"He comes to you in your desired sin,
when humans go to battle with the
beast it is he who tends to win"

He came to me last night in my dream
fast cars, beautiful women
I had no need to scream.

Lust and temptation was my test,
he tried to lure me in the state of rest.

Even when awake he walks
amongst your side,
random stop and searches
are you trying to test my pride?

In this new paradigm where work is forced,
when one gets a day off,
Instead of tending to his souls needs,
becomes a victim of sloth.

There be situations where he may take
everything you have,
make you feel you have nothing to lose
so you embark in wrath.

He may give everything you want
to your enemy,
so a do-gooder like your self becomes
a victim of envy.

Knowing you live in a world full of famine,
he puts the rich in a state of over-consumption
this test got failed because most people are glutton;

Glutton is no different from greed
most would rather indulge in alcohol and weed
when below them in a gutter is a man in need.

The devil would rather keep you Hi,
remember he lost his wings
don't let him prevent you
to get yours and fly...

Does anyone recognize
their ability and have the
will to respond
to their ability?
that's what I call
a true responsibility.

We all have the ability
to create peace,
but we would rather
respond to war.

We all have the ability
to share,
but we respond to greed.

In this new world,
most of our response
is conditioned.

So we fear what
we're told to fear,
they limit our love
towards each other;
so we can expand it in
synthetic commodities
which our eyes RESPOND to.

we'd better start responding
to our natural ability
not let it be nurtured
by someone's inabilities.

She likes men who drive Ferraris,
who new his car preference
matched the same speed
in the bedroom.

I knew a woman whose boyfriend
had a Mini, she traded it for a Limo
because the driver knew how
to party.

She had a man, whose viper was like a dodge,
had great perks, but in handling he seemed lost,
like missing or even experiencing a mis-lodge,
she needed something with age,
like a Cadillac Sudan, ridden by a mob boss.

A woman told me she
had a man like a Volvo,
had his logo on every vehicle,
high safety standard,
many wanted his deal,
she didn't care if she was the 16th wheel.

Some women drive manual,
they love the gear stick,
others like the engine to vibrate,
push and go automatic.

They made love in a horse,
now has a baby carriage,
triplets, they brought a Range Rover
and got married, got a dog named rover
who was black, to match the
car in the garage.

She only liked to be
picked up in cars,
tinted up windows,
so no one can see her sins
she put up her nose
and multiple holes,
you know, the life of them high
class secret hoes;

Some men live the fast life
like formula one,
when they have burned out
they check the cockpit,
a blow out even they cant fix,
they referred him to a clinic.

I knew a man who
lives a life of luxury,
to me he is a ford,
simple for the economy,
no H.P living,
most are renting Mercedes
acting like they ball;

Women say "a man who has a big
car is compensating for
something else that is small"
I hear that through conversation,
but who am I to judge,
man... I ride a skateboard...

I'm board, inspired two days ago,
I should have finished it in
full throttle;

Subject is cars,
so that's going to be hard,
B.M.X and stunt pegs,
no B.M.W, my daughter holds
on to me, we both get wet,
but let me finish this poem,
for this car has come to a red.

Though it has been 1 year since
your transcendence to heaven,
but every day you have been on my mind
and felt like you have not left this earth.

I walk the roads only to keep recalling paths
and conversations we had, or you watching me skate,
or me watching you speak to the locals,
who would say, you made their day...

Remember the day I gave you roller blades,
you were with a walking stick, still gliding away,
60+ and there were people making excuses
that were literally half your age.  

Though I think of you all the time,
in my dreams I did see you, it's like
you confirmed you're in a better place,
I saw the purple sunset, with water that was
blue; 

We were on a rollercoaster,
it's like you were letting me know,
fun is also in your heavenly abode,
I did not want to leave,
I wish I did not have to go.    

Power in your presence,
your aura was an electrifying essence,
you did not preach, you were showing
God's lessons, you answered many of
young mothers' questions;

Though sometimes they did not heed your advice,
those who did not listen, eventually felt through life,
now your words, they cannot deny.

Many would say, is she a witch,
I would boil it down to your Pisces energy,
like Bob Marley "you were a natural mystic,"
they were so blinded by lies, they refused to see it.

