Dazed

So presently, I am inspired by these illicit dots…consequently reciprocating explicit knots, in the bed of my stomach, caused by whats up on top, in the head of some summin’ clocks, threatening to stop, if you read the little something that i left by the spot. you’ve come across a ticking time bomb, ready to pop. you coming now, with shit thats seen in an empty lot, I watch you stop and watch you fade into the dark, in which you have made eye contact, I’ve watched you wave a million times again, to see what i would say, i said….if i am sitting here and we go our seperate ways, we’re done. robust ground bean in my body, pour some sugar in whatever they need…its just a phase, call it a day…what a night, call it a night..afraid of my light, afraid of my site, well im afraid of your impeccable spite. I run so far from where you reside, as i recite the memories of love and life

My Love is Going to Haunt You

I promise I'll make it feel good. If and only if, you piss me off, I'll make it hurt a little bit. Other wise, it will be an open minded twist..a different feeling, a kind of healing.. Its going to feel high and soft. Though sometimes, the feeling will be rough, and sticky - that part will last all throughout the nightfall till the rise of the sun above the horizon.. You will crave to stay in bed, aside to me and kiss me the way I like. when you leave to handle business and make that flow, the moment you return, you won't want to go - you’ll see how worth your time it was. I promise to make it dreamlike - the most magical, pleasing dream it'll be. so electrifying you're never going to want to awake. When and if I am ever displeased, keep in mind I still want you to hold me..clinch me, grip me..don't ever release me. It's your touch that makes me drip.

this right here will make your dick pop and your eyes drop.

but your heart will feel full and satisfied and your insides will feel right from all the butterflies..

You see, it's real. My love; it feels - Sending you my dear precious..repetitious, subconscious, telepathic, subliminal messages. My love is going to haunt you. Can you feel it yet?

The Graphic Dream

A dream..or fantasy, I'll always remember, never forget. As the days go on the dreams actually keep on, keeping on. Getting more vivid as the days surpass. This dream, well...here it is.
It was a cool, breezy Spring night. The moon was full and beautiful - orange, directly in front of us reflecting off the river water.
We were somewhere dark but the moonlight and star shine was just right, perfect temperature. I, wearing a sexy bathing suit, I'd never seen it before - shaped my body beautifully, accentuating all the curves of the goddess looking body he tells me I have....he slowly thrusted his fingers in me - hard and slow... Me - soaked and wet inside, allowing him to easily slide in, finger fucking me perfectly. Gently removing my top, slowly licking my neck, rubbing my nipples as they explode out and his tongue reaches for em cause he can't handle it. Carrying me out of the water, fingers still in me, playing with my clitoris..till he noticed me going crazy, far from stopping - only beginning.. Feeling my pussy pulsating in his hands, body language screaming "take me now" - laid me on the ground..spreading my limbs cross continents. & then, he did some funny yumminess with the warmth of his tongue. Pulling this ice bucket from no where..now applying cold and warmth..making me arch and moan, losing control - he; looking up at me, watching me get off, cause it gets him off. Grabbing my ass and thighs - then BOOM; thrusted his powerful penis inside the moisture of my vagina. In and out, out and in. Slow and fast - from the back and the front - side to side - legs up and down - me on top - him on top - standing up - in the water - on the ground - in the tent - all night - all morning. It...was magical. Intense. & real. "Dream on. Dream until your dreams come true"

Singing like Opera

Listen, I met this guy and I mean, I dont just get down like that but, we were compatible and together, for a while and well, you know..things didnt work out but, I cant even be mad with him cause, well, we had some moments...like...well, I'll explain...

We wrote fairy tales, on how we'd wed and live in castles..our last names together made sand castles.
We were tight like Hansel and Gretel..
Said we'd grow old and settle and always stay together.

Even had our own marry day,
and we'd love like that
like, everyday, like in... every way.
We may, cuddle tight and let the love bite. We could, share some soul..
Pick up the droll to roll and toke..and just, lose control.

