
The king of the masqueradeRevered and respected
A fine spectacle indeed
Each act evokes,
All you could ask
All you could needAdmiration for the mask
The man, merely its stage
Honest eyes hidden,
Within the shadows of charadeYet the audience assumes
The audience wants more
But the show must end
The mask slips to the floor
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When I’m old
Walking tall, slick hair glistening
Spouting pretence like everyone is listeningA peacock a strutting fool
Professing though still at schoolRiding on charisma and a smile
Substance is only for abuse
It’s all about styleBut one day the words fail
And all assurances grow staleTired eyes replace the sleaze
Gasping for air,
too many treesWhen all that I am has gone
When every ounce is sold
Promise me one thing
Still be my girl when I’m old.
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