April 26, 2005
(UrbanWord NYC workshops)
Love Song to "Home":
It just so happens I've become entrapped in some colossal emotions to verify the notions of my adolescence being about me & not a separation from the identity born by my Jamaican/Dominican family tree.
I've never been one of compassion inside the doors of the home that nursed me, but my solitude is not to be confused with contempt because I'm so going to represent & breed my potential into little success stories...
I can't relate to a song for Cuba or a song for my home, but I know I can produce the ill love song if I wrote about my soul.
Tuesday, December 11, 2012
April 18, 2005 workshops
April 18, 2005
(UrbanWord NYC workshops)
Free Write
S- sporting my color in solitude from intimate romance; the last dance & joining hands
I- intense spiritual walks
(never finished)
Workshop Piece #2:
(never finished this either)
My sonic sounds discriminate against totalitarians that swallow opportunity before it claims a fresh breath into immoral destinations of the under exposed beauty. My movement is the most negative birth declaring me an outcast where individuality is smothered by deception, perception, and that booty desire to be the girl starring in that BET movie. My cool iced tea skin smooths the desire of that intimate energy. I watched the trembled squatters.
(UrbanWord NYC workshops)
Free Write
S- sporting my color in solitude from intimate romance; the last dance & joining hands
I- intense spiritual walks
(never finished)
Workshop Piece #2:
(never finished this either)
My sonic sounds discriminate against totalitarians that swallow opportunity before it claims a fresh breath into immoral destinations of the under exposed beauty. My movement is the most negative birth declaring me an outcast where individuality is smothered by deception, perception, and that booty desire to be the girl starring in that BET movie. My cool iced tea skin smooths the desire of that intimate energy. I watched the trembled squatters.
An Honest Vision: (Hanging in Union Square) 4-12-05
April 12, 2005 (UrbanWord NYC workshops)
I'm handing the mic over to diversity because
This square is not about the majority from the 1930's
My heart beats like the fluttering of the wings from the birds that no longer rest on Ghandi's statue depositing their excretions
The booths for goods and the subways to thoughts of distinct expressions capture me
My heart beats like the tunneling of the voices here to change his-story
Starbuck goers are racing like the pace I conjure trying to link all this variety into the settings picture
Spring's peace breathes kodak moments; so let me snap this shot and connect with my soul deep inside the beating of my heart
My heart beat is so real & alive in the majestic paintings and correlations of commerce & the colors of freedom escaping the individuals that give me a taste of reciprocity and artistic pastries never too sweet for me to ingest
The nudity of various religious figures claim the attention of realms with one way ports while experiencing the body art
The pace maker breaks ... it cant hold my heart rate because as the break dancers pop and lock, my jumping heart beat STOPS!
It stops in the depths of this park as I stroll to my train
My train to stability with the strumming of the instrument called my vision.
I'm handing the mic over to diversity because
This square is not about the majority from the 1930's
My heart beats like the fluttering of the wings from the birds that no longer rest on Ghandi's statue depositing their excretions
The booths for goods and the subways to thoughts of distinct expressions capture me
My heart beats like the tunneling of the voices here to change his-story
Starbuck goers are racing like the pace I conjure trying to link all this variety into the settings picture
Spring's peace breathes kodak moments; so let me snap this shot and connect with my soul deep inside the beating of my heart
My heart beat is so real & alive in the majestic paintings and correlations of commerce & the colors of freedom escaping the individuals that give me a taste of reciprocity and artistic pastries never too sweet for me to ingest
The nudity of various religious figures claim the attention of realms with one way ports while experiencing the body art
The pace maker breaks ... it cant hold my heart rate because as the break dancers pop and lock, my jumping heart beat STOPS!
It stops in the depths of this park as I stroll to my train
My train to stability with the strumming of the instrument called my vision.
Sunday, December 9, 2012
april 12 2005 workshops
April 12, 2005
(workshop poetry from UrbanWordNYC)
Perfect World Using Only Images::
diverted eyes with CD players and Walkman's booming with the listener so focused on the transformation into a cloud becoming music and inviting its natural high
I remember saying their eyes were diverted because everyone minded their own to develop some sort of peace and control
a mirage of peace, shattered glasses with torn open envelopes and deafening sound waves depicting the voices of dreams
tears walking the lane of innocences face because crying is the outlet from desperation, aggravation, determination, damnation, degradation, infatuation, and all that other bull that makes the world real
perfection quoted as the goal of... the goal of OCD as the bridge to insanity
individuals expressing the individuality escaping the morality that is supposed to construct their personality and the same morality that led to collateral damage; which is just another discrepancy
Bibles defining limited values not pronounced by life styles
darkness exposing... shit i'm done!
Experience - invaded like poem::
laying without the presentation of fluorescence illuminating the scene of infatuation
the music flowing like the silk of a gown exposed to the springs wind drowning out outside activity
inviting advances to explore the deeper side of solitude to relieve the lament of the drowning passage of teary evolutions
stamina and movement welcomed fatigue as the two souls drenched the rails for the flight to paradise
they became pedestrians on the path of new beginnings, but the breaking and entering quickly disabled them from continuing the welcoming sensation of their imagination coming to life
the demands and accusations sparked the match of misunderstanding forcing the authority to lash out at the complications too quickly rummaging through their mind
sex is a weapon and adolescence is dangerous
No, there are not two potentials expressing their curiosity; they were involved in a mood made for sharing their imperfections and heartache authority was too weak to listen to the explanation
(workshop poetry from UrbanWordNYC)
Perfect World Using Only Images::
diverted eyes with CD players and Walkman's booming with the listener so focused on the transformation into a cloud becoming music and inviting its natural high
I remember saying their eyes were diverted because everyone minded their own to develop some sort of peace and control
a mirage of peace, shattered glasses with torn open envelopes and deafening sound waves depicting the voices of dreams
tears walking the lane of innocences face because crying is the outlet from desperation, aggravation, determination, damnation, degradation, infatuation, and all that other bull that makes the world real
perfection quoted as the goal of... the goal of OCD as the bridge to insanity
individuals expressing the individuality escaping the morality that is supposed to construct their personality and the same morality that led to collateral damage; which is just another discrepancy
Bibles defining limited values not pronounced by life styles
darkness exposing... shit i'm done!
Experience - invaded like poem::
laying without the presentation of fluorescence illuminating the scene of infatuation
the music flowing like the silk of a gown exposed to the springs wind drowning out outside activity
inviting advances to explore the deeper side of solitude to relieve the lament of the drowning passage of teary evolutions
stamina and movement welcomed fatigue as the two souls drenched the rails for the flight to paradise
they became pedestrians on the path of new beginnings, but the breaking and entering quickly disabled them from continuing the welcoming sensation of their imagination coming to life
the demands and accusations sparked the match of misunderstanding forcing the authority to lash out at the complications too quickly rummaging through their mind
sex is a weapon and adolescence is dangerous
No, there are not two potentials expressing their curiosity; they were involved in a mood made for sharing their imperfections and heartache authority was too weak to listen to the explanation
Aja Monet
(workshop poetry from UrbanWordNYC)
April 5, 2005
Imagine hanging out with your inquisitive mind under the Brooklyn Bridge and falling in love with your soul. There it is. The secret exposed. I found my passion in my identity. I experienced the scene not for its purpose of delivering people to their destinations. I whispered my thoughts onto the page and found out what love was about. The false infatuations with the cuties I came in contact with dissipated. I mean, this love was separate from any mutual connection. I was on a a spiritual high with the purity of me absent from any anguish to demolish my hate. I peered into the water too far to see my reflection; but I saw not the blue; I witnessed life and the beauty of me. I fell in love on the brooklyn bridge with my soul. R&B sang to me. Hip-Hop spit its rawest degree to me. The wind captured me as I fell in love. It was irrelevant if anyone despised my joy because the love haters would always hate me as loves new found equal. My civil action to be about Aja was/is just as romantic as experiencing a love jones unlisted. I'm in love with my athletic ability, my social personality, my multiple ethnicities... overall I'm in love with me.
April 5, 2005
Imagine hanging out with your inquisitive mind under the Brooklyn Bridge and falling in love with your soul. There it is. The secret exposed. I found my passion in my identity. I experienced the scene not for its purpose of delivering people to their destinations. I whispered my thoughts onto the page and found out what love was about. The false infatuations with the cuties I came in contact with dissipated. I mean, this love was separate from any mutual connection. I was on a a spiritual high with the purity of me absent from any anguish to demolish my hate. I peered into the water too far to see my reflection; but I saw not the blue; I witnessed life and the beauty of me. I fell in love on the brooklyn bridge with my soul. R&B sang to me. Hip-Hop spit its rawest degree to me. The wind captured me as I fell in love. It was irrelevant if anyone despised my joy because the love haters would always hate me as loves new found equal. My civil action to be about Aja was/is just as romantic as experiencing a love jones unlisted. I'm in love with my athletic ability, my social personality, my multiple ethnicities... overall I'm in love with me.
Saturday, December 8, 2012
Dome (Sapiosexual)
{Sapiosexual: One who finds intelligence the most sexually attractive feature.}
***Starts poem***
I've had some good head once.
***Starts poem***
I've had some good head once.
Frosting type brain; sugar glazed layers of pleasure; butt naked throwing layers of pleasure on genitalia from the tongues of fictionalized goddesses...
I've had some good head once.
Stem loving stemming from attraction; attentive to the attraction... eagle view on that clitoris...
I've had some good head once...
Aggressed by the non aggressor;
--------I've had some good head once
A mouth so good ...
A mouth so good ...
I've had some good head once.
I opened a Sister Souljah novel entitled "no disrespect">> I meant no disrespect when I used sexual descriptions to depict the non sexual head I had actually received.
Intellectual interventions... intervening wisely--- expeditiously taunting need and escaping want.. The desire for a mouth so good my womanly-ness will transform on a rapid transition into my lioness zodiac.
THE TRADE...
My vulva is taunting me... she, before me, had spoken enormous masterful pieces just positioning her insight;
Intellectual interventions... intervening wisely--- expeditiously taunting need and escaping want.. The desire for a mouth so good my womanly-ness will transform on a rapid transition into my lioness zodiac.
THE TRADE...
My vulva is taunting me... she, before me, had spoken enormous masterful pieces just positioning her insight;
sanctioning off a section just for wisdom---
I watched ignorance, beauty, and intelligence spar rhyming with no haiku;
poetry dome...
super dome wise thoughts dominating my every utterance;
susceptible to all knowledge...
eyes closed & inhaling the aura of this provocative spar
Intervening between a republican and a democrat I had the political gibber jabber during this damn good dome>> intellectual treats of conversation...liberalizing me into no stance I had been aggressed by the non-aggressor giving me that dome of geniuses and over achiever geeks proving that standardized tests can accurately pin point an IQ...
Intervening between a republican and a democrat I had the political gibber jabber during this damn good dome>> intellectual treats of conversation...liberalizing me into no stance I had been aggressed by the non-aggressor giving me that dome of geniuses and over achiever geeks proving that standardized tests can accurately pin point an IQ...
I normally aggressed
but here I sat sucked, cleaned, and orally fucked right into the right side of my brain... no high needed... no blunts rolled; this all stemmed from the attraction for words... two poets word dancing right foot left foot... (play your favorite song)
Her Nikon perfected lens of verbal dome took me to the comfort of a poets home where the door is constantly being knocked down by thoughts... Often disturbing the peace... but normally bringing the peace of never ending visions to life....
Her Nikon perfected lens of verbal dome took me to the comfort of a poets home where the door is constantly being knocked down by thoughts... Often disturbing the peace... but normally bringing the peace of never ending visions to life....
Her Nikon perfected lens of verbal dome took me home... into her home... I loved living rent free there
I've had some damn good head once...
take it as you please...
take it as you please...
A Broken Hearts </3 Body Image... (a lot of thoughts)
I had learned another language; an education robbed of the unfortunate counting my fortunes within the appreciation of this lesson ....
Knowledge = some damn good dome
have you tasted the knowledge of a broken heart...?
thats some damn good scorned dome packed with the aggression of a mothers loss
aggressive dome is good, but ... ... slow down >>>
the pain comes... a broken heart in all its physicality... no one can prepare you for the the physical goosebumps and internal agony--- the only prescription is to be gifted with a smile... but how can you deliver a light within a smile in the darkest alleys and forgotten swamped dark days
irreversible broken trust; healing where? (3rd person thoughts)
praying hands yielding a need for deliverance... have you ever received the knowledge of a broken heart?
this analogy of the broken heart ... {lets carry on with the lesson}
Body image is a mental depiction of the appreciation or lack there of concerning one's self--- my own definition--- but the body image of a broken heart is like... ...the misguided friendship blowing up in your face, full of blame, pointing and increasing the "he say she say" games by default... torn and unforgiving to oneself and another... the body image of a broken heart is the unknown and unfamiliar comfort to oneself to trust and love not only others but yourself... the body image of a broken heart is "bitch I'm not fine... damn I can't remember when I was...I want you to stop asking, but please ask again I need to release"... the body image of a broken heart is the desire for someone to truly uncover whats wrong... but this broken heart can't let go of the insecurities of maintaining my broken image
The body image here is unfortunately flawed
Lady bugs travel slow on foot... perhaps shes waiting to fly when her broken heart is restored
"miss lady bug why do you travel on foot"; if only I could have this conversation with her
"I know your luck hasn't run out in your wings... your the luck behind every humans wings... excited to pocket you and not instill any damage... fly in my palms.
Ms lady bug you are the muse to my memory..."
"Ms beautiful bug I must transition on this journey with my lyrical accolades that will knight that broken body image into the wings of a butterfly. "
(Our conversation ended)
the unknown... the unfamiliar...
a broken hearts body image = collateral
collateral is always the tragedy of these cruel love wars
Knowledge = some damn good dome
have you tasted the knowledge of a broken heart...?
thats some damn good scorned dome packed with the aggression of a mothers loss
aggressive dome is good, but ... ... slow down >>>
the pain comes... a broken heart in all its physicality... no one can prepare you for the the physical goosebumps and internal agony--- the only prescription is to be gifted with a smile... but how can you deliver a light within a smile in the darkest alleys and forgotten swamped dark days
irreversible broken trust; healing where? (3rd person thoughts)
praying hands yielding a need for deliverance... have you ever received the knowledge of a broken heart?
this analogy of the broken heart ... {lets carry on with the lesson}
Body image is a mental depiction of the appreciation or lack there of concerning one's self--- my own definition--- but the body image of a broken heart is like... ...the misguided friendship blowing up in your face, full of blame, pointing and increasing the "he say she say" games by default... torn and unforgiving to oneself and another... the body image of a broken heart is the unknown and unfamiliar comfort to oneself to trust and love not only others but yourself... the body image of a broken heart is "bitch I'm not fine... damn I can't remember when I was...I want you to stop asking, but please ask again I need to release"... the body image of a broken heart is the desire for someone to truly uncover whats wrong... but this broken heart can't let go of the insecurities of maintaining my broken image
The body image here is unfortunately flawed
Lady bugs travel slow on foot... perhaps shes waiting to fly when her broken heart is restored
"miss lady bug why do you travel on foot"; if only I could have this conversation with her
"I know your luck hasn't run out in your wings... your the luck behind every humans wings... excited to pocket you and not instill any damage... fly in my palms.
Ms lady bug you are the muse to my memory..."
"Ms beautiful bug I must transition on this journey with my lyrical accolades that will knight that broken body image into the wings of a butterfly. "
(Our conversation ended)
the unknown... the unfamiliar...
a broken hearts body image = collateral
collateral is always the tragedy of these cruel love wars
Sunday, December 2, 2012
the Forgotten Monster
I am the forgotten monster... left alone under some bridge incapable of scaring the tourists trampling above along my bridge; I dare not approach because with a weakened roar I have no scare tactic intense enough to incur fear yet still as the forgotten monster I am feared to relationships... I am the forgotten monster of friendships and love where hearts had built walls to protect oneself from the terror... I am the forgotten monster that once conquered all prey I haven't even been preyed on because down here in my slum the forgotten monster is as good as a dissolute fairy tale. I'm the forgotten monster no longer needed ---> appetites had changed; heck even hostess no longer has value to the name because like uneaten twinkies I am the forgotten monster that once fattened excitement and sparkled walkways on dates
!!!runaway forgotten monster!!!... its deeper than last place when you can't even place for a position in the lives once touched by my mere monstrous blink
*waving the shit out of my white flag*---> is there no end to this war?
becoming the forgotten monster was easy from heart breaks and disappointment... aiming to please without pleasing oneself was silly; with this I became the remnant... the Forgotten Monster
the forgotten monster now sinks back into the swamp below the bridge while the "innocence" above trots along whispering and snickering deflecting thoughts of the monster once known to be loved. tucking away in dark holes, I, the forgotten monster will no longer scare again...
{maybe if I kiss the frog I'll transform into the remembered love}
!!!runaway forgotten monster!!!... its deeper than last place when you can't even place for a position in the lives once touched by my mere monstrous blink
*waving the shit out of my white flag*---> is there no end to this war?
becoming the forgotten monster was easy from heart breaks and disappointment... aiming to please without pleasing oneself was silly; with this I became the remnant... the Forgotten Monster
the forgotten monster now sinks back into the swamp below the bridge while the "innocence" above trots along whispering and snickering deflecting thoughts of the monster once known to be loved. tucking away in dark holes, I, the forgotten monster will no longer scare again...
{maybe if I kiss the frog I'll transform into the remembered love}
Friday, November 30, 2012
May 19, 2005
(workshop poetry from UrbanWordNYC)
Hold just a damn second!!
I never yelled at her before, but she... She wasn't thinking "STRAIGHT"
Of course not cuz she was falling for me, but she was falling for the trap of guilt
The magnetic force was failing... The positivity that once drove me towards succession
How it hurt for me to thrive and then fall so low
They spoiled us. They're always the dependent in every situation... Friends and family need to be excluded from love
But it give it to her... She climbed so high
Then the storm came
Shattered our worlds so fast
I thought she had too much to drink
Thought it was her period... I even prepared myself for cancer
Now that things have passed these restless nights are so prevalent
Restless nights; constant self evaluations--> AN ALL TIME LOW!!