Let me take it and play and I'll let you break it without pay. Don't forget we could, get high off each other and serve the time for it.
through the valley of the night and back for more profit.
Into the morning, can't crack the dawn.. Or the habit. I want it.

So, you see, he has me feinding; I'm needing some more of it..the thoughts have me grinning, like it's money that we're winning.
No way.. is this ending?
'Cause you have me feeling purer than the jewels.
I'll crown you king of this throne & I'll be your queen, as we rule. If you can take me home we can have it our way..like the salt on the fries..
It doesn't have to be tonight. How's about, early morning, I'm talking AM - beat the dawn and watch it rise, Or just chill through barriers of time.

This shit's intense, a kinda.. [Incomprehensible] offense.

'Cause he moved me.
Therefore I broke my role and I got freaky with it.
I ain't gonna lie, I even felt the universe move..
Yo, it feels so good..he brought these tears to my eyes, I was like..
Now, was that supposed to happen?
All that foot tappin' voice breakin' hearts shakin' ..
Now I'm carving Kamasutra diagrams, in the headboard, while I'm craving HIS, headboard.

I dived in like he meant survival, like he was needed H2O for MY survival, as if he could make the trees grow and the clouds spit snow...
He laid massive kisses on my chest, like his name was Zorro..
Had me saying, "Hell No" when he said he had to go..yo, I was hiding his clothes
& play wrestlin like children. We were clashing our Titans, till weight, we were losing.

I had Common, Roots and Erykah Badu albums on repeat - we were knockin' boots to, hip hop beats..
I even reached my maximum climax in my sleep, with the dreams of him, so sweet .

Yo...he had me...had me like..he had me singing like Opera.

Miss You

It's not even me who misses you...it's my body parts that do.

Everything changes, to remain the same

I don't know what to feel. There's no control. I get wet by the thought of his warm touch to take toll. I don't want the relationship back, but a sexual one is desired, in it's entirety. He wants it too. Ask and he shall receive. All I want is him inside of me. I can already foresee it and it appears to be lovely. The sexual identity of this notion motions through my relaxed mind..slowly trailing, picturing his cock landing on the dock. His home. Where it belongs. Where it feels warm. I already know. He feels the same, all he has to do is say yes and undress. I can do the rest and still pass the test.. Sending no text once we've departed the scene. Living in the moment and drowning myself in it...actually, he was drowning in the pouring of my rain drops. Enough of that..I'll get it back. We get what we desire with the attraction of our thoughts.

Nostalgic.

I miss days when we had playgrounds and lunch boxes…when we stole crayons, not hearts..when we broke pencils, not rules. When time wasn’t an issue and money wasn’t everything. When I didn’t know what internal pain was, only physical, from playing rough. When family and friends is all I cared for and love was always everything but being in love wasn’t part of the fraction. I miss days but I love my each and every breathing day.

SMH

you may need to find yourself.
you change with every relationship you hop in to.
do you even have your own identity?
it's funny because I used to know you.
we used to be the closest of friends.
but you lost yourself along the way.
What I suggest to you, is forget jumping from relationship to relationship
because you're scared of being alone.
get into a relationship with yourself, see how it goes.
it may just work to your advantage.
a relationship isn't all thats out there ...
and to my knowledge, viewing as an outsider...
you are completely lost in your relationships.
you went from jordans, to hipster glasses.
foretting chances of getting to know yourself..
not to mention, you have no friendships.
your only friendship IS..your relationship.
Now, its a sad situation cause this deserves a confrontation
cause I once believed to be your best friend,
but you're just not the same.
Can't even say, I'd want to be your friend and mend this hole we have within.
cause I don't even care to be friends.
thats the end.
its been here long before I knew you were lost within. 
It's a shame cause you think everyone else is the problem.
you thought that 3 years ago, and you still think it now.
wake up and smell the daisies miss...
the problem isn't everyone around you...the problem IS you.
stay alone and stay in love.
at the end of it all, you will see the bigger picture.
unfortunate for you, you'll be to late my dear.

