I Want To Taste What’s Underneath

I love when your cat purrs rubbing aginst me. That pussy cat has a colar on it. All under that bath towl.

White cotton holds behind blossoms with holding no innocents. Innocent till your close to me. Free!

Your feeling it to! Mingling with slow fingers touching the labels that soak up the cotton. First stop at her navel.

Next stop erratic behavior. Excited the pulses height alive. Tapping on those vibrations of the mussels in the thighs.

You don’t discuss it or disguise it.You love the way it rises. See the current…

believing in the breeze that flew the kite. Flying High as the mental designed inside. The eyes roll back in your timple.

Real easy for me after granted access. Your nest I’ll wear as will power dissolves. Dream catching up to that low heart beat.

Low between were the pussy cat looks hungry. She just finished spinning her Web to catch me. Like a helpless fly I am…

I stuck to it.. Stuck to the bedroom sheets. My pussy cat needs no leash. Leaving me speachless with every tight squeeze.

 

Aries & Athena The Ultimate Combination With In Him

Meet the commander that holds weight. That is invisable to the open eye. You will never understand that mans plans for a better future.

All they see is the calased hands. Non discriminant to who he gives orders to. Strategic to the very sharpest point.

listening to every voice he here’s. Every tear is collected like sea shells from the black sea sands. Urban military training sence an infant minded juvenile.

Now they call him war chief. You will never see him for he is a chameleon. Playing with chess peaces.

That move at the speed of sound. Breaking down defenses with out being touched or seen. Rapidly capturing more money. Acquiring more land for his family and his people.

His troops….

Taught well….

Respecting the laws of brother hood. Loyalty amongst comrades. They conquer under the general’s orders.

Silently under the G -code. Holding our elders close in the mind. Guarding the turf sending all trespassers into the bottomless depths of a black mahogany casket.

Dropping acid in the back of there hurses. The commander is both fear and respected. He turns his prisoners into allies.

Feeding them love, loyalty and knowledge. The pefect pyramid of success in bonding. Turning your mortal enemy’s into trusted knights of your army.

Soon you will have more land and more riches to have a happy misses. He never works for anyone.

Just the only one….

The Emotive Times We Live In

Racism….

What a disgraced system. Violence becuse of your skin color, nationality, religion or sexual preferences.

Seriously!

What the hell is this I done stepped in. Police harassment hard! Over a measly gram of dope found. Yet they aren’t solving no murders or catching any sexual preditors at all in my town.

I never go politics no matter how it fits!

The real men and women know how we still living. Working three jobs and still don’t Have a car to sit in or a pot to piss in.

Listen!

You want to stop more then haft the crime the 10 o’clock news mentions! Give us all good jobs that can keep up with our monthly expenses! Increase minimum wages. So our kids can have a better Christmas! Give ex-cons a chance so they don’t end up back in prisons!

Give our youth something amazing to look forward to for there future!

Please!

The answer isn’t to shut down half the schools. Your just making the kids and parents of them more confused. The parents of them have to spend more money on them in order for there kids to get a better education.

Till the kids grow to there teenage years. Eventually getting tired of going so far to get to school. Not to mention  more expenses. They will end up a drop out early to hopfully get there GED

soon!

Hopefully…

This shit is rediculous!

Vote for me!

I’m going to be the next up to run for mayor of my city!

Why not try….

 

 

The Death Stalker Palestinian Yellow Tailed Scorpion

Me…

In love…

You the same…

Only to late…

Even your wild strut was the index finger saying…

“Come to me”…

I agreed to talk to you…

Walk with you..

Finding out later on…

You knew of me!

Before our first conversation…

I could even see it in your deadly image…

Fast forward….

I stayed way longer than I should’ve…

I didn’t even know…

I even took you away from another man.

I should have taken a picture…

Of me!

Carving a statue of a fool!

Made a dunce with the cap on my head ashamed…

Class act flash backs…

I took good care of you and yours in hard times…

The last time I herd from you…

You told me screaming…

I never did enything for you…

Wow!

Damn!

My statue quickly crumbled…

I really really loved you…

You used me…

Furthering my trust issues into factual nightmares in the day time.

How blind of an intelligent man…

How blind of me…

I must be thee dumbest man on the planet deeply hidden in the forest of shame on you…

I expected the sting from your deadly poision….

But damn!

I didn’t know it was going to hurt like that….

The death of a good man…

The last to burn…

A KING of hearts…

You Must Build It… These Aren’t Lyrics

Rage has know beauty…

Days become reckless…

Stay on duty for the next shift…

Agitated…

Pushing mountains…

Hard boiled blood to strong to drip out of.

Never have I ever seen a dragon fly waiting for oil to heat for the fish fry.

Hope here died for the men and women in red.

Stop saying to much when nothing was said.

The wishing well is our gutters.

When it rains he cries out wolf.

The wolves turn to me…

Talking to them selves…

Answering there selves delusionally…

Phsycosis sings out songs…

Know one is ever home to listen…

Broken up in to zones between Muslims, catholics, Buddhist and Christians.

The power!

Knowledge and numbers!

Know matter who it is!

The systems will always be rigged by greedy pigs.

Giant spoiled rich kids…

While the lows stick there sporks in open cans of pork and beans.

Me!

With about 42 or so badges under my sleaves.

Separating the constitutions skin from rebellions!

Till we win!

