#DettyYourself - Poetry

These are the "detty" days

A stroke of perfection hitting the spot and causing ripples for days

A rare phenomenon for the impatient "blood" popping out of the veins

Only an inch away if you'll tighten your jaw and think of sun rays

Screams and moans of pleasure oozes like a fountain

A journey of wet hallways and joy as strong as pain

Others may believe that this excitement is one that you feign

But when that climax hits, boy! It's like lightening!

This is not dirty, the word is detty!

These are the detty ways

Keeping your calm even when you want to grab life's lemons

Knowing you are meant for greater melons

The passion will drive you like an escaping felon

Never to be locked in the wrong mistress' talons

Detty is not a jargon

Detty is a lifestyle, you are the icon

It is the inspiration that makes a King out of a little "garcon"
Now, remember to Detty Yourself.

- Kojo Manuel

Comments are welcome.

Jupiter's Cock!

Bloody hell! What did I do?
She lingered and paused, she stared.
For fucks sake! What did I do?
She smiled and giggled, she winked.
Jupiter's cock! Tell me what I did!
She held my hand and she caressed it like it was a magic wand.
Cocksuckers! What did I really do?
She whispered in my ear, "This is the only way"
She exhaled seductively, this is not fair!
Wankers! Tell me again, what was my error?
She pulled me closer, batted her eyes, licked her lips!
I could smell her perfume, I was consumed.
Her body was calling, Eiffel tower was rising, my freedom speech I was writing.
This is beginning to make sense... Answer me, I have seen injustice!

You infidel! This is what you did!
Your madness was stirring, the doctors were panicking,all your drugs you were spilling!
Bloody bastard! I will list your crimes on a scroll!
On the floor you rolled, your favourite nurse you floored like leaves during the fall.
The guards held you down by your hand, it felt like all the greek gods lived in those damn hands! You swung like Hercules, jaws meeting your hand.
Insignificant worm!
The nurse screamed, "This is the only way!!"
You carried her on your back like a mason on the field.
Through the halls, we saw you racing and screaming "MILF MILF MILF!"
Fool!
Her clothes you tore, counting, "1,2,3,4!"
Licked her forehead, like a zombie's foreplay!
Your boys begun rising, through your hospital robes, they were pointing. 
You were ready to play!
Third-class monster! Do you remember now, fester? 
When she swung her shoes to your head, that sent you to bed.
Heels stuck on the edge of your face - feeling the smudge.
So welcome to hell, you berserk wench! 

A Soft Savage

Tick Tock Tick Tock

We are inches away

Tick tock tick tock

Breathe in, don't panic

Tick tock tick tock

The wait, the thrill; takes your breathe away

Just before you dig in, waiting like served picnic

Those tiny muscle twitches

Take a step closer - you will feel no glitches

That breathe on your face quickens your heart pace

Suddenly lips feel so dry,

The look in her eyes, "I don't mean to pry"

You lean in…

Pause!

That moment - its here, isn't it?

Just an inch away but still so far away

A glance is not enough, you don't seem so tough

All you see is buff - that feeling, its off the cuff

The first touch is watching your favourite superhero in his prime

Primetime Primetime!

Your nerves get the message

Primetime Primetime!

Its time for art

Brush stroke... Brush stroke...

Strawberry - Yoghurt - Chocolate - Ice

Taste the paint of age

Its vintage in the present, a soft savage.

LOST CHRONICLES

1:47 PM

I will break this down in plain words

Words to deep thinkers, this is why pain hurts

Hurts like madness you can witness in a verse

Verse One hasn't even begun but it feels cursed

Cursed is the wind, Cursed like the number 13

13 times you will read this but 15 times lost

Lost like the ending of "Lost"

Lost for words in a world full of non-existent opportunities

"Opportunities come but once"

"Once" was 20times ago

"Ago make am", the lies we tell ourselves every night

"Night time" is every time for dying dreamers

Dreamers die at 25… Think about it

Its sick!

Sick-ening desires to be great

Great minds poisoned by the cage of reality

Reality fashioned for madness

Madness is the epitome of this poem written by a mad man

Man claims sanity

Sanity is birthed from insanity

Insanity is the price for greatness

Greatness is a fallacy molded for shallow thinkers to think

Think and unknow - everything is a lie
Lie down and soak it in...
Indeed I am lost, ain't I?

Name Me ♚ King ♚

Name me King

I wasn't born with the swag of a peacock

But I can be brightest flower, 

You should name me King

Maybe my relationship with success was just a fling

Maybe my life isn't a mirror of the bling-bling

I have no subjects to sing my name as a rising King

I wear no ring of honour and my hair is receding

Ranking among the least but I'm the truest King in the making 

I was born without the element of "faking"

So name me King

Brave like the leader of the Vikings

I've been scar-ed with the markings of the weaklings

They say the only things I have are my feelings

I call that passion

I can appreciate your worst because I was born into this depression

Do not wonder how I would fit in the mansion or how well I'm aligned with fashion

But I do know your landscape and my kingdom will be your secret place to escape

The land will be addicted to her king

Joy will ooze out with a ting

I can't promise they will be no doom but my head and hands will be your fool

Singing offkey hoping I look cool

Just name me King and let my heart rule.

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King Geoffrey

The truest words are clichés
Hammered so much they need stitches like an opponent Ali's gloves featured and fractured
On their face, his gloves were fixated
Battered and dizzy these words are dehydrated
No one pays attention because a hole has been punctured
The life swimming out of them like a juju movie
Close your eyes and understand or sue me
No one wants to play the rookie,
We want to own the empire like Cookie
Wrong determination clamoring like foodies
High up junkies
Aroused priests
Recycling King Geoffreys
Anointed words with no oil because you used it all frying our egos
Breaking down the Lego's
Mentally, never ride solo
Power is old words romancing new energy
The chemistry for an orgasmic synergy
An old virgin encountering an orgy
Senses get a little foggy
Touch the basics before you whistle for the doggy
Shivers are a bonus
They give chills like a thundering Zeus
Furious-ly own it and walk(er) away just to be remembered.


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A Bad Troski Day

I should have named this piece the "Trotro Chronicles"
For these words were framed in a trotro while eating popsicles
Life is diverse like the uninviting smell of a fart piercing your nostrils
It affects everybody like water ripples
But the one with the stiff face definitely released that gaseous "single"
Best reaction is to pray he didn't have an album on the way
Safe to say, it's weird when someone stands up to pray
But you respond when he says, "Praise The Lord!!"
This is the part where you pick your headphones and start listening to "Tom Ford"
Hoping your volume is high enough to crowd out the echoing voice of the guy on phone shouting through his China phone saying he just arrived in Abuja
You will stop comparing when you finally see the guy with his mouth wide opened sleeping at the backseat
Just before you've had enough, the "too-known" guy sitting by you signals you to shift a little to the side, he needs more room for his white suit
Finally before you alight, the young lady you had been admiring the whole time gets up and you realize she is not as roundly-shaped as you thought!!
Now that's a bad troski day!