See it I always did, see it because it was your gift,
from the day you entered this planet,
you've brought an abundance of people magic
as well as long-term happiness;

Especially me, what was I before I met you,
an artist addicted to booze, but would slow that
down as soon as I met you, for you were my high,
and no woman could give me a better view...
OH... How I Miss You...

They say it's easy to forget one once they've
passed, if that were true, why is it daily,
I have memories of our past?
it's like you still are by my side,
and I can still hear your laugh.

Forever Your Spiritual Son
Lee Lee

"Dick and jane,
We get things done together,
Keep each other balance,
Even if our account is whatever,
Rents paid, foods ready,
So let's go on a plane wherever,
As long as you by my side,
We ride around the earths pole,
Hand to hand, earths ball is made of tether,
my travel buddy, I can travel with you forever"

Amsterdam,
Me and madam,
Long walks and talks,
No need for a tram.

Amsterdam bikes,
damn bikes, walking dodgems,
we help each other dodge them;

Its like one person can
roll a joint, the other person on the bike,
crush it, the third person can light,
they do this by dodging busses.

We done the tourist vibe,
We go out there this time
Walking like its our life.

This city is known for it's green,
instead of smoking it,
I walked the Vondel park scene,
such place can enhance ones dream;

Dream I did, and so did she,
saw a life of a midwife,
her career is a world wide industry,
she had visions of living,
as there she would feel more free.

It's rare we get a date,
she always studies, I always work,
this time with her,
let me know how much she's worth.

My budget queen,
I wanted to drink,
She kept me sober,
A private party,
No hype night life,
I had Victoria,
New secrets I can't
Share within this write.

She shops until I strop,
I want to go,
I got what I got,
Seems once a woman starts,
they just don't stop.

In one shop,
Nothing but video games,
I get into geek mode,
Dare I over spend,
Man I just got paid;

But I only get one top,
The Last in stock,
The girl when she showed
It to me my mouth just dropped,
She made my month,
She had a good ear,
Great customer assistance,
We shared the same vision,
I hope too see you again
and we can wear the T-shirt in unison.

We eat out there
how We eat at home,
I was by a healthy district,
So Took my pick,
Never over indulge,
Just stick to the budget.

On the last day,
We walked a mini hill,
Sunset, Malibu,
All in all a nice view,
The type of ending you
Can only have with your true;

Love you made the holiday,
I went their to think,
Thanks to you I got a new play,
The game will start slow
Like a snail in a cheaters race,
But like the snail ima finish,
But at my own pace.

I walk to the same place
3 times, hoping to meet the individual
who made my last visit,
last day, last try,
In gods fate I get to see the guy,
we instantly smile, like we've known
each other for a while;

He's gets so generous,
he gave me a big gift bag to get high,
so big I was on the plane before
I touched the sky.

In the end the Amsterdam
dick and jane missed their train,
But we stayed on track,
We Ordered a cab
and made are Way back,
We face a new future,
We will meet there again,
This place helped us bridge a gap.

I will not be on my knees,
begging for your mercy,
let's assume you made me
just so I can stand tall and be me.

No I am not atheist,
nor am I over religious,
I treat those who believe
the same and even follow
parts of each scriptures;

I fast with my Muslims mans,
chant with the Buddha brethren,
reason with my Rastafarian's
and kick it with my open minded Christians

Hornet is sick of pictures,
trying to define the colour of Christ,
seems like each creed is pulling a heist;

Banking the money,
taking from the poor
in a bad economy,
if god had a law book,
you would be sent down
for soul theft and perjury.

The power of belief works wonders
from the comfort of my home,
I need not go all out to a religious abode
and worship a man who sits upon a throne,
kneel before a man? a definite NO NO.

Your belief is not mine,
because when I speak
on my view, you convince me I'm blind;

To a entity they cannot see,
but when I explain my mind,
it sounds like I don't believe,
but most people in this
day and age tend to deceive.

I see God in all,
seems most religions
tends to cover the devil,
keep people at a lower level,
forever questioning and not living...
but god don't want to see his creation
imperil. I compare planet Earth to planet Krypton;

Advance in science,
except we're behind in religion,
god don't take those
who contradict the writings
unto the next mission;

Only those who walked the
journey through hellish times,
who dealt with demon minds,
will be granted acceptance,
as long as they recognize their faults
on a daily will truly be granted repentance.

