RoachMan's linguistic expression

Your Body

2012-01-16T06:58:00.000-08:00

What if I told you I know all the ins, outs, depths and tender spots of your body,
Even Though I’ve never seen or touched you, I could descriptively tell you how to enter your lobby,
The fleshy way she talks to me, with her mouth always dribbling,
As she attempts to take the full length of me like a snack she’s nibbling,
Mmmmmmm....
It started with an embrace,
Then the facial lips I taste,
Then you move my hand to the lace,
The type that keep a bra in place...
Internal breathy exhale as I meet them,
Take them out to tongue-greet them,
Tenderly cup them, before I look you in the eye, as I slowly kiss one at a time,
It isn’t long before my tongue caresses them, as your shock makes you moan in mime,
Mouth open, but not a single sound,
I arise from Twin kissing, gently biting all the areas around,
Intense...You start to dig your nails into my back as passions heat up,
I firmly grab the back of your head, kissing and biting your neck, as you whisper “It needs to get beat up”.
“You’re Body! BABY!!! You’re body!“ I growl at her, as I fling her body lower,
Clothes ripped off, as I stare into her eyes no blinking, thinking: “she’s not even ready for what I’m about to show her”,
Then she gasps and says “sorry babe I got carried away”...you’re back is full of markings hun”,
I leap naked onto her body and whisper “don’t worry ima leave you’re body like you got Parkinsons”,
Fingers run riot on that fleshy mouth; poking, playing and rubbing until creamy,
I bite her ear lobe as I whisper “are you ready to feel me?”
She tells me to put my hand back down there, then asks me “what do you think?”
She Jumps onto my body so zealously, I hardly flutter a blink,
She then starts to kiss my mouth viciously, then bites my neck this time,
I stretch my arm around to grab and stab it from behind,
She progressively bites and kisses lower and lower, before latching on to him and staring,
1 minute passed, before she starts tongue kissing him, then devouring him with no caring,
I pull her by her arms and throw her body upwards to let her know I want it now,
She then crouches her legs in position, where the twins smother my face- all you hear is POW!
She throws her body down straight onto him with no preparation,
You hear the pain in her scream, as my face rests in her chest, kissing her heart palpitation,
She does not care, she throws her body down and up as her breathing becomes a stammer,
I throw myself up into her remorselessly, faster than a powerfully penetrating Jack hammer,
Time, Place – Everything becomes unimportant in the passion we feel,
Rampant and Wet as we carry on Non Stop, no breaks- no time to heal,
Spooning as I throw in the damaging dagger – animalistic - she decides to purr,
I Hold the front of her neck and kiss the side of her face, as I explode inside of her....
Aside from orgasmic shakes, we both stay unmoved,
I then look up and wipe the tear from under her eye groove,
Kiss her on the mouth and hold her tight,
“You’re Body! BABY!! You’re Body!..I want this for life!”

Things Aren't Always As THEY Seem..

2012-01-05T08:53:00.000-08:00

You Think and assume!
You Think and assume you know, don't you?
Know that, which runs the course of my life,
Telling me your perplexity at my still standing strife,
Never peak and perceive!
Look a little deeper to reveal the rancid reality I receive.

It appears a paradise like Paradox doesn't it?
My humble nature misunderstood, as I undertake a dozen fits,
Yes! even more than before!
"What's Wrong with him? How Can He still want more?"
Ever Thought to question what he has in the first place?
Instead of smirking your fake congratulatory smiles on your fickle face.

I stand tight-lipped, as amongst it all I OVERstand my luck and blessing,
I also UNDERstand THEM and why it is better to keep THEM guessing,
If Only THEY knew the full extent of that which fills my proverbial till,
I cannot wait to astound, because much more awaits so surprise THEM I will,
However it isn't about THEM,
Neither really is it about me,
That which this revolves around, is larger than the `world` for which we all seek the owner key,
This is an equilibrium of self and sharing,
This is skin deeper than the unauthentic smile that I'm forever bearing,
This is a matter of the life inheritance and message that is left,
So your assumptions and my frustrations are inadequate at best...

‘Knowing That One Day, My Passion Could Fill My Bank’

2011-09-23T04:37:00.000-07:00

‘Knowing That One Day, My Passion Could Fill My Bank’

Fast

2011-08-01T08:45:00.000-07:00

I am not doing it for you,
I am not doing it to be part of a crew,
I am not stopping because you disapprove,
I am not stopping because of pain- I endure the rough and smooth,

Independent searching of my own soul and testing of my own will,
To better one’s self by struggling up the adversity ridden hill,
These are Testing times, and I am not afraid of adjudicators,
I instead favour results but not those owned by a fool with papers,
These results are soul felt and spirit known,
I therefore continue and never moan.

I am thankful I have the ability to do it,
This is the very reason I choose to fight through it,
Some doubt me as I haven’t taken the final step,
They cease to understand, I am training with no regret,
One day I will step into full capacity,
I am fully faithful that a sign will be shown in mass to me,
So here I stand, enforcing abstinence for what is relatively a short period,
The book says I am born to do this, so who am I to query it?

Laugh

2011-07-26T07:12:00.000-07:00

I personally rate laughing as the greatest gift,
Whether given to put down or received to uplift,
There is not a single emotion, laughing cannot interject,
In a middle of a heat wave, a laugh could pause sweat,
I’ve witnessed unexpected death where a laugh broke the silence,
Unknowing then, but now understanding to release endorphins provided guidance.
Guidance of a kind that only an ‘Ital’ reaction can produce,
I have learnt to make a laugh out of anything you may choose.

Many have not taken the time to hear my comedic rhyme,
Or view when I have spontaneous slap-stick time,
Indeed many do not want to be part of laughter,
Opposing and instead immerse themselves in the incessant life of a grafter,
But my friend! I can only champion this,
A laugh can be sweeter than that of a kiss,
Thus for you to disassociate yourself from the phenomena....
Calls for diagnosis or prognosis not given via thermometer.

Open your Mouth, and then chest, and then lungs-finally the deepest is to open your heart,
By the end of the chuckle or snigger, you’ll have forgotten the problems you had at the start,
It isn’t Science nor is it Psychology, as much as they try to bother me,
This is one thing they cannot recreate or manipulate with their technology,
Nitrous Oxide holds no weight on this scale of importance,
This laugh is natural, and not in man-mad accordance,
I want to impose a 3 laugh a day rule on every one to make them stronger,
To laugh is to love and to live, thus it helps one to love live for longer.
Laugh until you lay your last day with a smile and never in sombre.

Life's Precipitation

2011-07-20T01:25:00.000-07:00

It comes down, in just the same way it dries up,
Fill it to the rim-edge of the plated cup,
Locate the derivation of such events,
As knowledge can often be the best form of defence,
Although Ignorance creates a blissful existence,
The engine is on, but cannot move without TRUTH pistons.

As it pitters, it patters- creating bigger bladders,
Continuously repeated until filled up,
They want to be a dog before being a pup,
It's heavy and all encompassing,
Creating difficulty when at the one crossing,
Looking left to right with effected sight,
Bliss has disabled an ability to detect a plight.

Whenever it pours and plies us with its presence,
How long will it be until the expected evanescence?
Resonance results from rehearsed remembrance,
Struggling to get a hold of a tame temperament,
As you are soaked by the drops of the season,
You laugh, whilst I see no reason to tease them,
Accept it in its fullest form, whenever it greets you,
But never drink from the same hand that feeds you.

The Ultimate Aim

2011-07-07T08:05:00.000-07:00

Why all this bravado, when everyone knows the ultimate aim?
You claim to despise competing, but continue to play the game,
Unnecessary introductory formalities,
When in retrospect you’ve thought about your knees,
And the depth at which you may angle your approach,
It is hilarious how they act a butterfly, but love to be a CockRoach.