What a precious moment of devastation
Graduation, the apartment, tuition, fellow Greeks, mom and friends... The love of her life were all on the line
She still has me, but it no longer grows inside her...
And I love her
Hold just a damn second!!
I never yelled at her before, but she... She wasn't thinking "STRAIGHT"
Of course not cuz she was falling for me, but she was falling for the trap of guilt
The magnetic force was failing... The positivity that once drove me towards succession
How it hurt for me to thrive and then fall so low
They spoiled us. They're always the dependent in every situation... Friends and family need to be excluded from love
But it give it to her... She climbed so high
Then the storm came
Shattered our worlds so fast
I thought she had too much to drink
Thought it was her period... I even prepared myself for cancer
Now that things have passed these restless nights are so prevalent
Restless nights; constant self evaluations--> AN ALL TIME LOW!!
What a precious moment of devastation
Graduation, the apartment, tuition, fellow Greeks, mom and friends... The love of her life were all on the line
She still has me, but it no longer grows inside her...
And I love her
Hate turn Good: (Homophobia)
May 19, 2005
(workshop poetry from UrbanWordNYC)
It's never been so amazing
The accepted... Ignorance is so incredible, so unique, its the next best thing to Dr.Pepper (no one know whats in it... Just 23 flavors of shit).
Who wouldn't wanna capture its essence and glorify its grace. Lets fall in love with its escape to explosive e,options and eternal warm nights.
I could walk and hold hands with it forever, skip to my loo with it, visit my natural high and gateway to heaven with it.
Not like that outcast called love
(workshop poetry from UrbanWordNYC)
It's never been so amazing
The accepted... Ignorance is so incredible, so unique, its the next best thing to Dr.Pepper (no one know whats in it... Just 23 flavors of shit).
Who wouldn't wanna capture its essence and glorify its grace. Lets fall in love with its escape to explosive e,options and eternal warm nights.
I could walk and hold hands with it forever, skip to my loo with it, visit my natural high and gateway to heaven with it.
Not like that outcast called love
June 7, 2005
(workshop poetry from UrbanWordNYC)
Breaking into a new page. So many things drive me. Right now I'm not sure I'm writing a poem, novel, story, or a letter to the love of my life.
Breaking into a new page. So many things drive me. Right now I'm not sure I'm writing a poem, novel, story, or a letter to the love of my life.
Someone you hate, but love::
(workshop poetry from UrbanWordNYC)
4-5-05
I'm a little toxyturvy and confused because of the hidden abuse you've allowed me to contend just to rejoice with the spirit that you posses of freedom and succession. I couldn't find the words to explain your greatest even in your grittiest moments of my life. Maslow would declare you the psychologically healthy beyond your peers even though you despise the very fears that lock you in with your peers. I've never witnessed such individuality with the ability to turn tests into the water of rainbow with an inexplicable touch. I've never felt so at home with a bully that keeps me vulnerable... On my tippy toes waiting for you to breathe so i can inhale every opportunity of connecting with your grace.
4-5-05
I'm a little toxyturvy and confused because of the hidden abuse you've allowed me to contend just to rejoice with the spirit that you posses of freedom and succession. I couldn't find the words to explain your greatest even in your grittiest moments of my life. Maslow would declare you the psychologically healthy beyond your peers even though you despise the very fears that lock you in with your peers. I've never witnessed such individuality with the ability to turn tests into the water of rainbow with an inexplicable touch. I've never felt so at home with a bully that keeps me vulnerable... On my tippy toes waiting for you to breathe so i can inhale every opportunity of connecting with your grace.
Person you Love the Most (A letter of angry words)
4-5-05
(workshop poetry from UrbanWordNYC)
This is the first and only time I'm going to step into this self conscious realms and disable my pride to release a few unspoken words.
There are downfalls to every person no matter how on top of the game they are. I feel and understand your pride, but you need to release the gimmick/lie that everything is perfect and is supposed to be. Don't get me wrong cuz your identity is powerful and I respect its presence, but you need to get serious and admit that shit ain't that sweet. Your too damn proud. I know you don't give a shit about being judged and you shouldn't; but don't let your pride mislead.
Lately I noticed ... I noticed a little uncertainty in your step. You've been unusually single for months and lets not mention that "a" word you're practicing. Perhaps you need to get over yourself and step into the world of chance. Fuck all that picky bullshit Ms.Lover not a Fighter. You are touchable and its obvious you've been touched. So what your last proved to be more than any individual could cope with, but you need to move on.
I can't sound too nasty because you're me.
(workshop poetry from UrbanWordNYC)
This is the first and only time I'm going to step into this self conscious realms and disable my pride to release a few unspoken words.
There are downfalls to every person no matter how on top of the game they are. I feel and understand your pride, but you need to release the gimmick/lie that everything is perfect and is supposed to be. Don't get me wrong cuz your identity is powerful and I respect its presence, but you need to get serious and admit that shit ain't that sweet. Your too damn proud. I know you don't give a shit about being judged and you shouldn't; but don't let your pride mislead.
Lately I noticed ... I noticed a little uncertainty in your step. You've been unusually single for months and lets not mention that "a" word you're practicing. Perhaps you need to get over yourself and step into the world of chance. Fuck all that picky bullshit Ms.Lover not a Fighter. You are touchable and its obvious you've been touched. So what your last proved to be more than any individual could cope with, but you need to move on.
I can't sound too nasty because you're me.
Sunday, November 25, 2012
11:11... Wishes and countdowns
(Written with Nene ... This time in person)
11:11 pm
I counted zero words... IHOP cups tapped wooden tables as I stared at zero words . I had thought this would be the year to be fucked out of my words
Zero words I searched for one word.
A glimpse even a premonition of words.
Tongue tingling from the very familiar taste of apple.
Allowing burdens to travel down my throat with these words.
Avoiding apple seeds I thought I had planted the seed... Evolving conversations leaving things null and void I reached to scroll through permanently avoided messages...
I glimpsed at the screen choking up in my throat that this years celebration wouldn't have secretions oozing into my throat
11:47pm
Needing just a ooze of secretions for celebration.
Heart wrenching messages of the oblivious kind.
With my night fulfilled of my secret crush
I divulged it, I exposed it.
The seed I previously planted waiting for it to bare its fruit.
Waiting to be engulfed in a web of obscenities of the words over words.
11:50pm
Pouring out of the hot old fashioned syrup jar... Sweet honey wishes slowly breaking through ... The seed has been exposed with and without the spoken word
Hands fiddling under the table...
In just nine minutes I'd be entering a new year no dragon or Chinese definitions and outlines... My thoughts outlined ---->>
Stomach being visited by a overwhelming amount of butterflies.
Five minutes until a new year of life, that only GOD himself could have gotten me through.
Toes curled, eyes in gaze , assed out, literally assed out
Reviewing,analyzing,remembering no regret no regrets.
Fishnets embracing my thick thighs
The clicks of IHOP china.
Thick thighs IHOP pancake soft.... As edible as your favorite meal your only necessary meal. No silverware embedded just face first eating action don't miss a fraction I'm becoming intolerant to the tease and...I'm tired of scratching at my own knees for composure come on and compose this lyrical sex with me... Come on and compose...
Compose
and still...
...And
Still...
Still no birthday sex
*Giggles*
Happy Birthday to me
It's 12:01am
Oh! Next year I'm fucking
11:11 pm
I counted zero words... IHOP cups tapped wooden tables as I stared at zero words . I had thought this would be the year to be fucked out of my words
Zero words I searched for one word.
A glimpse even a premonition of words.
Tongue tingling from the very familiar taste of apple.
Allowing burdens to travel down my throat with these words.
Avoiding apple seeds I thought I had planted the seed... Evolving conversations leaving things null and void I reached to scroll through permanently avoided messages...
I glimpsed at the screen choking up in my throat that this years celebration wouldn't have secretions oozing into my throat
11:47pm
Needing just a ooze of secretions for celebration.
Heart wrenching messages of the oblivious kind.
With my night fulfilled of my secret crush
I divulged it, I exposed it.
The seed I previously planted waiting for it to bare its fruit.
Waiting to be engulfed in a web of obscenities of the words over words.
11:50pm
Pouring out of the hot old fashioned syrup jar... Sweet honey wishes slowly breaking through ... The seed has been exposed with and without the spoken word
Hands fiddling under the table...
In just nine minutes I'd be entering a new year no dragon or Chinese definitions and outlines... My thoughts outlined ---->>
Stomach being visited by a overwhelming amount of butterflies.
Five minutes until a new year of life, that only GOD himself could have gotten me through.
Toes curled, eyes in gaze , assed out, literally assed out
Reviewing,analyzing,remembering no regret no regrets.
Fishnets embracing my thick thighs
The clicks of IHOP china.
Thick thighs IHOP pancake soft.... As edible as your favorite meal your only necessary meal. No silverware embedded just face first eating action don't miss a fraction I'm becoming intolerant to the tease and...I'm tired of scratching at my own knees for composure come on and compose this lyrical sex with me... Come on and compose...
Compose
and still...
...And
Still...
Still no birthday sex
*Giggles*
Happy Birthday to me
It's 12:01am
Oh! Next year I'm fucking
SleeplessNights
Sleepless. I've watched minutes evolve into hours. The woes of issues have progressively cost me.
It's hard staying strong when you aren't sure if its the right thing to do... Unsure strength is as good as misplaced trust ...working at future prevention is the only way with no fix in existence
There are no headphones with enough audio to isolate and drown out these thoughts belonging to sleepless nights... I'd pay the debt of peace if only I could...
Uptown Charlotte late night walks... Sleep walking awake and alert but incapable of noticing surroundings... I'm surrounded by thoughts of a monster ... The troll under my bridge... The beast inside the closet... The nightmare to hell
Vibes killed
This is why I'm told to keep my thoughts mute --- BITCH STOP THINKING!!!
(What kind of dirt is on mars anyway)
Rambunctious rambles
(Readjusts alarm clock)
It's hard staying strong when you aren't sure if its the right thing to do... Unsure strength is as good as misplaced trust ...working at future prevention is the only way with no fix in existence
There are no headphones with enough audio to isolate and drown out these thoughts belonging to sleepless nights... I'd pay the debt of peace if only I could...
Uptown Charlotte late night walks... Sleep walking awake and alert but incapable of noticing surroundings... I'm surrounded by thoughts of a monster ... The troll under my bridge... The beast inside the closet... The nightmare to hell
Vibes killed
This is why I'm told to keep my thoughts mute --- BITCH STOP THINKING!!!
(What kind of dirt is on mars anyway)
Rambunctious rambles
(Readjusts alarm clock)
Thursday, November 22, 2012
DJ... a female music chemist
Far from vague record spins... spinning tunes... skin crosses as finger prints mark record tops...
Side-note:
Fall is my season. Winter is my second love. Spring is my fling. Summer is always unfair
I've fallen over every track into winter cold moments; goosebumps when my "song" comes on. springing into your summer complexion I've imagined a Nia Long beauty DJ scratching...
...scratching tracks and scratching backs
I've exited the club the second my ears laid eyes on you
gone; vacated... my eyelids close and my mind is lifted to the increased audio
no longer chasing the lyrics I'm chasing my imagination to envision your hands tracing me the way you do your spins
DJ let me grind and wind to your beats all over your turntable dance floors... records spinning... I'm spinning into the melodies... you know just what my soul needs so that my soul can tease your dancing eyelids
eyelids dancing and my mind is dancing on the notion of having a moment to devour pierced nipples... let that ring tango in my mouth
*sips third drink*
DJ something about dancing that is sexy to the core... your spins are sexy to the core... working your Whoodini magic at your booth... sexy to the core
kick those clowns out of the booth... ad-libbing behind you... (Thinking:: okay jealousy simmer down)
lets get into this booth and slide under tables and stands... the ability to leave you unable to stand
I'll be your chemist as you've been musics chemist. Everywhere is my favorite club when I'm in your presence. Your tease with these slow jams is ill... I'm ill...
*sends texts to my real beauty*
I won't be ill if I can give her what I'd give you both
.... A sexing chemist
*looks for my designated driver*
Potions of old school hip hop and new vibe tracks exploding on your audiences ear drums... You run this ship
freak it... I am lost in the spin of the sounds
*a mic is lifted to the firmest soft lips*...
adoring the sound
kool kid shout outs followed by a "lets turn this shit up!!!"
soulfully getting fucked up... ass bouncing... chris brown croons --- "now we gon get fucked up no excuses no apologies!!!!"
answering every question in the affirmative... I can't dance but I sure can... ...
enough said
Thirsting for your next mix...
*finishes fifth drink*
Side-note:
Fall is my season. Winter is my second love. Spring is my fling. Summer is always unfair
I've fallen over every track into winter cold moments; goosebumps when my "song" comes on. springing into your summer complexion I've imagined a Nia Long beauty DJ scratching...
...scratching tracks and scratching backs
I've exited the club the second my ears laid eyes on you
gone; vacated... my eyelids close and my mind is lifted to the increased audio
no longer chasing the lyrics I'm chasing my imagination to envision your hands tracing me the way you do your spins
DJ let me grind and wind to your beats all over your turntable dance floors... records spinning... I'm spinning into the melodies... you know just what my soul needs so that my soul can tease your dancing eyelids
eyelids dancing and my mind is dancing on the notion of having a moment to devour pierced nipples... let that ring tango in my mouth
*sips third drink*
DJ something about dancing that is sexy to the core... your spins are sexy to the core... working your Whoodini magic at your booth... sexy to the core
kick those clowns out of the booth... ad-libbing behind you... (Thinking:: okay jealousy simmer down)
lets get into this booth and slide under tables and stands... the ability to leave you unable to stand
I'll be your chemist as you've been musics chemist. Everywhere is my favorite club when I'm in your presence. Your tease with these slow jams is ill... I'm ill...
*sends texts to my real beauty*
I won't be ill if I can give her what I'd give you both
.... A sexing chemist
*looks for my designated driver*
Potions of old school hip hop and new vibe tracks exploding on your audiences ear drums... You run this ship
freak it... I am lost in the spin of the sounds
*a mic is lifted to the firmest soft lips*...
adoring the sound
kool kid shout outs followed by a "lets turn this shit up!!!"
soulfully getting fucked up... ass bouncing... chris brown croons --- "now we gon get fucked up no excuses no apologies!!!!"
answering every question in the affirmative... I can't dance but I sure can... ...
enough said
Thirsting for your next mix...
*finishes fifth drink*
Sunday, November 18, 2012
Cadence---loves lost knowledge
The flows of my ravenous attack ... Even a fox will be tantalized
Movements cunningly whispering upon grounds of displeasure ... I aim to please my appetite tonight
Poetry dancing into action... Verb love... Conquering you--- verbal action
love... Love is a verb I love
My appetite has longed for knowledge
Feminine queens laying out continuous sheet rocks of wisdom
My heart holds all the wisdom necessary to love on ... On poetic slates unfamiliar with disdain
Compositions composed by my minds own poet composing the unfeigned exposition of 1-4-3
Suckling and savoring the tasty treats your knowledge brings me
I'm stroking pages...
Pages 1 to 4 then back to 3
Every chapter covered...
*starts writing*
I've written poetry in your eye sight. Retina refocusing on the thump on your heart.... Thump thump thump... Your heart beats right through the interminable life in your eyes.
Sitting up right in your stare I climb stairways to your smile... I see the poetry of the endless smiles in your eye sight...
Sonnets sewn together with the arch of lips into polar opposite arctic and volcanic formations... The poetry of endless smiles
A smile so cold even a polar bear will catch a chill
A smile so warm even the sun will be invited to sun bathe here
Pause.
The button pressed. Compressed w/ firm dabs. Stuck in the stance of "moment". Pause.
Performing finger tip tricks for a release...
Pausing in the moments of us repetitively reliving... These rhythmic redundant acts of adoration for beauty
I'm just playing old school marble and telephone games here... Hop scotching along your dope-ness... Grabbing at your hesitant hand... Journeys pre-approved for revisitation. Roller blading all in your lane. Performing tricks of complication for your notice... Bearing my shy brevity; gambling the 50/50 chance of your "yes". The seasons sounds tingling against my ear drum, stimulating... I hear the seasons sounds in the soothing calm of your voice.
The flows of my ravenous attack ... Even a fox will be tantalized
Movements cunningly whispering upon grounds of displeasure ... I aim to please my appetite tonight
My ravenous attack is no match for your allurement
Movements cunningly moving to the music of your voice
I aim to please my appetite tonight
I aim to be the consummation for your appetite tonight
My GooGoo Doll Iris
Nature is clapping for you... You are the healed R&B rib to a broken love veteran
You are the perfect cadence... The lost description... The lost knowledge of love
Movements cunningly whispering upon grounds of displeasure ... I aim to please my appetite tonight
Poetry dancing into action... Verb love... Conquering you--- verbal action
love... Love is a verb I love
My appetite has longed for knowledge
Feminine queens laying out continuous sheet rocks of wisdom
My heart holds all the wisdom necessary to love on ... On poetic slates unfamiliar with disdain
Compositions composed by my minds own poet composing the unfeigned exposition of 1-4-3
Suckling and savoring the tasty treats your knowledge brings me
I'm stroking pages...
Pages 1 to 4 then back to 3
Every chapter covered...
*starts writing*
I've written poetry in your eye sight. Retina refocusing on the thump on your heart.... Thump thump thump... Your heart beats right through the interminable life in your eyes.
Sitting up right in your stare I climb stairways to your smile... I see the poetry of the endless smiles in your eye sight...
Sonnets sewn together with the arch of lips into polar opposite arctic and volcanic formations... The poetry of endless smiles
A smile so cold even a polar bear will catch a chill
A smile so warm even the sun will be invited to sun bathe here
Pause.
The button pressed. Compressed w/ firm dabs. Stuck in the stance of "moment". Pause.
Performing finger tip tricks for a release...
Pausing in the moments of us repetitively reliving... These rhythmic redundant acts of adoration for beauty
I'm just playing old school marble and telephone games here... Hop scotching along your dope-ness... Grabbing at your hesitant hand... Journeys pre-approved for revisitation. Roller blading all in your lane. Performing tricks of complication for your notice... Bearing my shy brevity; gambling the 50/50 chance of your "yes". The seasons sounds tingling against my ear drum, stimulating... I hear the seasons sounds in the soothing calm of your voice.