Respect where it's Earned...

In a world where we are all being warped and hypnotized by iphones and laptops…internets versus books…technology is taking a hold of life and the male species is losing touch with their gentleman sight…Money isn’t everything…A true gentleman shows respect…your mother is a lady and your sister is a lady…so you, must show respect where respect is earned…and I, can guarantee 95.9% of the women acheive….and they’re respectable ladies at that…therefore, there’s a way..for you men, to become men…put your man pants on.


ask a lady for permission to steal a kiss…dont just snatch it like it isn’t hers to begin with..she may be surprised with the fact that you’re different, finds it very sexy and attractive and she..will be attracted to you in more than 10 different ways. instead…texting her out on a date, texting her later to thank her…then maybe, never texting again…Easy way in and easy way out…be flat out, true. If you don’t like a lady, simply let her know. Believe it or not, the truth speaking is better than being left hanging.


the Female species has evolved in mankind…no longer trained to speak softly and carry lip stick…stronger ladies holding their own..this isn’t the 1920’s. We’re not wearing red lipstick and smiling while were washing your dishes… We’re wearing red lipstick, letting you know, “you cant fuck with me”. A bad bitch…is a bad bitch and were quite independent…buying our own drinks, declining the money, your flaunting.
Show me some dance moves. Respect at the dinner table. Give me the eye to eye contact, Im entitled.


we’re kickin’ it… Must you update your facebook status? or text message a friend, at the current moment? It’s only been 10 minutes, and already your pulling ya phone out.
same cliche comes into play…give respect wheres its earned. and if theres a lady respecting you…respect her too…unless she’s being rude, then by all means, do what you do.
but im telling y’all…learn how to behave in front of a lady and most importantly…how she should be treated.


we ladies, like gentlemen. They’re rare out there, so the feeling is swell and reviving, when coming in contact with one.
I know not all women, deserve the respect we should be given. Those malicious, rude bitches. but a woman, is a woman…. and we are from venus, so its not always clear that we will always be understanding.
everyone is…unpredictable…females and males.


I’m writing this…in an attempt to reach out to you men in hopes that you will not only be men…but become the gentlemen you were taught to be…hold a door open for a lady…I’m sure she’d do it for you… after all, it is the 21st century.
women fuck, just to fuck. So…don’t always think your the smarter part of the two…cause who would be playing who?


walking to the car? … open her door for her, then walk to yours. If your door is locked, she will lean in and open it for you.
There’s a time and place for technology…so when in good company…keep your eyes on the prize…no one wants to talk to the top of your scalp…keep your phones in your pockets…I already stressed this..but I wanna make it clear how obnoxious and rude it is…stay sincere…no lady likes an insincere, conceited prick…at that point were just using you for your dick.


Women don’t ask for much these days… they just wanna be a man’s special lady… they want to be a special part one man’s thoughts…to just simply think about them on a constance, even from a distance…surprise visits and unexpected phone calls…
forget an email or a text message…do something…unusual..write a letter….hand written. mail it out and stamp it…signed, sealed, delivered…scent it.


Choose your words carefully. Its okay to say what your thinking, just say it the right way.


If someone is talking…shut up and listen…dont just hear em out, LISTEN.
Show her the true gentleman, in you.


Walk away from altercations, if another man is looking at your lady…let him stare, you cant be the only fan. Punching a man wont show her you’re a macho man…you’ll show you’re a unconfident, little man.


Educate yourself…vocabulary is essential. You dont want to sound like you’re trying to hard…so read and educate your brain. A lady likes a man that can hold a conversation, making sense…on his toes and aware of the world…using the right terms.


Show genuine respect and gratitude…be appreciative of your woman.
When there’s balance and equality…and you’re both on the same shelf, book and page….theres no striking out of this game.