It’s a waiting game, because right now would be deemed hasty,
Even though every ion of their brain cells tells them the Black Pudding looks tasty,
However those that defy culinary restrictions become exiled,
Thought of as too gluttonous and or too wild,
Or maybe unjustified Jurisdiction needs revising,
But simultaneously mortality and natality are both rising.
What do you champion?

If you want to do that, Do it!
One’s actions should not be bathed in the waters of another’s fluid,
Thus if this present time seems right and it’s not too tight,
Take a calculated and educated chance,
Stop standing in the posture of another’s stance!
I despise hearing regurgitations,
Mirrored vocal chords taken from others, causing alien reverberations,
I want to talk to you, not the voice of the majority,
Insure your actions belong to you, as life cannot be refunded by warranty.

(Title Is Revealed At The End Of The Poem)

2011-07-07T03:53:00.001-07:00

I can’t breathe!
Pupils penetrate my surroundings for tissue,
BUT
Only find my sleeve,
I can’t stop this incessant throat palpitation,
Determinedly continue,
BUT
In my ‘heart’ realise the amalgamation,
Wakefulness, Work and Weather,
Dangle my resilience at its tether.

One was struck down so spontaneously,
Unprepared for this back-tear-area to be graining me,
Yes! Rough and controlled is the feeling,
As you no longer manipulate bodily functions, and instead await healing,
Of which kind and which time is unknown,
I attempt to verbalise, but can only muster a groan,
Someone shouts “A croak may be more apt”,
As I embarrassingly and uncontrollably sneeze at others with no tact.

I have got so many things that I need to do!
But I keep getting disgusted looks-
As they tell me I’ve got that thing that rhymes with loo,
I DO?
Never would’ve thought it or even had a whiff,
Here I was thinking-
It’s normal not to be able to breathe, but have this rampant sniff,
So, to Mr and Mrs. Point-The-Obvious- I give my in-sincerest thanks,
I just want these UK Weather induced demons out my body,
and to have a breakfast where I can taste my Chicken franks.

Double layered or Scented – Which should I pick?
Oh! And if you haven’t guessed yet- Yeah I’m sick.

A Friend

2011-05-20T15:40:00.000-07:00

Are you a friend?
Do you support from start to end?
What is that which hides behind your face?
You all say "I'm there", but never turn up at the place,
Even when the place is a single leap from your nest,
They claim from the heart, but talk from the chest,
Never needed to invest,
Simply required to support this quest.
Now I couldn't care less!
That which was worried about previously- only caused to digress,
and mess the test, when in fact I am the best.
Self belief came like a shaken leaf,
Blown by the wind until it's peak was reached.

Attendance came in the most surprising way,
Those thought of as unknowing and even uncaring showed up on the day,
Unyielding distance travelled- unveiled REAL friendship,
As my heart revealed that I had been aboard the wrong ship,
Induced to jump off, like those thrown off of Leusden,
Or at least be better selective of how I choose them,
Mind sways to the idea of solace and separation,
Does one really need others for MY dreams whilst I chase them?
I decided negative,
Thus embarked on an individual way to live.

Progression becomes undeniably luminous,
With only two footsteps shown on the path that grew to this,
Not to imply that the destination has been arrived at,
But just enough miles covered to wink and tilt my hat,
Faith in fulfilling future provides the fluid to fill my tank,
Knowing that one day my passion could fill my bank.
So Are You A Friend?
It doesn't even matter to me anymore,
I will still strive and survive without you, as I had done before.

Thank You

2011-05-04T11:49:00.000-07:00

I appreciate the love,
Such as a newly-learned bird revels in the sky above,
Into new open space for the first time,
Venturing away from my own perch-line,
I am too like a bird, but I never fly away,
Instead stay stagnant in frustration, so to not ply affray.

It feels splendid,
Saving a dying love by having the heart mended,
Heart of passion, passion of love, love of Creation,
From this impromptu gift, there is no relation.
The warmth of words holds an unequal sentiment,
Unique to the individual with every testament.

I owe you gratuity for taking the time,
As at times it feels my heart is shouting in mime,
Feelings unheard,
Thoughts deemed absurd,
But you paid attention,
And even if uncomprehending,
You still showed literary affection.

It's Not Right Is It?

2011-05-03T07:50:00.000-07:00

It's not right is it?
That you can watch but never visit.
"You have many strings to your bow!",
Thank you, but it would seem that only you know...
I continue plucking the strings of aspiration,
cunningly on course for unconcious exasperation.

Pluck, pluck, Stuck, stuck,
Terribly tempted to state another rhyming counterpart,
but that would be class-less,
Misunderstanding the quest by trying to be the fastest,
The tentative steps of the tortoise should be emulated,
However the fable faces the facts that mark it dated.

One can search their whole life for a path of precision,
But yet end up dying WITHOUT rehabilitation in a prison,
Thus many ask why?
Why hold on to out-of-reach ambition?
When impossible is inevitably the mission,
minus script and camera lens,
It's not right is it?
that the beginnings differ none from the ends.

Anger

2011-03-23T16:18:00.000-07:00

As fumes flow through it,
Thickening in it's precipitation,
Unable to control its swirling devastation,
Personified geological damage,
This disaster would implore a savage,

Red is the colour,
Head becomes the other,
These fumes are choking,
Throat is croaking,
Mouth opened –
to fire fume-filled flares,
NATURAL disasters always provoke stares,

Every glance is irking,
Any word leaves explosion lurking,
DO NOT DISTUB Disaster,
Leaving fumes alone, puts them out faster,
It is said devastation occurs to allow reflective learning,
But it's sometimes better to allow that flare to keep on burning.

Staring In Spite

2011-03-07T12:22:00.000-08:00

He feels the heat of bad-minded stares,
Penetrating through the back of his mind hairs,
Unaware of why the starer wishes to beguile him,
Negatively- as malice takes physical form and starts to pile in,
What eyes cannot see, the soul cannot feel,
Ignorant to what awaits the end of this 'Last Supper' meal.

As he turns around they become eye to eye,
Unknowingly startled- he activates a smiling tie,
Friendship, comraderie, companionship are the mental assumption,
He knows not of the torturous twisted truncheon,
Ready and aimed at his oblivious opening,
The tree branch is set, as is the starer ready to rope him in,

He starts to feel the strain of spite affecting his life through vengeful verbal,
'Others' around him start to treat him Blue whilst they ALL pose purple!
He is flabbergasted and absolutely perplexed,
Unconcious to that which could have made them so vexed,
Slowly tracing the heinous trail of this planned pepetrated passage,
HE finds out HOW the starer wanted his demise to be massive!

Keep your 'back' eyes open and never you entrust just any one,
If that trust is authentic, that trust is to be won!

Why do YOU stare?

A Cup Of Life

2011-02-17T11:00:00.000-08:00

Circular cylinder sitting and waiting,
what fluid do you hold your fate in?
Static in your kinetics,
Tacit in your phonetics,
Unprotected, malleable body form,
From you- hot or cold can be born.

Cylindrical circle we now have a tie,
But Oh!! how you love your area to have pie,
Work it out!
Berserk and shout!
I confused decimals for decibels,
Unable to comprehend the axis in the squared cells,

Cylindrical and Circular item of simplistic complexity,
Some touch and grab you so sexily,
Some cannot put you down,
Addiction becomes their noun,
As life induced intervals control their demise,
How can something so inanimate carry such a deadly surprise?

One-Away

2011-01-29T13:07:00.000-08:00

You see you!!
You are a one-away,
Love the way in which you run away,
But never know a way, to find the way-
To get away.
Indeed having a way, around the way, we live around our way,
Is something of a way with curbs,
I prefer to indulge myself in a way with words,
Others want-away, and stay with the way of the ‘burbs.

