Fences

Looked upon your face mesmerised by the light that hit your eyes. I was trapped in your gentle gaze supple gentle 

Vaselined lips soft to the eyes but dangerous when connected 

To 

Mine

Deeply I felt them connect in my head at least. 

Then you spoke lost in your mirage

I only got the last elements

You’re from north london right

Unknown at that moment a force 

I could never shift or break from had me

In a trance

Captivated, but only on house arrest 

I didn’t actually need you but you needed me

That was your Play

I was your mark

Your darkness laid between your elegance 

And niceness 

You enveloped yourself 

Like a gift to be treasured, dazzling but as new gifts go you try and figure how to use them. 

Especially the ones you don’t need but shine brighter than you could imagine

Deadly in our exchanges of sexual pleasures 

I touch you methodically to create a need out of a want we both desired…

Transferred between your thighs was a drip that raised the hairs on the back of my neck as I was unselfish 

Not knowing this was why?

I was “perfect”. 

Young, Hungry, Selfless and In A Place

I Did Not  Need To Be With You

The Days Replay Months Shuffle 

As I look at the cell behind the picket fence. 

Two wrongs

Always sheds some light

It’s not about wrongs or rights

Is about how I sleep at night

With questions looming

Thoughts grooming
What’s this?

Who is this?

Why?
Silence with mental implosions

Continue to fill to the room

Heartbreaker

Beautiful, unique, smart but covered in the midst of artistry Loving caring a heart performer

Her Heart was outward organ so when it loved you felt every beat

When it hurt it bleed and was torn laceration deep

For years sustained heavy 

Mistreatment 

Every scar creating thicker skin but her heart was an outside organ

So coverage of GBH 

Was only every seen battery 

Built…

Just to love and let one in 

Betrayed and bludgeoned

To lies and deceit 

Cared for temporarily to feel the same feat

How does one leave the byproduct of neglect and negativity 
Screams from her mind control her emotional state of mind 

Powerful and destructive of any weakness shown
But yet her love bleeds 

Instead of pouring it’s sweet essence into another more worthy 

She proceeds to recover

Knowing there’s hope in this

“If there is?…”

“It better come quick”

Years of turmoil uncertainty it’s not just about the kids 

Love him tender love him sweet

Is all she does but it’s never enough for him to see
How her love here bleeds

Waiting to fill his cup 

Waiting praying 

God please intercede 

Only you know what we need 

Provide us with the wisdom and understanding to give each other what we need 

As two hearts long to be happy consistently 

…it…

Somewhere in Glasgow a Londoner of African decent find themselves lost in the melee of exits by the predominant nation in which their heart loves and longed to return. However their current location, suggests a future scotxit. Doesn’t have the same ring but it’s currently the only thing that corresponds with their desire for continuity
However, in the midst of it all this African English democrat has no choice but to adjust whether favourable or not. 

Birthed as an element of prominence. Life’s journey brought relocation but ones mind is stuck in the prominence. Is Glasgow less prominent not necessarily. If their honest they wouldn’t know. 

Dreams engulfed in dreams of un-ventured territory 

Was it too late to reside in another city filled with elements of prominence that only the mind can hope to see. 

Writing this every element is a confusing mystery 

Prominence will meet you London Glaswegian just keep pushing Brexit, barriers, confusion, will blend and marinate in dreams your determination and desires but whose fire will engulf your life

Remember life expires

Deji 

D Word Chef

2016

(…Subway Art inspired…)

Eternal Happiness…

Happiness is a figment of the imagination Tends to arrive on its own agenda

To any destination

Paralysed by its fulfilment and anticipation 

Happiness is like a gradient it dips and climbs

At the sign of a good or bad occasion

Joy on the other hand has a persistence that happiness could not fathom nor compare

But the thing with Joy 

Once it’s there it should remain

But along comes pain and breaks up my Love affair with joy
Questioning my happiness

Dipping in and out sadness

To the point I have replaced my joy with gladness and contentment 

Which I like but disagree to be complacent 

I’m riddling with feelings

Figments of the imagination 

Designed to categorise the places our voyage of life takes us
Happiness and I have mutual understanding 

We don’t really mix 

So we embrace each other 

When other guest like 

Love and joy come into the mix

Joy is my gain as well as my pain 

Life tends to play these sort of games
DWordChef

2015-08-03 

When Life is A Fallacy

Refreshing

Depressing over a year of

No reflecting

On life’s charms and blessings

On life’s “perfect” turns into repression 

Previewing screenshots

Of potential places where a moments reflection

Maybe have been the best form of progression

Elevated to life’s struggles 

Instead of deflated to dreams falsified message

Living in limbo with unachievable activities isn’t the worst thing…is it?

