Dilla... By LeRoi Poet

No matter the weather, I can count on J Dilla,

to soothe my mind, I know he will never Dither,

Disappoint, thus letting me down, 

In a gloomy and glum December, in London town,

Instrumentals relax my inner being you see?

I become subdued with tranquillity,

Honestly, believe it or not, I leave this world,

Spiritually; to a place where Miss Pohitry can be heard,

Whispering gently, her voice massages my temples,

I resemble a mortar, Miss Pohitry the Pestle,

Grinding wisdom into my back muscles in small circles...

Yeah...  Miss P.

Work on me...

Right there...

Yeah...

losing my fingers, intertwined in her Afro hair

To be continued.... 

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Rhyme Methodology by LeRoi Poet

Theres a methodology, to writing rhymes,

Like a recipe for good food, it takes thyme,

Let it marinate, in your brain til your mouth salivates,

At the thought of serving up poems on lined plates.

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Success, Venting 6 By LeRoi Poet

All I Want is to be successful,

But this life, it is rigged to be stressful.

Y'see, giving in is what they want,

But I wont, I will stay afloat, no time to front...

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I don't believe in... By LeRoi Poet

I don't believe in the honeymoon phase 

Because I'm still infatuated with you, like the early days

I'm sorry if I became overprotective,  needy and clingy, 

I have to stay true to me, truth is I can't get enough of you, wifey,

Kendrick album venting By LeRoi Poet

I have listened to Kendricks album on repeat,
Every. Single. Day. For a  couple of weeks,
He's talking of something bleak,  but to me it's so sweet
Something different, something I can aspire to,
Something not fake, something real, true and tangible
The blacker the berry the deeper our roots,
But they've led us to  belive, a shade darker than cream is destined to lose,
So absurd, fuq what you heard, erase your mind of all that you've learned,
We are all equal in the eyes of Gxod as far as I'm concerned....