Aerial View Of A Touch

Lining up with… The print… Rubbing till red…  Through cold nights… Air conditioning… Over some cool breeze….

Excited!!

 

The pair of… Arousing attention… Attitudes… Loud conversations… Disagreements get resolved…

 

Flick the… Light switch… Till you come on…

 

The pipe list… On site… Needs a dirty needy cleaning…

All night!!

 

 

Ya..

 

Upside-down down… Like a vampire sleeps… The other down is under splits…. There is no sleeping….

Round!

Here!

 

 

When ice touches… To close to the circumference… Becomes Nibble currency to… Rippling through…. The bloodstream…

 

Steam off goose bumps… On halloween lips… Sucking the attention… Off of what newborn babies replenish selves…

With….

 

Big strong bones… Mussels… With a partner… Starts the mumbling…

Just don’t bite…..

 

 

Lick!

 

Don’t hide…….

 

Look…

Pretty peeled…

Eyes….

Back…

Reverses…

This pleasure….

Like powder…

The snow….

White blast….

Blast!

 

 

Influenced the pearl to…..

Hatch open…

For…..Play…    Time….

 

 

Till its temperature is ready to connect…

One of the greatest features if I may…

Indeed!

 

You peek a boo with no support behind the cotton shirt…

To…

Tease…

 

Knowledge summoned that need for cooperation…

That ran off with the scene like a theif…

 

 

Pic…

Slipped in through  a lovers cell phone…

That….

“Come home and get it!”

“It’s all yours!”

 

 

Or just plain ole

filthy touching

at night after

the lights dim…..

 

Tongue moves

to counter a

clock wise

showers

the low

end

petri dish

In the studies

of a

movement

till the covers

notice you under……….

 

Light

movement…….

 

Touch them

vibrant

symmetrical

no price is right

when right is

what is

on the left of you

from a aerial view……….

 

 

 

 

 

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Thee Felony Life

It ain’t easy…..

No breezy…

Please…

Some hide there shame….

Hard to maintain…

Needing maintenence…

In the center of his brain………

 

Some feel they just don’t have a reason….

A purpose…

Just to focus…

On the necessities…

To live for….

 

When backs are turned…

By folks!

With some nerve!

In a society where…

Damn…

Police are even eying me…

Trying to be…

What a changed man

Is supposed to be…

Sometimes it feel bad when…

Knowing know one’s there…

For me…

There for he is…

 

Ostracized by no’s or nay’s…

All a Like minds…

In the body…

Abandoned hourly…

This is my bed…

I keep it clean to lay silent in it…

Father…

They acted like he…

I…

Would never matter…

Fuck it…

Nevermind…

 

I move on like I’m never there…

Judged by never cares…

Don’t noooooo!

Good women want to be around…

A grown man on…

Welfare…

Still not even supporting my…

Well….

Fare….

 

I don’t want to be here…

Why would…

It sucks wood…

Not having much to get by…

No resources…

Faces turn up…

I call…

Tuck your chains…

Clutch your purse tight

Where is some kindness…

 

Eye this…

From the eyes of…

Me…

With your own…

Compassionate being…

Like a true human mind…

Like a sence of sleeping…

If your tired…

 

Fire at me with good intentions…

Acknowledge the mans tryings…

Atleast…

How genuine…

Kind…

Respectably loyal…

 

Give me no decline…

Fine…

I don’t need your beee….

Hind…

 

“Or your fake…”

“Keep tryings!”

 

 

 

 

Some of us want to be excepted…

Cared for…

Loved…

On tour…

Without…

Deep sadness…

No show and tell…

The under lip has scares…

Fist to his side…

Balled up…

Not grasping onto…

The bad hand of cards…

Delt…

Dealing with…

PTSD…

Depression…

Chilling psychosis…

Can you see the pain…

Digging my salty tears out…

Death in the mannerism….

Glad to hear when…

You think the job is calling you back…

“Given it sometime….”

Fuck it…

They’ll call me back…

Interview after interview…

I may as well start robbing…

Work skills limited…

Less than…

Minimum wages…

Is violence on your bills…

Aint doing shit…

Aggrivated…

Adjatated…

It just makes…

It easy going to…

Just end up back in…

The cage again…

The vital list of…

A convicts outside prison…

Never ending…

 

 

 

1. can’t get good money

2. can’t get a date

3. poor social skills

4. Now short fused

5. looked down like I’m of no value.

 

 

 

 

“Makes you think…”

“Right…”

 

 

Why live outside the gate?

