I’ll wait …
I’ll wait a little longer
I don’t mind the wait
It’ll make me stronger
I hear
So I’ll wait …
Time to process it through
Time to prepare for the ensue
Of waiting no longer for you
Yes I’ll wait …
Because I hear you’re worth waiting for
An irresistible meaning
An emotional cure
No doubt I’ll wait …
Cause I’m not sure what else to do
But just in case I fuck up
I was waiting just for you
The taste is vulgar
Like sloppy kisses
Under a wet sheet
Of awful
Bright light
I want u
Inside my hollowness
Fill my eager space
Slow
Surely
Overflow like a fountain of kiss
Us
Captured in an orange crushed minute
Under a velvet set
We mash
You and I
Entangled forever
Enveloped by passions best
For nothing else matters
Nothing comes close
To the shape of loveliness
When everything matters even less
I gave you my heart
My inexperienced
Longing heart
Because you pulled me
Like innocence
And still
I’m dangling in mid air
So grand in your suggestion
I wanted to put my hands all over your sculptured surface
Your man hair
My own private map
Was it a dream?
My fingers
Dripped down your face
On your lips
Inside your mouth
Where I could feel your burnt orange desire
Moist
No dream
Feel it
Breathe it
Hold it in your hand
Taste it
To understand its simple truth
Live it simply
Allow your door to be ajar
Let light filter through
Let life filter through
Make struggle apart of the equation
Do not wallow in her magnitude
Rather learn and walk with her
Know that Courage Strength Wisdom belongs to you
Know that truth rocks inside of you
Know that all things are rare and beautiful
Know that you are precious and different
Aretha Franklin and Sarah Vaughn sing the blues
On the note of a Lucinda Williams tune
Cassandra Wilson’s soulful gust sweeps through
While Karen Carpenter soothes you under an Apple Badu
If Stevie was the gypsy from the past
Then Janis was the Joplin with the classic belt
Unmasked
India and Alicia have the fingers with the hook
But a voice is not a voice until Jill Scott takes a look
And even then Lauryn Hill will rhyme you under a bridge
Where Tina Turner is rocking it with the best
No ike to impinge
Except Beyonce’s bootie which is dangerously in love
With Annie Lennox’s sweet dreams cause she does soul like a qualified sin
Make love to a Chaka attack
Break up to an Anita Baker track
Linger on a bjork tangent
Let the beat of Misdemeanor bring it back
Madonna made it big in the 80s because she was a virgin and stuff
And Kate was the Bush we lingered in like the sweetest school crush
You fucked me off today
Your thoughtless stings
Rude and thin
Singed arrows through my armor
I did not want your meaning in me
Horrified by the offer
Ugly
Has no place in my admiration
But damn little boy
It looks great on you
Sometimes
Is like a long winding road that offers no direction
Just smacks of dust
And a sign on the side that reads“Buckle up or die”
Sometimes
In my hairless age of being a child I never felt buckled in
Stunned by wild horses
I leapt towards a scorched almond sky
Sometimes I would get burnt
Sometimes I would cry
Often I swallowed my own
Smothering it
Afraid of its gain
Flashing it when I felt flashy
Rare and striking
I could snap into pieces
Without you knowing
And even then
I was fooling no one
But myself
And the burn
Sometimes
Boy you got me
I’m reckless
Under your skin
My heart just doesn’t skip a beat when you’re near
It just stops
Ba bum ba bum ba
And when I think about not thinking about you I only think about you more
Boy you got me
And I don’t know why?
You really not my kind
I’ve ridden in a car like yours before
A broken tail light
Am radio
The heater doesn’t work
And its sooo winter
But you give me your coat
Attached to a smile
That wraps superbly around me
And suddenly I forgot I was cold
Then you kiss me
An electric shock
Sweet Like honey tea
I offer a moan
And let another one slip out
Just because I can
And want too
Boy you got me
Fuck me
Deep
Let me feel your whakapapa in me
Let me feel
Your conquests
Your history
Your flavour
Your lovers
Let it belong to me
For this moment
Mine
You
Me
Some people are just crackers
I’ve decided
A gallop of silly persuasion
Parading around like power leaks out of their ass
I try not to be so judgmental
But you demand me to judge you
With your high and mighty song
The chorus goes “Look at me or I might die of too little attention”
It’s not a hit
And even then
Your talents are like a leak in the ceiling
Annoying
And expensive
If only you’d be kinder
To your friends
Lovelier to your family
Who emotionally bail you out of hot shit
And you stink at saying thanks
Things might be different
Your words are crude
Offering no grace
And you smile like an awkward crush
Look I don’t hate you
You just baffle my senses
If anything you entertain me
But even then I’m bored
Lighten up
Have a wank
Take a pill
Say I love you in the mirror 10 times
I hear it’s great for chi
Go on
I dare you
TOUGH OLD MAN (koro)
I would hear you before I would see you
That bold blend of pride and character
As loud as silence
You were a formidable might
Like a Kauri tree
Strong
Thick
Shaped in ways
That summoned
We, were in awe
Of your tireless hands
They worked harder than a colony of ants
Sometimes as brutal as the wind
PUAWAI
I think I can fly
Wings, heavy with sorrow
Bones, bright
Could be stronger
Skin, stained
Filthy from your words
Mouth open
Afraid to speak
Can you hear my voice?
Eyes, deep
Sad
But determined
I know I can fly
I know I can fly
I know I can fly
I’m unable to breathe; and I don’t mind
Just don’t move me or I might break lose of you
An uncomplicated flash of stillness and intrigue locks me in Like a magical moment created by poetry
Yet I don’t know you, by name sure, by smell and touch, I’ve studied you very well;
You speak like language is liquid, an ode to Sade and Al Green
While I strum to your words on my guitar that holds a thousand of my deepest thoughts under the strings
So I add you – without telling you
I don’t think you’d mind