Oceans blues

Am looking at the oceans,
Blue waters moving with patience,
As the wave moves away,
It wags its tail to bid goodbye,
Telling of the tales in the deep oceans,
Of the dead bodies it has swallowed,
In the deep oceans mud wallowed,
It sings songs of the battling sailors,
Lovers Jack and Rose pairs,
It calms souls with the breeze,
Shaking bodies with its freeze,
Trembling even the strong knees,
To lovers its a symbol of bliss,
With a touch it opens wedding keys,
Its the safest place to blow a kiss.

Poor love

Does my poverty denies me of love?
To love yes but to be loved in return,
My lack of cash for your shopping,
No money for weekend club hopping,
No finances for a date on our anniversary,
Seeing me as an adversary,
No love for a pauper.

I know you are in love with fame,
To me its not the same,
Am not even known in my village,
My journey to your heart has upped my millage,
Make me famous in your heart.

A poor mans cry,
In love and willing to try,
A poor man rich with love,
Pure and untouched that maybe you will never have,
Take me for me,
Pay my bills whenever i don't have a dime,
I pledge to give you all my time,
Feed me like a son we will have,
Dress me with every expensive cloth,
I'll undress you as we make love both,
Am a poor man in need of money.

Lost ghost

Am writing with my face down,
My heart doesnt stop to pound,
Its like its in my ear, so loud,
To my thoughts am bound,
This unending pain around.

My tears are dry,
I dont even cry,
My face wrinkled in sadness,
I lack my innerselfs peace and oneness,
Am exhausted and my body is filled with dryness.

I moarn the death of me,
Am a spirit thats free,
I look at the grave where i was planted,
It now bush and unwanted,
My brother doest bring flowers no more,
I dont hear him try to speak to me,
Nor does he visit anymore,
Am all alone in the world unknown.

I wish i had done my best,
Be great in all before my rest,
Make my mama glad of her west,
am her home in her nest.

Did i have to die to regret my undoings,
May i have a chance in redoings,
I wish i hadnt died in haste,
I got knocked down by a toy car a VITS,
If it was my wish,
I would rather have died by a Lambos crush,
I dont have honour even in death,
Am just a ghost thats lost

She is

She is an art of beauty,
Like Monalisa she is ancient,
She is my reason for patience,
My only thought and dream,
The cream dela cream,
My lifes spice,
That turns me highs,
She makes me wise,
With her you never need to think twice.

She burns like the sun,
Pretty and to have with its fun,
My only one,
The beat in my heart, drum,
My tasty liquor, rum,
Her kiss makes me numb,
Feeling her touch around my abbs,
My chest and my muscle curves,
She makes me chill when am hot,
Makes me hot for real,
We complete each others desires,
Be with her and you wouldnt need another to admire.

Replace

I need to get you out of my mind,
Cast you in the pits where you will be hard to find,
Call it blind,
Love is just wild,
It creeps in us slow in a slide,
Like a fast moving ride.

I dont to remember you,
You did take me for a fool,
In your mind you thought it was cool,
With me loving you without a rule,
Guess you are lossing your boy tool.

I aint hating on you,
The thought of you makes me blue,
from now on we are through,
I guess until i find another one to replace you.

Letter to Father

Dear God,
How have you been doing?
Its been long since i visited Heaven,
The last time i did i was below eleven,
I loved my time there,
Playing with the little baby angels,
I was very happy then,
Until i travelled to this damned world,
Am told to travel back i have to die,
Leaving people crying and saddened by my death,
I wonder does travelling to heaven has to leave such pain?
Since i came to the world,
I was adopted by a beautiful woman,
I call her mum,
I have made lots of friends,
Some i call my family,
I have grown to love everyone around,
They make my stay worth living.

Life hasnt been easy,
Heaven was much simpler,
People are not used to the rules,
I even find myself breaking some,
Punishment always come in hand,
From the judges of the world,
When hunger strikes,
People die,
The rich wouldnt even let anyone on their apple tree,
You have to die first,
For them to feel sorry.

The aim of writing to you,
Is to ask for a favour,
My friend is suffering,
He did get an operation on his abdomen,
Doctors said he had a perfolated intestine,
I hope that you take care of him,
We still need him for a better tomorrow.

I thank you for keeping me safe,
Am always in good health,
Thank you for the sound mind,
For the poetry i write,
To the people i write to,
Keep them safe and wanting more,
Before i go,
I praise you for,
Being a father i never had,
A provider of my ever need,
Thanx for whaterer i feed,
For the night before i close my eye lids,
You deserve my every praise.