When the only family you have…

Is in there…

Respect…

Is in the penitentiary…

Inside is home to most…

After desperately trying to fit in…

With the green grass….

A good glass of water….

I don’t even know why…

I wrote this…

Nobody will even care…

To under notice…

Us…

Me…

Them…

Most things important to people..

Are things I can barely work…

Thinks I don’t even understand…

Holding a conviction….

Under the etc etc of my tounge…

Over top of a razor blade…

Not saying all are going through this…

Im just speaking on my experience…

Perceived…

Deleted…

 

I Wish Apon A Shining Scar…..

 

Over your scars

I rub my index finger

across.

 

I know thee.

 

Kilo of insecurities.

 

I’m her for you and me.

 

Placed her so high

that I

can see.

 

The beautiful work

of make.

 

Is that scar across

your facual.

 

Please!

 

Don’t hide what

you should embrace.

 

Your face

from no mistakes.

 

Thee abrasions on

your body.

 

Excites

me.

 

A short tale told

to my eyes

or the acassional.

 

“It’s a long story.”

 

It’s ok with me if

it’s ok with you.

 

A  skirt with cuts.

 

With wrist that

whispered.

 

“can anybody

see me?”

 

“Will anyone

listen?”

 

My ears are not

missing.

 

So I miss you when

you miss Read me.

 

Scars from harsh

pastence.

 

I have

patience for.

 

I adore you.

 

Stubbed those toes

lacerations

on tip toes.

 

Pink toes are

to the max my

most.

 

Chocolate Sundays

make my banana split.

 

Then spit

seeds with know

damages.

 

These images can.

 

Only

suit a real troop.

 

A real man can

only be.

 

Thankful

for you to stapling

your.

 

War wounds.

 

To my sweet toothed.

 

So suckle the roof of.

 

Your played blues to

slow Jazz music.

 

Plus

sad news.

 

Telling this

make up.

 

I need you to

cover my face up.

 

Chin up to hold

your face up.

 

High!

 

We don’t have

to make up.

 

Or need it

to make up lies.

 

Both of ours

were meant for

me.

 

You were

for no other guy.

 

He would get picky.

 

Call you a 1 or 2.

 

Your my 10 yes

you.

 

That other guy

high maintenanced.

 

Shallow water.

 

Or horrified to.

 

That guy is

a child.

 

I love to live for

your smile.

 

The deep cut above

the your eye brow.

 

Hugs.

 

Me.

 

 

It is a slogan that says

to me.

 

Only for the man I

be.

 

If you cry I’ll

wipe your eyes

with my sleeve.

 

Or vice versa.

 

My burst of joy.

 

When I place my

home.

 

On the back

of your spine.

 

From.

 

That fatal operation

that you almost died.

 

From.

 

I’m here!

 

I’m there!

 

I’m everywhere!

 

Surrounding

Everything with

My ties to you.

 

Are my strings

to tight?

 

For you?

 

Your front

my hands

picking you

up

out of

your wheelchair.

 

Even a story

that projects

insecurities

there.

 

I’m here

to change you.

 

bathe you.

 

Whatever else

I can do.

 

To see your mind

smile for my camera

eyes.

 

Lenses wide.

 

On Someone

I wish for.

 

Let me kiss

your scars.

 

Good night………….

Arsonist In The Heart

Early

birds humming…

 

Taste testing

the subject…….

 

I’ll waste

nothing……

 

I wanted something….

 

Crushing my

crush and something…..

 

Stepped on

shower glass

in a hour glass…..

 

I grasped time

in the morning

 

Somewhere at 5

between your thighs…..

 

lies A gem

for the gemologist…..

 

High maintenance

posture dangerous…….

 

Yelp my name out

in increments…….

 

Escrow accounts broken

into…….

 

Robbed…

 

Pulled out

she payed for it……..

 

Played her little

games…..

 

With it……..

 

I’m ashamed to

admit……..

 

That it was dangerous

tampering with……..

 

A sorceress of taboo…..

 

Feeding you my

aphrodisiac……..

 

To ache your

arched back………..

 

Eyes bright like……

 

A moth when……..

 

A gravitational pull

up to the lights……….

 

When there

switched on…………..

 

She was warned……..

 

Infinite sun

heats the room up…….

 

Through windows

so  passionate…………

 

heard froms…………

 

The pillow grabbing

she formed her

own languages………

 

Casting them out

like…………

 

The 12 pillars of judah……

 

I’m the general

supreme ruler of

Her medulla………….