The flows of my ravenous attack ... Even a fox will be tantalized
Movements cunningly whispering upon grounds of displeasure ... I aim to please my appetite tonight
My ravenous attack is no match for your allurement
Movements cunningly moving to the music of your voice
I aim to please my appetite tonight
I aim to be the consummation for your appetite tonight
My GooGoo Doll Iris
Nature is clapping for you... You are the healed R&B rib to a broken love veteran
You are the perfect cadence... The lost description... The lost knowledge of love
Friday, November 2, 2012
Fantasies Lust Spell
Written with Nene
The flows of my ravenous attack ... Even a fox will be tantalized
Movements cunningly whispering upon grounds of displeasure ... I aim to please my appetite tonight
Tantalized, succumbed by the inexplicable plot of your fantasy of my fantasy.
Tripped in a repetitive spinning wheel, yearning, the thought of penetrating, metaphors & edible analogies.
Each beat ,a pulsating memory.
Its like I'm inside of you, one with you,
I'm not just fucking you I'm imprinting a lifelong thought that will do laps in your brain and drive your pussy insane; late night secretions
Secreting love with pain... These are bites of pleasure.
Tasting you ---- masticating
Breathing your presence as long as you can endure me
Inhale deep and save me the insult of departure
Let me inhale your thoughts and reenact them with my tongue shimmying along your cranberry promenade lips
Sipping your words right off your tongue I'll reenact your every thought
Dreams dreamt right out of your mental equilibrium. Tell me you need this baby. Soft wet whispers to my ear lobes
Mentally unequal
Tasting your skin; sweet chocolate kisses; I'm on a chocolate overload.
I take doses and doses of you, overloaded, full off you
I eat it, I beat it, I live through it, I own it, finessing across your flesh.
I just need one time.
This one endeavor
Every thought manifested.
I crave the feeling of craving you, imprisoned by the thought of being in you.
Visual visions of the visionary beauty.
See I'm at your feet, now I'm at your thighs, now I'm at the sweetest part of you. Like a criminal, a robber; I crept up on you. I take you, have my way in the most delicate ways,
Crimson tides & erratic lust
I'll take caramel here.... Caramel apple kisses distracting my imprisoned thoughts... I release my imprisoned desires to sample every caramel gala apple taste of you... Activating the flow of your crimson tides your throat now becoming victim to lesbian aggressions... Delicacy... The finest chefs couldn't prepare this refection... Longing to be quenched as I erratically display my lust
Like bullets my love ricochet off the ceiling, the sound echoing through the walls, curb side appealing to every car & pedestrian within distance... even a fox would be tantalized
Diving in, snorkeling through your ocean, underwater eruptions... Volcanic explosions; I'll complete the necessary clean up... After all isn't this how you pictured your fantasy of my fantasy?
Breaking the spell ...I'll continue to walk around... your aroma flagrantly aggressing my nostrils. Walking happily with your scent of appeasement...
My appetite is pleased tonight
The flows of my ravenous attack ... Even a fox will be tantalized
Movements cunningly whispering upon grounds of displeasure ... I aim to please my appetite tonight
Tantalized, succumbed by the inexplicable plot of your fantasy of my fantasy.
Tripped in a repetitive spinning wheel, yearning, the thought of penetrating, metaphors & edible analogies.
Each beat ,a pulsating memory.
Its like I'm inside of you, one with you,
I'm not just fucking you I'm imprinting a lifelong thought that will do laps in your brain and drive your pussy insane; late night secretions
Secreting love with pain... These are bites of pleasure.
Tasting you ---- masticating
Breathing your presence as long as you can endure me
Inhale deep and save me the insult of departure
Let me inhale your thoughts and reenact them with my tongue shimmying along your cranberry promenade lips
Sipping your words right off your tongue I'll reenact your every thought
Dreams dreamt right out of your mental equilibrium. Tell me you need this baby. Soft wet whispers to my ear lobes
Mentally unequal
Tasting your skin; sweet chocolate kisses; I'm on a chocolate overload.
I take doses and doses of you, overloaded, full off you
I eat it, I beat it, I live through it, I own it, finessing across your flesh.
I just need one time.
This one endeavor
Every thought manifested.
I crave the feeling of craving you, imprisoned by the thought of being in you.
Visual visions of the visionary beauty.
See I'm at your feet, now I'm at your thighs, now I'm at the sweetest part of you. Like a criminal, a robber; I crept up on you. I take you, have my way in the most delicate ways,
Crimson tides & erratic lust
I'll take caramel here.... Caramel apple kisses distracting my imprisoned thoughts... I release my imprisoned desires to sample every caramel gala apple taste of you... Activating the flow of your crimson tides your throat now becoming victim to lesbian aggressions... Delicacy... The finest chefs couldn't prepare this refection... Longing to be quenched as I erratically display my lust
Like bullets my love ricochet off the ceiling, the sound echoing through the walls, curb side appealing to every car & pedestrian within distance... even a fox would be tantalized
Diving in, snorkeling through your ocean, underwater eruptions... Volcanic explosions; I'll complete the necessary clean up... After all isn't this how you pictured your fantasy of my fantasy?
Breaking the spell ...I'll continue to walk around... your aroma flagrantly aggressing my nostrils. Walking happily with your scent of appeasement...
My appetite is pleased tonight
Tuesday, October 30, 2012
FRUSTRATED
A doorway swings... This is not home
Doormats improperly placed... No welcome sign is accurate here
This is not home
Even the scent if off... A dog wouldn't travel back here
For even Gods creatures know this is not home
Courtesy calls dropped even with reception bars full
I'm losing all courtesy with my sanity and pretentious ways
My expired flaunted "smile" has been exhausted and replaced with the nomad traveling tear drops warming and drenching my face I've faced unconquerable times that have been conquered every time but my tongue is swollen from holding back from expressing my peace and its demise... I've flaunted this fake smile and I'm exhausted
I'm choked up on the boldness of disrespect... Oh what's its like to walk with daily discomfort... My receptionist left my heart... Even she was exhausted of false greetings and taking messages when I couldn't even stand to be here... My hearts receptionist was working for a ghost... A mere apparition... It's easier when I play the "can you see me now games?"
No tricky word play; for days I had been without word play... I cannot play here anymore there's a vacancy, a void, a dull numbing sensation, a fucking strong disdain... I hate to say it but I hate to live it and I cannot begin to express ... I cannot end my expression of only loving one thing in this place...
The peace... My peace.... She rests. I'm relinquishing...
Gone!
*wipes tear drop from iPad screen*
You never know the pain behind a smile. Being strong for the world sometimes means no one is available to lift the weight off your shoulders. Weighted down witnessing the selfishness of those surrendering their confessions without any intention of returning a lift in your spirit. God does not like ugly and a golden heart is difficult to find. Someone pass me the polish to shine my shit up.
Ending this piece for a third time.
Doormats improperly placed... No welcome sign is accurate here
This is not home
Even the scent if off... A dog wouldn't travel back here
For even Gods creatures know this is not home
Courtesy calls dropped even with reception bars full
I'm losing all courtesy with my sanity and pretentious ways
My expired flaunted "smile" has been exhausted and replaced with the nomad traveling tear drops warming and drenching my face I've faced unconquerable times that have been conquered every time but my tongue is swollen from holding back from expressing my peace and its demise... I've flaunted this fake smile and I'm exhausted
I'm choked up on the boldness of disrespect... Oh what's its like to walk with daily discomfort... My receptionist left my heart... Even she was exhausted of false greetings and taking messages when I couldn't even stand to be here... My hearts receptionist was working for a ghost... A mere apparition... It's easier when I play the "can you see me now games?"
No tricky word play; for days I had been without word play... I cannot play here anymore there's a vacancy, a void, a dull numbing sensation, a fucking strong disdain... I hate to say it but I hate to live it and I cannot begin to express ... I cannot end my expression of only loving one thing in this place...
The peace... My peace.... She rests. I'm relinquishing...
Gone!
*wipes tear drop from iPad screen*
You never know the pain behind a smile. Being strong for the world sometimes means no one is available to lift the weight off your shoulders. Weighted down witnessing the selfishness of those surrendering their confessions without any intention of returning a lift in your spirit. God does not like ugly and a golden heart is difficult to find. Someone pass me the polish to shine my shit up.
Ending this piece for a third time.
Friday, October 19, 2012
Love & War:: Sweet Sex Treats
Peeling back memories... Repealing your ideas on not being able to be pleased. Barricading.. Walls crumbling in my palms... Shuttering knees.
Love and war... Sex so intimate you can taste the pleasure to come in each kiss...
War:
Sex so intense ... Aggressive and rough.... I love to hate you sex... Hating ferociously with the appetence of a starving beast
Bites simultaneously covering spots on you... Borderline too intense but you're going to take it
You're going to submit
You're going to try and dish it back but slip into ... slip into the hold of my lips---> submission
Names cried out
Skin dug into... Sweet honey tasty craved for kisses
On the bed; everywhere--- filthy and clean
I'll eat it filthy sex dancing all over the sink and massaging you into a love bath--- my tongue....
----------------------- love & war-------------------
Love:
Playlist set... Taking my time... The cruelest of teases
Magnum caramel packed ice cream bars sweet tasty sex treat
Emerging proof... A true glutton for luxurious gratification... All types of hash tags to be attached
Soft... Tugging at nipples with the softest intense nibbles
Rough thorough strokes through your hair... Pulling you right back
Mounted hips and waiting for ... This
You're sticking around for every moment of this!
Have you not squirmed in your seat in anticipation for this post work workout
Bath and body work scents satiate my nostrils
Pheromones abducting crazy cravings... Go on and smoke your mental cigarette as my lips pucker to smoke you out of your desolate hole...
Wining and dining your every inclination here... I've heard every story told with each name cry
Cry my name... Go ahead and falsetto your expression...
!!! Cry my name out!!!
I'll kiss your breath right back into you
Mood ring color changing inexplicable mortal loving
Feet kissed... Tongue figure skating up your leg ...
Perfect complicated twists pulled off between thighs
Wax trickling... All candles lit minus this one... Trust me; you'll forever know and desire this pleasure
Red velvet releases for me to cavort in my mouth
Bottoms are never to be left out of the equation
Enough talk...
Sexually loving you... My sweet sex treat
Lets make love and war
Love and war... Sex so intimate you can taste the pleasure to come in each kiss...
War:
Sex so intense ... Aggressive and rough.... I love to hate you sex... Hating ferociously with the appetence of a starving beast
Bites simultaneously covering spots on you... Borderline too intense but you're going to take it
You're going to submit
You're going to try and dish it back but slip into ... slip into the hold of my lips---> submission
Names cried out
Skin dug into... Sweet honey tasty craved for kisses
On the bed; everywhere--- filthy and clean
I'll eat it filthy sex dancing all over the sink and massaging you into a love bath--- my tongue....
----------------------- love & war-------------------
Love:
Playlist set... Taking my time... The cruelest of teases
Magnum caramel packed ice cream bars sweet tasty sex treat
Emerging proof... A true glutton for luxurious gratification... All types of hash tags to be attached
Soft... Tugging at nipples with the softest intense nibbles
Rough thorough strokes through your hair... Pulling you right back
Mounted hips and waiting for ... This
You're sticking around for every moment of this!
Have you not squirmed in your seat in anticipation for this post work workout
Bath and body work scents satiate my nostrils
Pheromones abducting crazy cravings... Go on and smoke your mental cigarette as my lips pucker to smoke you out of your desolate hole...
Wining and dining your every inclination here... I've heard every story told with each name cry
Cry my name... Go ahead and falsetto your expression...
!!! Cry my name out!!!
I'll kiss your breath right back into you
Mood ring color changing inexplicable mortal loving
Feet kissed... Tongue figure skating up your leg ...
Perfect complicated twists pulled off between thighs
Wax trickling... All candles lit minus this one... Trust me; you'll forever know and desire this pleasure
Red velvet releases for me to cavort in my mouth
Bottoms are never to be left out of the equation
Enough talk...
Sexually loving you... My sweet sex treat
Lets make love and war
Thursday, October 18, 2012
Blu Ivy
I thought ivy was green...
(Isn't it?)
Well;
Hey blue beautiful curvy slim young beauty. Curves that deep even your clothing seeps into your hips as eyes seep into your outline.
Rough drafts of open doors, your fluttering eye lids, outlining the story of she. Your measurements I've measured with the amount of attraction. I'm bound to be pick pocketed letting my environment empty out around me. That's a killer focus.
The dance of musics spirit to match your Floridian complexion. Glances capturing moments .... Ms independent flashes her seductive grin
Humanitarian hearts say you're out to save me. Rescue the globe of my heart. 72% perfect of water. (Yeah it gets wet here.)
Passionate fashion seamstress seaming together the worlds biggest issues and the solutions to attack it all.
Intelligent energetic voyages into the mind of a queen who had queened every checkered piece. Blue ivy pieces on the board.... Boarding this hydro planing space craft to be outta this world with your definition out of my attempted explication.
My beginning remedies to provide poetic charm to your definition halt here
Part two later with rounds and rounds of two or three... Wait, that's another piece
xoxoxo
(Isn't it?)
Well;
Hey blue beautiful curvy slim young beauty. Curves that deep even your clothing seeps into your hips as eyes seep into your outline.
Rough drafts of open doors, your fluttering eye lids, outlining the story of she. Your measurements I've measured with the amount of attraction. I'm bound to be pick pocketed letting my environment empty out around me. That's a killer focus.
The dance of musics spirit to match your Floridian complexion. Glances capturing moments .... Ms independent flashes her seductive grin
Humanitarian hearts say you're out to save me. Rescue the globe of my heart. 72% perfect of water. (Yeah it gets wet here.)
Passionate fashion seamstress seaming together the worlds biggest issues and the solutions to attack it all.
Intelligent energetic voyages into the mind of a queen who had queened every checkered piece. Blue ivy pieces on the board.... Boarding this hydro planing space craft to be outta this world with your definition out of my attempted explication.
My beginning remedies to provide poetic charm to your definition halt here
Part two later with rounds and rounds of two or three... Wait, that's another piece
xoxoxo
Tuesday, October 16, 2012
House Party Fly Girl
Written with Fatima and Deneer
Bamboo earrings and enough "born in the 80's" hip bounce my attention has been snagged... Bouncing with the beat. She is that Candy Rain... Heavy D pumping Rakim attitude fixated 80-90's baby. Hip hopping to each beat--- the bass in the drums came through my headphones as old school booty dances popped in skirts.
Fugeela... one loc hanging over her lids... Longing to taste the strawberry lip chap off those lips. I would strum her erogenous movements into a recorded story to share with the boys (studs femmes whatever)
Nah, I couldn't expose her so.
Punch lifted to her sip and her hair clips bounced on the ends of her twists. I started picturing us in the days to come in the sweetest twisted way.
Fireworks exploded behind her blueberry painted cheeks... My natural hair rocking fascination bopping and rocking before me... I could see me being the tissue to her runny nose days. Figuratively baby... ... ...
Standing real close Next to her so she knows that her ambrosia is teasing me. Fascinated by her exotic hips, dutty whining to the bass of the drums my pelvis’s heart makes. I’m R&B infatuated. Dup Step remixed this Bamboo earring wearing Queen who has me singing Jay Z I just want to love you
I mix my two step, with a snap and roll and move closer behind her. Whispering secretly I just want to know your name. My conscious answers beauty; It's etched in her silhouette. My swag on a hundred thousand million, I’m slow dancing to the idea of being incomplete without her
The beat alternates. Hips switched with the tunes switched my fav DJ I'm adoring... Falling into melodies... *sings* "I don't see nothing wrong with a little bump and grind"
Rated R no album playing I've played with the momentum of Ms Elle Varner's refill: she's naturally rocking that even skin tone... queen?!?
House party sweating on the walls ... Motivation is reminding me to finally catch that dub...
I approach
She wanted 2 walk this way
I watched her talk this way
From the look it was no surprise
she was that kid who wanted 2 play
that bass which never missed a beat
griping her jukebox like LL in the early 80s
VCR pushing rewind
throw up the peace sign, while she indulges in white lines
or white cakes the face from Eminem's blue and yellow purple pills
give thrills to our minds sake
the octave hits high notes by those acoustic strings
the night shall never end while the fiesta just begins
Merry go round until we pass out
the last thing we need is to wish upon a star
intoxicated off her beat erotically creating mozart symphonies
mix the track master, the beat; shes my hip hop dressed in black
My Conscious bumping to Ego, scratched with Conceited, I’m walking with a limp to this shawty whose currently just a chic
She doesn’t know she’s my potential wifey
I’m not leaving until she falls in love with how I say Hello
This butter pecan queen.. Age is just a number
I’ve already written a 16 stanza and four page letter
I took a deep breath,
Ensured my conscious this was the moment we were going to step in the name of Love with a human formed Aphrodite
I was addicted to her dimple, eased by her smile, intoxicated by her aroma
Her Goodies weren’t the first thing I was interested in
I just wanted to know her name
Oh shit! She's leaving
*bolts out of house party*
Uttering in a half yell "excuse me miss... We never got to dance"
Bamboo earrings and enough "born in the 80's" hip bounce my attention has been snagged... Bouncing with the beat. She is that Candy Rain... Heavy D pumping Rakim attitude fixated 80-90's baby. Hip hopping to each beat--- the bass in the drums came through my headphones as old school booty dances popped in skirts.
Fugeela... one loc hanging over her lids... Longing to taste the strawberry lip chap off those lips. I would strum her erogenous movements into a recorded story to share with the boys (studs femmes whatever)
Nah, I couldn't expose her so.
Punch lifted to her sip and her hair clips bounced on the ends of her twists. I started picturing us in the days to come in the sweetest twisted way.
Fireworks exploded behind her blueberry painted cheeks... My natural hair rocking fascination bopping and rocking before me... I could see me being the tissue to her runny nose days. Figuratively baby... ... ...