You see them!!
They are one-aways,
It’s amazing the ways, in which I can gaze,
but never get lost in a daze, like my days, in Five Ways,
Birmingham.
I used to love take-aways!
but never could make away, to break away, from those ways,
I had to disengage, and leave this behind as it carried the most haze,
In a known place, as a known face, I found laze, that I left with most haste,
But in a new place, with new ways, I end up on roads with two ways,
That I had to taste, to place, and locate, a new mate, to submit to fate,

So now I bring, whilst I sing, about my ring, a new thing,
Thing being, that I’m seeing, a new me in, this ring as a black king,
Needing a queen, and an A-Team, and a theme, to base my life on,
I have now done, for my son, yet to come, like bread with a knife on.
Cutting edge,
I have now sliced my way through my confusion-like bushy hedge.
I am a One-Away!

Movement

2011-01-29T04:37:00.000-08:00

I move smooth don’t I?
The rhythmic patterned steps I take,
Gliding with the ambience of the musical elements,
Unrivalled kinetic energy in unison with tune and tone,
Mind may stop, but the body refuses to do so,
Smooth, sultry- almost seductive,
Of whom however?
As being immersed in the beating vibrancy,
Eyes are closed.
I see nothing but the wavelengths of tempo and treble,
I feel nothing but the booming base that bellows.

Watch my arms and feet!
It’s as if each could belong to two different makers,
I do not control them, and I know that I cannot stop them,
Fatigue cannot either,
Once that feeling is felt, and that decibel is deciphered,
Nothing else matters!!
As swaying, stepping and impromptu wave like gesture take over,
Lip biting, head nodding, stern facing physicality,
I am not me anymore,
Conversely I am now in character,
Looking a passionate professional,
But really an amazing amateur,
Look!
Look How I move!
Come and share in this vibe,
Where we have nothing to prove.

Sometimes I Feel Like...

2011-01-17T12:52:00.000-08:00

Sometimes I feel like I'm famous,
Only to realise- I am just another dreamer who is nameless,
I do a lot,
Done a lot,
Some has gone to pot,
Some, some have forgot,
Created some rather interesting end products,
But still I'm further from sitting right than your left buttock.

Sometimes I feel like a poetic whiner,
Pessimistic stories ending with a smart one-liner,
Does the whimsical nature distract from the repetition,
All I really want is some recognition,
Posting like pat on social networks,
Trying to show that which is on my neck works,
Appearing more like a white-gold-chain wearer on the curb with rhyme,
Many have shown doubt that MY words I write are truly mine.

Sometimes I feel like mauling someones face,
Brutal as a pit-bull with blood as my taste,
Counting to 10 as previously taught to me,
Then refrain from such inhumanity-
behaving like a full grown hyena caught loosely,
Many have never and will never know the rage I ride,
Suppressed through repressed emotion waves in tide.

Sometimes I want you to know me,
But most only like a certain side, you see?
So what am I to do- be inconsistent- as unstable as a faulty pole,
I have no other choice but to Jekyll and Hyde my way into multi-role.

Finders Keepers

2010-12-15T23:45:00.000-08:00

I found this wallet once,
It had so money cards, I felt like a financial dunce,
I kicked this wallet- all the way around the corner,
Emotion-less- with so many cards, the owner would be a RICH mourner,
I took the cash, split the rest with a couple of my no-longer-around bredrins,
I later came to understand myself and the situation, to be completely fledgling.

At the time I thought myself an Alan, Richard or even Donald,
Ignorant to the plight that waited, at the bottom of my story's funnel,
Flabbergasting how fast being a tycoon became being a tight fool!!
Gone!
Being a hundredaire only lasts so long,
Months passed, and I went from Richard to Glazer,
Only finding friendship in my stupidly expensive blazer,

Boxing Day brought about my birthday,
I was given gifts in the most special way,
Money!!
I invited so many 'friends' and some whom weren't too acquainted,
So happy my smile appeared permanent as if it were painted,
Maybe too happy, as it came to pass,
Thieves do not only arise out of grass,
Snakes rattle right in front of your face,
My Birthday bumper was taken right out of my room,
RAGE!! I accosted every single person I knew.

Not one to throw attachment and belief on superstition,
But one has to consider the theory of karma in such a situation,
I took from some one and only months later had taken from me,
Up until now, I know not the answer of who snatched the food from my tummy,
And I still keep many of the same 'friends',
I kicked the wallet and stole as a means to an ends.
But I could've picked and swallowed another man's Beans and eggs,
Moral being whilst I was a victim to someone malicious and conniving,
I didn't stop to think, what I possibly took from someone else striving.

Be careful whose wallet you choose to kick,
You might not like the reverse response of it.
KARMA IS INDEED A B***H!!

Hot Water

2010-12-13T11:07:00.000-08:00

I like hot water,
The way it feels when it surrounds your body,
Regardless if it is as cold as a lonely alter,
Or so hot, the sun rays penetrate my lobby.
Hot water is unalterable- It always feels the same,
This feeling couldn't be bought at all, my emotions are never tame.
I sit for hours and no-one can infiltrate,
Aside from your wanted one, sweat profuse in a way only the gym could make.

I love hot water,
The way it warms me up, feeling shielded,
Stability is only a quarter,
No dirt- my alter-ego is what the tub has yielded,
Toe tops, finger tips, every sense is heightened,
Oxymoronically the weight of the heart is lightened,
I release in the hot water as I feel at ease,
Crass but cradled as I metaphorically fall to my knees.

Still warm, still hot- This is still the feeling I first got,
Stop this fake support! Looking imbecilic like a pre-mudded plant pot,
He wasn't born in this, he just came here and he got it,
Mentally regurgitating this warm water for one that is amniotic,
I hate Hot water, for how it has made me weak,
Skin wrinkled when I long-soak from head to feet,
This hot water was a loss of limbo temporarily,
Now it is time to get out and dry-step towards what was scaring me.

The Mind

2010-12-09T12:52:00.000-08:00

Strange how the mind reinterprets ideas don't u think?
Strange how I ate, but you insist I had a drink.
Many cannot mind their own,
Many cannot avoid carbon, and hence become a clone,
We endure a legion of manner-less nations,
Bore from medial mental manifestations,
It's all very strange!
Replacement is chosen over the option to rearrange.

Exaggeration is naturalised if your standing is swayed,
Didn't you know, we were crafted and not just made?
Strangely I can tip toe but I can't crawl,
Strangely I can slate, but I do no good at all,
Mind over matter is the trite telling,
But back home in Black Rock, there's still yelling,
It isn't strange anymore when it becomes unjust,
Babies born- mind says love - reality says lust!

Strange how one can believe THEIR truth,
Strange how from this- I'm extracted, but you see a tooth!
Many cannot see past next week's omnibus,
Many cannot understand experience, past their monitors,
Thus you must understand this instability is not innate,
It is instead duped into craniums through the Medias we create.

Steps

2010-11-29T11:21:00.000-08:00

As he step into realms of better but bitter conformity,
Ignorant to what belies and relies on him, in fullest enormity,
"We do what we have to do to get by!!"
A twitch of a smile, but still a tweak of a sigh,
Has he stepped forward a good few steps?
Or shuffled his cowardly legs away from what was REALLY next?
Arggggh!!
I despise the yellow walls that surround him,
Misunderstand the mindset that confounds him,
But understand the life circle he treads, as if I am a-round him.

He continues his graft sporting the occasional laugh,
But these new ones do not know him, not even a half,
The gritted teeth of fakery,
The swollen sore facial dimples of unauthentic joy,
Asked how he is, he replies "I enjoy what they are making me",
Automatic as a car- possessing less choice than a child's toy.