 

Oblongata………………

 

I took control

like I gotta……………

 

Of her………..

 

In and out

like a robber……………

 

yatta

yatta

yatta

 

Shit talks……….

 

So bullshit

walks over…….

 

Out of

the doors………

 

Can make things

interisting……..

 

Now

intricate………….

 

Entangled up

intentionally…………

 

Ambitiously

I make my

Stamp on that

dope……………………

 

Sorry………

 

That was

a bag of

heroin

quote…………..

 

The 2020

ball dropped years

ago……………….

 

Splattering

paint all over………………

 

Me……………

 

Over………………

 

I can’t think………..

 

Feeling like I’m

laying in a sink………..

 

Filled up with

warm water…………………

 

Sugar…………….

 

Round two is

getting set up

in order……………….

 

For this mornings

northern lights……………..

 

My power

to take over

the fire…………………..

 

In your desire

to want no other…………..

 

Me………….

 

Forever more

is my title……………

 

I’m a heavenly

heavy weight

Champion………….

 

Athenas baby boy……………..

 

Osirises protégé……….

 

It is protocol

that I kill it………………

 

Over

and over

and again…………….

 

Till your balance

is over…………

 

yatta

yatta

yatta

 

I couldn’t even

understand

the words………..

 

From your movie

plot………….

 

Thee finallys

climax……………..

 

I treated you like

a client………………..

 

Hold on one

sec……………….

 

My stimulated pieces

are on thee other line……………..

 

Excuse me caller…………

 

I absolutely gotta take your

call another

time…………………..

 

Call out to me…………..

 

Reaching for your

lovers rhythm……………..

 

The rhyming of this…………..

 

Good light of mind…………

 

I’m going to let

it shine across your

facial expression…………..

 

All

week……………………

 

Smile dandy flow

in your heart…………….

 

Beattttttt…………….

 

Now sheets look

like a bad start to finishing

them…………..

 

I don’t know why though…………..

 

I’m hungry as fuck?

 

 

 

 

Exercising Opportunities

Forhead

Contagious…………

 

 

Sliding

Down

Like

A

Play

Ground……….

 

 

Held in

Individual

Pockets

Like a

Tackle box…………..

 

 

Stuck on

You like

Some opium

gum………………..

 

 

Chewing me

up…………..

 

 

Down

Drowning

Please Don’t

Come up

It would

Be like

No fun……………..

 

 

Neck

Ears

Are cold

lips stuck

To a

Dimond cut

Eyes beam

A set

Of high beams

Through

The thug……………..

 

 

 

That’s troubled

In a world

Were

I can’t

keep you……….

 

 

Firm

Like

Pussy willows

Hot swaying………

 

 

I reached from

Behind

Over her shoulder

To flick

Soft skin

Upper bump

Like a

Light switch

Turning

On……………….

 

 

 

Paper plate tags

On my new car

I was pulled over

Frisked

By a frisky

Eyed

Scented

Sweet

Brown sugar

Of my dreams…………

 

 

 

Was it a dream

Of someone

I wanted to

Cuff thoroughly

From behind…………..

 

 

Wanting

This

Sort of

Surprise……….

 

 

 

So I

Can sleep

In a heavenly

Peace

Fine

Sweeping off

Wet parts

Off my T shirt………….

 

 

Leaned up

To roll my

Eyes like

I said something

You would dislike…………

 

 

Once again

Peace is with in

My hard time

Till its over…………..

 

 

So go slower

I’ll wait at the

Door……………

 

 

Till you tell me to come in…………

 

Can I Just Walk With Me

“Dedicated to little X and Lee… You two will never ever be forgotten…”

 

 

Some people think they’re helping when they are hurting.

Some people think they’re changing yet there worsening.

 

Some people will say they’re there for you no matter what.

When you need them all you will see is there butt.

 

They turn an I earning the title of a fool.

So when I leave first I’m considered crude.

 

 

Sometimes I feel like fuck it all.

Stuck in life while my stress turns me fucking bald.

 

Excuse me, can I barrow your life for a minute?

No you may not you low level dirty nigger!

 

Even if i did you’d be dead!

Before your life time prison sentence!

 

I fight the fracture in my heart that will fracture more.

Remain poor yet I really need a cure.

 

A remedy for a reminder helping to remember that I’m just tired.

I need not a therapist or a bible!

I need not a lier or a trier!

 

Teary eyed, eye ducks quack where I’m from.

When a child asks me can he pump my gas.