Standing real close Next to her so she knows that her ambrosia is teasing me. Fascinated by her exotic hips, dutty whining to the bass of the drums my pelvis’s heart makes. I’m R&B infatuated. Dup Step remixed this Bamboo earring wearing Queen who has me singing Jay Z I just want to love you
I mix my two step, with a snap and roll and move closer behind her. Whispering secretly I just want to know your name. My conscious answers beauty; It's etched in her silhouette. My swag on a hundred thousand million, I’m slow dancing to the idea of being incomplete without her
The beat alternates. Hips switched with the tunes switched my fav DJ I'm adoring... Falling into melodies... *sings* "I don't see nothing wrong with a little bump and grind"
Rated R no album playing I've played with the momentum of Ms Elle Varner's refill: she's naturally rocking that even skin tone... queen?!?
House party sweating on the walls ... Motivation is reminding me to finally catch that dub...
I approach
She wanted 2 walk this way
I watched her talk this way
From the look it was no surprise
she was that kid who wanted 2 play
that bass which never missed a beat
griping her jukebox like LL in the early 80s
VCR pushing rewind
throw up the peace sign, while she indulges in white lines
or white cakes the face from Eminem's blue and yellow purple pills
give thrills to our minds sake
the octave hits high notes by those acoustic strings
the night shall never end while the fiesta just begins
Merry go round until we pass out
the last thing we need is to wish upon a star
intoxicated off her beat erotically creating mozart symphonies
mix the track master, the beat; shes my hip hop dressed in black
My Conscious bumping to Ego, scratched with Conceited, I’m walking with a limp to this shawty whose currently just a chic
She doesn’t know she’s my potential wifey
I’m not leaving until she falls in love with how I say Hello
This butter pecan queen.. Age is just a number
I’ve already written a 16 stanza and four page letter
I took a deep breath,
Ensured my conscious this was the moment we were going to step in the name of Love with a human formed Aphrodite
I was addicted to her dimple, eased by her smile, intoxicated by her aroma
Her Goodies weren’t the first thing I was interested in
I just wanted to know her name
Oh shit! She's leaving
*bolts out of house party*
Uttering in a half yell "excuse me miss... We never got to dance"
Tuesday, October 9, 2012
Summer Honey... Evenly sweet
June 11
When the sweetest gestures ache...
June13
the massacre... I need you to subtweet your own conscience ms perfect. how your own flaws are vacationing on the brims of disbeliefs shelter
Remembering those days because below on May 30th I was happy with the idea of you. now below the intent was never to describe moments with you, but in some cases the words fit
May 30
Summer nights &; summer rides. Bass on, playlists on groove... Just me & you adds that simple missing perfection
mega perfection. Mega man powers together. Infinite g shock moments. Time isn't holding us we're molding it. Kodak said we gotta chill...
I'm your allergy pill
Your closet when you need an outfit
I'm your butter biscuit
Your hot chocolate when you need to be warmed
Your coffee when you need to be awakened
Your comforter when you need me
Summer Honey... Evenly Sweet
your documentary unpaused
your lens for your four eyes
your could've been but my plate hadn't been eaten and you were gone by the time i stopped playing with my food
Summer honey... We were evenly sweet. The half and half to each's coffee. The poet to each others thoughts. The better friends than lovers. The end before the summer.
When the sweetest gestures ache...
June13
the massacre... I need you to subtweet your own conscience ms perfect. how your own flaws are vacationing on the brims of disbeliefs shelter
Remembering those days because below on May 30th I was happy with the idea of you. now below the intent was never to describe moments with you, but in some cases the words fit
May 30
Summer nights &; summer rides. Bass on, playlists on groove... Just me & you adds that simple missing perfection
mega perfection. Mega man powers together. Infinite g shock moments. Time isn't holding us we're molding it. Kodak said we gotta chill...
I'm your allergy pill
Your closet when you need an outfit
I'm your butter biscuit
Your hot chocolate when you need to be warmed
Your coffee when you need to be awakened
Your comforter when you need me
Summer Honey... Evenly Sweet
your documentary unpaused
your lens for your four eyes
your could've been but my plate hadn't been eaten and you were gone by the time i stopped playing with my food
Summer honey... We were evenly sweet. The half and half to each's coffee. The poet to each others thoughts. The better friends than lovers. The end before the summer.
Sunday, October 7, 2012
Reneging on complacent
Complacency... I could never find resolution in a insecure settlement. Diving in head first I rose and seduced you right back below painting you with my tongue across every single piece of you. Complacent... Can't be.
(Pardon my jumbled focus)
Collectors item artwork
There is so much more of you to explore; my erudition on how to apply myself here all magnified with pertinent focuses into your world
We secure loved and explored
Exploring vacation retreats in the eyes of mother natures almost perfect creation. Beautiful trees, green brown red yellow leaves... Crayola diversity ... Flowers with aromas of solitude... All of this in your eyes
(kiss me here)
I robbed myself being complacent in a comfortable poets world. I had chosen the easy way out instead of inching into your difficulty. Cheating on my exams; only these answers weren't written inside of flip top desks. No number two pencil days to fix my previous mistakes. I noticed that I could explore without diving in head first; an art mastered. Painting beautiful days in my mind... collectors item artwork... My mind is the never ending quotations never to be quoted
I couldn't write up an accurate quote on you. The finest accountants will wear puzzled facial positions at the attempt.
*harmonizes aloud*
Spending too much time alone...
I galloped along roadways without my fit horse; a donkey. The ass is me. Settling for previous relationships without being in the know.
Phone calls ended without any emotion lost; growth. Forever into the 20+ never aging queen.
Building pyramid structures... Beginning at the bottom... (An entrance to "the more".) Building our firm structure with a foundation of forever... Brick by brick cemented into promise. *brick 1-brick 2- brick brick brick* hieroglyphics of our story into each brick
I evacuated and convinced myself never to be complacent again
Plans to Turn you around, smash, & never pass. My only opportunity;... My only priority. Sporting bite marks & love scratches; counting sex wounds like dominatrix African American lesbian lovers do
Wounding the pride of bystanders trying to enter in. Two way love street; not 3--- we are our own perfect threesome.
Love
Promise
Focus
*our palms join heading towards the exit*
Evacuations.
I thought...
"Let my grip be the support for her throat. Gripping appropriately"
"Evacuations....Let my grip be the support for her throat. Gripping appropriately.
Let her appreciation evacuate her body into my reception. Receiving all of her hungrily. Exercising my grip and devouring."
Devouring "she" right inside of need while teasing her want...
Celebrating our theme... Never to be complacent again
Monday, October 1, 2012
Revisiting... It's been a while
A slump. It shall too pass. I passed on expressing my unhappy closeness. Closely tugging at my heart. Even my lungs are heavy. Empty of depression but depressingly falling into moments of empty. Empty empty empty. Y'all know how that feels?
this disheartening break of the only true known. I found "x" in the equation and used my "y" to infuse the solution.
Years I sheltered ... I meant tears.... Auto correct is right in all the years I've sheltered tears... Hurting for years patiently torturing my emotions... The slowest cook.
Slump passing...
92 words so far and I've already given you too much!
Even an emoji story would be giving you too much.
I'm empty from giving you too much.
this disheartening break of the only true known. I found "x" in the equation and used my "y" to infuse the solution.
Years I sheltered ... I meant tears.... Auto correct is right in all the years I've sheltered tears... Hurting for years patiently torturing my emotions... The slowest cook.
Slump passing...
92 words so far and I've already given you too much!
Even an emoji story would be giving you too much.
I'm empty from giving you too much.
Almost & Has Beens... Lesbian Drama
ex girlfriend
Good night. Today I kept thinking what if I was truly hers. The complicated simplicity of it just rumbling through my mind.
fictitious beginnings= false relations
language... a solid factor in advancement
when you realize she can be taken to the next level, but hasn't opened her mind to new ideas...
the only love that never got the description... the only true one. she needed no description... subliminally saying hello.
has beens that are still could've beens couldn't be forgotten with undying initiatives to conquer. thighs conquered & hearts bruised.
cutting you off for my new ship... its a wrap
I cant swim so I can't go in too deep
all i want is you. the evidence must not have been evident to your detective eye as I've detected our imbalance and separation; gone
Ex non girlfriend... I'm refocusing ... Lens adjusted... Nikon shots affiliated with new beginnings...
Letting go never came w/ ease; Not even in resentful places. Resenting this peace I've desired. I mistakenly thought you were peace.
Good night. Today I kept thinking what if I was truly hers. The complicated simplicity of it just rumbling through my mind.
fictitious beginnings= false relations
language... a solid factor in advancement
when you realize she can be taken to the next level, but hasn't opened her mind to new ideas...
the only love that never got the description... the only true one. she needed no description... subliminally saying hello.
has beens that are still could've beens couldn't be forgotten with undying initiatives to conquer. thighs conquered & hearts bruised.
cutting you off for my new ship... its a wrap
I cant swim so I can't go in too deep
all i want is you. the evidence must not have been evident to your detective eye as I've detected our imbalance and separation; gone
Ex non girlfriend... I'm refocusing ... Lens adjusted... Nikon shots affiliated with new beginnings...
Letting go never came w/ ease; Not even in resentful places. Resenting this peace I've desired. I mistakenly thought you were peace.
The Vocalist
Vocalist... Soprano-ing your satisfaction
Inventing our virtual playroom; a room to play away from the eyes to witness the betrayal (this we'll discuss later)...
Skin as soft as your linen to get lost in... Chasing my prey with my eyes closed and nose to the air
I'm out to capture
Nostalgic memorabilia adorn my mind envisioning you behind these lids
I am home in you
I originally planned to get into you
However you betrayed my innocence attacking my sexual attraction dancing before me seducing me into dominant fields of sex; folding your legs to match the petite sized waist... I'll raise you around my waist... Walls for support --- walls crying for support!
Momentum intensifies
Halt... Culminate inside of my mouth
A mouth of a thousand lyrical genius'
My alto vocalist
I'm beasting whatever lyrics I can compose of you... Loving you down humming "do re mi fa ..." On your genitalia
Renaissance singing; under ground art of words; true musical talent
My tenor vocalist... Your grunts
My penchant desire increases to your deep vocal cries for more
Ass in my mouth cheeks in my teeth... A wreath of mistletoe reminding me to kiss along every bit of you
All music awards go to you
The R&B divas will bravo your performance; various notes hit & conquered
Metaphorically you're humming my tunes. Singing "Teach me how to love..." Loving each piece of you; Reese's Pieces yummy treats all for me to love... I'll assassinate your every doubt on orgasm. Mentally lifted ... My portrayed innocence is thee most insidious of ways. Innocence rests not in my penchant desire for you
Generations of symphonies delivered with your chorus of satisfaction.
My vocalist = Pulchritudinous. No better way described but I've Made love to you... me; I've your filled vacancy.
Epitomizing fulfillment
Singing for me in your high pitched soprano tones once again
Belittling all notions of you being able to handle more.
You CANNOT HANDLE MORE!
Nostrils flaring... you've been conquered and angrily you have enjoyed the same sex love songs I have
My vocalist... You've even sung out "I love you"
Inventing our virtual playroom; a room to play away from the eyes to witness the betrayal (this we'll discuss later)...
Skin as soft as your linen to get lost in... Chasing my prey with my eyes closed and nose to the air
I'm out to capture
Nostalgic memorabilia adorn my mind envisioning you behind these lids
I am home in you
I originally planned to get into you
However you betrayed my innocence attacking my sexual attraction dancing before me seducing me into dominant fields of sex; folding your legs to match the petite sized waist... I'll raise you around my waist... Walls for support --- walls crying for support!
Momentum intensifies
Halt... Culminate inside of my mouth
A mouth of a thousand lyrical genius'
My alto vocalist
I'm beasting whatever lyrics I can compose of you... Loving you down humming "do re mi fa ..." On your genitalia
Renaissance singing; under ground art of words; true musical talent
My tenor vocalist... Your grunts
My penchant desire increases to your deep vocal cries for more
Ass in my mouth cheeks in my teeth... A wreath of mistletoe reminding me to kiss along every bit of you
All music awards go to you
The R&B divas will bravo your performance; various notes hit & conquered
Metaphorically you're humming my tunes. Singing "Teach me how to love..." Loving each piece of you; Reese's Pieces yummy treats all for me to love... I'll assassinate your every doubt on orgasm. Mentally lifted ... My portrayed innocence is thee most insidious of ways. Innocence rests not in my penchant desire for you
Generations of symphonies delivered with your chorus of satisfaction.
My vocalist = Pulchritudinous. No better way described but I've Made love to you... me; I've your filled vacancy.
Epitomizing fulfillment
Singing for me in your high pitched soprano tones once again
Belittling all notions of you being able to handle more.
You CANNOT HANDLE MORE!
Nostrils flaring... you've been conquered and angrily you have enjoyed the same sex love songs I have
My vocalist... You've even sung out "I love you"
Thursday, September 27, 2012
Loving and Lusting
Met the perfect woman. Perfect head rests to my chest my chest heaves into her resting -- I've rested in her eyes and relaxed in her peace. Peacefully we escaped deep into one another
To share these nights with YOU... no initials;
Y-yesterday is forever relived excited about each moment to partake in the future with you
O-over the pyramids, I promise to climb every wall to get back to you
U- understanding that we are made perfect for each other
I can't acronym you in enough ways... my mind has adorned you; not quite love yet...
Lust!
Philly cheesecake love kisses. That first kiss like that first bite... I'll chew on our thought for an eternity as long as you savor each moment with me
I envision you like rap city dope booth moments... every bar perfect spitting no game... just early renditions of smooth sublimity.
I floated in my dreams with the tongue of an iguana. Long enough to explore the pleasure you've never known. Your vagina waited even more important your heart waited and needed the invasion of the truth I pack. Hands to be held and souls to be held. I have the safest locket... I keep us celebrated daily around the necks of us. The modern day queens. No drug loving we shall not be addicted to death instead addicted to the breath of life in our possibility
Oooo I see ms beautiful in her stilettos maybe she can manage and handle me as I apply my lipstick painted lips to her...
Her "her"...
Pressed into library books. The cars outside the windows honked and illuminated the room with the right light to dance off the shape of my stiletto wearing 50 shades of grey novelist sex queen. How she remembered my Barnes & Noble fantasy is beyond me
Omniscient . I've known for so long... They've assessed me the futuristic Einstein. I've known for so long...
Her essence glorified even my most dull days. Indulging on the fashion painted with the sway of her hips even more the sway of her lips. I watched lips and tongues form omniscient parables.
She told it all.
I indulged and succumbed to making her my full time study accepting the challenge of the unconquerable in my grasp.
I couldn't... I couldn't regulate my emotions from flowing...
No poet is prepared for this kind of "open mouthed out of words moments".
Her intelligence fed me everything I needed. The most nutritious meal yet.
"Yes doctor I have taken my vitamins" for my doc has not yet met my meal of lip biting feasts
I'm certainly the most pliable of the effervescent. Bending; twisting happily and overly into you. You'll consider me a gymnast between your heart and your legs. Have you ever felt something so near and real?
I've rebelled to losing the opportunity of you. I must have...
I've lusted to love
Immortal days--->>> forever into you. There is no end to this here. Only your love is able to resuscitate my cardiac arrested hopeful love journeys.
I...
I must have you!
Deliverance is promised ... I've seen your pain millions of years ago. Us immortal lovers would understand what it takes to bring you to your knees emotionally and mentally. Come to this side of me; committed; underneath my skin tone we radiate together. Ozone layers torn through we are higher in love than the planets grips on our daily transitions
I feasted and featured myself in her forever future
I will assume this effortless. I'll chauffeur my love into more than plausible days. Possibly I ... You will accept
You've entered my lair when you accepted my stare. Beyond my sexual intentions...those are vacant. Your omnipotent poise has already attacked my thoughts infinitely. Easily I'll eradicate your ex anything. Your heart is the liaison for our future beginnings. Have the seasons not changed and me falling into you along with fallen leaves.
Colored leaved walkways we are are the inspiration to fashionable trends. It had never been trendy to be lost in each other. This is pure mature secure loving. Almost like my lips and tongue secure to your lips. They juiced my throat and I came back...
You came with fierce evolutions. Evolving into open sex sanctions. I've sanctioned off this spot I'm going to reach tonight. Grip my appetite and let me appease my queen...
I've lusted to love and dammit baby this is it! You are the exclamation to my never ending statements. I've stated you are mine for the taking. Equally I am yours. You're my liaison on all matters. All that matters is the production of us. No monetary placement here my dear you and I are simply loving past the lust.
To share these nights with YOU... no initials;
Y-yesterday is forever relived excited about each moment to partake in the future with you
O-over the pyramids, I promise to climb every wall to get back to you
U- understanding that we are made perfect for each other
I can't acronym you in enough ways... my mind has adorned you; not quite love yet...
Lust!
Philly cheesecake love kisses. That first kiss like that first bite... I'll chew on our thought for an eternity as long as you savor each moment with me
I envision you like rap city dope booth moments... every bar perfect spitting no game... just early renditions of smooth sublimity.
I floated in my dreams with the tongue of an iguana. Long enough to explore the pleasure you've never known. Your vagina waited even more important your heart waited and needed the invasion of the truth I pack. Hands to be held and souls to be held. I have the safest locket... I keep us celebrated daily around the necks of us. The modern day queens. No drug loving we shall not be addicted to death instead addicted to the breath of life in our possibility
Oooo I see ms beautiful in her stilettos maybe she can manage and handle me as I apply my lipstick painted lips to her...
Her "her"...
Pressed into library books. The cars outside the windows honked and illuminated the room with the right light to dance off the shape of my stiletto wearing 50 shades of grey novelist sex queen. How she remembered my Barnes & Noble fantasy is beyond me
Omniscient . I've known for so long... They've assessed me the futuristic Einstein. I've known for so long...
Her essence glorified even my most dull days. Indulging on the fashion painted with the sway of her hips even more the sway of her lips. I watched lips and tongues form omniscient parables.
She told it all.
I indulged and succumbed to making her my full time study accepting the challenge of the unconquerable in my grasp.
I couldn't... I couldn't regulate my emotions from flowing...
No poet is prepared for this kind of "open mouthed out of words moments".
Her intelligence fed me everything I needed. The most nutritious meal yet.