Just insane to see,
different sectors fighting,
yet share the same belief,
such quarrels only exist
in man when he indulges in greed,
the lower trait, so I find it hard to
keep my head up when a pastor
goes on and preach, 
his words are empty and so are his seats;

If his spirit was full
and not trying to fool,
go fourth from your church
and take it direct to the people 
of the streets...

I see no need to battle
for the love of god,
if all are chosen, then we are all even,
so to fight would be odd,
and if we don't correct that
in these times then most are
going to burn in Iblisis pot
or for others feel Adams rod;

Me... Ima keep my cool with all
I dare judge not,
take the good from the books
and live with heart, until the day it stops.

The power to collaborate,
with the right people,
will help you rise high and
know what it really means to elevate.

It is fact, that no one really makes
it on their own, the right people
with the right efforts will put you
in a new focus zone, imagine the whole
world worked to fix hunger, we called
truly call the earth our home.

The collaboration between evil,
is what keeps us separated and not
want to treat each other equal;
The collaboration of the good,
we're better when we stand together...

Working in a tag team,
only makes it easier to
achieve your dream,
solo can be a rough wave,
if you double up,
can be peaceful as a stream;

Let's double up
and triple the speed, 
when in tag mode, 
no doubt we will exceed. 

It's cool to help yourself,
but better to have a group
to push you in the right direction,
pull you out, when you feel like hell.

Personally I have always felt like
the best role is a team player,
who makes all members shine
without being the star, they are
the real true match makers.

With the right people you can
have long and intellectual cipher,
freestyle connecting ideas and
thoughts that will take you higher.  

The beauty of having more than
than one collaboration is if you meet
at least three, form together and
become a constellation.

"Two heads are better than one,
the job will get done quicker and it's
also twice the fun"

HEAR MY HEART

My heart, as much as I give it, 
eventually people will want to rip it apart...
RIP... R.I.P, as I am numb to reality, 
balance out others 
but  un-balance with my own sanity...

I am, not what I want to be, 
but what was bestowed upon me, 
like god put me here as a spark, 
but a spark turns into fire 
and can create desire, in truth...

A man who adapts to the muck, 
so I know the mire... 
Heart will soon go 
and  those close will see an empty soul 
and never will they need to know, 
because if they don't know, 
they'll never know and 
will only see my shadow and not glow; 

But that will never stop the mission, 
because although people may be blind to me, 
will soon see if not add to there vision 
as I constantly battle with division.

As I work on my cardiac, 
police want to arrest, 
another boring interaction 
as they live to arrest, 
I live for the test and from my chest, 
phycology is a mind f##k, 
if you don't understand the intention, 
than intend to be stuck. 

Feeling divided as I recite this, 
do it for the real or the critics, 
f##k critics, only God can judge me 
and even then I will be my own jury; 

purple eye as I try to tap in my 3rd eye, 
but I keep my ball pen 
ramming and rhyming 
as I deal with the encounter 
of my own kind...

Human problems...

Heart is what I like to show, 
when I put in on show, 
people will take a poke,
my strings sings,
Vanessa may hymns, 
angels cry for it,
my heart is the closest 
thing to my spirit.  

My heart is reserved for those
who show love, love is the hearts fuel, 
but runs empty in this contemporary, 
life is temporary,  why are most brain dead? 
Not sure if I am talking to you god 
or  the voice in my head? 

Whatever the case, 
I am speaking from the heart, 
shining green in a state of dark, 
heart so light, Maat will confirm that 
and Anubis will lead me through the after life, 
where there I will experience true life.

Seems like people want a piece 
of my mind than my heart, 
rather make me argue than 
beat to my rhythm, but play word darts. 

May as well tuck my heart under my sleeve,
 before people take it for granted 
and stamp on it until it bleeds. 

Heart breaks people, 
Heart makes people, 
Heart is an instrument, 
which one needs to learn 
to experience the real, 
nothing fake about my heart, 
plastic love, glue the strings; 

every time they pluck, 
so become a chicken to love,
hen parties, divorce hearings, 
no one wants to hear love, 
rather listen to lust.