 

I remember giving him my last.

I remember feeling that.

In his mental state he might not last.

I’ve been were he’s been

 

Pumping my kidneys with cheap whisky and Gin.

I tryed to give him.

Hope.

 

At the sametime I no it wont work.

When his moms on dope.

 

So I feel like I lied to him.

Some days later he was shot to death.

They say his eyes were open with a smile on his face

 

That could have been me

The, then me….

I know he was smiling for there was know more cryin.

 

About the things he had to robbed for.

Some things he had to do behind closed doors.

 

I was never in his shoes.

If that were me.

That was talking to.

 

I’d tell me too…

“Get the fuck out the car!”

“This ah fucking jack move!”

 

Everything around me was tax free.

Hell!

I taxed drug dealers and thieves.

I made my own lanes open  to eat.

No job would ever, has ever hired me.

 

 

Not because I’m lazy, or I have had a crazy look of.

Outta facial placement.

By the time I was fifteen.

I had three felonys.

True story.

 

Back ground checked.

To have my…

first smile…

To know a honest check.

 

I heard the words I’ve been hearing my whole life.

“Sir!”

“We will get back to you next week!”

 

A month past….

I had very little to eat…

So me and my then girl friend.

“may her soul rest in peace!”

 

Started going drug dealing.

Sometime robbing sprees.

 

The only hope I had was…

To do shit that made me a slave.

 

I lost my best friend in a bad dice game.

He took shot gun to the face.

I faced hard ships…

Many!

 

Thinking to myself…

I won’t make it from here…

You can tell because you may care…

But!

 

My caring just ain’t here.

My ears can’t hear.

About…

You know how I feel.

 

I’m sorry…

Can you just shut up…

Please let me live…

 

Sometimes, instead of suggesting what I should or need to do…

 

How bout you!

Just tell me genuinely you love me.

And you will always be hear.

 

Till then…

Let me die with a smile and open eyes……..

 

 

 

(attention! in no way shape or form is this a suicidal note. Thank you and have a great day my peps!👍😎)

Flawlessly! A sight seeing someone! Wishing chemistry! Tense! Eyes from yonder! Diamonds are forever! I can see a infinite amount of heavens! To be close! To be Close! To be close! Sorry typo! Drooling over a pool of you! Wishing! Shit! I think this tittle might be to long!?

Disscription?

Oh Lord!

Let me move back…

So I can see from the…

Highest heights into…

A drop of skin so crisp!

like air in Iceland!

Well In a picture somewhere…

I’ve never been…

 

Heaven send!

Better when!

You look into your!

Own reflection!

 

Refreshingly!

Irish spring commercial!

Lady of the!

Ummmm?

Someone you hover over!

 

From the site  of afar!

 

Were you are…

Up above so bright…

Stars in your eyes…

Cool like halls for a…

Sore throat……..

 

Aligned just rite…

Turning…

In a trending trap…

Tremendously!

 

Ment to see!

So I seen!

What I saw!

I want it all!

 

What I saw!

Was?

 

Something?

Someone?

Somewhere?

 

A dedication to…

A fable…

Yet true…

I’m enabled…

To touch…

 

If I could!

 

I would slide my!

Right hand?

Rite hand?

Wright hand?

Side of her mind…

 

I would slide…

Down the side…

Of her soft skin….

Looking her in her?

With my felony eyes…

 

A felony I’d…

Undress…

Her…

Mind…

 

I forgot to say!

 

What did I say?

 

Damn…

 

I want to melt on to you….

Like a hot candle?

 

No No No!

 

I want to hold on to…

Your waistline like…

A…

Black statue candle holder?

 

Damn!

 

Nope!

 

That ain’t right…

 

What  is it?

 

I want to push up on…

You like a…

Stroller?

 

Fuck!?

 

O!

 

Here it is!

 

Hi…

My name is chris…

What’s yours?😃

Creativity

“In response to the freedom of expression challenge by iScriblr.com”

“Art done by me”

 

 

 

 

Birds!

Curbs!

Verbs!

Nature!

Crime!

Faceless!

Times!

Pictures!

Past!

Fixtures!

Crash!

Cash!

Reflection!

Texting!

LIFE…………………………..

 

The elements of…

All you need…

 

To genuinely be….

a….

 

The arts of an egg carton.

Everything you perceive.

Is all you need.

 

“Writers block is a lie!”

 

Like what ifs…

What it could have beens…

Can’ts…

Barriers…

Tantrums…

Over what’s next…

Luck is a substitute for faith…

There is no luck hear…

Open discussion……………….