"Yes doctor I have taken my vitamins" for my doc has not yet met my meal of lip biting feasts
I'm certainly the most pliable of the effervescent. Bending; twisting happily and overly into you. You'll consider me a gymnast between your heart and your legs. Have you ever felt something so near and real?
I've rebelled to losing the opportunity of you. I must have...
I've lusted to love
Immortal days--->>> forever into you. There is no end to this here. Only your love is able to resuscitate my cardiac arrested hopeful love journeys.
I...
I must have you!
Deliverance is promised ... I've seen your pain millions of years ago. Us immortal lovers would understand what it takes to bring you to your knees emotionally and mentally. Come to this side of me; committed; underneath my skin tone we radiate together. Ozone layers torn through we are higher in love than the planets grips on our daily transitions
I feasted and featured myself in her forever future
I will assume this effortless. I'll chauffeur my love into more than plausible days. Possibly I ... You will accept
You've entered my lair when you accepted my stare. Beyond my sexual intentions...those are vacant. Your omnipotent poise has already attacked my thoughts infinitely. Easily I'll eradicate your ex anything. Your heart is the liaison for our future beginnings. Have the seasons not changed and me falling into you along with fallen leaves.
Colored leaved walkways we are are the inspiration to fashionable trends. It had never been trendy to be lost in each other. This is pure mature secure loving. Almost like my lips and tongue secure to your lips. They juiced my throat and I came back...
You came with fierce evolutions. Evolving into open sex sanctions. I've sanctioned off this spot I'm going to reach tonight. Grip my appetite and let me appease my queen...
I've lusted to love and dammit baby this is it! You are the exclamation to my never ending statements. I've stated you are mine for the taking. Equally I am yours. You're my liaison on all matters. All that matters is the production of us. No monetary placement here my dear you and I are simply loving past the lust.
Friday, September 14, 2012
DM's Unprivate
Every super hero needs their theme music. I just need the song of your voice. You're the vapor in the perfect hookah. Inhaling you deep... I've inhaled every thought and unknown for our future endeavors. The inspiration to an inspirer inspired by you. The anonymity of our future days can't be gambling... This is a win win
I'm trying to bag. I'll double up and paper bag it if need be but I'm certain I have the strength to handle you. Simply I'm here to keep you company emotionally, physically, mentally; for what its worth its all I've been thinking of
Denim... I'm comparing you to my undying love and attention to denim. Fabric meant for my every mood with enough styles and comfort to match my every mood. With the endearment of a tied front or tied back or cut off sleeves I can wear you, my festoon, to my liking and have you compliment even my perfect days. Baby I love denim!
People look to change so much they overlook the perfection not covered in the facade of infatuation; Chasing wind gusts... Yet, here I am in front of you. An iMessage away from a FaceTime session progressing deeper in love with beauty...
Physically beautiful. Curvaceous tongues design the perfect words formulated expressing the physical beauty of your brain. My curvaceous tongue dances on wind gusted rainy days sorting through your word play... Accounting for every unheard word and emotion you've shared. Using my PLEASE EXCUSE MY DEAR AUNT SALLY techniques to ingest the solution to this equation... See, you're physically beautiful inside and out.
Mentally beautiful... You're kept & self indulging --- peaceful within settings of the unidentified. Mentally you've painted complex prisms in a cinch of seconds. Your spoken and unspoken architectures make me wanna raft my way into your heart and get...
...Emotionally beautiful.
Come on and ride these waves with me. Get caught up in the right tides. Storms will come but that's expected when at sea. As beautiful as you are the sun isn't sure to shine forever. I won't lie I'm aiming for forever... Have you not wanted to love... .... ... like realllllyyyyy loveeeee ---- FOREVERRERRR?!?!?!?!?
I've concentrated... I've made the constant advancement. I've yielded at new signs ... Newly painted "in the know" signs that weren't there before... Who is trying to slow me down and show me a few things? Concentrate at the signs I've painted for you... Art in the signs painted for you. Hippy kaleidoscope painted peace and love signs; all emotions painted for you. These beautiful promising signs of emotion all painted for us... The equilibrium of fervor; my dear you are emotionally beautiful.
Accepting that you aren't as quickly satisfied as a breakfast hunger with instant oatmeal ... A chase in which even a where's Waldo book would seem simple. Maybe you need an inhale from the perfect hookah so my perfect vapor can fill your lungs of me.
Deep breaths baby...
Get situated with your feet off the ground
My hands provide the illest comfort
Massaging to the core of your soles to the core of your soul
Operation rescue is now operation love forever...
(TBC)
I'm trying to bag. I'll double up and paper bag it if need be but I'm certain I have the strength to handle you. Simply I'm here to keep you company emotionally, physically, mentally; for what its worth its all I've been thinking of
Denim... I'm comparing you to my undying love and attention to denim. Fabric meant for my every mood with enough styles and comfort to match my every mood. With the endearment of a tied front or tied back or cut off sleeves I can wear you, my festoon, to my liking and have you compliment even my perfect days. Baby I love denim!
People look to change so much they overlook the perfection not covered in the facade of infatuation; Chasing wind gusts... Yet, here I am in front of you. An iMessage away from a FaceTime session progressing deeper in love with beauty...
Physically beautiful. Curvaceous tongues design the perfect words formulated expressing the physical beauty of your brain. My curvaceous tongue dances on wind gusted rainy days sorting through your word play... Accounting for every unheard word and emotion you've shared. Using my PLEASE EXCUSE MY DEAR AUNT SALLY techniques to ingest the solution to this equation... See, you're physically beautiful inside and out.
Mentally beautiful... You're kept & self indulging --- peaceful within settings of the unidentified. Mentally you've painted complex prisms in a cinch of seconds. Your spoken and unspoken architectures make me wanna raft my way into your heart and get...
...Emotionally beautiful.
Come on and ride these waves with me. Get caught up in the right tides. Storms will come but that's expected when at sea. As beautiful as you are the sun isn't sure to shine forever. I won't lie I'm aiming for forever... Have you not wanted to love... .... ... like realllllyyyyy loveeeee ---- FOREVERRERRR?!?!?!?!?
I've concentrated... I've made the constant advancement. I've yielded at new signs ... Newly painted "in the know" signs that weren't there before... Who is trying to slow me down and show me a few things? Concentrate at the signs I've painted for you... Art in the signs painted for you. Hippy kaleidoscope painted peace and love signs; all emotions painted for you. These beautiful promising signs of emotion all painted for us... The equilibrium of fervor; my dear you are emotionally beautiful.
Accepting that you aren't as quickly satisfied as a breakfast hunger with instant oatmeal ... A chase in which even a where's Waldo book would seem simple. Maybe you need an inhale from the perfect hookah so my perfect vapor can fill your lungs of me.
Deep breaths baby...
Get situated with your feet off the ground
My hands provide the illest comfort
Massaging to the core of your soles to the core of your soul
Operation rescue is now operation love forever...
(TBC)
Sunday, September 9, 2012
The Proposal
that moment I'm speechless...
joker
king
queen
...not often I'm left without words
A deck has 52 cards
Just telling you "choose me"
Not your luck but I'll feel lucky to your hold
I see you've hidden your secret weapon away in your heart; the ability to capture and be captured into love
Limo long barriers and vaults with the purpose of shielding
Weeded barb wires hiding away your beating target of cupid
Ruthless protection!!!
But I'm built to handle any resistance
No other depicts our quiet potential
Chancing on me. Different and risky. Aggressive and attentive
Accepting of your challenge
Adventurous messages... adventurous trips; I've tripped while sipping on your character; trying to get drunk from crushing
Maybe you'll have a sip of this with me and we can clumsily trip into the perfect dialogues of future expectations
I've been labeled the city bandit... blindly robbing the lovers of their love never reciprocating
Tis not true; I'm just not used to settling and I know you can recount from experience
It's not that I have mass appeal---- still I'm confident you'll be spiritually and safely high off this...
I'm amping myself
Confidence has to be something you're attracted to
It'll be a contradiction to carry yourself with such a self-reassuring poise and not be attracted to affirmative cocky
This is a sincere/genuine proposal
Coin toss... dimes thumping to the ground!
50/50...
I'm calling heads and tails so I can have a 100% chance of winning with you.
I'll only accept a "yes" to our date.
joker
king
queen
...not often I'm left without words
A deck has 52 cards
Just telling you "choose me"
Not your luck but I'll feel lucky to your hold
I see you've hidden your secret weapon away in your heart; the ability to capture and be captured into love
Limo long barriers and vaults with the purpose of shielding
Weeded barb wires hiding away your beating target of cupid
Ruthless protection!!!
But I'm built to handle any resistance
No other depicts our quiet potential
Chancing on me. Different and risky. Aggressive and attentive
Accepting of your challenge
Adventurous messages... adventurous trips; I've tripped while sipping on your character; trying to get drunk from crushing
Maybe you'll have a sip of this with me and we can clumsily trip into the perfect dialogues of future expectations
I've been labeled the city bandit... blindly robbing the lovers of their love never reciprocating
Tis not true; I'm just not used to settling and I know you can recount from experience
It's not that I have mass appeal---- still I'm confident you'll be spiritually and safely high off this...
I'm amping myself
Confidence has to be something you're attracted to
It'll be a contradiction to carry yourself with such a self-reassuring poise and not be attracted to affirmative cocky
This is a sincere/genuine proposal
Coin toss... dimes thumping to the ground!
50/50...
I'm calling heads and tails so I can have a 100% chance of winning with you.
I'll only accept a "yes" to our date.
EMPT(Joy)INESS
Consider it all joy
Wheaten pastures
Drought stricken fields
Undefined sickness
Irreversible heartache
All a test for the next level
considering it all joy... i had rejoiced our presence right into the emptiness--- now freed
it was indeed the last time
robin hood couldn't save my forest
bulldozed and damaged left my green clean aired organs exposed to filth
the demolition team really did their job here
prepared for more
how can futures build behind hung up dirty laundry
i'll take a glass of fresh air here pretty damn please
brake light our land after time
evicted and ejected
Chatterbox novels... Unwelcome stories told
Frozen mental Fingers tips. No writers block. Too many thoughts to position in a coherent blog. Post me like sticky tabs & draw me like the lotto
Sudden sense of urgency
Lingering for the birds
Gut wrenching tears
Nativity never rested here
Quiet to observe
My mind is moving so fast I trip on all these beautiful thoughts and stutter when I try to express them. I get excited with verbal dancing.
The riddle behind silent expectations has landed you in your hurt
The concept of peace is so vacant... Mislead pleasures cannot substantiate this emptiness...
considering it all joy
to be free
from you!
Wheaten pastures
Drought stricken fields
Undefined sickness
Irreversible heartache
All a test for the next level
considering it all joy... i had rejoiced our presence right into the emptiness--- now freed
it was indeed the last time
robin hood couldn't save my forest
bulldozed and damaged left my green clean aired organs exposed to filth
the demolition team really did their job here
prepared for more
how can futures build behind hung up dirty laundry
i'll take a glass of fresh air here pretty damn please
brake light our land after time
evicted and ejected
Chatterbox novels... Unwelcome stories told
Frozen mental Fingers tips. No writers block. Too many thoughts to position in a coherent blog. Post me like sticky tabs & draw me like the lotto
Sudden sense of urgency
Lingering for the birds
Gut wrenching tears
Nativity never rested here
Quiet to observe
My mind is moving so fast I trip on all these beautiful thoughts and stutter when I try to express them. I get excited with verbal dancing.
The riddle behind silent expectations has landed you in your hurt
The concept of peace is so vacant... Mislead pleasures cannot substantiate this emptiness...
considering it all joy
to be free
from you!
Thursday, August 23, 2012
Nights like this
Beautiful; I mean it. Even a finger print couldn't be more unique than your perfect tone. My tone is caressing here expressing you. Softly caressing my keys from the numeric digits to the q w e r t y... after my arrow pad my hand is expecting to fall into your grasp
Nights like this I get lost in envisioning perfection. Speedways into your cool combustion all in these brain cells stumbling on this balance beam into the cool tricks we can pull off together
I see beauty in the skies. Your eyes are as soft as heavens clouds. Walking the skies with vivacious sprints into your heart. I see beauty in the skies in your eyes... This has to be where heaven is
Every time I steal a glance I'm ready to do the time... timed seasons
Ready to steal fall moments with you wrapped up in the blankets of only skin
Sharing jackets
Shawls decorating the finest of shoulders; striking
Twisters storm my mind on mornings like this... Debris of your enchanted figure scattered on my memory's tiles
I get lost, no maps, envisioning through blind eyes, pinpointing perfection along speedways into you
opening my envelop sealed love...
I hate to give you all of me but I hate to rob you from the deserved
You deserve all of me!
Follicles not to be left out of the ordeal
My love is deeper than any heart break endured
The past has been left to absorb itself into gravel
No roads paved over; new found land in those sky filled eyes
Often in my mind I've traveled the finest of deep continents
Africa I've visited recurrently
Here is Egypt in your skin
Cheek bones structured of Nefertiti
Queen curves attacking my every attraction
Nile river arousal of flowing rivers amid
Atlantic ocean voyaging I'll speak Portuguese to your sexual princess; its partially in the roll (debonair tongue)
I want to ingest all of these travels; sucking with a punctilious swallow
These fantasized moments come with rhythmic motions (gymnastic approved body movements)
Symphonies ... you carry the tune to maintain my entertainment
Pyramids crumble... walls inside bursting out; history made without sheets
My mind has traveled the finest of deep continents deep between "she"; your princess
Delivered with the freshness of home made; authentic cuisine... Orange peel fresh
A knee bowed
Raised became a brow
I once saw a diamond so beautiful there'd be no other answer to the proposal but "yes"
Diamonds; the jewel adorned and envied
The peculiarity
Biting into thumbs; your skin --> my drug; the diamond defined
Counting the lines in my palms
I'll rob you of none of me!
Scattered I've approached this insane topic
Night is amongst
The matter at hand I've avoided
Known all along
Educated that this is in fact it
Exhausting 8 by 11 sheets to define
New York
North Carolina
Africa
Atlanta
France
England
Chicago
California
Beautiful; I mean it. Even a finger print couldn't be more unique than your perfect tone. My tone is caressing here expressing you. Softly caressing my keys from the numeric digits to the q-w-e-r-t-y... after my arrow pad my hand is expecting to fall into your grasp
Stumbling behind my choked confidence
The comfort in not knowing if it is known
After my arrow pad my hand is expecting to fall into your grasp
Into your "yes"
commitment to us.
Nights like this I get lost in envisioning perfection. Speedways into your cool combustion all in these brain cells stumbling on this balance beam into the cool tricks we can pull off together
I see beauty in the skies. Your eyes are as soft as heavens clouds. Walking the skies with vivacious sprints into your heart. I see beauty in the skies in your eyes... This has to be where heaven is
Every time I steal a glance I'm ready to do the time... timed seasons
Ready to steal fall moments with you wrapped up in the blankets of only skin
Sharing jackets
Shawls decorating the finest of shoulders; striking
Twisters storm my mind on mornings like this... Debris of your enchanted figure scattered on my memory's tiles
I get lost, no maps, envisioning through blind eyes, pinpointing perfection along speedways into you
opening my envelop sealed love...
I hate to give you all of me but I hate to rob you from the deserved
You deserve all of me!
Follicles not to be left out of the ordeal
My love is deeper than any heart break endured
The past has been left to absorb itself into gravel
No roads paved over; new found land in those sky filled eyes
Often in my mind I've traveled the finest of deep continents
Africa I've visited recurrently
Here is Egypt in your skin
Cheek bones structured of Nefertiti
Queen curves attacking my every attraction
Nile river arousal of flowing rivers amid
Atlantic ocean voyaging I'll speak Portuguese to your sexual princess; its partially in the roll (debonair tongue)
I want to ingest all of these travels; sucking with a punctilious swallow
These fantasized moments come with rhythmic motions (gymnastic approved body movements)
Symphonies ... you carry the tune to maintain my entertainment
Pyramids crumble... walls inside bursting out; history made without sheets
My mind has traveled the finest of deep continents deep between "she"; your princess
Delivered with the freshness of home made; authentic cuisine... Orange peel fresh
A knee bowed
Raised became a brow
I once saw a diamond so beautiful there'd be no other answer to the proposal but "yes"
Diamonds; the jewel adorned and envied
The peculiarity
Biting into thumbs; your skin --> my drug; the diamond defined
Counting the lines in my palms
I'll rob you of none of me!
Scattered I've approached this insane topic
Night is amongst
The matter at hand I've avoided
Known all along
Educated that this is in fact it
Exhausting 8 by 11 sheets to define
New York
North Carolina
Africa
Atlanta
France
England
Chicago
California
Beautiful; I mean it. Even a finger print couldn't be more unique than your perfect tone. My tone is caressing here expressing you. Softly caressing my keys from the numeric digits to the q-w-e-r-t-y... after my arrow pad my hand is expecting to fall into your grasp
Stumbling behind my choked confidence
The comfort in not knowing if it is known
After my arrow pad my hand is expecting to fall into your grasp
Into your "yes"
commitment to us.
Monday, August 20, 2012
Lyrical Bulimic
Written with Fatima (@HiddenGreatness)
Ingesting more than my metaphoric psyche can handle I regurgitate my flaws, emotions, and sexual wet dreams into articulate verses.
They tell me I'm verbally bulimic...
Gluttony ingesting various conversations
Then bolting towards the closest area where I can discretely upchuck my souls secrets
Scribe my indiscretions
Purging my unbiased judgements across blogs and college ruled paper
They tell me I have problem
Spitting and spatting perfect beautifully partitioned thoughts for you to gag at
My quote game is a bulimic's bragging desire
I see words, hear words, taste words, and chew them to regurgitate a meal of intelligence and clever notations
Notate I'm an artist always ready to exploit my talent for the right appreciation
A mind is a terrible thing to waste and I guarantee the taste of my lyrical regiment will engage you into the minds of many geniuses all implanted on my taste buds...