Dreams become visions, visions become blurred,
Sight is lost, deaf becomes you, and aspirations are never heard.
He could have got there! if he really strived...
In fact he still can- but one must not live a lie!
He stepped in to the herd, thus only he can move those same shuffling feet,
But to be honest, no one can ever help to move a paralysed sheep.

You control the steps you take,
Therefore be real to the life you make!

I'M TRYING!

2010-10-03T09:03:00.000-07:00

I’m trying but you still cannot see,
I’m trying to be the best I can be,
I’m trying but my voice remains unheard,
I am instead muted such as that of a hunted herd.

I am not aimless with my illustrations,
Albeit that this creativity is fuelled by frustrations,
Irony becomes apparent in the finality,
Creation out of frustration, but frustration is the ending reality,
As words go unread,
Voice has nothing said,
And my physicality is dead,
Dead as my other attributes as one continues to fruitlessly strive,
Morale-bruising blackened like the skin of a banana fruit as I sit in strife.

I’m trying! but that which others see as my successes, I see as failures,
Trying to emancipate myself from mental slavery like the wailers,
I scream in the face of success!
All but crying in attempt to progress my quest,
BUT..
Success turns its’ back on me,
However I continue to coarsen my throat in plea.

I’ve tried but you did not see,
I tried but there is no best part of me,
I tried but my voice will never be heard,
I’ve tried but I have to succumb to the fact that my attainment is absurd!

It's A Madness!!

2010-05-20T15:58:00.000-07:00

It’s A Madness!

Shuffling, shifty eyes questioning the measure of the skies,
Comprehension becomes lost in the iris of idle eyes,
It’s a madness!
How one’s pain can be transposed as gladness,
Smack this,
But don’t you ever lose scruples and to your life attach it.

Confusing my eccentricity for comedy,
Refusal to observe the disguised depression and see Roach commonly,
No one knows,
And like a perplexed phenomenon it irrevocably grows,
Why do you make that your choice of logic,
Only to incessantly apologise for dilemmas deemed rhetoric,
Madness, Insanity, loss of stability,
If one denies any of the above symptoms, may you choke on your dishonesty!

It’s a Madness personified,
But a rat-race exemplified,
Zealously finding an exit out of the box,
Desperately finding an access path to the cheese!
Hunting such as an English fox,
Evading ending up on one’s knees!
It would seem we are all susceptible to slipping into the abyss,
Thus, I take on the role of reality artist, as I choose to poetically paint this!

Is it Yours or Mine?

2010-04-17T13:26:00.000-07:00

Is it Yours or Mine?

Is it yours or mine?
I say Halal but you opt for Swine,
Instigation of our present situation,
Different levelled standing was the implementation,
Self inflicted?
Or pertaining to a cotton coloured wish-list?
We walk in this concrete illusion,
as borrowers; to be owners would mark collusion,
Identifying the authentic ownership creates more conundrums,
To qualify is to be part of the supreme ones?
But.......who are Supreme?
How about those that contributed as the rebuilding team?

Consuming craft, culture and cooking relevant to your mind,
But alien to your tongue,
Attributed through experience as one climbs another foreign rung,
However, a given one?
Given when scouted to become brothers to THEIR sisters, over to our father land as a son,
WE gave to YOU, thus can we have a little reciprocation,
Appreciation?
Reparation?
Or just a little return?
Still lost in translation- YOUR speech I cannot learn!
And you ignore mine,
It would seem we will only ever converse from behind.

As much as you are lost,
Understand, We too are bewildered whilst we pray to your cross,
Doing as we were told,
Reminiscent!
Moving as we were sold,
The past is easier repressed,
When present society doesn’t still show signs that depress,
Thus to move forward takes admittance on both behalf’s,
Is it YOURS or MINE?
There is blame on both OUR parts.

I guess i should speak a little!!

2009-10-29T03:25:00.000-07:00

Well i haven't really spoken or written a post that is me personally interacting with the reader, but i think that is the purpose of my poetry to personally engage the reader. Any how, i guess you should know a little about me. This blog though not extensively long, has been going for about 2 years. It was just a way for me to release the private love i had for poetry and give others a chance to read my thoughts and feelings, because that is what my poetry is, and if you know me- you will know that this is not a possible task to do with me as a person, as i have been told i am unreadable. I am 22 years old. I am a university graduate, i pursue acting, journalism and poetry as you can see here, in my life aspirations and vocation. I would like to encourage comments because whilst i love what i write, as it is close to my heart. I would like critical analysis from others; especially professionals. Well this was my first time to speak and already i feel i have spoken enough, so i hope you enjoy my thoughts and feelings and please do not be afraid to comment!

Aaron
(RoachMan)

Crosses

2009-10-29T03:17:00.000-07:00

No matter how I try, I can’t seem to get them off of me!
A romanticised ending to a heavily laden struggle it was meant to be?
However for every scurried step I have taken,
In the manifested movement of fiddler crabs,
something seems to break the paving slabs.

I do so much and wish so positive,
Heart rejects the championing of plight on how others live,
So why does effort transpire as invalid?
Considered obsolete; wandering aimless on journeys deemed nomadic.
I have a path, however it takes on the form of Gaza,
Having to leap landmines in my own local plaza.

Why are they always on me?
Why cannot a premeditated action grasp fluency,
Instead of my own fortune trying to con me,
Ones sanity becomes delinquent- practicing truancy.

For every positive, two negatives arise neutralising possibility,
One can only continue, whilst embracing transparent humility,
But whilst exists a cross here and a cross there,
One will meander combatting with a structural sphere,
So try as you will with two intersecting enemy lines,
To stop progression and stunt the fire of ambition in one’s eyes,
All this will do is contribute to the flare of the flames,
Because while some oppose them with noughts as playful,
I refuse to partake in the games.

Is There Only One Answer?

2009-02-11T08:30:00.000-08:00

There are many questions that require a fixed answer,
You ask for a leaf of my pad: I can only reply, yes master!
To refuse would be crass,
There is an expected protocol throughout the mass,
Mass population possessing limited stipulation,
Excuse me! May I request to pass you?
In a massive queue,
How about I say ‘No!’ waddle your way through!
Am I wrong?
They sing prose, whilst I speak poetic song....

Many cultures could and would demonise practice, that others do as traditional,
That which some see as nonsense bringing ailment, to others is medicinal,
I may belch here and you laugh as a normalised function,
In some places, this can be a compliment, while others would subject you to worse punishment than the truncheon,
I keep my eyes open and object on occasion to political correctness,
Protocol made by those that think they know, but have guessed this,
Why should I do this and answer your one way responsive question?
When you already know what is under the bird that is nestling…

Consistently I have been written off as insolent and disregarding,
Fighting 300 plaguing issues as the only Spartan,
I do not wish to disobey your instructive ruling!
It is the premise and basis that I find antagonistic and fooling,
Why if you see or know I have a utensil to borrow,
Do you have to ask? instead just take and return it as you found it tomorrow,
Would it be disrespectful?
Saying what one is doing, whilst one does it,
Apologising as there is no alternative, for uncomfortable nudging.
There are many questions that require a fixed answer,
However, a break in or from protocol would not mean disaster.

My 'U' Story!

2009-02-03T06:45:00.001-08:00

Part 1

Would it be wrong to want to come out of ones own self!
Pulled by the tongue out of humane form in an act of stealth,
You cannot hear me?
Can you tell it is me?
Am I not the same?
Was coming out of myself an act in vain,
Metaphorically moulded a man of moral,
I am!
Quality of quirky and querying speech caused many a quarrel,
It did!
Transcend into transitional transformation,
I will!
Stop this love of linguistics! A useless infatuation,
Simplify to convention of my home tongue,
I can do both anyway! I’m sorry Mum!
So here I stood, confused as a caterpillar airborne,
Find somewhere new! I need to do!
To exercise my linguistic brawn!