Air has never tasted better,
My cries are dry never wetter,
I need to stay a bit longer,
To see my grandkids grow stronger,
Before i make my journey back home,
say hi to the beautiful angels,
My grandfather abraham and wife sarah,
Thank Jesus for his rescure,
Through Him we get everything,
Till next time.

Your son,
Jackson Jaxo.

Living Roses

I want to pass a living rose,
One whose scent never dies,
Whose beauty is forever,
Whose thorns prick on a daily,
To protect it from killerz of love.

I want to pass a living rose,
From any lady across,
One who's ready take me as a gamble,
One who sees my evil as humble,
Even when i think am all trouble.

I want to pass a living rose,
To anyone thats carefull,
Who will handle it with love,
Garden it with warmth,
When young roses arrive,
They will be a symbol to survive,
To love,romance and to keep alive,
Roses are passed alive not a bunch when cut

My seventh

when i was three days old,
I had a lover that was way old,
She would let me touch her softly,
Sleep with her,
Touch and lick her titties,
That was one of my best times in life,
My first relationship.

When i grew like three years old,
I had another love,
She was beautiful and caring,
She was a daughter of my first love,
She was celibate,
Wouldnt let me sleep with her,
She would kiss me and leave me wanting more,
The best thing about her is that she fed me,
My second relationship.

When i was seven,
I thought enough is enough,
I need space of my own,
I feel safe being single,
I need to mingle,
Maybe have some more time with my boys,
I had missed my little niggas,
We would steal sugar together,
Lick it and get an ass whooping together,
My third relationship.

As i grew like thirteen,
My little friend niggas got into relationships,
I had to get in one too,
I got hucked up to my neighbours daughter,
We were shy,
I would tell my little niggas that shes mine and we have fucked,
to prove i would describe the sexual act,
I was like a hero,
Only i knew better,
It was all a lie to boost my ego,
Infact i was still single,
My fourth relationship.

When i was sixteen,
I would write lots of letters,
I had multiple girlfriends,
I was a legend then,
I would lie to some of them that my name was ken,
They were as many as ten,
I was horny,
And cocky,
I would see myself as a great dancer or a comedian,
Girls loved me,
I loved being loved,
They loved how i made them laugh,
Hold hands when we were in school functions,
Hoping the others wouldnt spot me,
If they did i would lie shes my friend,cousin,sister or maybe my friends girlfriend,
My fifth relationships.

There came a time when i fell for one,
She caught my eyes,
She stole my breath away,
She was only i could think of,
My first love was worried of my education,
I would think she was just jealous of her,
She was my everything,
We were jack and rose,
She was my inspiration for poetry,
My first love,
My first of everything,
Until she became my first to break my heart,
My sixth relationship.

Now years have passed,
Am a strong willed young man,
I sleep mostly alone,
Whoever sleeps with me its made a secret,
Guys adore my acts,
The ask hows its done,
I enjoy it,
The way they want to be me,
But deep down i long for my only,
One to hold like my pillow,
One i wouldnt be a secret with,
One to make me feel warmth when its cold,
My seventh relationship.

Sunset

Look at the sun fall,
A big red glow,
Falling down low,
Cold sets in slow,
Lotsa mucus to blow,
A beautiful picture to draw,
Of warmth as it disappears.


Darkness looms,
Candles lit in every room,
Witches fly with their brooms,
It time for evil to roam,
Lovers go for dinner dates,
In two by two of a sets,
Many of different sex,
Some resort to all night love texts,
Of how you like his/her everything even the legs.

Cheating husbands and wifes get their chances,
To take a break away from their spouces,
To let others view whats in the blouces,
Maybe what the carry under their trousers.

As the sun rises in the morning,
Birds singing at dawn of the night tales,
With some sweet voice and wagging their tails,
Only the once who didnt sleep wake with a yawning.

The bright it glows we cover our evil deeds,
Waiting for the darkness to cast our seeds,
To some admire their eye lids,
A night bring totaly different needs.
Let the sun glow.

Beards

My beards are becoming long,
My mouth is covered i cant sing a song,
I cant whisper without getting a chock,
The beards take advantage of any conversation to enter without a knock.

Am gagged by my own untidiness,
I cant find a razor to clean up,
Maybe i should use a candle to burn it up,
Lest i get my cheeks and chin burned.

I fear for my own life,
Am confussed to be a member of a terror group,
One hunted down by all,
Am even afraid to look at myself on my mirror wall.

To some am handsome,
The feeling of ageing coz of a beard,
Girls like them older,
Abit tall to look them up from the shoulder,
One who would care to hold her,
Beards may lie of our age and make us bolder.

Next time you get me unkept,
Tired and unslept,
Know that its a new man shaped,
Handsome in mind,
Easy to find,
Help me in my plight,
In search of a razor.