Tomorrow.

The sun will rise, the birds will sing, the day will start anew.

The wheels will turn, the young will learn, what’s growing will have grew.

The lips will curve, the ears shall perk; the news will make its round.

The pain shall cease, or start again, what is winding will have wound.

Tomorrow, all these things. Tomorrow. 

Hope will live, dreams will drift and hover close to reach.

Life will start and end alike, and in between shall teach.

Plates will shift. Breezes blow. Hands will surely toil.

Sounds shall bounce around the earth, then fall upon the soil.

Tomorrow, all these things, tomorrow.

Lives will change, paths will cross, and chances will appear.

Peace will flirt and chaos tease, while time will disappear.

Some shall add, whilst some will take, while more shall neither do.

Few will reap what many sow, and visa-versa too.

Tomorrow, all these things tomorrow.

I’ll rise again, my soul will sing, prepared to meet the day.

My tides will turn, my youth return, with strength to make my way.

My lips shall smile, my ears alert to words that bring me life

My pain will leave, and leave again and take with it all strife.

Tomorrow, all these things tomorrow.

My hopes and dreams will not defer, but call to my command

The day will start and end alike, with freedom in my hands.

Thoughts will spark, ideas grow, my hands, they will create.

I’ll steak my place amongst the greats, and  not for once deflate.

Tomorrow, all these things, tomorrow.

I’ll change lives, and lead the path where dreams have gone before

Betroth with peace, whilst chaos leave, return to it no more.

To some I’ll give, with more I’ll share and humbly I’ll receive.

Expand my field, and gain great yield yet still for others leave.

Tomorrow, all these things, tomorrow.

Always a day away,       never a moment soon.

Presently on the way,     quietly keeping tune.

Daring us all to dream,    challenging us to try.

Whether todays requiem, or a landmark reaching triumph 

Let us value tomorrow, keep it close, again and again as we may,

For as long as we keep it entrenched in hope, let us try make tomorrow today.

Her-Ass-Meant-to-Holla-Back.

"What up ma'."    "looking good honey."

"God bless ya'."     "wanna talk to me?"

Yo' Head turner, lemme walk with you?

Are you deaf lady, can't you hear this wolf whistle?

It means my pure intentions begin with a willingness to conversate,

means you've met my lofty standards, means you should be feeling great.

means I've paid you attention now kindly pay it back.

cos no return on this investment really would be wack.

I mean,

You should see all of the women I let by!

display your Joy of being chosen by way of reply.

Do you not see this chance that i've just given you?

....saving you from loneliness and ridicule.

huh?

You could be above, besides, perhaps below me.
You could be my love, my wife, just get to know me.
You should be aware, my intentions are sincere
you should stop and give me your time. nothings to fear.

Cancel your plans, meet my unselfish demands.
If you have a man, I guess that I understand.
but even in this case, unless your headed to his place
Listen to this pitch I make, to try to take his place.

Don't be offended, afraid, apprehended, harassed.
feel befriended, coveted and complemented, K lass?
This cat call is displaying how emphatic your attraction is
so please don't get all panicked and dramatically feminist.

Just Give me your number you rude, up your self Fitch,
You're not even that pretty, and your attitude stinks.
I bet you'll end up desperate, middle aged and on your own.
As if, id even call you, i'd delete you from my phone.

so run along, with your attention seeking attire.
Why dress up nice, if you don't want me to admire?
using me to boost the self esteem you clearly lack
And if it's so offensive why not cat call back?

Holler Back?!?

Pretty Girls Dump.

Pretty girls take dumps too. 
That's worth thinking about for when she dumps you,
Rejects, disrespects or straight thumps you,
With that dismissive attitude that affronts you. 

They don't exist to get run through,
Matter fact, understand they get runs too,
Real runs, real bad, well they must do
Cos as far as I'm aware they've got guts too!

Ask one. If you got the guts to.

And cute girls fart.
smells like the beans too good for their heart,
Sell you a dream like the song from the charts.
Caroline... roses....  by Outkasts.
see the stink make you think, reevaluate the beauty.,
Think a different thing when considering the booty...
could you believe, its sole purpose ain't to twerk, 'put in work' no its got a different duty.

And pretty girls think too
Got goals, thoughts, fears and a chink too,
Got aims, hopes, joys and ambition,
Perhaps, pains, woes, ploys and affliction. 
They got the right to have none of the above.
the right to fall out. The right to fall in love. 
The might to carry on, but then they might not
Either way they're taking dumps. Regardless if they're hot.

So,

Shout out to the pretty girls,
Who had the wool pulled over all across the world. 
In every town, in every village, every city
All believing that you all were just pretty.
if I can get the truth out though its obscene,
You take dumps making you another human being,
And to give this a twist unexpected
Prettiness is thing that's projected,
So If you think its all fresh with the 'unpretty'
Like this poem I guess you are ummm, Silly. 
Beauty lives in the eye of the beholder. 
So she too uses the loo roll holder.

she takes dumps too.