You can sweep women off their feet, throw jackets over puddles and slow dance in the streets…but, whatever you do…always refrain from being untrue. Show your true colors…show her the respectable gentleman in you…show her, YOU.

Under arrest...

I’m not a weak being… On the contrary, I’m a strong being…and my heart is still beating. 

I know, shocking..ain’t it? Considering a part of my heart had been beaten.

but…I’m a strong being. and in my foreseeing, 
I might’ve brought upon some negativity…only because I was positively thinking you were keeping it..real…though really, you were using trickery…
in an attempt to keep me safe on “lay away” while you went ahead and led astray… 
feeding them the same pigeon food you used to feed me…

Continually asking myself, how can I still want you? 
everything you’ve put me through and I…can still leave it all behind…I can do the impossible and never rewind, living in the present time…

but you…everytime…..every. single. time we turn sour for the rest of every hour, of every day is because you continue to live your life astray…where does your heart truly lay?
you forget, the one that’s always been here for you….aware and always with a care. 
you’re true best friend, your lady and lover till the end. 
So much so…I still hold on to you and the things we can do..stop talking already and show me the warrior your meant to be. 

Shine your light for the world to see. 
King of THIS Castle…lately, you’ve been creating our situation into a hassle. 
any negative notion comes from the causing and effecting of your…action and/or, lack of action…affecting me in such a way, it causes an unintentional, REaction…     

but it isn’t me, REacting that way, nah…its my heart. 
yeah…remember, my heart? 
you used to keep her up on a shelf, secure..where you cherished her health…my heart, remembers you well, and well…I will, refrain from pessimism because optimism brings reward. 

I know you’re still in love too…

it's same strong reason being, neither one of us can leave it alone..Only I, should…be the smarter one in this boat… 
mistreatment and misunderstanding has created a black hole within my, whole.  
There’s only so much one can take…thing is…you haven’t really done shit to me for me to intake…the fact that frustrates me most, causing me to..keep. this. going…is your lack of commitment…respect and love…amongst “the simple” in life. 

All i’ve been craving is the chance to gain some reassurance of you…I feel you’ve left the wrong impression on me… 
lets jump start the chance to get to know one another again…. 
we met when we were pre-teens. 
began dating when we were teens. 
fell in love when at the age of sixteen…

Nowadays, You’ve been convicting me of loving thee…making all my feelings crime-fully. 
No texting. No calling. No communicating. 
Unfinished business, kill a lady…or drive her mental nuts crazy. 

lack of all this should…ALL BE ME…no attention giving, wanting and needing the distance this needs…blah, blah bull! things that shouldn’t and things that should. 
One day you’re here, next day you’re there…day after that, your back and unaware of what to share….keep it really real, if its real. 

Open your blind, dry, red eyes…you’re viewing me as a blessing in disguise, but why?…I am not hiding who i truly am and the blessings on the insides…I’m close to prefect…inside and out...at least that's what you've preached to me. 
and I…have been ME, this whole time. now you, you’ve been unpredicatable and unstabilized. 
Nomad living…Jumping from home to home, trying to make your dreams alive and I…still supporting your every stride. 

We’re not suppose to change, we’re just entitled to evolve… we always are who we are, we’re just suppose to grow up.. 

you act as if im asking you for something odd…as if I’m the pretty little psycho path that fell in love with you in just 4 months…bitches go crazy for you, and as much as I don’t know why…it sure as hell is true…but me, I’ve been here all along. 

…The same truthful lady you fell in love with…begging for you to notice me once again…wanting the solid chance to remain a part of our step to step journey…our dreams only…you keep neglecting me…treating me silently…we keep on falling…and this, this is not the way we should be building…
you mean a lot to me… 
these days its hit or miss..causing everything to be, hardly simple. the situation has grabbed my attention for the day…causing everything to be, simply hard…it always, is what it is, but this nonsensical shit, is not accurate…

my phone vibrates, and my heart beats hard at the sound of it…i rush frantically searching and hoping for your name to appear clear on the caller ID, but it doesn’t appear. 
I hide my thoughts and feelings because you make me feel as if they’re all wrongfully charged…does crime pay at all? 