Part 2

I found the place of my diction dreams,
But it is not as it premonitory and primarily seemed,
It’s not?
I again feel the closing clasps of conformity,
I am not the same; but I found one or two,
We can “roll”, do as we do!
I remember the reasons for my being here!
I look forward to personal fulfilment with slight fear,
Hold on!
This is not as I wished to exercise,
The doom of disappointment again opens its eyes!
It does!
Get on and grasp what I have been given a chance with,
I will!
Perplexes, vexes and depresses! Goes straight through the sieve,
It did!
I am useless; brawn is non existent! I was wrong!
Amassment of institutional aggravated arrogance! I should have performed my song!
I should!
No matter, I will go on!
To the end, take it all in; completely through the bong,
I finish! I scrape! I get through the terminal turmoil!
Metamorphosis is next! It will fix it!
It Will!
My choice this time, live for myself! Back to linguistics!
Yes I Am!

1 Hand

2009-02-03T06:43:00.000-08:00

If I were 2 grab you by 1 hand,
Would you grant me the satisfaction of knowing that I am that man?
Am I the 1 to get to grips with that soft texture first?
Or are you deceivingly but amiably ambidextrous?
You assured me that, that hand belonged to me and only me,
Ignorance, arrogance: A fool 1 must be,

An example of ambidexterity like you, becomes universally luscious,
A smooth brown without tampering, with the long natural locks of a Libyan,
However you are doubled edged! Ambiguous as an amphibian,
Living two lives: above and below,
Am I playing the unsuspecting? above the water flow,
Do you have another that gives you different?
Wet and Wild, while I’ve become dry and consistent,
Land against Water, Left against Right,
My Love! You unintelligibly utilise both,
Separating only by day and night.

I wonder when we court and I escort you out, holding the 1 hand,
Is this a repetition spinning uncontrolled, such as the wings of 1 fan?
Am I the only 1 spreading you? Or is this largely unconscious such an albatross spreading its span?
Are we viewing entertainment that you have before?
You jump before it occurs, whilst I await the eyesore,
This has become asunder, invoking in me something uncomfortable,
I want the other hand, but you cover it as if it were something formidable.

I have only ever held the 1, but never 2.
It would seem this is how you separate. DO YOU?
I have become the loved up and all-giving fool,
Whilst you have rested your tail on a 2 legged stool.

Was I the only 1?
Not unless 1 is doubled against 2 in a sum,
YOU WERE THE ONLY 1!

Why did you lie?

2009-02-03T06:41:00.000-08:00

Standing still, Thriving thrill,
Wondrous Shape, Windy shake,
Completely obsolete,
Unworried, untouched, like that of an un-born’s feet!
Sweet!?
Dubiously doubting, whilst noticing a sugary coating,
Sour is the inside thought and feeling floating.

Amazing anger, Veiled veranda,
What Vexes thee?
Is that vexation observable to see?
Hidden demeanour, Historic arena,
Sense of sentimentality,
But the nostalgia is deemed keener,
Clawing back to joyous when’s and where’s?
Cracking nails on every clutched member of the case of stairs,

Dire delusion, Finished fusion,
Dismembered position, Delayed petition,
Ignorance breeds frivolity,
Effort breeds quality,
Frivolity subtracted from quality equates to an effortless ignorance,
Assimilated and adapted into a normalised existence of high maintenance,
How it should be! Always has been!
Oblivious to the images other pupils have seen.

Dirty, Dirty, DIRTY!
No! Stop! Arrrrr!
Another, again, flat line,
Tiptoeing along the line of limbo,
Questioning which way to go,
You take it or shall I?

Invincible

2009-02-03T06:39:00.000-08:00

Sometimes invincibility can be assumed,
However is it blinded by unauthentic clouded fumes?
Is one fooling their own self believing?
“I cannot be harmed or touched?”
Where in retrospect they are bringing their day closer to dusk,

Been through so much, hardly a scar,
Not a bone broken from an overturned car,
Warning from an unforeseen and seemingly unimportant source,
Will these “hard ears” be the dying cause?
Just Change!

Easier said than done, my friend!
Easier to let the scene “roll”, rather than change and amend,
Anyway invincible I am, as he were before,
But he was still hung, and for our sins he died for,
WOW!
Realisation of ignorance penetrates the soul, something foul!

Together I am, built by bricks,
Bricks are broken down: reductionist,
Turned back into cement textured thick,
Invincibility can never be personified, let alone presumed,
So invincible you may be, walking straight into your doom.

Shut Up!

2009-02-03T06:30:00.000-08:00

Oi! Yo! Yeh! You!
What! Who? Nah!
Scheww(kiss teeth)
Hey! Come?
Me?
Yeh You!
Why?
Just come!

Why? Why?!
Hmm Hmm…
Why?
Ha Ha!
What?
This,
Nooo!
Yes, I am!
When?
Now!

Comes!
Goes!
Came,
Went!
Go away!
Nope!
Will never!
Why?
Where?
I don’t!

Come Back!
Do!
What?
TELL ME?
Oi, Yo! Yeh! You
SHUT UP!

Go: where?
Until: whom?
I: How?
Lose: When?
Time

To understand the poem: Look at each of the 5 words that start the last stanza. The capital letters that start each line make up the emotion/word that the poem is trying to verbalise.

Claim The Throne!

2009-02-03T06:27:00.000-08:00

Go on then! Reach for it!
You feel you are the forsaken, but I ignore it,
Claim the throne?
Non-existent is the thread and pin, but still the fate is sown,
Go ahead, Claim your throne?
It is there for the taking,
Or is it you forsaking?
You that partake in internalised neurotic debating?

I have seen my throne,
I just cannot afford it yet, so I settle for a leather clone,
For the meantime,
However a year or two will bring about ‘ME’ time,
No! not arrogance,
Completion of hard work for a deserved success chance,
So can I claim the throne?
Hold on! ………
Wait!................
Do I want a throne?
Is the throne just an ideological and imaginary grasp on supremacy?
Opportunity for them to throw images of their superiority at me!

Go on then! You have your throne!
I only know one thrown, but the owner to you must be unknown,
Unrecognisable is the over-decorated throne you sit on!
Looking an imbecile, with all the bravado; on a chair that only a liar could fit on.
A real throne owner is a contradiction in itself,
As one with such status does not need public displays of wealth,
And whatever else it may be, or however else you wish to title it,
One deserved of such status, has a humble infinite seated bike of power and cycles it,
Allowing all people the opportunity to achieve personal success and might,
Thus, I do not need or believe in your throne, I’d rather opt for a seat on the bike.

Chucked Up

2009-02-03T06:24:00.000-08:00

This pit is chucked up,
Knocked down, but she thought she was knocked up,
Incessant waiting while debating,
Fluorescent stating of negating
thoughts,
Playing exotic games resembling western sports,

Thoroughly chucked up until the end,
Fam! Its familiar friends fraying like thread,
Thought they were close, even familiar,
But your ideas were Freudian; initially perceived as sillier,
I cannot verbalise or vocabularise this anger,
An inclination to draw the turmoil and publicly display it upon a hanger,

Living in an eccentric world of imbeciles and Neanderthals,
Prematurely present in a word for future souls,
I harbour feelings and thoughts, as the only belonging,
Am I the only one not chucked up or is it to the same eccentricity that I am succumbing,
Chucked Up! I cannot manoeuvre over this anger embellished bump,
Searching seriously for the ascension of sanity, which has already sunk.

It’s Chucked Up!