Waking up to visions of fallacy 

That are tangible 

Because I, We, She, He dared to believed 

That 9-5s, 6-2s, 5-9s are possibly forms of fallacy…

Stick or Twist

Derelict settings

The decision I made was it a calculate act

Or me just ladbrokes betting?

Decisions, decisions, decisions

I have three

To live 

To died 

To leave my legacy

Regardless of what I do I’ll complete all three

If I live will I live greatly 

With no regrets, fearsome in my decisions and tackling all the challenges I’ve met

Will I die in agony, accidentally or humbly

Will I be rendered a great because I chose to 

Fight for my destiny

Create a legacy

So my children’s children’s children

Will thank their forefather 

For digging deep

From bended knees and given everything

For what I believed…

By D Word Chef

08.07.2015

This Makes No Sense

Simplistic, Pessimistic, Confused, Deluded, Misconstrued, Misunderstood

Alleviated, Exaggerated, Perplexed, Removed, Unused, Abused, Misunderstood

 

Words that I remove from the pockets of the many hands that pluck my brain

Branded in smiles, selflessness and retracted gain

I do write words of deluded form that just nimbly subtract themselves from 

What I confuse myself with everyday

I write this in hope, that it makes sense 

Because as perplexed frowns 

Endow my plain glare with pessimism

Once filled with optimism and defiant courage

I look on life with destain

I write words no I type words with devices,

Slaps ones self,

Who writes anymore

Simplistic ways,

With no need to write 60 words in a minute

To make sure I make the grade

 

Just the simple, artistic act, that my self-efficacy crave 

And my personality would thrive on as I decorated the page

Writing with loops and curves mixing fonts and texts because it was the way my mind would 

Convey, it all on a simple lined page.

 

‘Miss I finished’ Without proper use of the English language I was learning at this tender age.

Remembering how mistakes, were mistakes, with very little cause to correct.

‘Miss, I have finished’. I correct myself in my thoughts as I wish I could turn back the page

Maybe a chapter maybe a book or two. Rewinding is what we all love to do at some stage

I just wished I didn’t feel this every single day.

 

My rambling has occurred

I’ve not written or spoken sweet words of poetry

With a soft deep tone to make knees we and tremble as I speak in a while. 

 

Maybe its the relationship I’m in that takes me such a while to finally word it all out.

I’ve lost my way, made mistakes upon mistakes, even lost my faith for a long while.

It’s taken 3 years to figure it all out. What do I do now?

The System is My Victim

Palpating my injured tissue
To relieve the tension from my wounded organ
Layer upon layer of systematic abuse
Confused
Because I thought the system was suppose to help you
Inquisition will be the downfall of those who fail to see through their investigation into life’s purpose
I have many questions
But lacked direction
Many ideas without a system
Many goals without objectives
So I began to check this
Ideas are
Inventions discovered everywhere as seeds
It’s for you to know how to plant, acclimatise, nurture, build, restore, rebuild, expand
Your idea with a correct system
Without the system your idea remains a victim off
Luther King Speeches

So that’s why I’m here stuck
But not because of dumb luck but lack of perseverance and I’ll be great I say
But I’ve got a lot steps to take.

It’s just how long I’m willing to wait.
Success can be instantaneous and short-lived. If the former is the latter
And rather take my time and see how my legend begins and maybe transcends.

Time x Time

Fascinating how time multiplies and gives us less time
So I look through my eyes’ eyes
And look upon you
Caramel skin radiant

I was lost for words internally
But spoke freely
Texturise my coarseness of being off the ball.
Reversibility had kicked in.
I was smitten
No longer lean and stiff.

Time multiples and I realise I haven’t done enough to have you so,
I must learn to increase what I do.

I want you to feel my love
While I help you
Do you hair
Show you I care
And even learn to braid
Just to spend more time with you.
You’re gorgeous through and through
Phenomenal is the minimum any person should utter to describe you

I hope you take my name cause I don’t see anyone who it would better place.

The one is dated, because you’re more than one person to me.
You’re my friend my lover my partner in and out of crime. You’re the reason I want to rhyme.
Love is not blind
It’s us.
And time with you is the only thing I lust.