A complex disorder causing a perpetual need to waste ignorance, gorge on intellect, and release articulate quotations across various media networks
I'm a lyrical bulimic
Misunderstood by those willing to digest simplicity
Constantly finding flaws in my adjectives silhouette
I stick my finger down the throat of societal misconceptions
Redefining my illness from internal digression
To projecting my verbal greatness onto all those who choose to bare witness
I'm lyrically bulimic
The complexity will make a true mind gag and gasp
Gasping at the beauty of regurgitated excellence
So amazing it's disgusting
Two new lovers skipping and holding hands
That love of genius
Redefined to constant change lyrically bulimic can often position me as an aggressive blogger
Have you ever experienced words being crabs in barrel all tumbling onto each other
*finger down throat*
Letting go of all the things I've mentally suppressed
I'm a beautiful verbose bulimic never getting lost in what I can't hold onto for I frequently throw up what separates my genius from the simple mind... How dare I share the chunks of Gods gifts across social pages... How dare I not? I've swallowed my nightmares only to vomit my lessons for all to see.. I am a lyrical bulimic and My reflection has already diagnosed me
Ingesting more than my metaphoric psyche can handle I regurgitate my flaws, emotions, and sexual wet dreams into articulate verses.
They tell me I'm verbally bulimic...
Gluttony ingesting various conversations
Then bolting towards the closest area where I can discretely upchuck my souls secrets
Scribe my indiscretions
Purging my unbiased judgements across blogs and college ruled paper
They tell me I have problem
Spitting and spatting perfect beautifully partitioned thoughts for you to gag at
My quote game is a bulimic's bragging desire
I see words, hear words, taste words, and chew them to regurgitate a meal of intelligence and clever notations
Notate I'm an artist always ready to exploit my talent for the right appreciation
A mind is a terrible thing to waste and I guarantee the taste of my lyrical regiment will engage you into the minds of many geniuses all implanted on my taste buds...
A complex disorder causing a perpetual need to waste ignorance, gorge on intellect, and release articulate quotations across various media networks
I'm a lyrical bulimic
Misunderstood by those willing to digest simplicity
Constantly finding flaws in my adjectives silhouette
I stick my finger down the throat of societal misconceptions
Redefining my illness from internal digression
To projecting my verbal greatness onto all those who choose to bare witness
I'm lyrically bulimic
The complexity will make a true mind gag and gasp
Gasping at the beauty of regurgitated excellence
So amazing it's disgusting
Two new lovers skipping and holding hands
That love of genius
Redefined to constant change lyrically bulimic can often position me as an aggressive blogger
Have you ever experienced words being crabs in barrel all tumbling onto each other
*finger down throat*
Letting go of all the things I've mentally suppressed
I'm a beautiful verbose bulimic never getting lost in what I can't hold onto for I frequently throw up what separates my genius from the simple mind... How dare I share the chunks of Gods gifts across social pages... How dare I not? I've swallowed my nightmares only to vomit my lessons for all to see.. I am a lyrical bulimic and My reflection has already diagnosed me
Wednesday, August 15, 2012
Unfinished Business
(written with Nene)
Somehow I thought...
You know revisiting between here and there...
That if I just rode around...
Turned my radio down.... I'd ---- stumble back into us.
Revisiting past and now closed exits with the false hope wishing wells have come to provide many
I developed a reenactment of the subliminal memories of you. The emotions, the feel, the conversations. Raping the memories for a glance of the analogical orgasm of you. Regret and anger for not accepting the one thing I cannot change.
Simply I miss you.
The aroma of your perfume down to the spices and flowers made into a conjunction of liquid in a bottle. Your frame, down to the curve of the indention of your hips seeped into my mind like memory foam.
I revisit familiar paths, joint experiences seeking you. Mentally disgruntled, physically nauseous, spiritually drained. I feel you in the cells of my membranes, the veins in my body, the marrow in my bones; with you I found a place called home.
I was like memory foam. Still pressed into our spot waiting for you to return and get right back into place. You know---- familiarity.
I saw the closed exits
My mind wont free me but I won't free my heart so now I chase shadows and count cracks in pavements
Miss.... To miss you.
Some explained you as my equal I chuckled at the thought of finding one to be in tune. Years had progressed and relationships built. Then just like Jenga shit crashed down. Couldn't tell me my structure wouldn't hold
I held
Held onto the foam conformed to our memory I have been lapsing running a backwards relay in history of the "Her and Her"
Often familiarity breaks down the hope of moving forward.
Yearning fades and memories stay. I dream of what could have been if demons in disguise and inconsistent ways didn't engulf us.
Something ruined us!
As dark as the sky, bright as the hell hot sun do you know what we could have been
US.wretched discoveries in drastic and unthoughtful decisions. I get this feeling every once in awhile with women, creatures damned by feelings, captured by intellect, sexually mischievous.
The structure wasn't built to break, neither built to last, but built to end fast.
We ended fast when once it seemed like never. Prancing through here and there. My heart rode the most stunning of chariots now bumping along the most broken of expired train lines. I thought if I revisited the crime scene I could breathe life into the evidence and recreate the love story of disaster. I only recreated the clutching on my heart....
...Pain
But even the most stunning chariot couldn't adapt to the tumultuous destiny. Pain eats aways like a flesh eating bacteria. I yearn for you in the darkness as a lost epiphany never put to use.
Stitch away at the laceration deeper than life itself, the rap sheet of regrets are longer than the longest monologue
You help mold who I am to be, you'll never experience the gift and result of our experience. This disgusting heavy sickness, incurable by any medicine; heartbroken.
Sad to say I've become accustomed to the heart break and have sulked back into the memory foam of us. What I'd give to have selective amnesia... So I giddy back up my hearts chariot to trot off into distances I'm sure you'd never reach...
Still my confidence is sure it is you to heal me
We are unfinished
Somehow I thought...
You know revisiting between here and there...
That if I just rode around...
Turned my radio down.... I'd ---- stumble back into us.
Revisiting past and now closed exits with the false hope wishing wells have come to provide many
I developed a reenactment of the subliminal memories of you. The emotions, the feel, the conversations. Raping the memories for a glance of the analogical orgasm of you. Regret and anger for not accepting the one thing I cannot change.
Simply I miss you.
The aroma of your perfume down to the spices and flowers made into a conjunction of liquid in a bottle. Your frame, down to the curve of the indention of your hips seeped into my mind like memory foam.
I revisit familiar paths, joint experiences seeking you. Mentally disgruntled, physically nauseous, spiritually drained. I feel you in the cells of my membranes, the veins in my body, the marrow in my bones; with you I found a place called home.
I was like memory foam. Still pressed into our spot waiting for you to return and get right back into place. You know---- familiarity.
I saw the closed exits
My mind wont free me but I won't free my heart so now I chase shadows and count cracks in pavements
Miss.... To miss you.
Some explained you as my equal I chuckled at the thought of finding one to be in tune. Years had progressed and relationships built. Then just like Jenga shit crashed down. Couldn't tell me my structure wouldn't hold
I held
Held onto the foam conformed to our memory I have been lapsing running a backwards relay in history of the "Her and Her"
Often familiarity breaks down the hope of moving forward.
Yearning fades and memories stay. I dream of what could have been if demons in disguise and inconsistent ways didn't engulf us.
Something ruined us!
As dark as the sky, bright as the hell hot sun do you know what we could have been
US.wretched discoveries in drastic and unthoughtful decisions. I get this feeling every once in awhile with women, creatures damned by feelings, captured by intellect, sexually mischievous.
The structure wasn't built to break, neither built to last, but built to end fast.
We ended fast when once it seemed like never. Prancing through here and there. My heart rode the most stunning of chariots now bumping along the most broken of expired train lines. I thought if I revisited the crime scene I could breathe life into the evidence and recreate the love story of disaster. I only recreated the clutching on my heart....
...Pain
But even the most stunning chariot couldn't adapt to the tumultuous destiny. Pain eats aways like a flesh eating bacteria. I yearn for you in the darkness as a lost epiphany never put to use.
Stitch away at the laceration deeper than life itself, the rap sheet of regrets are longer than the longest monologue
You help mold who I am to be, you'll never experience the gift and result of our experience. This disgusting heavy sickness, incurable by any medicine; heartbroken.
Sad to say I've become accustomed to the heart break and have sulked back into the memory foam of us. What I'd give to have selective amnesia... So I giddy back up my hearts chariot to trot off into distances I'm sure you'd never reach...
Still my confidence is sure it is you to heal me
We are unfinished
Thursday, July 26, 2012
For Her...
Welcome Ms Maryland Girl... then again girl is an understatement for the profound dominance screaming from your beauty Ms. Lady...
Ms. Lady I've seen you around town perhaps; in fact this city
I've seen you around seductively attracting the attention of many but I see into you seeing a beauty of intelligence, diligence, and dominance
These petty stares that you receive bounce off the glow of your skin
bouncing and ricocheting
simple minds cannot penetrate you beyond hello and well Ms. Lady I've seen you around the city
freshly attired with the right flame... a walking mature boutique only for the eye of the seasoned
Let me thrift your love story... piece together some ill shit to sport; bragging on the uniqueness... I'll chat with you if a conversation is something you desire to indulge in beautiful
Piecing together cohesive days... let me tip toe in here as not to blatantly intrude on your day. An attempt to depict just what is would mean false things will be written; but understand my approach of truth. I can taste the boldness... taste the patched days... just trying to piece together all these descriptions
The home body herself steps out and has everybody bending necks glancing up and down at her body... shit must be uncomfortable. I've given my comfortable glances of admiration and said "Well hey she is fine and I know of her, but who is she?"
Everything marked as your territory hips swaying all over your territory. Foot and heel click clacking all over your territory. Hair flips out of your eye all over your territory. What's it like to take a shot of you? Swimming oh so good to your sanded vacated land. Palm tree eye lids for your eyes open to sun rays of beauty and I'm fresh out of the ocean. I could use a little heat; marvelous sterling ornaments---> your smile
Back to this... there I am getting distracted; back to traveling along pastures of your history
An accounting princess... books open... It's about time someone scripts some literature of you. Texts exchanged; still I cannot change that station of curiosity... Who is she? or Who is she not?
Relating on all levels... Fully getting into you... listening without assumption; your homegirl taught me that!
You told me you love poetry... I heard poetry when you closed your eyes and described yourself to me. Ooo's and aww's adorned my mental verbiage. Check it out! Ms Momma's Maryland Girl---- I agree your eyes captivate; the trust and force in them have wiped the realism of gravity from under the sternest feet
You have lied to me already though. You said you have never been good with speaking your emotions. Oh how body language and silence can speak much louder than any screamed note from those..... .... ... LIPS!
This here is a neutral treat for you
tell me more so I can continue to write pages and pages and pages
explain the not so easy
I mean the breeze is not in this room but my headphones have taken me from this room to a perfect spring breezed room. iPad under my palms. Ne-Yo singing "Sexy Love" in my ears. Envisioning you and the melodic curves to respectful visualizations. The breeze is now perfect in the room. Take me to your perfect spring breezed room and let me into that story
Unlock the door... put the key in your palm if it makes you feel safer. Show me around. Turn the smallest light on; I'm good with seeing glimpse's of images.
placement
speak
Ms.
For once; if only you'd allow yourself to rely on me to paint the picture I have imagined of you for this mere poem
no strain...
I'll pause here
Introductions are meant to be short; I think I've over told the beginning
Ms. Lady I've seen you around town perhaps; in fact this city
I've seen you around seductively attracting the attention of many but I see into you seeing a beauty of intelligence, diligence, and dominance
These petty stares that you receive bounce off the glow of your skin
bouncing and ricocheting
simple minds cannot penetrate you beyond hello and well Ms. Lady I've seen you around the city
freshly attired with the right flame... a walking mature boutique only for the eye of the seasoned
Let me thrift your love story... piece together some ill shit to sport; bragging on the uniqueness... I'll chat with you if a conversation is something you desire to indulge in beautiful
Piecing together cohesive days... let me tip toe in here as not to blatantly intrude on your day. An attempt to depict just what is would mean false things will be written; but understand my approach of truth. I can taste the boldness... taste the patched days... just trying to piece together all these descriptions
The home body herself steps out and has everybody bending necks glancing up and down at her body... shit must be uncomfortable. I've given my comfortable glances of admiration and said "Well hey she is fine and I know of her, but who is she?"
Everything marked as your territory hips swaying all over your territory. Foot and heel click clacking all over your territory. Hair flips out of your eye all over your territory. What's it like to take a shot of you? Swimming oh so good to your sanded vacated land. Palm tree eye lids for your eyes open to sun rays of beauty and I'm fresh out of the ocean. I could use a little heat; marvelous sterling ornaments---> your smile
Back to this... there I am getting distracted; back to traveling along pastures of your history
An accounting princess... books open... It's about time someone scripts some literature of you. Texts exchanged; still I cannot change that station of curiosity... Who is she? or Who is she not?
Relating on all levels... Fully getting into you... listening without assumption; your homegirl taught me that!
You told me you love poetry... I heard poetry when you closed your eyes and described yourself to me. Ooo's and aww's adorned my mental verbiage. Check it out! Ms Momma's Maryland Girl---- I agree your eyes captivate; the trust and force in them have wiped the realism of gravity from under the sternest feet
You have lied to me already though. You said you have never been good with speaking your emotions. Oh how body language and silence can speak much louder than any screamed note from those..... .... ... LIPS!
This here is a neutral treat for you
tell me more so I can continue to write pages and pages and pages
explain the not so easy
I mean the breeze is not in this room but my headphones have taken me from this room to a perfect spring breezed room. iPad under my palms. Ne-Yo singing "Sexy Love" in my ears. Envisioning you and the melodic curves to respectful visualizations. The breeze is now perfect in the room. Take me to your perfect spring breezed room and let me into that story
Unlock the door... put the key in your palm if it makes you feel safer. Show me around. Turn the smallest light on; I'm good with seeing glimpse's of images.
placement
speak
Ms.
For once; if only you'd allow yourself to rely on me to paint the picture I have imagined of you for this mere poem
no strain...
I'll pause here
Introductions are meant to be short; I think I've over told the beginning
Monday, July 23, 2012
Gasps & Grips
You could be here right in between crevices big enough for intimate exploration. Crew loving on a solo trip. Attacking throats-strong tips
Gasp
I don't even want to breathe a breath out of your touch; my chest heaves while you attack on your pirating route... stealing to my pleads for your pleasure...
*gasp*
"baby please"
*gasp*
"fucking give it to me please!!!"
the constant crave for your exploring curiosity. quench my insatiable-glutton thirst for your pleasure.
I want it all
no measure is to be placed.. slaving to your passion--- (conscientious)
my vagina... embracing your knowledge. fucking insane brain. mouth so good I forget all the poetry; fucking nasty. suck me up and wet my shit again. fucking make my shit flow. this pussy is all for the taking. damn grab this skull and handle me like you've needed every ounce of me to rejuvenate your life.
wrap me in a penitentiary of your pleasure mi amor I'm quivering to your belligerent explosion of adulation; fervent, profound, supreme, intense gratification
mango... mango anything. let me have it. including you... sweet soft delectable fruit I'll eat you forever.
handle my face; boss my shit around and ride it; grip where you need I'm your handler taming that flood in between... I can't swim but I'm head & face deep
baby ride my face and give me that sweet mango fruit to devour
minutes and hours... losing count. lost tapes. taping me to the frame. taping us to revisit. taping this hell of a ride
Ginuwine's "pony" & "so anxious", Ciara's 'ride", Ushers "can you handle it"; constant sex songs incomparable to our moments---waterfall loving ... continuous flow
I'll initiate and finish
I'll let you initiate and let you finish
versatility
5'3" freak...
unleashed
*hard gulp* *opens eyes*
I've got to stop fantasizing you into non-fiction reactions
MOIST!
Gasp
I don't even want to breathe a breath out of your touch; my chest heaves while you attack on your pirating route... stealing to my pleads for your pleasure...
*gasp*
"baby please"
*gasp*
"fucking give it to me please!!!"
the constant crave for your exploring curiosity. quench my insatiable-glutton thirst for your pleasure.
I want it all
no measure is to be placed.. slaving to your passion--- (conscientious)
my vagina... embracing your knowledge. fucking insane brain. mouth so good I forget all the poetry; fucking nasty. suck me up and wet my shit again. fucking make my shit flow. this pussy is all for the taking. damn grab this skull and handle me like you've needed every ounce of me to rejuvenate your life.
wrap me in a penitentiary of your pleasure mi amor I'm quivering to your belligerent explosion of adulation; fervent, profound, supreme, intense gratification
mango... mango anything. let me have it. including you... sweet soft delectable fruit I'll eat you forever.
handle my face; boss my shit around and ride it; grip where you need I'm your handler taming that flood in between... I can't swim but I'm head & face deep
baby ride my face and give me that sweet mango fruit to devour
minutes and hours... losing count. lost tapes. taping me to the frame. taping us to revisit. taping this hell of a ride
Ginuwine's "pony" & "so anxious", Ciara's 'ride", Ushers "can you handle it"; constant sex songs incomparable to our moments---waterfall loving ... continuous flow
I'll initiate and finish
I'll let you initiate and let you finish
versatility
5'3" freak...
unleashed
*hard gulp* *opens eyes*
I've got to stop fantasizing you into non-fiction reactions
MOIST!
Wednesday, July 18, 2012
A Gist of Goodbye
Clueless to the clues under neath tones of condoning the unacceptable...
Computing our Almost... we started the unfinished>> a project made for the elite of constructors
Envelope licked dry throats... my diaphragm unable to amplify my unsaid thoughts
Whispers. Gentle soft toilet paper up close whispers.
Soft of an approach
Angel soft wings
Wrapped in explosive eye contact... Focused on the solidity I could see in the future
Ms Cleo could focus for years and never would she have foreseen our meet
Attractions reacted down to hair bristles ... Aroused
The disaster of infinite completion
Together...completed... Each complementary and supplementary
Forbidden lusts for the potential of love
Playing in a mine field ... Tip toe behaviors and hiding for cover.
There is no peace
Peace my love...
Soft whispers ... Angel soft wings
Destinations separate back to the connected & broken
Holding hands behind our lovers back
The rudest adultery
Thee most painful yearned affection
To forever be affected by your smile
Lingering scent on every mile taken
Flashbacks de ja vu'ing their way into my storm cloud thoughts
No substance... Vacancy signs placed in window panes of the heart
Singly handled
1 + 1 now equals a torn 0
Computing our Almost... we started the unfinished>> a project made for the elite of constructors
Envelope licked dry throats... my diaphragm unable to amplify my unsaid thoughts
Whispers. Gentle soft toilet paper up close whispers.