Blessed

2009-02-03T06:21:00.000-08:00

I am Blessed,
Knowing life awakes me when I rest,
The aptitude of understanding the extent,
Is dimmed and lessened by the rope length,
Only a weak man would do so,
But a stricken and struck down soul might not know so,

Blessed, one is with many a facet,
Caressing ones own plan with knowledge that is tacit,
Am I lucky? Or perplexed within one’s own self,
Self belief, selfishness or self premonitions of illusionary wealth,
Is this all we are interested in?
Is not self alleviation or achievement something to win?
Is a loser with wealth, wirelessly worshipped as the epitome?
Epitome of success? Well! Without happiness I pity thee,

Stay blessed; nurture one’s blessed present,
Acquire fulfilling joy, whether rich or a peasant.

Believe! You are blessed,
For thou art is to understand, a gift not used is a gift left,
Something left behind can never get in front,
Thus, regardless of how idle the nature of the baggage seems, it must be carried,
And you must feel the brunt,
If achievement was effortless,
Would then achievement be worth the strenuous hunt,
Hence Blessedness would not be a gift,
It would be something financially feasible,
Thus, use your individual gift, and remember to please yourself,
Because you will never please them all.

Unrest Spirit

2009-02-03T06:17:00.000-08:00

My spirit is never at rest,
I am woken out of sleep jumping,
Sometimes with the heart stamping, let alone pumping,
Cold sweat, more than wet,
My spirit is never at rest,

I sleep face down,
However when occasional face up is manoeuvred,
What could possibly be touching me?
Sleep is never resumed,
My face seems caressed,
That which seems napping nonsense,
Awakens, as I do into present occurrence,

Why is my spirit never at rest?
I jump, I twist, I turn,
Never more than an hour passes, before I spiral back,
Back to normality, sub conscience knows better,
A visit from Freddy, A visit from Curtis,
Two figures of importance but also love,
So why would this unrest my sleep?
Why am I forced to flinch, but not to speak?

Eyes cannot close completely peaceful,
I am bound for binary disturbance,
I wake or worry,
Each time, never similar,
Apart from when I fall endless,
This has been repeated since my yelps were younger,
Only now, after the supposed or proposed dream death……
I wake in hunger??
Why is my spirit never at rest?

You just sit there don't you???

2007-12-07T10:38:00.001-08:00

You Just Sit There Don’t You?

You just sit there don’t you?

Never mobile, never a caring stare,

Never do you fear a tear,

Or share the flare,

Or shed a tear,

You just sit there don’t you?

Comfortable, not a single worry to bring woe at all,

Woeful we are,

Independent but interdependent of your contemporaries you are,

Still, standing, Steadfast, stolen in stance,

You are not yourself now,

You are borrowed, taken, oblivious to your spontaneous life expectancy vow,

Your mine, all mine,

Keeping your body clean and making your nose shine,

I do it presently,

Through the said shared flare omnipresent in me,

You just sit there don’t you?

Envious one is of you,

Especially the way you are endless and blink-less with view,

I try to just sit here don’t I?

However, I am always noticed,

Sticking out like the only pupil in a group of eyes,

Throw this,

Yes it is my heart,

However you just sit there, never here, always a hand length apart,

I Love You!

Sit as you wish,

Never be abyss,

Reliable as no other,

Don’t know your sex, but I swear you’re my brother,

Ignorantly had one, ignorantly lost one,

But you stay stationary, excuse the pun!

Paradoxically, lyrically, you are my friend,

So you just sit there don’t you? my emotion filled pen.

Flight-we never know when the end is.....

2007-12-07T10:37:00.000-08:00

Flight

Wow! How do you fly?

Look how you soar so high!

You eloquently excel your flock,

I will not be green eyed,

Justify jealousy to be vile,

Rather learn your technique,

Spread my span splendidly carbon,

I wish my journey to reach that higher mountain top!

Wow, from your sophisticated flight fluctuations,

You are allowed successful twirls, twists and turns,

Masterful manipulation but materialistic; stop showing off!

Not really! I do not blame you,

However you are not me,

From your incessant injuries, come my intuitiveness,

Change that which you do wrong to that, which I will do right,

Improving mine, by correcting the errors of your flight,

Increasing modesty and enforcing moderation in my flare,

Now look how I fly!

I’m nearly there,

I crafted a creation I’ve craved at high altitude,

Look at that fierce flying fortitude!,

Wings flapping flying up the higher key to the mountain top door,

I will reach there even before those I have carbon rated,

And yet I am so much younger,

But hold on!

What is that no flyer pointing at me?

BANG BANG!

Cross Cultural conversing-"I gine talk"

2007-12-07T10:15:00.000-08:00

Barbadian dialect:-

I gine talk!

I’s a man dat dissect issues like souse!

Wid a knife and fork,

So being dis man I got no choice,

I gine talk!

I love to learn, like to get teach,

But I sorry what dem wan teach bout race I impeach,

Dem say Multiculturalism,

AH WHAT DE RAN GEORGE!

Tek one glance at my tree, wunna see multiculturalism forge,

We in a racial jail,

Learn each oder Culture dem say de bail,

I say look at Redman’s ingredients,

I is as de majority, a fruit cocktail,

I gine talk!

Me great grandfader he white as chalk,

Me grandmoder she coolly!

Me oder grandmoder OUI! PAPA! BOUJAIS! She jet black,

Wunna wan learn Cultures tek a step back,

I gine tek a step in de oder direction,

Love of language, etiquette and intelligence we also show affection,

Tek what wunna see we are wid a deep tought,

Me, I’s real, I ent playin no sport!

Everyting I say I mean, no matter how vicious,

All dem badminding pon we, wunna too damn malicious!

Intelligible and intelligent speech I gifted wid too,

I ent support no separation,

We must embrace everyone no matter where or which hue.

Normal Englsh dialectal translation:-

I must speak!

I am a man to query qualms,

Such as a labourer with unclean palms,

I favour the feeling of involvement,

Therefore I must speak!

For enrichment of the mind I have a passion,

However the way in which race is taught is of a farcical fashion,

They say Multiculturalism is the rationale, OH MY DEAR!

Just look at your biological background, multiculturalism is right there!

We are in racial entrapment,

Learning other cultures is the recommended disattachment,

Look at my inherent multi-racial relation,

I am like many a colour combination,

I must speak!

My half white grandfather died, I still weep,

My Grandmother is an actual West INDIAN!

While the other is a very dark Dominican,

Wish to learn Culture, look to yourself to find that which you are seeking,

I will look and endeavour elsewhere within civilisation,

Everyone can equally use versatile verbalisation.

Take how you visualise us with careful consideration,

I am blunt, I speak without procrastination,

I say it exactly how it is, boldly brutal,

Those that view us with spiteful contempt, Try to be neutral!

I can also speak linguistically lavish,

Do not segregate,

Rather unify, in favour to those attitudes that are savage.

Media Practices

2007-12-01T05:39:00.001-08:00

Media Practices

Media Metaphorically informs me,

Media Practices practically bore me,

Is it me or am I seeing double,

Double, doubly constantly,

Formulation rekindled and reiterated for ratings,

I believe that one should not speak just to say things.

Purpose and meaning should be insisted,

However with that which was never present, how could you have missed it?

But as a self professed thespian, I value Stanislavskian Stead,

As an early avid and advanced reader I appreciate talented transcription,

I am not compromised, but neither am I bemused,

I fall bracketed as the majority and find myself also amused,

Am I therefore another attention seeker whom emulates my famed counterparts from the eye of the public?

Is this the example set?

Is the Media a threat?

Discriminatory?

Roots of Racism are in the Media Practices,

Misunderstanding, or is it blatant xenophobia that it is,

Contorted Reportage is the perplex,

What should I believe upon request?

Stay indifferent, unbiased in decision,

I wonder is it me or you that control that, which I have written,

That, which is written,

That which leave the impressionable public smitten,

The Media practices a jumbled journal of juxtapositions,

Writing from their own oval opinionated positions,

Or are we just fishing?

