Bop your head to THIS : DJ JAZZY JEFF lives!!!

+DJ Jazzy Jeff has been the victim of vicious rumours, from his financial affairs to his so called has-been status BUT after listening to this there is no doubt none of that scratched on his talent (pun intended) . This mix is for the lovers of music ...it's varions in genres and pace...he sample's +Toto's 'Africa ' for crying out loud! Can anyone say %$#!ng Epic?!!
Enjoy!
#TSKC

SeratoCast Mix 1 - DJ Jazzy Jeff by Serato on Mixcloud

The Black Widow

Give me a taste of it… it’s seasoned, savory and yet mostly sweet.
I have wanted it a long time…
that longing from within …
An echo beyond the loins…
Empty.

Don’t make me take because I will…
My flair for warfare taunted into action
I instead was hopeful for oppression
Alas my kind can only conquer,
We weave webs of deceit and self gratification
There needn’t be smoke and mirrors
Why must you make me?

Be myself, true to my inner core, animal instincts, bare…bare minimums …down to earth that then turns to nothing.
 I weave around you translucent threads of pleasure as you endure.
Longer than you thought you could.
That which they have called monogamous.
 I the widowed queen and you my willing subject of amusement in a hellish moment best spent under covers.
You my dear are fortunate to be alive, heavy panting, these your only breaths.
You are tattered and yet…you remain close.
Not as an enemy but as a host to wild ramblings and imaginations
 Self imprisoned in a well padded snare you well knew was there.
 To be fair I brought us here.
 Without a care I warned I would take what ought to have been mine.
Normality restored as you my subject and I your queen. 
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Rush

In this life.. I’ve gone through things…

Some grotesque some surreal …

Like an endless movie reel

Life is persistent

 Rolling credits even when they aren’t due.

 It’s just like me and you …

You brought out feelings I couldn’t subdue..

Feelings got sticky and messy like misused glue turned into goo

 Those are my legs turning into jelly

 Just brush past me one last …time

I promise my palms won’t get too sweaty

I’ll seize to be petty about how I am like putty in your hands

 About the ‘who’s- who’s’ and us… if it’s there

 Let ‘us’ rush

 Time waits for no man or woman so I feel even less empowered

Just rush

Let our emotions crash as we ride on that hot wave

Stirred deeper than lust…

We know each other

But we’re out of time …

That is why we must rush..

Do not tarry any longer

We must have each other ravenously…just rush..

Rush towards us

Rush for me.

#TSKC

Restless...

I’m panicking, here I am back here again pouring emotions out…I’m soaking wet tears and snot all over the place. I should be over you right? I should have forgotten…but a woman’s heart is as old as time and as absorbent as a sponge there’s no way I’ll forget you now.

What did you do that for? Why in the hell are so amazing and awful at the same damn time. They say men can’t multi-task but you’ve caught up pretty fast.



Different yous in different shades of brown skin when your shirt is off lying in my bed. Damn I love you. You love me so why the hurry why can’t we just be ...elope and ride off into the sunset.

Why won’t you just stay with me?

 I love you...

I F***ing Love you!

I know you love me don’t you...when we are done making love you get up and leave but that’s only because..because you are so busy and there are places you have to be.

We don’t talk much but I can’t complain our bodies say what they need to...when we are naked



I said I would be there, that I would take you ‘in’ no matter what I was a ride or die...at this rate you would ride me till I died indeed...

When will you say you love me?



Picture Courtesy of : A Fathers Journey



I said I would wait for you I’m patient but even this is taking too long ...maybe you didn’t hear me when I said...I love you

Poetry From Way Back Then Pt.1

I wrote this back in 2010, barely two years after my sister's death. 

It was a dark,confusing and painful time. 

Worse yet it was a time of faithlessness.  

Here's one snippet of my many my internal fights:

My Internal Ying &Yang

Where there is evil there is good

Where darkness dwells there light to illuminate it

Where you feel love you feel hate

When you revenge you feel remorse

Where there is pure goodness evil is ready to take its place

When I’m happy the darkness creeps in bringing me back down that path

The path...

The path of deep rooted sadness within

How do I stop it?

I keep debating

Should I stop it?

Do I need these emotions?

Do I really want to feel??

If I let it engulf will love ever beseech me again

Its tentacles threaten me

They move suggestively

They entice me

I debate even more so

Do I really truly want to know?

Oh how beautiful the feeling of blackness can be

I know not if I still know the true meaning of beauty

Its version is much more sinister

Perverted and twisted is my new mind

Leave me alone I shout

The light listens

So pure end considerate it can be in such dire moments

You do not even try to dance suggestively

Am I this worthless to you?

You won’t bother to seduce me?

Curses from the grave! For in the pits of my soul I crave goodness

Regardless of how empty and void I may be

I know not what it will be....

I know not how to be

One without the other

Can I love without hate?

Can there be light without darkness

And darkness void of light

Can I be joyful without the slightest sadness?

You-viduality

Youth surely is bliss courtesy of all the ignorance bread as you skip along a golden unassigned path, tweeting blue birds in tow – Red Riding Hood style.

It won’t be for long though…

Soon you will fumble, rumble and tumble through the fitness course of experience

A few scrapes, lip bleeds, bruises and birthdays you’ll be an adult in living colour

The inevitable swap as you exchange emancipation from your life long investors, the dreamers and believers of your outlook for public drug and sex related dependency.

Wedging your ‘own’ path as they say...

Oh the irony!

You continue to trade the wisdom that has been forced fed for self inflicted stupidity Carnality of carnalities, in pursuit of individuality blurred at the edges,

Blended in by those whose opinions aren’t the value of a worn out coin

But alas you let them throw pennies in your pools of thought

Placing their filthy assumptions into your mind

As their notions procreate with your own ambitions