Blame poverty, a deluded reality 
and they have the cheek to 
talk smack to me, 
I done laid the smack down, 
as I rock for the people, 
always keeping it real, 
never go with mind I go with heart 
and act on how I feel.  

HEAR MY HEART... 

If I recall the first poet I ever heard, 
would be Tupac Shakur, 
political poet, word smith,
not will smith, his art form was very raw, 
simultaneously make you dance
and deliver a message that is pure.

Poets are the script writers for thought,
speak on what they feel
and what has been taught; 

I learned Shakespeare the original writer
and his name last for centuries, 
but my teacher made him seem boring, 
so RUMI was sent to me. 

Rumi made me understand my soul 
and personal reflections, made me understand 
my inner intentions, he made me understand 
earthly desires as well as the higher heavens.  

I say Rumi you came at the right time, 
you came in the write lines,
I queued up for knowledge 
and you gave me intelligence, 
although I failed school and collage, 
words were universal; 

So it doesn't matter if i get a degree, 
after them years, started drinking,
with vulgar opinion, who got introduced
at this time of my life...
Mr "Fun Drunk" Bukowski,

Charles B, you were hilarious and at that time 
suited to me, people liked a honest man who 
would break down the sickness of society; 

Made it easier to express my thoughts, 
which at that time was deemed as crazy, 
but with you on my bookshelf 
only made it more sane, it is because of you 
I learned how to speak more free.

I dare not forget the man
who I was compared too, 
heard his name around London town, 
but was on my ego pedestal, 
after the 3rd time, 
researched and thought, 
"Man this guy is cool" 
he even teaching at schools;

Yes it is Benjamin Zephania, 
his words were political fire, 
made me take my spoken word
that little higher, 
first time I saw him in a
black cab performing, 
gave my art a new understanding 
as well as my personal desire.

I dare not forget 
Walt Whitman and Ezra pound, 
heard about you via a book named 
the gift, soon as I read your
personality profiles,
it gave me an instant lift, 
made me unleash my endowment,
thanks to you two, hold on to it 
with extra grip.  
   
I got curious and looked into random poets, 
some well known and 
others who were unnoticed. 

After these six. I went into 
the poets who were blogging
and found many talents 
in these communities,
as each experience shared 
only enhances the energies.

I am happy for all the poets 
that came in my time, 
it is because of all of you 
to this date, I continue to rhyme. 

See You Beyond The Skies Limit...
To those who have lost
a loved one...

They are not lost,
because you can find
them in your heart,
they may not be
with you physically,
but spiritually
both of you do not part.

They live through
your memories,
you shall not forget,
When they pass
through your mind,
remember happy memories,
make no time for regret.

As long as you talk about them,
they will forever
and always exist,
if they done more
good than bad,
they will surely and purely
be remembered and missed.

Rest In Peace they may,
but try not to live in pain,
They would want you
at your happiest,
not wanting you to
morn in vain.
 
Even if you don't
see them on the other side,
at least you got to meet them here
and they were in your life.

If you had a powerful kinship,
your twin flames shall be one,
when you re-ignite in paradise,
you'll shine together like the sun.

"If we live life to our truest,
we should not fear death,
so let us not live false
to our very last breath"

Negative can't dampen my
positive, as all I have ever done
and still do is enjoy my
right to live, but it is so hard in a
contractual shift, once I sign,
they assume they can take the piss;

Piss off is what they want,
un-necessary war for a man
who just wants to live in peace,
but it seems organisations want
to bring war like there is no peace treaty. 

Assistant manger claims
to hear your cries,
but she has the deception
to sympathies with a disguise;

Pretending to be truthful,
yet sell you lies,
she acted like she was cool,
lowered her standards,
when a new manager
came on the pay rise,

So bad she turned ugly,
forgot she was good,
man... I mean woman...
what a pointless compromise.

Authority comes with arrogance,
non compassion, undermining voice,
so their heartis made of stone,
authority who just make
figures, no job satisfaction,
you can tell by their tone.

Mixed work place,
no need to discuss race,
but I will, those of my colour
only run one way, they forget they are
the easy slave, rule following for
a few more pounds on their wage,
which means a few more pounds
on their waist, waste of time discussing,
eventually they will know their place.

