Little Garden -
It’s so bliss in our garden of Eden,
Bead of sweat drip down my neck,
From the sun that’s beating hard like savannah.
Duality I tow like Montana.
Four footprints on shoulders left by the angel and devil that revel in their heckles,
To guide my hollow body to take a bite,
Of low hanging fruit I smite.
The fruit allured me,
Enticingly controlled me,
Wrists slipped into the noose’s,
Like a ring in matrimony.
I think I’ll call this love,
Cos my wings gust like white doves.
I wanna take a bite but angel said if do then that’s the end,
Either stay in Eden with the fruit that’s now my friend,
Or risk never seeing my love again.
Mush-
Love.
Growing up,
Never done seen it once.
Apart from the screens that fed me false hope,
Slowly turned my brain to mush.
I’m alone.
Is that what I want?
No.
But I’m tired of hoes,
What can I say,
I reap what I sow,
The candle I blow,
Eyes shut and I hope.
Been played a bitch bout once or twice,
Now I’m handsome and fly,
Left shoe’s on right.
With My spirit this don’t right.
Perhaps the mush fed by tele,
Was akin to mush fed to a baby,
Telling me what’s right,
Helping me grown.
Like skater im on my grind,
Only one on the board at time,
It’s a mountain I’m tryna climb,
But I can’t keep behind.
That’s why dating I find it burden,
It’s love I’m tryna find.
I forget on them horny nights,
And all the girls that be belling line…
#poetry
From the Ashes-
Finally feel myself again.
I was a fool,
Sat on the dock again,
Whistling while time passing,
Awaiting my own passing.
While harsh wind surrounded my brain,
And my gaze focused on flames,
Rather looking what’s within.
My cerebral used as a seat,
For girls I just wanted jeet,
And my art it took at backseat,
For the root of all evil we seek,
Was a fool, but times were peak,
Lonely, I needed company,
That’s why I hoxboxed my house every week,
To take up space where a person should be,
And take me to heights I prolly never see.
I was a fool.
But I finally feel myself again,
My art and friends they are elation.
I finally feel myself again,
Not one person I shall depend.
I feel free.
I feel free.
I feel free.
I feel free!!
#poetry #paris #film #vhs #edits