 

Some people have ask me. “What could make me a better writer?” I tell them…

“Not worring….”

“Just write…”

Enything you can touch, taste, see Is your canvas for everything. Pick up your pin or paint brush etc! Pecil on paper!

 

“Designer’s of fashion…”

“Practicing is a lie!”

“Just do it…”

 

Just make it happen!

“Then move on!”

“On!”

“Do it for you!”

“Not The Audience!”

 

Criticisms can help as well as be your departure. Falling off your game… Baggage claim becomes to heavy to bare. When your scared of judgement from jelousy, Hating….

 

 

 

“Do it for you!”

“Do it for you!”

“Do it for you!”

“DO!”

“IT!”

“FOR!”

“YOU!”

 

 

Expression is your gun! So unload that sum ma ma bitch into a ink pin! Spit out your form into a subject!

“Your own subject!”

You don’t even have to think!

“Write!”

 

 

 

Break away from the norms!

Fuck they world up with just a word!

Of……..

What’s in your world!

Of……

Everyday!

It your world!

 

“So get ya ass ta creating!”

 

 

Peace, many blessings to you all!😊👊

All my edgy comment to!

Well sit back….

I’m never silencing them!

For you or enybody!

 

“Not you Iscribr.com…😏”

Peace✌!

 

 

 

Camp

Loving that…

Stifles…

 

 

Locking lips with a rifle…

Consumed by your…

Cran apple fumes…

 

Exploring…

Thee surface of…

Thee…

Pacific…

 

 

Your rituals dont scare me…

Identicle to a prayer meeting…

Sacred etchings on a..

Newly discovered drop cave…

For God sake…

Walls plus ecetra kisses…

Pretending…

As if it was our honeymoon…

Redipped in hotspings…

With persision, patiently giving…

I take so…

I can give it…

Give me that fruit bubble yum…

So I can pop you…

98.6 degrees Fahrenheit enters…

my mouth to my body tingles…

Like bubble wrap at that…

Pop!

 

I’m the new years resolution…

Your mama doesn’t want for you.

 

(mama)

“girllll you better stay away from his mind.”

“Not the man physically.”

“There is something you will never see inside.”

“This man!”

 

 

You didn’t listen…

Now your enveloped in…

As my prisoner…

 

Hypnotic…

Yemens flock of doves….

 

Camp

Father

“Freedom Of Expression Challenge By iScribr.com”

 

Chopping wood to… Make a kanew so I can sail away… On my own from you… That is me… Split into two… Now two minds with no clues on… How to find each others left behinds… To remind each other that we are you… Truth dropped the drowning sparrows approval……….

l….

Sunk…

Apart…………………..

 

 

 

 

Never really had one.

So I hung out all night with handguns.

 

“You ain’t gotta be a father.”

“To be a father….”

 

I rased alot of kids!

To live, love and heal up….

Foster care was…

The bottom of a bottle of malted liquor…………..

 

 

 

Never praying for tomorrow!

Tomorrow became the next day anyway…

With out you!

Then the same after the next day….

 

 

My father spent damn near his whole life behind….

A 4 walled, bars gone….

Day room shaped like a polygon.

Don’t get me wrong!

 

 

I was never upset that I didn’t have…

A…

One…

Of…

Those…

Flesh…

Of a…

Thing……..

 

 

 

“I always wanted kids……….”

 

 

 

 

 

Some of my own…

 

 

 

Just to be there for them to have…

One………………

 

 

 

In the name of all that is holy!

Ivory bright!

Tough as a priceless something!

I just can’t discribe……….

You can’t even name your prices……

“I won’t sell out!”

 

 

I never needed a father to love me……

I never needed a father to hug me…..

To help me tie my shoes….

Teach me what life can do…..

To….

A………

Young black male…….

 

 

 

I learned how to cut my own hair…….

Tie my own ties…….

 

“Welll a little bit…. Lol.😂”

 

 

Ride my own bike…

Hey!

Even if you came back into my life…

Now….

I wouldn’t be pissed….

 

 

 

“I’m not you…”

 

Instead!

I’ll embrace you…

Like I’m your father…

Knowing that…

Just like me…

You never had one either…

 

 

Both comrades from different wombs…

Hey man!

I could never be mad at you!

You are still my dad!

Can’t call you father though!

Your still my dad man!

 

I sent you a letter and I hope it sees you soon.

Happy fathers day big hommie…….