Soft of an approach
Angel soft wings
Wrapped in explosive eye contact... Focused on the solidity I could see in the future
Ms Cleo could focus for years and never would she have foreseen our meet
Attractions reacted down to hair bristles ... Aroused
The disaster of infinite completion
Together...completed... Each complementary and supplementary
Forbidden lusts for the potential of love
Playing in a mine field ... Tip toe behaviors and hiding for cover.
There is no peace
Peace my love...
Soft whispers ... Angel soft wings
Destinations separate back to the connected & broken
Holding hands behind our lovers back
The rudest adultery
Thee most painful yearned affection
To forever be affected by your smile
Lingering scent on every mile taken
Flashbacks de ja vu'ing their way into my storm cloud thoughts
No substance... Vacancy signs placed in window panes of the heart
Singly handled
1 + 1 now equals a torn 0
Saturday, July 14, 2012
pleasure!!!
bowling... your pins shattering... striking that ass out... laid out all in our lane
intense skill
complimentary attire vacant from your apparel
ripping my american girl apart
losing all that poise humming my favorite noise
my skin lifts under your intelligent sex whispers
moans announcing your completion... digging into you... serpent tongues
legs folding like parenthesis
pussy dancing merengue speeds
i can feel it thump in my mouth
storm until my tonsils are left swimming
your shore ...
the summation
my grip is the perfect fit
infinite touches
feel me gone
what its like to be pleased by a bottoming top
arching to your widening pupils
baby lick the sweetest spine you'll come to know
reaching my arms to your figure... neck grabbing pulling and pulling
licks along your lips
don't kiss me
sugar daddy sweet tongues
caramel brown skin goddesses
i'm licking along your peppermint lips
abroad... an opening is created
my talent is getting into those tight spaces; maneuvering & creating the unthinkable
to be on the brink with me
mounted... laps... breast to tongues
taking you into unthinkable
climax is a fair enough understatement
too bad our song had to end; dancing to the interlude of the next track. DJ play our track back-2 stepping in the silence & connection of us
2 stepping unsaid compliments
sexxx
in my eyes
deep dark stares
dark deep fucking touches
i'm unknown to anything imagined
the impossible experience
delivered
writing surreal fictional moments...
my keyboard = my piano for poetry's music
baby you sang the perfect poetry with your body for me
poetry and pleasure
MOAN again for a raging attack
tongue kisses for my brown skin weakness
fleeing into dimensions unknown to man
gravity barely holding us to land.
A Soldiers Prayer
Lord feel me... my eyes are swelling and my utterance is jumbled this I know but my heart is pure and in your hands... I'm guided only with you in mind and in my mind my light is you in my heart my light is you in my life my guidance is you... you are my only road map to conciliation. You are my hold on the sanctity I often feel ripped from my grip I'm grabbing at the ripped pieces piecing together my "supposed to be" here i am 30 and I just need to do for me so my family can say yes "that is our baby. our proud soldier. God keep her & lead her & do through her what many have forgotten is the way of you"
Now I understand thou shall not kill... lord I understand... and I know with you there is no judgment and trust me when I say I only aim to protect not to conquer and injure and I pray lord you keep me. keep me lord I pray you keep me away from death caused by hands at the unnecessary fortuitous disposal of man.
*bows head*
"our father who art in heaven; hallowed by thy name..."
Now Lord I've once read the following::
Taking into account its structure, flow of subject matter and emphases, one interpretation[5] of the Lord's Prayer is as a guideline on how to pray rather than something to be learned and repeated by rot
Deliver me from evil lord even if it be my own hands and mind... I've used this guideline and practiced many prayer lines. I need this call to you to protect me and thank you Lord. Thank you for all you've given me and every breath I've been fortunate and proud to breathe. I'm sending up this soldiers prayer...
Amen!
Now I understand thou shall not kill... lord I understand... and I know with you there is no judgment and trust me when I say I only aim to protect not to conquer and injure and I pray lord you keep me. keep me lord I pray you keep me away from death caused by hands at the unnecessary fortuitous disposal of man.
*bows head*
"our father who art in heaven; hallowed by thy name..."
Now Lord I've once read the following::
Taking into account its structure, flow of subject matter and emphases, one interpretation[5] of the Lord's Prayer is as a guideline on how to pray rather than something to be learned and repeated by rot
Deliver me from evil lord even if it be my own hands and mind... I've used this guideline and practiced many prayer lines. I need this call to you to protect me and thank you Lord. Thank you for all you've given me and every breath I've been fortunate and proud to breathe. I'm sending up this soldiers prayer...
Amen!
Friday, July 13, 2012
A Blues For Brooklyn
A blues for brooklyn...
Pardon my distraction because I'm from the Bronx & I push my borough representation to the max Ms. Brooklyn
how can a poet match a poet?...
both energies opposite and brilliant
Music... my words dance crazy rhythms creating beats of adventures in my head... adventuring with you Brooklyn... this Bronx girl is mapping out the beauty of your boroughs imagery
Searching for substance... be careful, I thought...
Be careful baby of that substance abuse
We see the crack heads lingering...but why aren't they called crack veins. They shoot it. cook it up. The city's finest chefs. From crystal to liquid. That would make them experienced scientists...
(we see the substance abuse)
Silly people let broken promises build their road of endless broken hearts... brooklyn I'm writing your blues.
Subway train lines-- I tapped my foot on the platform bopping under my headphones... The crate drummers, sleeping bums... Tired stroller carrying mothers... Ignorant young city kids... Middle class professionals... Manhattan executives... Underground newspaper stands... MTA announcers... Lost tourists...
I'm tapping my foot on the platform recreating shattered dreams. Reminding these hopeless romantics to shield their soul... Am I able to shield mine?
Focused...but thats internal. There is no verbal expression for it...
crossing bridges
speeding through narrow tunnels.
Focused on my Brooklyn travels
traveling through the blues of the muggy...
MUGGY CITY BLUES
Brooklyn... you own a confidence even my Bronx heart is captured by... attentive to your bounce... attentive to your poise... my perception of you elevated... damn Brooklyn!!
Wait... let me rep my borough
Yankee stadium's home
south bronx, north bronx... deh pon di jamaican side of town... Caribbean perhaps but my Jamaican roots leave me biased
Writing is power... A vision shared is a mission accomplished. Understood is the desired perfection
You are my unwritten visual goddess only aiming to achieve you and to be understood. I step to your borough loving with pure intention to equally dominate
I just want to write you... with my Zeta blue heart... I want to script the impossible of you... the blues of Brooklyn... Brooklyn blue. Navy to the soul. NYC you are me... Impoverished and so rich down to the soles of every shoe... My soul robbed of expression from my non-dancing shoes... Still Brooklyn I wouldn't miss the opportunity of our dance
Kick game crazy... fashion sense effortless and stunning... Recreation of design at its undiluted predication... The finest... Fabrics of beauty; photomontage
You are CD player, Walkman vintage, and fresh to me Ms Brooklyn
NYC home of dominant natures and skyscraper personalities matching every monument and architecture
Brooklyn women are my pink matter... captivated by their finest curves... accented diction... attitudes of a cocky "boss"... soft spots like rose petals... culture like the finest melting pot cuisine... desires like the poorest souls reaching for the simplicity of joy... knowledge refilling my half empty glass constantly yearning more never quite full... my appetite for you Brooklyn women have me singing the deepest soulful blues... take me back to 1970 when we danced with decency so I can shuffle my feet with yours and palm the small of your back in my quiet spin throughout this illuminated room
whistling along to my soul's harmonica.
digital renaissance
Collaged... Pic after pic after pic
Even my simple subway transit expeditions polaroid history with you
Subway fitness workouts
Squeezing in the petite spaces
I just have to share this seat next to you! (Quietly stated with emphasis)
queer
Queer and engaged into you
Squeezing into your blue
Brooklyn I've painted my heart navy
Your historic modern technosapien character has stolen my infatuation
Falling in love with your every structure
Reconstructing this Brooklyn bridge
Looking to bridge us closer
Walking the miles
Floating into your every word
Watching your tongue form the hypothesis of genius
You are education shared even amongst the sagged jeans to the fitted skinnys
Be careful Brooklyn as the Bronx me will strip those jeans while appreciating your voyages ... Mental kisses from the hips thighs legs and feet
Flatbush East NY Canarsie travels
All graciously appreciated
Hard "b's" when we speak
FDR swerving ... Professional NASCAR driving to attack your belts parkway
Wink
Brooklyn you left me singing tunes
My freshman undergraduate love
Caribbean princess
Torn was my safety net
I fell into you like a saxophones bliss
You strummed every note I needed to hear with heavenly strokes
I played my Bronx violin to your tune
Strum strum strum
Halted my musical journey
Eternal pause
5am missing you Brooklyn
Tears that nursed me into the deep rem sleep
My only escape became internal
I lost a smile galaxies wide
Felt like all fallacies when I chased my memory for that smile that became marble minuscule
Crooning your memory Brooklyn
My old jazz fashioned blue
Fading to black
Addicted and substance abusing the high of you
Veins filled... You were the life in me
Harmonica and cello tunes
My Melancholy genre
Pulling ... Sanity return from my toxic addiction.
I'm lost in the wrong borough
*open subway map app*
I
AM
...
Blues-ing for Brooklyn
Pardon my distraction because I'm from the Bronx & I push my borough representation to the max Ms. Brooklyn
how can a poet match a poet?...
both energies opposite and brilliant
Music... my words dance crazy rhythms creating beats of adventures in my head... adventuring with you Brooklyn... this Bronx girl is mapping out the beauty of your boroughs imagery
Searching for substance... be careful, I thought...
Be careful baby of that substance abuse
We see the crack heads lingering...but why aren't they called crack veins. They shoot it. cook it up. The city's finest chefs. From crystal to liquid. That would make them experienced scientists...
(we see the substance abuse)
Silly people let broken promises build their road of endless broken hearts... brooklyn I'm writing your blues.
Subway train lines-- I tapped my foot on the platform bopping under my headphones... The crate drummers, sleeping bums... Tired stroller carrying mothers... Ignorant young city kids... Middle class professionals... Manhattan executives... Underground newspaper stands... MTA announcers... Lost tourists...
I'm tapping my foot on the platform recreating shattered dreams. Reminding these hopeless romantics to shield their soul... Am I able to shield mine?
Focused...but thats internal. There is no verbal expression for it...
crossing bridges
speeding through narrow tunnels.
Focused on my Brooklyn travels
traveling through the blues of the muggy...
MUGGY CITY BLUES
Brooklyn... you own a confidence even my Bronx heart is captured by... attentive to your bounce... attentive to your poise... my perception of you elevated... damn Brooklyn!!
Wait... let me rep my borough
Yankee stadium's home
south bronx, north bronx... deh pon di jamaican side of town... Caribbean perhaps but my Jamaican roots leave me biased
Writing is power... A vision shared is a mission accomplished. Understood is the desired perfection
You are my unwritten visual goddess only aiming to achieve you and to be understood. I step to your borough loving with pure intention to equally dominate
I just want to write you... with my Zeta blue heart... I want to script the impossible of you... the blues of Brooklyn... Brooklyn blue. Navy to the soul. NYC you are me... Impoverished and so rich down to the soles of every shoe... My soul robbed of expression from my non-dancing shoes... Still Brooklyn I wouldn't miss the opportunity of our dance
Kick game crazy... fashion sense effortless and stunning... Recreation of design at its undiluted predication... The finest... Fabrics of beauty; photomontage
You are CD player, Walkman vintage, and fresh to me Ms Brooklyn
NYC home of dominant natures and skyscraper personalities matching every monument and architecture
Brooklyn women are my pink matter... captivated by their finest curves... accented diction... attitudes of a cocky "boss"... soft spots like rose petals... culture like the finest melting pot cuisine... desires like the poorest souls reaching for the simplicity of joy... knowledge refilling my half empty glass constantly yearning more never quite full... my appetite for you Brooklyn women have me singing the deepest soulful blues... take me back to 1970 when we danced with decency so I can shuffle my feet with yours and palm the small of your back in my quiet spin throughout this illuminated room
whistling along to my soul's harmonica.
digital renaissance
Collaged... Pic after pic after pic
Even my simple subway transit expeditions polaroid history with you
Subway fitness workouts
Squeezing in the petite spaces
I just have to share this seat next to you! (Quietly stated with emphasis)
queer
Queer and engaged into you
Squeezing into your blue
Brooklyn I've painted my heart navy
Your historic modern technosapien character has stolen my infatuation
Falling in love with your every structure
Reconstructing this Brooklyn bridge
Looking to bridge us closer
Walking the miles
Floating into your every word
Watching your tongue form the hypothesis of genius
You are education shared even amongst the sagged jeans to the fitted skinnys
Be careful Brooklyn as the Bronx me will strip those jeans while appreciating your voyages ... Mental kisses from the hips thighs legs and feet
Flatbush East NY Canarsie travels
All graciously appreciated
Hard "b's" when we speak
FDR swerving ... Professional NASCAR driving to attack your belts parkway
Wink
Brooklyn you left me singing tunes
My freshman undergraduate love
Caribbean princess
Torn was my safety net
I fell into you like a saxophones bliss
You strummed every note I needed to hear with heavenly strokes
I played my Bronx violin to your tune
Strum strum strum
Halted my musical journey
Eternal pause
5am missing you Brooklyn
Tears that nursed me into the deep rem sleep
My only escape became internal
I lost a smile galaxies wide
Felt like all fallacies when I chased my memory for that smile that became marble minuscule
Crooning your memory Brooklyn
My old jazz fashioned blue
Fading to black
Addicted and substance abusing the high of you
Veins filled... You were the life in me
Harmonica and cello tunes
My Melancholy genre
Pulling ... Sanity return from my toxic addiction.
I'm lost in the wrong borough
*open subway map app*
I
AM
...
Blues-ing for Brooklyn
Wednesday, July 4, 2012
Off the brim
Let me write books with you a million words compressed into the perfect stories-- the privilege to tell your story-- I see right through those dimples, that sexy grabbing smile, that sexy patriotic gear; I see it all. All of it a million stories told right into fantasized beginnings and fantasized endings. Air plane getaways.
Escaping away into you past trees. Leaves flutter...; your enchantment provokes stutters. Let's write and tell these stories With a million words
A million words couldn't tell a story of the depth of beauty... I mean beauty, love, and sex have so many definitions to define you would limit YOU and there are no limitations; no gravity holding it back just the courage needed for exploring.... Invade!
Invading down to your sensitivity even nipple rings couldn't match the sensation. A joint wrapped. A joint wrapped. Fat perfect joints wrapped high off your naturally low lids. To sit on your lips... tear drops. I want to hear their tale. To sit on lips I want to hear you tell a million words.
Let's encrypt some novels right into books a million
A million touches...
No failure on insisting
Insistently suppressed solemn silent calls for deliverance
Shorty you're so free from abandoned lost
You ever tripped on some kryptonite... Tonight to trip on friendships that are forever holding you through those quiet distilled solemn moments. Momentum is building and the growth substantiating ... Millions of words playing kaleidoscope pastings in my mind. Let's script
Pretentious nevers. Kept up like bold beautiful furnishings the untouchable cabinets. Bull nose rings no bull it's just pure authenticity... Tip toeing along tattoo memories every recollection.
I can dot dot dot
And write write write
Be a book in a million
The untold story
Brown skin peace angel
Arm full of candy placed decorations
We'll continue countless words
Each glance and notion
Black polished
The perfect story to be shelved written within history's monuments
Laughs of eternity
...
Mo... Mom named me
This is for Mo
Escaping away into you past trees. Leaves flutter...; your enchantment provokes stutters. Let's write and tell these stories With a million words
A million words couldn't tell a story of the depth of beauty... I mean beauty, love, and sex have so many definitions to define you would limit YOU and there are no limitations; no gravity holding it back just the courage needed for exploring.... Invade!
Invading down to your sensitivity even nipple rings couldn't match the sensation. A joint wrapped. A joint wrapped. Fat perfect joints wrapped high off your naturally low lids. To sit on your lips... tear drops. I want to hear their tale. To sit on lips I want to hear you tell a million words.
Let's encrypt some novels right into books a million
A million touches...
No failure on insisting
Insistently suppressed solemn silent calls for deliverance
Shorty you're so free from abandoned lost
You ever tripped on some kryptonite... Tonight to trip on friendships that are forever holding you through those quiet distilled solemn moments. Momentum is building and the growth substantiating ... Millions of words playing kaleidoscope pastings in my mind. Let's script
Pretentious nevers. Kept up like bold beautiful furnishings the untouchable cabinets. Bull nose rings no bull it's just pure authenticity... Tip toeing along tattoo memories every recollection.
I can dot dot dot
And write write write
Be a book in a million
The untold story
Brown skin peace angel
Arm full of candy placed decorations
We'll continue countless words
Each glance and notion
Black polished
The perfect story to be shelved written within history's monuments
Laughs of eternity
...
Mo... Mom named me
This is for Mo
Monday, July 2, 2012
Brown Skin Me
written with Fatima and Nene
Brown Skin Me
see we are brown skin
but dark skinned me i have flavor for days. call me misses savory taste. My skin is the entrance to undeniable depths of history. Dark skinned me is the chocolate perfection of undeniable beauty
Undeniable beauty and sweetness dark skin misses. Developed of chocolate kisses historical slave masters misses. This chocolate skin. Ranging on a beautiful color spectrum. Intellectually delicious. We are more than our curves.
Brown skin me, conceived from punishment when slaves misbehaved in the field, the caucasian god, lusted upon for my attitude, my body, my mouth; they think the skin is me, brown as honey roasted molasses. Dipped in rays of the sun; brown skin me unacknowledged for my intellect, my goals, my ambition, wanted for the rhythmic repetition in my hips, so many forms so many shades, all one in the same. See my brown skin me could be anything I want to be, the mother of your child, the supportive wife, business woman, caretaker, love maker. Brown skin me, fashion enthusiast, rock and roll, against the mold... my brown skin me you could never put in a mold. with a power between my thighs only brown skin me could possess. A secret which the world becomes obsessed
Whether brown skin me or dark skin me, the wrath of mother earth through our one blackness is forever linked.