For an excuse that does not include our selves,

But instead elude our selves from the equation to pass the blame,

Momentum and unconscious inspiration direct my hand to paint reality,

However the emotive uncontrolled swipes of my pen cannot eradicate the Media manipulated partiality!

The media Practices?

What?

LOOK!, SEE!, HEAR!, READ!,

Make your own decision!

Are You Mixed Race?

2007-12-01T05:38:00.000-08:00

Are You Mixed Race?

Are you mixed race?

Nah, I’m not you know!

Oh! That’s mad you sure look it though!

Yes, I know I’m always told,

Are you mixed race?

No, I’m just light skin,

Wow! Thought you were, you got sort of a white grin,

What?

Well my Granddad is half white so I’m………….

Your what?

I’m lighter skinned.

Are you mixed race?

No! Not at all, look better at my face,

I don’t understand,

I’m just light skin man!

So how come your older sister’s hair is coolly,

Your mixed race you can’t fool me?

Nah, but my other Grandmother is half Guyanese,

And a lot of these people are Indian, you see?

So you are mixed race then?

No, like both my parents I’m black, Do I need to say it again!

But both your parents have mixes,

Hence your family’s lighter shade in pictures,

Well Yes, you are right,

Well then call us Black people, who are light,

I concur, you are correct that you are still black,

However any black person with light skin is mixed and that’s that!

Oh Okay! I’ll agree before this has the chance to worsen,

Look just because you are light, mixed, or whatever, it doesn’t make you any less of a black person!

So are you mixed race?

It’s very far back, but I have a mixed heritage, so I guess I am,

Yes, you are but you are part of something bigger, the Human race,

Be proud of yourself and everything that you have, Embrace,

I do and I’m proud of my family, so I guess I’m proud to be of mixed race.

What is it all about?

2007-12-01T05:37:00.000-08:00

What is it all about?

The smiles, the frowns,

The artificial official,

Making my paper sizzle,

Or indeed fizzle out,

Please!

What is it all about?

Lives, Deaths,

Foes, friends,

Family; some play the friend to me,

Some play the enemy,

I struggle to find the perimeter,

Boundary of which to assess the diameter,

I thought I knew it all,

Down to how birds fly and spiders crawl,

Ignorant to the facts left out,

Without an aerodynamic or gravity doubt,

We do not have control over all,

Instead, we central possess control over nothing at all.

We think we know what it is all about in a microcosm,

But it’s much bigger and more contradictory complex than Catechism,

What it is about resembles a bout,

Between two, rivalling in a different radical rout,

Actually more than two,

But I’ve tried to simplify the logarithmic length to you,

I do not believe as rational choice theorisers,

The truth can enter our mind and not undermine us,

Undermine the mind and leave madness underlined,

Because what it is all about,

Ears cannot decipher, it is too high a decibel shout.

Involved? or Implicated?

2007-12-01T05:34:00.000-08:00

Involved? Or Implicated?

I am actually not involved,

Not in that cycle, as the world revolves,

Attachments to detachments,

It becomes decimated, decreased to fractions,

Amazing it may seem to them,

However crazy are the themes that stem.

What on earth are you talking about?

Incredible! Incredulous! Whenever ajar becomes the mouth,

Going in, coming out,

There it goes again! Giving another unrelated idea sprout,

SHOUT!

But appearing again is decimation as decibels are mirages,

Striving to juxtapose and create the collages!

I am actually not implicated,

Hysteria that is hypocrisy in its basis,

Hypothesis from Marx to Socrates,

Relating? Slight? or are they knock kneed?

Perplexing ones own self,

I understand if you’ve gained muteness, as a worrier gains writing wealth.

Alright, if you do this? I’ll do that,

If more of us gain weight, will you want fat?

I speak as the Agent and you record this as the processor,

Or is it vice versa and I copy you, ultimately highlighting my status as lesser,

Dupes or dopes,

It seems if they all lynched, we would all grab for the ropes.

As was done before,

Therefore,

Are you involved?

And or

Are you implicated?

The African

2007-12-01T05:32:00.000-08:00

The African

The African does not wish for specialty,

The African wishes just for entitled dignity,

We have had slavery then oppression and the list goes on,

But The African wishes to commence, and on their pedestal, leave the foes on,

Commencement is wished, Amendment is missed,

The African is sick of preconceptions, pity and is p***d!

A wish to now be known as an unnoticed part of community,

You’ve had your Voyeurism! Thus, colonialism has provided immunity,

The African wants no longer this title,

They are the same, just darker and wish to end the cycle,

Let us now then leave this mentality behind,

The African can and will show correlative power of mind,

They do the same and have the same,

Just variations in technique and in name,

They were never taught Art,

Hence inspiration directs that, which they carve,

Music is naturally created with every day finds,

Fruits for example are dried out to contribute to euphonious chimes,

African nature has provided individualistic living,

African nurture has coincided with an optimistic giving.

African contributed to all we have and know,

Without it, there would not be half of what there is to sow,

British, Spanish, French and Italian empires have all prospered,

While Post colonial Africa still needs to be fostered,

Thus, is it wrong for one to wish to shed the separation?

Go on an in themselves find personal alleviation,

Africa is the motherland for all it has bore,

Therefore respect its offspring, and let them spread wings and soar,

Slavery Story-The whole FACTual story

2007-12-01T05:30:00.000-08:00

Slavery

To reveal slavery explicitly,

We must delve to the start of its history,

Civilisation of ancient Sumer was maintained by slavery in 3500 B.C,

It would seem predisposed that those seen as underneath superiority,

Like the slaves of Egypt 2000 B.C are stopped from advancement and owning as little a commodity as property.

It is ironic how fundamental to society were and are ‘migrants’?

Such as the slaves of Greece 750 B.C captured by pirates,

753 B.C started the African Invasion by Rome taking 2 million,

Taken from the Sahara and the North, born to a slave made you a slave, no matter how normal a civilian,

Some retained humanely humility, freeing slaves with demeanour,

404 B.C, 8,000 freed by a Roman Christian woman Messalina,

However many could not wait for divine intervention,

135 B.C Sicily, 6,000 slaves rebel stating their own prevention,

Some of you whom call yourself European might be a slave descendent,

In 73 B.C, Spartacus owned a group of Celtic, Thracian and German slaves, but this is no appeasing amendment,

Religion is a contested issue, especially in its previous state,

Especially when you realise in 395 A.D British pagan slave boys were purchased by Pope Gregory the Great,

In 1402, Canary Islands were discovered and utilised,

Through forced African Labour of whom the Portuguese colonised,

1447 With local African rulers, agreements were made,

For slaves and goods, In 1485 Benin started the trade,

1492 Columbus discovers the “New World” supposedly,

However in 1494, Spanish were denied access to colonisation, due to a French treaty,

An influx of slaves was none the less due to Spain,

In 1510 King Ferdinand purchases from Portuguese, 250 African slaves,

For those of us who notice difference in West Indian dialects, look to 1562,

Englishman John Hawkins, orchestrated the massive accumulation of slaves from Africa to the Spanish colonies in the West Indies too,

An eighty year war, Dutch against Portuguese, 1568 to 1648,

The prize being parts of Brazil and African slave supplying areas, whose purposes were deemed innate,

The Dutch won continuing to import slaves to North America, which will leave most irate,

Around 89,000 imported slaves, 1672 marked the British Royal Africa Society,

Establishing forts on the African coasts starting 1673,

In 1730 Britain’s inevitable dominance arises, and between 1690 and 1807, 2.8 million slaves were traded,

In 1737, 700 slaves on wrecked Dutch ship Leusden never made it,

1760 marked two important events with 425,000 Africans taken to Cuba and Brazil by USA,

The other was ‘Tacky’s Rebellion’, a revolt in the British Caribbean colonies resulting in a very bloody day,

Slaves being thrown overboard on ships were a regular occurrence,

But 1781, The ‘Zong’ atrocity was different, 232 slaves thrown overboard for compensation insurance,

Haiti’s year was 1791, burning over a thousand plantations and killing many, of whom were white,

Many more blacks were killed in response, but slavery was abolished by the French because a looming Spanish-English invasion induced fright,

Blindness is rare, but in 1799 upon French ship La Rodeur 39 slaves suffered,

Going blind resulting in them being thrown overboard and this stayed covered,

The 1800’s marked supposed abolitions of slavery, 1807 was the British,

1817 British compensate Spain £400,000 to end this,

In 1822 a slave rebellion was led by Denmark Vassey in South Carolina, USA,

1823, 47 slaves hanged in Demerara in one day,

1832, 100 Jamaican slaves were executed after revolt,

1833, Duke Wellington opposing abolition showed the bill having no result.