Being On This Side Of The Globe Isn’t All What It Seems

A carousel…

Spinning…

In the middle of the Atlantic and pacific scorched hells dark Haiti.

Peeling the face off happyness…

Stitching the face of my peoples poverty on unhappy faces.

Systematic depression turn men and women into killers…

Songs from the carousel are the screams of the innocent inner city beings invisible to the east.

Visibly…

You will see me watching the carousel spin out of control. Watching in the far.  The four horses corpses flaming skulls.

Some have skin barely on them.

Black burned ashy bones.

Up and down…

Up and down the horses go…

Dont dare try to ride them. These are the new four horse men of the apocalypse…

On each horse bringing civil war…

Pointing!

With there facial expressions all disapointed.

Ready to wreak havoc…

Looking…

Staring…

Pointing to the west…

Some say it’s the best side…

Whatever…

If I had infinite cash. I still wouldn’t buy myself anymore time…

On earth…

It’s all over…

What once was….

Will be torn from…

Three Simple Words To Her

You make loving you… So easy for me. If I were on my death bed. Do you know what my last words would be. To hold my hand till I go into a deep sleep.

Heroin addiction lips on slow drip into my vains. I would brake tradition by taking your last name. Three Simple words.

I love you!

You always make my blood so hot. Not overheating over achieving my goals of keeping you close. I have a big heart that’s pulsating in my eyes for you like the cartoons.

Every time you play guess who with me in your room. I want to spoil you with well deserved whatever’s. Pushing life in to better. The fumes of voodoo you use controls my bodies emotions. Making my heart swell.

I’ve got some mail for you to send. You opened your mail box. So I slide ride in to home base. Loving you I never overdose or have to detox. True to my needs and wants. I vice versa….

I don’t ever want your curse of happiness over me to lose strength. When you see me again. I want you to hug me! Kissing me with pure intent. These three simple words you will hear.

I love you!

Left It In Disarray “EXPLICIT CONTENT”

Clothes slide off…

Blood pressure rises…

Pink and yellow panties by the dresser…

The sent of love making creatively…

Candle lights brighten up the room…

Sparks fly like the 4th of July…

Sweat I bet…

Dripping down your neck…

Tight at first now wet to except…

Infiltration of heavens gate…

Short screams, loud moans…

The red nails that dug into my back…

Sweet foreplay was yesterday…

Your cinnamon body oil did magic…

You say my name…

Outburst of yours saying…

“I love you so much”!

Heavy breathing…

Our shadows dance across the walls…

Your last screem…

Your body’s whipped cream on me…

A worthy climax that ensued…

We lay in each other’s pool…

Naked and saticfied with…

Clinging to each other as lovers…

Good morning moon light…

Look Both Ways Before You Cross Him

Teflon…

waypoints set for him to get to his destination of creed. This is the time to breath in and out. Exhaling mustard gas from his breath exfixiating. The closest brain cells.

Walking through oil wells. Highly flammable thoughts manifesting radiation poisoning pervading slowly. Killing off his opponent. Making him a early organ donner.

Cigarettes dipped in raw liquid opium. Taking the edge off the pain of his mental domain. Flaws are uncontrollably staining his cocain covered memories. Drowned in whiskey.

Town and country Lincoln four door.  Leather interior design. Fit for a superior human force. The hands the gun divorced.

Dearly departed we are gathering here to carry your filty casket. A last tactic showing fear to the enemies own true identity. All over meddling in other folks affairs.

His reflection was a great lesson. Death pulled his shot gun right out of his black hoodie. Pushing his chest in to the back of him.

The rat tryed to run tearing his ACL. Falling to the bed. Know flowers where placed.

Forgetting the sweet taste of forever laying silent in Hells sector. He didn’t listen to the lecturer. He had a blind date with the heckler.

Mr Koch was present to…….

To The World… Ain’t Know Love Where I Come From

21 murders in my city in 1 week. Damn…. I just want to leave. Jobs still not trying to hire. For those trying to save. To pay off the cards they were dealt with. Hanging you from a rope.

See… I don’t have to go back in time to be lynched. It can happen to me and anyone else in my neighborhood just going to the corner store to get a box of grits.

I really wish I had something nice to talk about for once. I’ve been outside in the rain. Collecting money for months. I shower up. Change clothes every week. To go right back out on the street.

Blood stream full of liquor and drugs. Just to escape life’s mean mugs. I Don’t know why a women would even want a man that does them rong. You’ve fed her kids. Paid her rent monthly and she still going to leave you for everything that’s evil.

I wish I could say that I’m happy. My reality often slaps me, Choke’s me till I can’t breath. Takes a bat to my head and cracks me.

Even if my head was open. I still wouldn’t expose my emotions. My heart became a refugee of its own body. Remaining absent like shell casings from a bullet riddled crime scene.

Oh know!

You couldn’t put a spell on me! You can’t take advantage of C. Your type comes and goes like that same bird that flys by your window.

Ain’t know love here in my city. Just drugs, gangs, poverty and fear in my city. You can’t even open a beer in my city. With out bullets passing by your ear in my city.

I guess I can thank God for one thing. That I haven’t ended up back on the News or the front page.

R.I.P. TO ALL THE WOMEN, MEN, KIDS AND BABIES THAT LOST THERE LIVES LAST YEAR IN 2016.

ILL BE THERE SOON SO JUST KEEP THEM GATES OPEN FOR ME!