I don't write poetry to make middle to over aged, 

middle to upper class people chuckle

I don't write poetry so that overly to under

educated young 'urban' kids can lick imaginary shots to

I don't write poetry to make eager vixens show me their

variously fabricated matching sets

I don't write poetry to make groups of people

whether demographically compatible or not, vex

I try very hard not to over emphasise or bring great glory to

illicit trysts or unmarital sex

I don't drop to over-elaborated beats or spit hype of beef

so that you forget my words when bobbing ur head

I write poetry for me, the lucky she and the Glory, goes to He

Of whom I'd love to be and stay in His circle and favour

Who is He?

My Lord, my God, my Saviour

 

Let me know why you write and be honest!!

Easy vibing off the Guinness,
Cheeba
In the mood to rock
but I'm not over eager
Feeling like I'm with Al Green
Tuesday evening

Easy vibing.
Family nearly all accounted for
I'm just chilling
Its like I get that feeling and migrate
pick up the pen and don't hesitate
scribing at a frantic rate

Tuesday evening
Flexing.
Ambidextrous with the Guinness
In the mood for playing and
even though fourth on the left is vacant
I stay committed.
To the vibe that is
So twist just my head is bopping
hands rolling

Wondering if I'll feel this in the morning
6ft tall and soaring
Sitting down
Repping
Mighty Chalk Farm
Kentish and Camden Town

But it's not about that
Just that feeling
Where you're in that zone
and the only thing that is appealing
is that..
that vibe

Tuesday evening

He speaks to me,
shows me that everything I have and achieve
is because of Him.
We speak and He humbles me with His power
and reminds me that this pen wouldn't move so
seamlessly, eloquently, effortlessly
if not for Him.
We make agreements that I sometimes break so
when I hear the sky shake,
I realise I need to atone.
I do try but I'm only human.
I'm easily tempted, distracted.
My intentions and thoughts are positive and good
but rarely realised.
I send my prayers to heaven for smiles in my favourite people's eyes.
He listens, He grants wishes, He answers prayers,
He sends sunshine.
He's the one person I have never lied to although there was a time when we hardly spoke.
But when we started speaking again,
it's like, He was always there.
I'm amazed at His patience,
the love He effortlessly and readily displays.
I wonder at His splendour.
I marvel at His creations.
I thank Him in the morning for letting me wake up and enjoy another day
and ask Him to bless my 'in crowd'.
I ask Him to bless me with children,
health and mental strength.
I ask Him to turn the minds of the people I love who, don't want to show love back to me.
The devil is everywhere and he loves to break up friendships, relationships, families.
When I want and I don't achieve,
I don't think to myself 'Why didn't He help me?'
I realise that nothing is promised.
All I can do is try and, be humble in victory, reflective in defeat.
Appreciative to Him when I gain
He is the one going up who's back I want to climb on.
And they'd be room.
It would be like a grain of sand chilling on the back on an uncut diamond.
He shines on.
His brightness allowing me to see,
not causing me blindness.
I'm only me, But He
He is my Lord, my Saviour, my Royal Highness.