My fear in this, is…we’ve come far, but hardly at all…never given our solidified fair share chance at clearing this up…making it right…yet we’re always making it wrong. 

with me, take it step by step. leaving it all behind.
walk down the solid line, starting fresh. no regrets. new beginnings…and no ends. 
I know that feelings, of being in love, are sometimes unnecessary, when you have so many people loving you, for free. but being in love is one special thing…and being a man’s spacial lady, is even more of beautiful and special thing that I…want in…but the love of my life…the real deep consistent love…i want to feel, isn’t currently residing here…

I find that people live without the “simple things” all the time…but I’ve been silent partnering and loving, without them for quite some time. 

ironically, at your best and at your worst, I will always be here for you. 

Just Imagine, I have a lot to offer you…you just don’t know it cause you yet, don’t deserve it…and YOU…you bring the negative energy out of my chi and into the atmosphere…you’re the type to say one thing and do another for the sake of…probably nothing. Im sure with time, you will find, in your mind and deep within your soul, body and heart…all along, the one from the start…was always your best friend…even when apart…I just hope then, it ain’t too late.

In the meantime, Im under arrest for still feeling you the way i do…and you…you’re under arrest for always undergoing confusion….keep in mind, our memory of our melodies make beautiful music…art and poetry. theres nothing left to do but believe….. 

and just breathe. bail me on outta here….

A new year, for you to Feel...

a New year…a mental chance to gain a new stance…a stronger balance and grip, on life… Become who you want to become, make the changes you want to make, gain the power you deserve in life…we all are destined to shine. With the right state of mind, the right outlook on life arrives. The negative vibes need to be declined. It’s a new start…new beginnings and fresh thoughts. Escape the old, embrace and create the new…ness. Demolish the stress, burry dead weight, delete the fallacies. Let things be…life happens naturally. Love freely. Prevail, progress…Proceed. Your brain needs Feeding as much as your tummy. No one is useless, visions are clearer for all to feel…thoughts fresh, like newly cut grass on a summer day. What I’m trying to say…my main point, is…positive notations my friends. It’s all in the flow of the energy…the universe responds...so keep your energy flowin sacred...remain contact with natures naturalizations, taking your inhalations of great life...there will never be no love at all, because everything and everyone is love, in all. Life is Beautiful, maintain your cool...everyday is new....forget a new years resolution and just begin a revolution...energetic innovations. 

Get a grip

pensive notion. let it go. too much deep thinking can leave you in a whole, sinking..drowning and frowning…just go with this flow…flow of life..feel your glow…dripping in gold everywhere we go. its on the surface, the truth be told. jealousy tendencies, don’t let us breathe, or see with 20/20 vision..it makes everything one big mission…let all the negativity flee and living entitles glee..and achieving. motivation is key. along with determination in this situation..its vividly clear that lack of communication can pursue confrontation..dedication fits all equations. commitment, is huge…in all that we do. gliding right through..rough, tough and GREAT times too. dont dwell on anything, try your hardest..no one makes it out alive anyway…though our souls will stay behind…so maintain your cool, your rock, your positive fuel. positive energy gets us a long way on a day to day basis…each and every giving day is smoother than the one before cause its always bright in the sight of beautiful life. even gloomy days which entitle lots of shade...sunlight always finds its way, playing hide and seek, peaking through clouds, so gray…pure sun rays strain…but not in a unpleasant way. everything is always better today. its another breathing day..waking up, living, and seeing… having the capability of remembering and dreaming…making those very dreams, realities. stay positive. negativity is empty. life is a beauty. love is love, surrounding us. art is soulful..and music is everything. live day to day, stress free and friendly. kodak moments are cheap…the price is free..just like love.