Furniture Future?

Triangular arrangement, Feug Shui furniture. Strengthen a relationship: A foundation. Oriental in choosing; “A bit of spice” he says. The Vase, tip of the structure Like Dan Brown states: ‘The chalice’ Relationship built to mate, Unintentional malice. It faces light with envy Basking in the glow of young love. A relationship on show, As close

And Breathe

I’m no half way house 50% effort, Job done But still room for fun; That just is not me.   So when that time comes back around There’s a repetition I have found   A systematic drowning; A three dimensional battering; A roundhouse back-kick to the little lady upstairs.   There’s no easy way in.

Cheers to Floyd / Education or Rule a Nation?

I don’t need no education. In what I want to it’s got no function.   My idols be her off TV She gets what she wants By giving the ‘V’.   Jordan, Jessie, Jay Z, They’re my teachers. They let me be me.   There’s no room for education. Today’s world runs on exploitation.  

Just like all the rest

I’m just waiting: Waiting for the start whistle; Waiting for the opening night Of my life.   I’m just hoping: Hoping for the acknowledgement; Hoping for the smile of recognition Of who I am.   I’m just wishing: Wishing for life to start: Wishing for the unachievable Dreams.   I could Wait, Hope, Wish for

Social Ytilauqe

Frustration leaks through every Facial expression; Courses endlessly through every Nerve ending; Clogs up the pores of my skin Blinding the very essence of my sin.   You plug up the emotion, Man it up for equality. 2012. Still playing for that conclusion? Ultimatum? Determination to fight the consortium.   So welcome to a new

Alternative Reality.

Alert! Alert! A new species make the endangered list Oh the teacher’s are pissed!   Education lacks status. Respect dissolved along with dignity, All we care about is getting famous, Flaunting inhibitions and frivolity.   School’s will join the museum masses; A blast from the past, they’ll say, Any attempt to avoid their classes. Education

21st Century Goddess

Apple. Athena 2012. Boyfriend stealing slut! I’d trade secrets with Medusa But I wouldn’t want to delve Into the life of a mutt! Angelic in appearance; her white entities whoring themselves around. Proud to prance around all male personalities. Attached each sense Filled them up. Pleased them from every facial orifice. Sight, sound, save it

Overworked

An oversoaked sponge – grotesque. Expands to full enormity; Suffocating, Exhausted. Insomnia bound.   I toss and turn, Pull the heavy burden side to side. Sloshing one job to another. Ear to ear. Job JOB J-O-B! Blocking the outside world, No sound – just the buzz. Consumed. Lost.   I scream, Dig my fingernails deep