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I’m NOT Simple Like Simon... !!! I’m A Complex Disciple... of Great Rhyme Recitals... And SIMPLY GREAT WRITERS...
Time travel, baby, Set me free, Time travel got a hook in me, Time travel, baby, Set me free, Time travel got a hook in me, In disguise as a young man in the city,
Like Most People I Like … " APPLAUSE " But NOT From Those Whose Conscience Gnaws .... Away At Them … !!!!! Who Do It Just To Fit and Blend ... With Those Who LIKE The Words I Write … !!!!
What On Earth Is THIS ... ??? SHOOTINGS Now In ... " Harvey Nic's " ... !?! Students POLICING Campuses ... ??? DOCTORS Who Are Now HEALTH RISKS ... !!!!!!!!!!!
Well Well Well..... What Can You Smell ... ??? ME I Smell A Crock of LIES ... !!! From TOP LEVEL Policing Guys ......
They're ... TRYING IT ... They're Playing TRICKS ... !!! They're Doing Things To Make Me QUIT ... !!! "Your role will change,we'll re-arrange, your work schedule, and change your day !"
It Seems That FEAR Is groWING Here ... !!! Because Some People Have Shed TEARS ... !!! TEARS Because A Loved One's GONE .........................................
My Works ... Poli - TRICKING ... !!!!! They're Tactics Are SICKENING ... !!! They're Using Their Power ... To Make People ... "cower" ... !!! It's ALL ABOUT This ... The Usual OLD Tricks ...
(Pt. III) ... After the 7/7 bombing ... This is the 3rd part of a Trilogy of poems to remind people about where some of their, " Anti-Islam Rhetoric ", started from ....
It's HARD To Stay ... " Cool " .. When Police Act The FOOL ... !!! They're USING The Bomb ... To Make You BELIEVE ... That WE DON'T Belong ...
Pt. II of 3 Poems) After the 7/7 bombing ... This is part 2 of a Trilogy of poems to remind people about where some of their, " Anti-Islam Rhetoric ", started from .... Well ... HERE WE GO ... !!!!!
After the 7/7 bombing ... This is part of a Trilogy of poems to remind people about where some of their, " Anti-Islam Rhetoric ", started from .... (BTW ... I am NOT, Pro-Islam)
I'm Being ... ABUSED ... !!! I'm Being ... ACCUSED ... !!! These Days I Feel Cheated ... Because I'm MISTREATED .... !!!!! My Job Is A PAIN ... !!! It's A STRAIN On My Brain ... !!!
Maaaannnn ... I don't give a fuck ... !!! People these days Like to ... Pass The Buck ... !!! Problems now appear cos' most live in fear ! but fears not my problem my position is clear !
Leaving London... ? I Can Understand Why... !!! Cos Things Aren't Safe... On Streets At Night... !!! MORE Gunfights... As Children DIE... Why..... ?????
Yesterday for my birthday, I started off with a bottle of wine... I took the train into town... I had half a bitter at the Café de Piaf in Waterloo... I went to work
Dear, I haven’t been in touch For a long time. Sorry. The last time I saw you Was in St. Christopher’s Place. It was a lovely evening... When I knocked that chair over. I am sorry.
You told me that your name was Maria, And that you came From the Netherlands, But you looked more like a Latina, With flowing dark hair, maybe a natural tan, I was in love, So much in love,
A tourist's delight is London and not without reason,If you think otherwise, you can't be forgiven,The British culture is something in which the Britons pride,You have no option but to take this in your stride
"Somewhere", spoke the grey lips in the wall.Somewhere before sunrise,before the first bird crows to dawnand the apathetic are yet to uncurlthe grit that gathers like dustbetween the fold of shallow eyes.
My sweet sister She took care of me in my early years Loving me, teaching me, caring for me One day everything changed 'Sister, don't be scared' Alone in a foreign land Inexperienced she was
In just a few hours, I'll be on my way. London will greet me, By the end of today. Mommy, I love you, And I hate to say goodbye, So I will see you later, And please don't cry.
New faces passing through the woodwork, boarding My connection made by a minimal margin Tension mounting climbing over mountains to return A place for learning I yearn
Peppered with a sheepish grin a shepard I became how much bigger you seem with borders that lie between suitors of hearts, my biggest competition A suit of hearts awaiting your fold
Lights flashingMechanics whirringThe Doctor's come at last Time passingColors blurringThe Doctor's coming fast
A fresh Soho dawn: Rhinestone girl once sashayed streets Now doorways are home.
I am a stranger, everywhere… I am unknown to no one but myself… Rain, rain…go away as they use to say… Though, the beauty I saw, no one understood me. I see relief, and serenity.
Chaos: our fireworks wouldn’t live up In London. gargantuan appetites, pre-party jitters and allergy-free sleep The East End is the main action. hipster community, legacy of gangsters and our mothers
Almost every nightI dream of taking your handand bringing you tosuch fabulous faraway places.
Our first evening in London he Keeps his arm around my waist and I Laugh at everything He kisses me in the door of the flat And doesn’t kiss me again until we wake up