Children are ignored, they speak only
when a parent comes,
picking them up from the floor,
then put them back down
as soon as the parents leave the door;

They return, missing the bad management
taking it out on those who are pressured by
managers, who have little time
A reset wage, who do so much
and deserve more.

My job is a definition of my life's mission,
no doubt my work place don't
understand my mission,
I let the children be and see,
but they seem to want
to impair their vision,
because the are now older
and limited in imagination.

Imagine this, I work with children,
but the adults act like kids,
parents respect my angle,
but the managers are bent
due to their degrees,
but not knowing their degrees mean shit,
my methods are unorthodox,
whilst they try and stick to the script.

I am the new way, they are old play,
I am MP3 they are a tape, as they record
every move I make, only call me out when
they feel it's a mistake.

I was hired by a child of my generation,
she saw all she believed
and I proved such manifestation,
as soon as she left,
a new one took over whose trying
to bring back a plantation,
enslave those who are cooperative
and  force the rebels towards resignation.

I never quit, of course you want it,
but not going to let you win,
that would be a human sin,
you are ugly people, regardless of the
colour of your skin,
you clearly judge mine,
But you can't see what's within.

I am the change, but to them I am strange,
they are slave drivers,
I let others pace in their preferred lane,
CRASH;

This company will, as they are not
the future, the children are,
they have the power, whilst you sit behind
a desk to catch some extra rest...

I am the mountain,
they are yet to reach the hill,
as they tumble down like jack and jill,
I am not angry at this time
as my midwife is on the up,
shows coming up and at this current time
in my life I'm on over chill.

"LIfe seems like a choice,
but not when you do not
express your voice,
so speak up work jockeys,
let no manager control
your joys and rejoice"

Love for many years,
we have transgressed,
it is because of you I am at my best,
I must confess...

I can be self absorbed,
but since I have been with you,
I have learned, 
let me give you my all;

Half stepping fully committing,
and we holding down two children,
and we chilling...

Not much commerce...
sorry, my mother said:
"she ain't no woman if she
love you for your purse"

Purse snatcher no I was not,
heart snatcher, oh yes you was,
it's a bonus you so cool by personality
and to me you are very hot;

Don't blush when you read this,
you can just give me a kiss,
what got me hooked to you was
the feeling of your lips.

"Hear me girl, you are not only
but you have changed my world,
from the day I saw you,
I adored you, my inner lion
roared you, you took my pain,
gave me much pleasure,
and I applaud you"

Clap once, for giving me a chance.
Clap twice, because you gave 2 extended lives,
clap 3 times, if you feel my expressive rhymes.

Some of this may sound emotional,
women hate men who show emotion.
Lucky for me you are not like them  
you're a wife that's no doubt considered 
to be golden;

Most want a trophy wife,
but without you 
my shelf would be empty, 
your progress brings
me achievements and 
your achievements better our reality.

A woman to believe in
and not really deceiving,
you don't thrive off looks,
you survive off of feeling;

You felt me all these years,
and I am sorry for the tears,
I was a growing boy,
now a man you made,
A TOAST - "Yo... Girl cheers"

No matter the desire,
the fact it is you who lights my fire,
Leo inside respects the
strong outta crab you are,
too tolerate me this far,
glad we get along in the birth chart,
maybe it is destiny,
it makes sense what we got seems
written in the stars.

I can write about you forever,
but would rather try,
so forever we can be together...
the poem ends, but I hope not us,
whatever the case you will always
have this heart.

Internally… I am more than what I show,
Distracted from external things,
Is the world I prefer to know.

I do not pay attention to my inner self...
Too busy trying to impress the outside world.

My inner strength is like a deep ocean,
But never comes to shore,
Stalled by shallow people.

My external self is driven by ego,
Which I hate in times of seriousness,
But embrace in moments of fun.

Inside, most of my DNA strands lie dormant,
Shut down by outside poisons.
They only light up with purity:

Purity of foods.
Purity of knowledge.
Purity of love.

Please feel me from the inside out.
Outside in is the illusion
Of temporary pleasure.

