Poetry / Rap

A poem for Monika

You see me and think ahhh shit, my mind, my body…they’re incarcerated …I’m so suffocated.

But you’re reading this all wrong, I’m only here to make you feel truly liberated.

I’ll light the fuse and BOOM! You shine so bright you’ll be illuminated.

I’m not looking to cage you like perhaps many have before.
I’m here to set you free, you’re a bird of flight, I want to see you soar,
Experience things you’ve never felt before

This isn’t a twist of fate,
please, please, please, don’t anyone call it a date,
as that’s a word you so love to hate.

But you do know you can be little miss busy bee,
the girl you want to be,
all young and free, independently
but also hang with a guy like me?
Ok…good, they aren’t mutual exclusivity

Do you hear me? I’m saying have your cake and eat it too,
moi petite Betty Boo
It tastes so sweet and it’ll be good for you
it’s time for you to saviour new,
a room with a different view

Leap out and grab a forbidden apple from the tree of knowledge,
Get a lesson from the teacher, take a seat at mister Ackerman’s college.

Dream big and tell me what you wanna be, I’ll get you there, be a self-made bitch like me.

You are the same as me, when 23, scared to be who you want to be,
paralysed by past fear, take my hand, a leap of faith with me,
let’s chat over coffee or perhaps a pot of freshly brewed green tea.

A little black vanilla chai.
you ever hung with an older English guy?
Mucho fun with that cheeky twinkle in his eye
no…you don’t even know that guy, he hasn’t even stopped to say hi…

My oh my you’ve got a warm smile, a tame, timide look that I want to defile

You raise your eyebrows so judgementally,
and your delicately inquisitive mind, it’s all too much for me.
The way you rock that black fedora, aahh pure poetry.

Most girls have nothing but their body to offer me,
as I find people draining with their innane chatter and stupidity.
I don’t even have to ask, I already know you agree,
we breathe the same air of snobbery.

I’m not better than them, we’re just on a different journey
They’re floating on the surface, I’m fighting sharks in the deep blue sea
contemplating the intricacies of life and the meaning behind Dali
they just switch off their minds and get brainwashed by TV.
but that’s not you and me,
we’re wired differently,
I’m looking for some badass bitch to hang with, what you doing at 3?

Waddup young granny? Jump out of bed and pop those teeth back in,
time for me and you to have some fun, got a taste for sin
we’ll do whatever tickles your fancy,
ask me nicely and I may even dress as a nancy

Question… are you free to talk about the world tonight?
Oh no, bed at 9? I thought you might.

Missy, stop resisting everything not within your tiny little comfort zone,
go pick up that phone,
I want to hear you moan

Dobranoc young whippersnapper, you still have much to learn,
see you in the morning, your first lesson’s tomorrow.

Poem morphed into a rap.

Poetry for Nikki

I’m not just in love with you, I’m in love with me, the me I become when with you.

I’m not in love with your…per se, I’m in love with the person I become with you, I want that everyday.

A beautiful face, I see them everywhere, a beautiful mind, so rare…

You’re so elusive and unobtainable, that only makes me want you more, you beautiful, beautiful fool.

You have the most illuminating smile I have ever seen, it lit up the deepest, darkest crevices of my dream

I want to crash into you like a wave at sea, crashing again and again and again, together, together, together.

Like two ships lost at sea, in stormy weather. Two boats, lost their tether.

I’m not the big bad wolf I appear to be

a distorted perception of reality is all we see

a scared little Red Riding Hood..K-I-S-S-I-N-G

Random Thought Poetry

Some may call it a midlife crisis, I call it a midlife awakening, I’ve been chained and repressed for so long, now’s my time to begin.

I think porn stars have it right, well in a way. They’re not inhibited by society or what people might say. They cut out the middle man of working like a slave all day. Cut right to pure unadulterated fun, sex for pay. Which is what we’re all working for anyway, a little play, some how’s your father, it’s just evolution they say.

You’re a modern day slave, chained to a job you hate, in the wrong relationship,c os you’re loneliness couldn’t bear to wait and all your dreams are going to have to wait, cos you’re running late again, late for a very important date and your children will suffer an identical fate.

Whilst you’re accumulating hours at work and a religious consumerist, I’m meditating in an Octopus’s Garden like a Buddhist.

Behind the eyes of every selfie, is someone screaming out, please, please love me! I don’t want fake Facebook friends and online avatars. I want real life emotions, interactions and characters.

While you’re staring at your iPhone, you’re blocking the sun, you’re missing out on real life, full of opportunities, beauty and fun.

I don’t want to be reachable on my phone and online all the time, nagged while I’m relaxing, is that such a crime?

Children are us in our purest form, free from conditioning, fear and prejudice, they play in the moment, all care-free, they are who we all used to be, take me back there, I want to go back there, before all this pain, suffering, Facebook and trash TV.

My dream life? Imagine no striving for more, more,more! Just everyone hanging out and helping the person next door. There would be no need for needless suffering anymore.


Yeah I’m a little guy, a diminutive shy, with an unquenchable thirst to get a little high, to escape from these feelings, these demons, escape from my past. Run to the future, yeah I’m running fast.

I’m paralysed…not by my enemy, by uncertainty and anxiety, the demons in my mind, the ones only I can see.

They say ignorance is bliss, well what’s the opposite of that? Cos all this knowing is a living hell. Pain, myself and others, all the time. My only remedy to paint or articulate my thoughts with a rhyme. An introverted creator, an artist’s life, it isn’t a fun place to be. Count yourself lucky, you just get to enjoy the spoils, vicariously. Loneliness, depression and insanity are forever near, listen and you can hear…All the pain, all the beauty, a razor blade swiped, sliced through van Gogh’s ear.

Silly Rap and Rhymes (well half of it is serious and prettyy good)

Creator, daydreamer, lyricist, poet, self-sabotage pro, got a first-class degree on how to spit out a Tsunami like flow, no first-class degree on how to keep a bad bitch though. But got smoking high class porn and 4G so…

It feels just as good when I’m on my own piece, so don’t need your per se, well of course, who’s gonna be better at screwing me than me? What’s your next trick to hook me? Know any Philosophy, Psychology, Trigonometry, what about a funny story…no? Well you’ve got nothing to offer me, no USP. There’s an ocean of beautiful interesting women, gonna go catch two or three.

Rick & Me Darkness Rap

MC Rick Lee, roots from a twisted family tree, a little like me, just not as crazy.

He and everyone knows, I’m a bad mofo, about to go loco.

I’m not talking Kylie’s locomotion, I’m talking drinking three bottles of Alice’s drink me potion.

We’ll go tripping out in Wonderland…ah shit, made this improv rap about me, all egocentricity.

I know. Let’s go Maccy D, for the Mad Hatter’s Tea Party.

You know mine’s a toffee sundae with Welcome To The Jungle on play.

Mum Rap

Xmas Rap