Sexually depicted in many forms...
Many times the light skin dark skin brown skin me is sexualized, compared, dehumanized, and robbed of all precious stones our skin is composed of... how can pigment determine the value; appraised we are enslaved ever so often to self conscious behavior robbing us of our worth; blaming confusion handed down and fed to us on brilliant shitty spoons... nothing golden; robbed...robbed! robbed!!!
appraised by the "master" learning to say "out of the night that covers us black as a pit from pole to pole. We thank whatever God's may be for our unconquerable soul..."
Dark skin analogies create negative cognations for my skin. Making dark skin women start to question if being dark was ever In. Paper bag testing, lessening our value. We went from empresses to masters mistress now to first lady. I used to wish upon a star, prayed I'd find a genie Just so skin color couldn't define me. I've marched along kings, redefined what a lady should be. But I'm still afraid many of us are still trapped in the light is right mentality. I'm not fond of historic precedent only dictating our demise. Sweet, smooth skin, more than milk chocolate we are the gods ambrosia. We are deeper than our pasts. We are dark skinned women. Deep souled women. The back of this country while lying on our backs never to fall out of place. We've fought for our place amongst the stars. A seat next to Gods throne we are the unsung heroes of freedom we are more than these moments.
Because we are all Brown Skin Me... beyond the light shades dark shades charcoal references, anything but angelic (the definition of white)... I am BROWN SKIN ME
Brown skin me is full of flavor for days... my skin is the undeniable entrance to depths of history. Ranging on a beautiful color spectrum... Whether brown skin me or dark skin me, the wrath of mother earth through our one blackness is forever linked
Taking proud ownership of Brown Skin Me!
Brown Skin Me
see we are brown skin
but dark skinned me i have flavor for days. call me misses savory taste. My skin is the entrance to undeniable depths of history. Dark skinned me is the chocolate perfection of undeniable beauty
Undeniable beauty and sweetness dark skin misses. Developed of chocolate kisses historical slave masters misses. This chocolate skin. Ranging on a beautiful color spectrum. Intellectually delicious. We are more than our curves.
Brown skin me, conceived from punishment when slaves misbehaved in the field, the caucasian god, lusted upon for my attitude, my body, my mouth; they think the skin is me, brown as honey roasted molasses. Dipped in rays of the sun; brown skin me unacknowledged for my intellect, my goals, my ambition, wanted for the rhythmic repetition in my hips, so many forms so many shades, all one in the same. See my brown skin me could be anything I want to be, the mother of your child, the supportive wife, business woman, caretaker, love maker. Brown skin me, fashion enthusiast, rock and roll, against the mold... my brown skin me you could never put in a mold. with a power between my thighs only brown skin me could possess. A secret which the world becomes obsessed
Whether brown skin me or dark skin me, the wrath of mother earth through our one blackness is forever linked.
Sexually depicted in many forms...
Many times the light skin dark skin brown skin me is sexualized, compared, dehumanized, and robbed of all precious stones our skin is composed of... how can pigment determine the value; appraised we are enslaved ever so often to self conscious behavior robbing us of our worth; blaming confusion handed down and fed to us on brilliant shitty spoons... nothing golden; robbed...robbed! robbed!!!
appraised by the "master" learning to say "out of the night that covers us black as a pit from pole to pole. We thank whatever God's may be for our unconquerable soul..."
Dark skin analogies create negative cognations for my skin. Making dark skin women start to question if being dark was ever In. Paper bag testing, lessening our value. We went from empresses to masters mistress now to first lady. I used to wish upon a star, prayed I'd find a genie Just so skin color couldn't define me. I've marched along kings, redefined what a lady should be. But I'm still afraid many of us are still trapped in the light is right mentality. I'm not fond of historic precedent only dictating our demise. Sweet, smooth skin, more than milk chocolate we are the gods ambrosia. We are deeper than our pasts. We are dark skinned women. Deep souled women. The back of this country while lying on our backs never to fall out of place. We've fought for our place amongst the stars. A seat next to Gods throne we are the unsung heroes of freedom we are more than these moments.
Because we are all Brown Skin Me... beyond the light shades dark shades charcoal references, anything but angelic (the definition of white)... I am BROWN SKIN ME
Brown skin me is full of flavor for days... my skin is the undeniable entrance to depths of history. Ranging on a beautiful color spectrum... Whether brown skin me or dark skin me, the wrath of mother earth through our one blackness is forever linked
Taking proud ownership of Brown Skin Me!
Eccentric Exploration
written with NeNe...
Enchanted by the unfamiliar step of brown sugar. In-depth glances at the flesh of homo sapiens; our descent. With the familiar chant of I'm the blues in your left thigh trying to be the funk in your right. Intertwine & dance on each musical note in the darkness of forbidden memories of what could have been in the music. She moves like water, flowing, dancing through the room with this grace I'd love to embrace, explore. I wanted to whisper I'd take you on this floor, eat you, grind into you with the rhythm of my phalanges. I need to explore that secret between your legs...I wont tell a soul...just tuck that secret in canals for me to revisit for only a time of remembrance. With the familiar chant of I'm the blues in your left thigh trying to be the funk in your right. Where blues & funk meet is where I'll be. I'll lick blues, nibble funk and eat hungrily between. Words cant be spoken. So ill let my poem speak where blues & funk meet
In the still of the darkness...hormones raging, liquid candy emerging. don't jeopardize my orgasm. With the flicker of a wet mass of taste buds against a sweet, sticky mound of nerves. Subsided, generic, pre consumed notions of pleasure. don't jeopardize my orgasm. Breathing your scent, after your cum like a blood thirsty immortal being. The expression, the sounds pulling my body into a trance. I'll explore wherever and whatever you want to explore. I'll creep into your dreams (wet dreams) make your body pulsate grind the air yearning for me when I'm not there don't jeopardize my orgasm. soft brown skin of ancient molasses, taste of pure cane sugar, waiting on my knees after a long day of work. The tip of your head to the soles of your feet I'll remind you the greatness you must feel to be a woman, with extra effort for you have bared a child, your mind of experience and your body of gods gift. don't jeopardize my orgasm.
Don't jeopardize your orgasm... I'm replaying that initial quest before approaches led to exchanges and exchanges led to similarities and similarities led to come see and come see me can only lead to what we have alluded in all our previous dialogues.
Hence: So you saw me I saw you. I bent you over in my mind the club evaded from the physical I took in all your physical then I turned to respect the woman you are. I peeked back
I looked back
You were surrounded so I eased in place for the temporary break that would allow me to say ... Maybe the right thing
why do you look so bored
I saw the conversation we could have before lips gave their utterance I took a chance and well... You answered back
Did I sexualize you... Well yes it's a club. Did you sexualize me; shit I'm so damn sure and a number exchange led the rest
I'm not here to jeopardize your orgasm. we'll dance on words and word play with tongumanship never displayed taking each other to destinations of orgasmic jetways; perfect take offs and smooth landings, you'll write about me forever in your memory... brain overloaded from an overload of brain... insane oral and expressive vocals you'll be sure to scream for me and i'll be sure to squirm for you...
i wont jeopardize your orgasm as we have been tantalized by the unfamiliar enchanted steps we each take with the purest and most authentic brown sugar... a sexy experience to love and make you hate me with each moan.
Baby you have orgasmed.
Enchanted by the unfamiliar step of brown sugar. In-depth glances at the flesh of homo sapiens; our descent. With the familiar chant of I'm the blues in your left thigh trying to be the funk in your right. Intertwine & dance on each musical note in the darkness of forbidden memories of what could have been in the music. She moves like water, flowing, dancing through the room with this grace I'd love to embrace, explore. I wanted to whisper I'd take you on this floor, eat you, grind into you with the rhythm of my phalanges. I need to explore that secret between your legs...I wont tell a soul...just tuck that secret in canals for me to revisit for only a time of remembrance. With the familiar chant of I'm the blues in your left thigh trying to be the funk in your right. Where blues & funk meet is where I'll be. I'll lick blues, nibble funk and eat hungrily between. Words cant be spoken. So ill let my poem speak where blues & funk meet
In the still of the darkness...hormones raging, liquid candy emerging. don't jeopardize my orgasm. With the flicker of a wet mass of taste buds against a sweet, sticky mound of nerves. Subsided, generic, pre consumed notions of pleasure. don't jeopardize my orgasm. Breathing your scent, after your cum like a blood thirsty immortal being. The expression, the sounds pulling my body into a trance. I'll explore wherever and whatever you want to explore. I'll creep into your dreams (wet dreams) make your body pulsate grind the air yearning for me when I'm not there don't jeopardize my orgasm. soft brown skin of ancient molasses, taste of pure cane sugar, waiting on my knees after a long day of work. The tip of your head to the soles of your feet I'll remind you the greatness you must feel to be a woman, with extra effort for you have bared a child, your mind of experience and your body of gods gift. don't jeopardize my orgasm.
Don't jeopardize your orgasm... I'm replaying that initial quest before approaches led to exchanges and exchanges led to similarities and similarities led to come see and come see me can only lead to what we have alluded in all our previous dialogues.
Hence: So you saw me I saw you. I bent you over in my mind the club evaded from the physical I took in all your physical then I turned to respect the woman you are. I peeked back
I looked back
You were surrounded so I eased in place for the temporary break that would allow me to say ... Maybe the right thing
why do you look so bored
I saw the conversation we could have before lips gave their utterance I took a chance and well... You answered back
Did I sexualize you... Well yes it's a club. Did you sexualize me; shit I'm so damn sure and a number exchange led the rest
I'm not here to jeopardize your orgasm. we'll dance on words and word play with tongumanship never displayed taking each other to destinations of orgasmic jetways; perfect take offs and smooth landings, you'll write about me forever in your memory... brain overloaded from an overload of brain... insane oral and expressive vocals you'll be sure to scream for me and i'll be sure to squirm for you...
i wont jeopardize your orgasm as we have been tantalized by the unfamiliar enchanted steps we each take with the purest and most authentic brown sugar... a sexy experience to love and make you hate me with each moan.
Baby you have orgasmed.
Saturday, June 23, 2012
In Too Deep (p.s. I can't swim)
thinking about you
rummaging these memories... suitcase packed a six week travel approaching
memories packed in-- stuffed up -- sinus pressure building up
do i get some space from reliving all of this?
lets make some loft music
the harmony of our memory is drunkenly tripping me; tumbling in our ring of UFC fought love rounds
your desire for me is no match for the desire of my keys... my electronic notepad
i'm blogging my in too deep
i was in too deep
you went in too deep
i slept in too deep
cuddled up in the deep
of you
deeply engaged no engagements promised
deeply engaged into infatuations distractions
deeply engaged in your erotic humming
Deeply engaged in vagina eating
the Weekend sings
*sings loft music*
a lover with no replica
bagging a keeper
full
low cost, low maintenance, priceless connection
the finest seashell collection has nothing against us
my biggest possibility; yet to be fully explored
taste my admiration and anxiety... impatient to have you
i've waited beyond patiently
lenient, indulgent, accommodating your passive aggressive & possessive behavior
you had me
sadly... i've spoken in past tense
to have me as you've expressed with the deepest inclination
sex slaving
Only for you
???!??
i'm in too deep
thinking about you
rummaging through these memories
all carolina hot in the pants to be your daily delicacy
your eyes say i'm fine fine... like all old school flavorful fly
aaliyah tomboy stage fly
Prior to being predisposed to the harm of our new generations media source
old school flavorful fly
Word up magazine old school flavorful fly
Blow pop lollipops and cherry gumdrops old school flavorful fly
I was your vast definition of fly
Beauty queened in a world of checkers and chess... A match we could replay over and over again
Still a mere draw as your equal...
i'm in too deep
thinking about you
and deeply engaged
I could easily be engaged to you
I once hoped!
rummaging these memories... suitcase packed a six week travel approaching
memories packed in-- stuffed up -- sinus pressure building up
do i get some space from reliving all of this?
lets make some loft music
the harmony of our memory is drunkenly tripping me; tumbling in our ring of UFC fought love rounds
your desire for me is no match for the desire of my keys... my electronic notepad
i'm blogging my in too deep
i was in too deep
you went in too deep
i slept in too deep
cuddled up in the deep
of you
deeply engaged no engagements promised
deeply engaged into infatuations distractions
deeply engaged in your erotic humming
Deeply engaged in vagina eating
the Weekend sings
*sings loft music*
a lover with no replica
bagging a keeper
full
low cost, low maintenance, priceless connection
the finest seashell collection has nothing against us
my biggest possibility; yet to be fully explored
taste my admiration and anxiety... impatient to have you
i've waited beyond patiently
lenient, indulgent, accommodating your passive aggressive & possessive behavior
you had me
sadly... i've spoken in past tense
to have me as you've expressed with the deepest inclination
sex slaving
Only for you
???!??
i'm in too deep
thinking about you
rummaging through these memories
all carolina hot in the pants to be your daily delicacy
your eyes say i'm fine fine... like all old school flavorful fly
aaliyah tomboy stage fly
Prior to being predisposed to the harm of our new generations media source
old school flavorful fly
Word up magazine old school flavorful fly
Blow pop lollipops and cherry gumdrops old school flavorful fly
I was your vast definition of fly
Beauty queened in a world of checkers and chess... A match we could replay over and over again
Still a mere draw as your equal...
i'm in too deep
thinking about you
and deeply engaged
I could easily be engaged to you
I once hoped!
Friday, June 22, 2012
Just for Fun
written with Nene
June 21 2012
abolish my fear, i submit to thee. devour every distant memory, i submit to thee, sink into my thoughts corrupt my mind, i submit to thee. lying here naked & empty i submit to thee. as the tip of the wet membrane tickles my skin, i submit to thee. engulfed in the forbidden flame of futuristic remains, I submit to thee. as your punani gracefully makes her presence known with every drop of candy in my mouth, i submit to thee... blanketed by sexual pleasure at its peak, i devour you from your head to your feet, i submit to thee, as the fields in sri lanka deserted & free, i submit to thee. i wander through my palace my queen, exploring your nook in the crevice of your walls, i submit to thee. as you squirt a shower of appreciation all in my mouth, i submit to thee.
Shower of appreciation all in my mouth you're all in my mouth with your remnants dancing that rhythmic killer dancehall grind on my tonsils. Catching the ill dub from whats left of you; you submitted to me and left me knowing perfections taste.
She's nice but i can see right through it. i saw those phat assssss... Hips across the room teasing me for the nights events... Eyes whispered and said take it. i whispered hello. oh the ease of it made sure she'd succumb to me. Instead i succumbed to her. Bottoming is easy for me and i filthily explored her like a blocked writers mind. Erasers sketched across pads. We went to her pad. i made sure she had on no pad. Approaching from the back my attack...
Creeping through my insides imprinting the memory of fadeless events, transparent lust aching to surrender to my need for the taste, the mouthwatering, addictive, delectable treasure that lies between your thighs, the thick, brown, mounds of flesh god created for me
June 21 2012
abolish my fear, i submit to thee. devour every distant memory, i submit to thee, sink into my thoughts corrupt my mind, i submit to thee. lying here naked & empty i submit to thee. as the tip of the wet membrane tickles my skin, i submit to thee. engulfed in the forbidden flame of futuristic remains, I submit to thee. as your punani gracefully makes her presence known with every drop of candy in my mouth, i submit to thee... blanketed by sexual pleasure at its peak, i devour you from your head to your feet, i submit to thee, as the fields in sri lanka deserted & free, i submit to thee. i wander through my palace my queen, exploring your nook in the crevice of your walls, i submit to thee. as you squirt a shower of appreciation all in my mouth, i submit to thee.
Shower of appreciation all in my mouth you're all in my mouth with your remnants dancing that rhythmic killer dancehall grind on my tonsils. Catching the ill dub from whats left of you; you submitted to me and left me knowing perfections taste.
She's nice but i can see right through it. i saw those phat assssss... Hips across the room teasing me for the nights events... Eyes whispered and said take it. i whispered hello. oh the ease of it made sure she'd succumb to me. Instead i succumbed to her. Bottoming is easy for me and i filthily explored her like a blocked writers mind. Erasers sketched across pads. We went to her pad. i made sure she had on no pad. Approaching from the back my attack...
Creeping through my insides imprinting the memory of fadeless events, transparent lust aching to surrender to my need for the taste, the mouthwatering, addictive, delectable treasure that lies between your thighs, the thick, brown, mounds of flesh god created for me
Humbly Suave
Humbly Suave
January 12, 2004
My dream robs me of the opportunity to truly be your queen. Its my prerogative to substantiate my position with you. I know you've been sung lullabies. Thats the way I feel when your voice cradles me at night. I'm pretty egotistical, but I'm tired of being logical. I want to escape understanding and swim in your melody like the open blue. I want to float into your heaven, lay down in your cushioned soul, and experience you. The challenge of a new experience that escapes intuition is my reason to be so daring in your all. I want to sleep to the sounds of waterfalls and be the mockingbird that sings you into peace. (The chance of stepping inside of our subconscious is the desire many year for to fortify the aspiration of love like the perfection of truth). You and me are beyond the meant to be, in fact we are the supposed to be, so come and step to me, and be the glory.
Deniele- "my inquisitive possession that comes in the size of my heart and mind is what keeps my butterflies in my garden"
January 12, 2004
My dream robs me of the opportunity to truly be your queen. Its my prerogative to substantiate my position with you. I know you've been sung lullabies. Thats the way I feel when your voice cradles me at night. I'm pretty egotistical, but I'm tired of being logical. I want to escape understanding and swim in your melody like the open blue. I want to float into your heaven, lay down in your cushioned soul, and experience you. The challenge of a new experience that escapes intuition is my reason to be so daring in your all. I want to sleep to the sounds of waterfalls and be the mockingbird that sings you into peace. (The chance of stepping inside of our subconscious is the desire many year for to fortify the aspiration of love like the perfection of truth). You and me are beyond the meant to be, in fact we are the supposed to be, so come and step to me, and be the glory.
Deniele- "my inquisitive possession that comes in the size of my heart and mind is what keeps my butterflies in my garden"
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