One-Away

You see you!!
You are a one-away,
Love the way in which you run away,
But never know a way, to find the way-
To get away.
Indeed having a way, around the way, we live around our way,
Is something of a way with curbs,
I prefer to indulge myself in a way with words,
Others want-away, and stay with the way of the ‘burbs.

You see them!!
They are one-aways,
It’s amazing the ways, in which I can gaze,
but never get lost in a daze, like my days, in Five Ways,
Birmingham.
I used to love take-aways!
but never could make away, to break away, from those ways,
I had to disengage, and leave this behind as it carried the most haze,
In a known place, as a known face, I found laze, that I left with most haste,
But in a new place, with new ways, I end up on roads with two ways,
That I had to taste, to place, and locate, a new mate, to submit to fate,

So now I bring, whilst I sing, about my ring, a new thing,
Thing being, that I’m seeing, a new me in, this ring as a black king,
Needing a queen, and an A-Team, and a theme, to base my life on,
I have now done, for my son, yet to come, like bread with a knife on.
Cutting edge,
I have now sliced my way through my confusion-like bushy hedge.
I am a One-Away!

Movement

I move smooth don’t I?
The rhythmic patterned steps I take,
Gliding with the ambience of the musical elements,
Unrivalled kinetic energy in unison with tune and tone,
Mind may stop, but the body refuses to do so,
Smooth, sultry- almost seductive,
Of whom however?
As being immersed in the beating vibrancy,
Eyes are closed.
I see nothing but the wavelengths of tempo and treble,
I feel nothing but the booming base that bellows.

Watch my arms and feet!
It’s as if each could belong to two different makers,
I do not control them, and I know that I cannot stop them,
Fatigue cannot either,
Once that feeling is felt, and that decibel is deciphered,
Nothing else matters!!
As swaying, stepping and impromptu wave like gesture take over,
Lip biting, head nodding, stern facing physicality,
I am not me anymore,
Conversely I am now in character,
Looking a passionate professional,
But really an amazing amateur,
Look!
Look How I move!
Come and share in this vibe,
Where we have nothing to prove.

Sometimes I Feel Like...

Sometimes I feel like I'm famous,
Only to realise- I am just another dreamer who is nameless,
I do a lot,
Done a lot,
Some has gone to pot,
Some, some have forgot,
Created some rather interesting end products,
But still I'm further from sitting right than your left buttock.

Sometimes I feel like a poetic whiner,
Pessimistic stories ending with a smart one-liner,
Does the whimsical nature distract from the repetition,
All I really want is some recognition,
Posting like pat on social networks,
Trying to show that which is on my neck works,
Appearing more like a white-gold-chain wearer on the curb with rhyme,
Many have shown doubt that MY words I write are truly mine.

Sometimes I feel like mauling someones face,
Brutal as a pit-bull with blood as my taste,
Counting to 10 as previously taught to me,
Then refrain from such inhumanity-
behaving like a full grown hyena caught loosely,
Many have never and will never know the rage I ride,
Suppressed through repressed emotion waves in tide.

Sometimes I want you to know me,
But most only like a certain side, you see?
So what am I to do- be inconsistent- as unstable as a faulty pole,
I have no other choice but to Jekyll and Hyde my way into multi-role.