Loose Rap.

I wrote you a four page letter,
we've been back, back, and forth, and forth,
I really needed somebody,
and you showed me my worth.

We rocked the boat like
we were one in a million,
and you made me feel like
I was more than a woman.

Hot like fire, when we started,
and our love's still off the charts,
we might need a resolution,
if we can't reach the stars.

You're the one I gave my heart to,
so you better not let me down,
if you can't be the one I can give my all to,
you've got to tell me now so I can bounce.

Are you feelin' me still,
or do we dust ourselves off, and let it go?
Were you just another one hit wonder,
or are you feelin' me, yo?

I can be your babygirl,
you know I'll hold you down,
but if you can't be straight with me,
I've gotta get back on steady ground.

Great Reset — A Poem on Collapse and Renewal

Big fucking deal, about 

your sacrificing sheepiness

of rescue ranger superhero.

Career victim, like COVID,

you dazzled when they gazed

down at you with sympathy.

Pucker up then pout as you play-up

their pattern to protect and help the 

poor, broken apex predators. 

Waiting for the perfect instant,

crimson, sinister scarlet stains 

inside your sweater said it best.

You slaughtered me, I'm soaked

in burgundy, murderous; so what

is perilous when the system we

defend was designed to defeat

us and break our spirits—BUT,

we assume that it is broken,

because it's fucking obvious, isn't it?

Our governments love us, so much,

they will always save us, from the

very same destruction they designed

to divide, conquer, and erase us. 

Open up your eyes, just think it over,

research their double-edged details,

familiar strangers with the same secrets,

a speck of seasonal sky spray is soon

breaking news as senseless storms 

siren their assault during CNN's 

Apocalypse Atlantic that became 

another buzzword bent on barricading

the one-percent that are patient.

Integrity, and authenticity separate us

from the same CEOs that enslaved us.

Hey sibling sister family, brethren, bratya bruv, aunty, behn-ji, president, professor, mom, and sometimes maybe, my neighbours—we are human family. Isn't it about time that manmade concepts excused themselves quietly then fell off the ticking stock market cyanide, that drooled every time it discussed depopulation?

Return to knowledge, seeker of truth,

or risk the scar of that resistance, the 

very same poison their piety's built on.

Best make the most of the mask that 

beat us, this bat season steam will scare us, but it cannot take our focus. Real faith is rarely shaken, so take the bait or beat the stakes.

Spectre.

Losing you left me weightless,
now I float through life, a spectre;
a phantom made the day I woke
to find you'd slipped away.