gambling man

and already she knows me better than you. but we're fire and dance around these circles we create without a fucking clue. doing whatever the fuck it is you want to do, like a man thinking through his women then out the window he flew. what do you feel like today? a lazy weekend and no one willing to play but i often complain and you're a dry cascade with uterus walls that scream about shit MAKING ME FEEL SMALL. then it seems, as the fire grows wilder, that you are always lurking my mind up in your dreams. manly shit, you've got the mean reds and hunger pains, giving you ample room to bask in it.... shake your ass to it... run some cash for it.... putting people last then it's out the door as she yells for more, calling you back because you play true. brown petite and loyal. 
how we got so spoiled? 
then tossed in the trash with all the Other royals. that shit is soon dumped because even i don't want that old thing.  that shit is thrown in a box marked "THINGS EYE SING..." really SANG but I'm lethargic and my mind is drained. eyyyeee.... love you like my hair that's coiled. brown petite and loyal.
how we got so spoiled?

bass drum

giving up, and letting the time go. i love her, however he said it so please surrender your lovely words. speech trapped in your mind and acting out the verbs. they told me love has potential to be a noun and a verb... granted, they did eat a lb. of shrooms, and wasn't sure if anyone heard.


words. 


words have been easily twisted, i love her again wishing telepathy still existed. giving you pieces of me through ink and technology have me going ballistic. i hope you find that letter i left in your old house. sitting here without a spouse, living in doubt with secrets about broken hearts and poisoned darts i used from a distance on my fellah. and i couldn't help acting as your rain and umbrella. beating hearts bright as candela, it feels so good next to silent cries. i dream of times when you were mine...tonight.

hair so defiant

she's got bigger tofu to fry, with no one but herself in mind. selfless? no, she is a different kind. in due time her phone stops ringing, so while alone it's okay to start singing. a voice so sublime. gravity is love, while mediocrity sits above and bubbles in her bowels then she is devoid of ...time. you've got a minute to climb. but stop pulling down on her! she's shuffling, and eye'm honestly trying to concur. my back aches GET THE FUCK OFF. eye know you're soft, and *cough*cough* BITCH YOU LOST. we've been at this point far too long. just let out the exhaust, and change the fucking song. you don't belong; this occurred to you first then me. nubians hair defies gravity.

esolc os

YLLUFEPOH, YOU'VE CHANGED YOUR DIET AND EMBRACED YOUR ...YOU. PLEASE SUSTAIN YOUR FLESHY SUIT, AND LEAVE IT ON QUEUE. TRUST ME... OR NOT BUT I UNDERSTAND YOU'RE THROUGH. I WILL ACCEPT YOUR PATH AND WHATEVER YOU CHOOSE.

This is not for the weak heart. Shits happening because we have been apart. It is about time we grow and let our minds reap what we've known but misplaced. We're such a disgrace, the way we fell from grace, and back again. I commend you, we are lovers then friends. Crystal gems, eye still love you, since it all depends. Indeed, we had a rocky climax but that all ends.

you thought it was retreat

:P

it's not important two turtle doves... your memory was so potent, you forgot what it was. your psyche tells you, this is war. shit, i'm glad we hardly talk anymore. running around in circles trying to explore, but there's trash everywhere and i'm growing bored slightly tired. would these lines of coke help? now i'm wired. please take a seat. long overdue to compete, baby i understand you need to release just take a seat.

do you mean it? are my thoughts really incomplete like someone deleted. speaking is such a chore. no need to be vain, but am i still someone you adore? it's never the same. you'll never find me. though, some of me remain.

b r o o k l y n y c

tiny frame, big name.

we are light beings, roaming this county of kings. things have become extremely chaotic. can't you tell by the screams? no one smiles, no more looking to the skies. hell exists on earth and you can see it in my eyes. i guess you can say i'm the prototype, of some gargantuan disaster from your mind......

but, i want to smile again. and have the rain touch the base of my crown and then...forgive me.

home is where the love is, is where the love is, is the love is.... and eye feel so empty.

i have shit to do man. so many to screw; then nail and erase all the lies you drew. i can make you sweet, destroy the sour reconstruct and not give any fucks because i gave you power.

I MADE YOU BUCK WILD!!

nothing holier than cake

look at what you've created mom.

this disaster hard center, built so frail. waiting for weeks because you only respond through snail mail. fuck you!

my chest is filled with red lights, and moments of meekness.i can live through it.

cursing your names and saying you blew it. though it may seem facetious.

she loves titles, wanted me to call her GAWD like some fucking priestess.

when you returned, she made you wait. it was hard so you found some downers, a quick escape.

one day she'll tell you why. smile, then kiss you and answer all your questions with lies.

she is heartbreak, the truth, a liar, and filled with youth. so wise.

promiscuous Badu's

you afrocentric chicks are the worst. your status reflects how much people have invested in you and I can see you are tired. beating and bashing me is all you've been doing. my life is boiling inside you, brewing. it's so loud in here... can't you hear? these Badu's are all over, with their sexy dreads, afros, and my buffalo clover. i'm satisfied, and content which is not good enough. i hoped you would call back... i called your bluff. meditation's the way and queens always sing sing "your love is king." my deepest dearest love was executed, argument is invalid you are undisputed. silent heartbreak, it's not foreign. so sorry i kindof let you back in, my life was so BORIN. Disasters fade like black pigment to grey, besides…….who said love was perfect anyway.

i got comfortable.

my issue is feeling as if nothing belongs to me. i begin with an explanation, others with a question. oh, and i can't make it. i'm sorry, i just can't make it. these explanations are always have filled with tequila and promises i keep half the time. daily evolution causes more seclusion. people are no longer in your equation, your math problem is incorrect and i am here creating the biggest effect. it just dawned on you how shitty things have been. how your lover is now a has been, and you see that. no one ever heard the screams. but it tries to tell you every night in your dreams. you've been warned. in and out of relationships and you're still after that thing you had. silence and meditation are what i yearn, but this comfortable state we've been trapped in makes that hard, and it burns. this lit flame needs more oxygen... amaretta makes her feel betta.

the red pill

ha. i have some good news for people who love bad news. it's time :) and i say this with a smile because i want it to be understood how much you mean to me right now. i want it to be understood how much of a headache i get when trying to express shit that is virtually impossible to fit into words, god knows there aren't enough words, these expressions should be transferred. we are out of control. it is my main priori to introduce the life of ultimate plesaure, it is my plesaure. fuck all you thought you knew... children of the matrix i need you to close your eyes and open your penile gland. see without sight. i need you to see without sight. although i might sound grumpy and my plan is incomplete but would you rather the bleu pill? you niggerstock need reevaulating. turn off everything and lose your ego.