Fie foe fum

Fie foe fum,

I see with my private eye

Cloud-nine dies high

The ganja farmer

The Buffalo soldier

The Lyrics amour,

Tongued tooth like verbal assassins

Impregnation maniacs

Record liked vibrations

Sen Sei's since that day

Vibes brothel

Rhymes cartel

Cant tell

the difference.

Between you and I

Fie foe fum,

I smell a rat hum,

a hymn in the sky.

This is the song of,

The professional bum.

Would you rescue me?

When i Listen to the stars shining inside our hut

When the flicker of light flutters inside me when you’re around

Would you dance with me after the rescue?

When the beach call is no longer a tall order

When the fancy umbrellas and colourful straws help us to down the sun

Would you fix and mend me mindfully rescue ranger?

When the danger in me is wild with desire

When the fire flings our guitar strings together

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How can you be so far?

When I tear inside

When all I want is you close

Right by my curve and my side

Picket my fence P, pickle my heart

Iron out the strain

Don’t leave me,

Hung out in disdain.

From here to there where you send sunshines

On ray boats piercing my heart stupid

With your wickedly missiled smiles

Elusively lucid in splendor

Eish, I am a moron in tongues

When you lash me with your happy voice

Catch my Pink Faya P

Dreadlocked in my deadlock around the block

I acted nutty; professing scintillated scents of your soul

Down Jeppe I hopped happily towards Bree Street, P.

Past Chicken Licken, towards Mandela’s Bridge

My thoughts of you never ever went astray like,

Bob Marley’s bright and sunny day

Potbelly smiles

GuavaJelly hides

Pineapple asides

Stolen rub-a-dubs

Catch my fire

Red rants

Catch your fire in mine

Sweet Pink bongo

Dread culture

P.

Catch my fire

Four better days P.

He wonders in his haze

Sauntering around maize fields

He erects everyday in her gaze

Walled in and porous he flirts with P

Through a Moria of peep holes

Whispering notes sent silently in between canals

Floating to her hiding spot on her island under the blue gum tree

Sometimes those messages on spring’s petals are direct as metal and free

‘In sickness and memory we will never be apart babes,

As we decipher the alphabets that string the strata in our hearts together’

He seems to say each day with different words as he slaves and prays

For better days

When it rained, P.

When it rained all my inner eyes could reach

Is you and i by the seaside

My pride was in sync with the symphony

Of the rain drops

playing with the surfaces

outside my warm cocoon

and my joy

cuddled my small coughs

as my tv flickered with noise

poised with nostalgia

i picked up the phone,

and dialed your o eight two

all starry eyed i ask

Oh my heart answer the phone;

Please P.

P.

P, I wanted your rose to kiss me softly

Right here where I clearly see,

My Sweetest Soweto memory

My three million lullabies betwixt goodbyes

Leave me wondering beyond yonder

Whether I am just playing with prayer

Or in a good way you’re just slaying me textually

Slicing my brevity away

P, My taboo, and my déjà vu

Downtown you are my brownsugar

on the eastside my chocolate cake

on the west my ice cream dream

and everywhere else my eyes see no one else but you

And you know I don’t want it to sound like that

Not in a bad way atleast, but you keep me mellow and sane