I sustain balance from understanding
Both external and internal;
One should not exalt the other.

On the outside, I claim to be happy,
But you shall never hear my soul’s silent cry...
Like the pain of a destined child, aborted.

I am more…
But made to feel less in a world
Where eyes only look outward.

"I could care less
for the all seeing eye,
the only eye I care for is Earth's,
her eye being the sky,
under her she will know
who was her truth
and who was her lie,
Gaia is judgement before
her father and most will
suffer before and after they die"

We better stop hurting earth,
or our children will die before
they even get to give birth,
the planet is now a haven for war,
it seems love is in a few
and those who hate will feel her
elemental roar.

I am starting to wonder...
are scientist the aliens
as well as the military?
dropping bombs on her
and her children, less forests
and another new cemetery,
mother earth is now a spinning obituary.

Captains of America, there are
Captains of this planet,
who are here to protect
Gaia's life, why do you reject?
just to test weapon prospects,
missiles are your phallus you
force up her dress.

We talk about diversity,
only in the sense of humans,
animals are earths balance
as we unbalance their homes
to build more factory zones,
this will go against us one day,
we will be buried as A.I is left
in our catacombs.

Atmosphere, At Most
she will bring Fear
her mood tends to become more
aggressive year by year,
2017 Hurricanes are one
part of her rage,
she is yet to make herself clear.

Climate change
does not seem that strange,
we got over abundant so we
could sustain, now earth has sussed
and it seems we are the stain,
it's us who brought her pain,
once a beautiful planet,
but people had become vain,
it would be her pleasure
to wipe us humans off her plain.

She is being pumped full of toxins,
I feel it when she cries
acid droplets, bees are losing
there way in nature because the world
has advanced in robotics,
or when she spews fish to the sure,
because mercury is in her
reservoirs, oceans and faucets.

There is a hole in the sky,
clouds are no longer
created by god,
but by men who know
how to vaporize,
cover their trails of chemicals
with conspiracy and lies,
spray it under people
who don't care or don't realize,
as we run around speculating,
this is nothing but a weather exercise.

What about on the ground?
tectonic plates, the devil has his fork
when the volcano erupts and Poseidon
when you see tsunami waves,
which waves bye bye
to innocent villages and states,
it seems man is the new god
and wants to be in charge of many fates.

Earth is our birth right,
we let man do so much wrong,
Micheal Jackson made that clear
in his Earth song,
so did the film FernGully
the film had a message,
which today still stands strong,
but as she weakens, so do we and as
an Earth Empath...

WE DO NOT HAVE LONG...

Poem From My Book - Transcend Time

Before I walk into your door,
I will knock, but even if I get in,
you have to let me in, we have to 
lock jaws before I can
get between your draws.

What is I want? you... but not the
whole you, let me inside half way
before I say "I DO."

Not that I don't,
not to say I won't,
you got me infatuated,
your body I want to take it,
re-arrange it around my fit;

If I can't endure longer than
a minute Ima make sure you
spray until I reload my clip.

You still got it single mummy,
you are known as a M.I.L.F,
call me your babe as I suck from
the finest breast that produced milk,
as I rub in between your thighs,
how they feel like silk,
if he won't... I will make
you spill and help you heal.

We need not have a contract
like Dorian Grey,
let's make our lust colourful
like Austin Powers,
say something naughty
and I will say "Oh Behave..."

Tell me you're bee hive
will be sweet and it will be shaved,
don't let it look like a bear who came
out of hibernation from his cave.

I swapped lust for trust,
now I have lost trust...
I can never trust again,
trust takes years to build
lust just feels the same, 

lust told me "I will pleasure you
take away this pain"
I pulled up in a corner
with my car and took
her out of the rain,
after I was done I dropped
the rat back to her drain.

We can take it slow or do it fast
as long as the affair can last,
unfair it's only lust...
if it was based on trust
I would no doubt make you my love.

I lust you... NOT...
I love you, lust is a lie
and love is true,
love is strong and lust is too,
in a world where there's
so much to view... tell me...
what to do?

You can be my mate for life,
eventually you must be worthy
of a wife, if I want more after you,
just no it never felt wrong,
all was just not right,
I may not love you forever,
but I will lust you every other night.