However August 29^th, Abolition becomes law in Britain properly,

£20 million was paid in compensation for loss of ‘property’,

A revolt on Kentucky, the American ship led to their torment in accord,

1844, 46 men, 1 woman, were mutilated, hung while alive, shot and thrown overboard,

1862, Slavery abolished in all US federal territories,

1888, Brazil does the same starting the end to the sad stories,

1962, Saudi Arabia is last in world to pass a law of abolition,

1964, Africans in Zanzibar bloodily kill their Arab oppressors in one night to avenge their mission.

This is the story of slavery,

We must recognise those who stood up to show bravery,

Most of us could never do this and with such propriety,

Delete racism, celebrate abolition and bring cohesiveness to present society.

Up and Down

2007-12-01T05:17:00.000-08:00

Up and Down

Up and Down,
Side to side, round and round,
Fits in the blazing sun,
WOO! It’s amazing fun,

Gravity force, reacts and contracts,
Heavily paused from deep contacts,
WOOSH in the air,
THUD back down to here,

Up and down but still there’s doubts,
A need to get the ins and outs,
WOAH!
The thrusting feeling as they converge,
An intensifying cloud of comfort,
But yet electrifying, it can hurt!

Up then down, increasing levitation,
Landing becomes heavy, decreasing alleviation,
The rod of correction never ceases to stop,
It does not care; it wants to have fun on top,
FUN! FUN! FUN!
So, when will protecting one’s self become a commonality?
Too much Up and Down can lead to oblivious fatality,

Go on; fly high as a bird,
Keep in mind that which has previously occurred,
Live life with FUN!
However do not let Up and Down spoil the length of your run,
If continence is not known, instead of Up and Down, veer left to right,
To avoid selfish spite; as this can ultimately lead to the loss of life.

Metaphorically speaking

2007-05-18T04:03:00.001-07:00

Toilet

Ok, so you use me!

Should really wipe me first!

I’m there after you’ve quenched a thirst,

You can sit on me,

You can stand above pee,

I am filled then emptied,

One flush, each never envied,

I am a multi used device,

Like to think of myself such as those computers without the mice,

You can touch sheen my aesthetic ceramic form,

Yes I have to be cleaned; it goes down a storm!

Faeces filled Faceted, urination spilled uninhabited,

It seems I am just to be used,

We never vice versa to reverberate humour to be amused,

Not a single Thank You!

I wish just a candid compliment,

One that makes me feel less of a condiment.

Sometimes your sigh of relief evokes my higher belief,

You do acknowledge and know I am here,

You just do not see me, just my sitting sphere,

My flushing face, I blush in space,

Because I am left there again, after intimacy,

Knowing you are to return, increases the legitimacy,

But I am a toilet! Wondrously welded,

Don’t forget to close my mouth, leave me shielded,

I deserve that at least,

I was not just your friend after feast,

I belonged to you!

My poetry

2007-05-18T03:56:00.000-07:00

I Came Through The Door

I came through the door,

A mad medium couldn’t have prepared me for what I saw,

I opened my lids and lenses,

Confused by perpetrated purpose pending,

This door has led me to exile,

Anonymity hasn’t known me for a while,

I Pile through perilous in my quest,

Proceeding perpetually through this exiled dark,

Hoping to tread upon a match with which to spark,

Lighting is needed, my speech is impeded,

Why did I open that door?

WHATS THAT? I heard something, ear to the floor,

I wanted to judge the distance,

Or was it fearful bowel resistance,

Still to the floor, ascension needed,

French revisited me “Leve Vous children!”

It flashed leaving me without air expression,

My overriding intention to continue to learn the lesson,

Breathless I resume, grabbing ions to consume,

Inevitable chance of doom, like the economic era it boomed!

Where am I, lost in translation,

A million moons away in mild meditation,

Awaken from a state of hindered hibernation,

Hindered, I stayed winded, senses injured,

I pinch myself to seek reality,

I punch myself to tweak sanity,

The light has intensified, supposed reality arrived,

I have opened, entered and come through the door and survived,

A lesson learnt, feet palms burnt,

Reality adjourned, sweet calm is churned,

However still lost, misunderstanding surroundings picturesquely,

Everything stationary, the door has left my mind messing with me.

The latest Piece

2007-05-18T03:42:00.001-07:00

Let Us Imagine

Let us imagine that which I see,

Reflects reversely an inverse through your eyes to me,

My A being your B, Your grey being my green,

Maybe I love your hate and to you my kindness looks mean,

Am I really black, and therefore you really white?

Maybe that which I see as dark is really bright!

Let us imagine the world through each others focal,

That which I see is global, you view as local.

Let us imagine when you whisper, you really shout,

You think you’ve hidden but you’ve been found out,

When one steps forward, it is really back,

Staring Daily into the mirror thinking skinny when really fat?

Punctiliously punching, characterised correctly as a kick,

Am I really this popular or am I a misfit?

Smiling confidence in good looks, appearing to another as unveiled Unattractiveness,

Is this really freedom here or are we trapped in this,

Let us imagine The World we both see is really flat as first thought,

All the lessons imparted on us as children were erroneously taught,

Therefore is our history learnt really the history of fiction?

Alexander, was electricity really mistakenly made in a kitchen?

Let us imagine my bike is your car,

My flight is your swimming far,

Are we all wrong?

Am I thinking first when really last?

Is imagination the world and the world, imagination,

Thus, everything a farce.

LET US IMAGINE!!

first entry

2007-05-18T03:13:00.000-07:00

This is my entry ting really, innit. I have created one of these due to a lot of my contemporaries expressing the need for any one with a creative spirit such as myself, to be on here as a great way to just post your work and see what people think, etc. However i am still coming to terms with the idea of showing people my poetic, linguistic and lyrical expression which is the title of this entire blog. I have written poetry for years, since around the time i was writing lyrics doing the whole MC ting as a younger; starting age 13. I still do both but the MC'ing ting so to speak is done for fun now, as everyone is a MC nowadays and i view the scene as extremely farcical, however i am still very much a fan; i love lyrical expression, but especially intelligent and individualistic usage of language. Words are very real and riveting to me, and i personally have come to understand the extreme extent of this in the last year, where you could say i have rekinded the flame of passion for prose and poetry. Any way i think i've blabbed on enough now. Check the posts, look at material posted. Enjoy if you have time, and wish to.

Aaron
aka
RoachMan
aka
"dat Barbadian boy, Dominican Boy"
aka
"da realest to do dis"
aka
"da best lyricist alive and i do it 4 fun"
aka
"ur inspiration"

ps. some of the above titles may seem bigheaded but you know, as a lyricist you have to claim your the best to believe your the best to ultimately be the best and it is always good to aim for the best.