Can't butter these crumbs
Need to bunch into lumps
Small pieces don't slice even
Many bits very misleading
Need to knead my dough
Banking from bough to bough
I gotta run this bakery
Be a source eventually
I gotta get that rise
Survive the heat and demise
We won't burn just tanning
In the end we'll be in the tropics,
toasting!!!!
Wednesday, July 28, 2010
Thursday, July 22, 2010
COLOUR OF LOVE
What is the colour of your love?
RED Valentine red
Flowers that the growers bred?
BLUISH BLACK eye line
Scars and rings of time
What is the colour of your love?
BROWN nappy brown
Change and dust him down
GREEN Benjamin green
Cash flow the dollar dream
What is the colour of your love?
YELLOW fear future unclear
Daily play truth or dare
WHITE peaceful white
Blessings in disguise
What is the colour of your love?
GREEN youthful green
New beginnings machine clean
ORANGE traffic orange
Cautious steps into the strange
RED Valentine red
Flowers that the growers bred?
BLUISH BLACK eye line
Scars and rings of time
What is the colour of your love?
BROWN nappy brown
Change and dust him down
GREEN Benjamin green
Cash flow the dollar dream
What is the colour of your love?
YELLOW fear future unclear
Daily play truth or dare
WHITE peaceful white
Blessings in disguise
What is the colour of your love?
GREEN youthful green
New beginnings machine clean
ORANGE traffic orange
Cautious steps into the strange
Monday, July 12, 2010
ANECDOTE
I feel pain man cause I can't speak on them
that's why I write so many poems so you can sleep on them
scars for tattoos to keep yesterday's setback driving
pain is not the only thing my black skin is hiding.....
Rhyming stresses, life sentences...
Poetic occurrence, life concurrence....
A man is but a few puffs
A life is but a short laugh
Live to live, die to die
A tear drop is just a teasing eye
Love came to swoop feet
Hate maimed
Pride shamed
Still love gained
I ain't cried because tissue's make organs
I can donate my heart and spare a lung
If my chest puffs air, it means I work well with pressure
So pain becomes a drug which i inject to get by
that's why I write so many poems so you can sleep on them
scars for tattoos to keep yesterday's setback driving
pain is not the only thing my black skin is hiding.....
Rhyming stresses, life sentences...
Poetic occurrence, life concurrence....
A man is but a few puffs
A life is but a short laugh
Live to live, die to die
A tear drop is just a teasing eye
Love came to swoop feet
Hate maimed
Pride shamed
Still love gained
I ain't cried because tissue's make organs
I can donate my heart and spare a lung
If my chest puffs air, it means I work well with pressure
So pain becomes a drug which i inject to get by
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