I give too much time
to those that don't want any of mine
the demons keep in toe
whenever I walk the line
just to whisper in my ear
I'll belong to them in time
the world is in my back pocket
I just don't know it yet
concrete jungle on my back and it
hasn't even made me sweat
I wanna connect with everyone i never met
why try with the ones I see? they'll never know me
better if we didn't meet I'm too jaded
big bold lines cel shaded jet set on radios
so lets get ready if you're set then go
go, go, go-go far everyone
is trying to act smart or hard
little do they know the greatest sound
comes from the heart
my words take me to the stars
while weaker dudes are trapped in their own bars
Thursday, 26 August 2010
Friday, 16 April 2010
let it be.
I lover her,
More than everyone i have ever loved before
And every day I've got to say i love her a little more
climbing up exploring all of her flaws i wont fall
She's her own art form
Because it's different to what's represented
in film and music
the fast heart pumping in my chest
proves it
it's expressed through-to an untrained eye- a mess
i go under the ground then swim through her head
such big eyes i wi fi connect and get high-refreshed
i wont know any other flesh no need to reflect
because she's her own self; her own being
being with me. honey. makes me feel like a G
i wont know any other flesh no need to reflect
because she's her own self; her own being
being with me. honey. makes me feel like a G
with a little bit of lemon she's my favourite drink
baby you make me think- from my pen you could swear
it was jay electronicas ink hold her so tight
i've ingrained my fingerprints on her skin
where do we begin? we begin from endings
birthed a look that in turn returned the loving feeling
birthed a look that in turn returned the loving feeling
i had craved. now i write in that manner so cliched
but what the hell I'll write about it anyway-way
in that unexplainable but so good makes you try to explain it anyway-way
I'm way off where I've been
and carry every image i have seen
so excuse me if i only ever want to see the prettiest things
get you in my inner-view- erykah badu gets close to saying what i want to
and as you hear me shout
the love that many lie about
know that I'm saying that sex is fantastic
when it's with someone you love
it goes past being just better than masturbation
it's- another form of communication,
a better way of expressing your love to that very special person
don't search for it
sell yourself cheap for it
definitely don't go on a dating service
honestly i don't know how it's done
if there was we'd no one would be alone
ah do what you want. safe.
Sunday, 4 April 2010
Thursday, 1 April 2010
a list of who i miss
In no particular order.
- Straker
- Simon and Louise!!!!
- Sarah Pirozek
- Mighty Max
- Thunderbolt
- Nemide
- L.V.
- Mr. Green
- Nyla
- All the friends i made in new york
- Ricky. man. i miss Ricky.
- Uncle Christophe
- , Joe
- Peter Parker (i haven't bought a spidey comic in ages)
Sunday, 28 March 2010
parents evening.
hello Ms Mahoney, Thank you for coming.
Well, I don't know what to say. Sean is doing well for sean. His attendance and punctuality, good. Good. For Sean. I mean he doesn't put his hand up never speaks in class never handed in homework through the term that's passed.
I mean, It's a bit obvious he's not going to be a rocket scientist. I mean, it's not rocket science. heh.
Mrs Mahoney. Please sit down.
uhhhhhhh- wow. Talkative isn't he?
There's a tendency to spout off on these long-winded rants at any opportunity. He's nice but in that class he can honestly at-times-be unruly. I just don't seem him ever having any interest in poetry.
Hello Ms Mahoney.
Your son is... Sean. oh yeah. him. well where do i begin. no complaints. He fits in, does what is given. what else. sorry i really don't know what to tell you- i think he pays attention..?
Ms? Mahoney. Mahoney, mahoney, ma---honey. Sean. where do i start. you know what, in his defence the other day he said something interesting in class. he said 'sir i'd love to do the work i just don't have the heart. My mind moves too fast' i think he said it to get a laugh. i mean if you look at his grades it evidently isn't the case. His performance has slipped since he's got that eczma on his face.
Ms Mahoney! Before you leave, i just wanted to talk to you. you see, i don't think, Sean, i don't think he's very focused and i don't know how well he's going to do on the gcse's and- well i think i might put him on a course as a mechanic. what you think?
I've never done a hundred press-ups in one go. But I've never done a press-up wrong. So don't tell me I'm out of rhythm when I'm dancing to a different song.
Well, I don't know what to say. Sean is doing well for sean. His attendance and punctuality, good. Good. For Sean. I mean he doesn't put his hand up never speaks in class never handed in homework through the term that's passed.
I mean, It's a bit obvious he's not going to be a rocket scientist. I mean, it's not rocket science. heh.
Mrs Mahoney. Please sit down.
uhhhhhhh- wow. Talkative isn't he?
There's a tendency to spout off on these long-winded rants at any opportunity. He's nice but in that class he can honestly at-times-be unruly. I just don't seem him ever having any interest in poetry.
Hello Ms Mahoney.
Your son is... Sean. oh yeah. him. well where do i begin. no complaints. He fits in, does what is given. what else. sorry i really don't know what to tell you- i think he pays attention..?
Ms? Mahoney. Mahoney, mahoney, ma---honey. Sean. where do i start. you know what, in his defence the other day he said something interesting in class. he said 'sir i'd love to do the work i just don't have the heart. My mind moves too fast' i think he said it to get a laugh. i mean if you look at his grades it evidently isn't the case. His performance has slipped since he's got that eczma on his face.
Ms Mahoney! Before you leave, i just wanted to talk to you. you see, i don't think, Sean, i don't think he's very focused and i don't know how well he's going to do on the gcse's and- well i think i might put him on a course as a mechanic. what you think?
I've never done a hundred press-ups in one go. But I've never done a press-up wrong. So don't tell me I'm out of rhythm when I'm dancing to a different song.
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