THE GHOST OF RELATIONSHIPS PAST

 

(Another one of my favorite oldies)

 

Remnants of you still remain in my minds open plains. A field of open lies, broken ties! Torture that left my eyes blind to what I have seen!

 

Yet you still leave your foot prints all through my head. I can still feel you close when your not there. You where the true air of the throne! baring my naked lonly heart….

 

Your scent still pervades off my red bed sheets! Dark side on the other side of my bed were my Queen use to sleep… The next women in my life will always be the archetype.

 

Of you…

 

My feeling’s for her will be the same as ours were…

Its not fair!

I don’t care!

I still want you!

Next to You…

Possessed the unprepossessing me…                                                                                  You took over me…                                                                                                                  You weaken me…                                                                                                                    I couldn’t sleep…

You would make me…                                                                                                             Your love was a vaccine to me…                                                                                          I haven’t dated in three years…

knowing another women would just see the pain in me…

The shame in me…                                                                                                                  The rage in me…                                                                                                                       No taming me…                                                                                                                       You still haunt me…

I’m not me…

A GHOST!

You….

Are….

To….

Me….

Chinese Dragon Fan

All these medz got me on zombie mode. Playing music from “The Shinning” in mind…

2001…

“Heres Johnny!”

With a loaded mac 10. On the way, All the way off todays evil from tomorrow’s….

It was “hell razing!”

“Children Of The Corn!”

Children that weren’t even mine. The last canned corn in the cabinet with the broken door hinges…

“CAN I GET A DOLLAR FOR THE CORNER STORE?”

Get a job!

Naw here’s a five… keep the change… Things changed after he never came back home…

So…

Young…

So…

Brave…

Before he layed…

I no he put up a good fight…

Times! Where hard to come by. I was the one always asking what day was it. So I just said fuck it.

2003…

New years eve was a massacre… I found a cross that was on a dead mans chest. I took it. kissed it then said a prayer. I placed it on his head. Dragged him behind the car…

Cover fire….

I lost…

2005

The following holocausts turned hell into a theme parks! My body stronger! No one takes my kindness for weakness no more!

I’ll deminish black hearts, in a demonstration. Writing my declaration in violent tendencies…

Deep…

Down…

I didn’t want to be! They just kept fucking with me… Police, fiends with short money, grimy fools, bullets with my name on them dipped in piss water… Girls that only want you for your dollers not making sence or the respect you got….

Going crazy!

Another P.T.S.D. fit….

One I couldn’t come back to reality from…

That always reminds me why….

I…

Take 7 types of medicine….

I’m unhappy………..

 

 

Give Me Your Simplicity

Irresistibly sweetening your love is…

No lie…

I feel pain and cry out to be by you…

The truth is that I’m not use to it…

I’ve been used up and chewed…

Abused…

Immune to lies that divid…

Swined…

Please…

Granted is not what I would like for you to take me for…

Please…

I can’t handle another captive cellar…

Another last last last year…

My tears will drop ruby’s in the summer while it snows…

Please don’t hurt me so I can have a reason…

Your red magic is believable…

Energy solar powers love tantric…

A connection of intense intentions…

Do you phisically feel what I mean…

I just want to be…

The only spider that touches your water spout…

Warm deep Atlanta Georgia peach that drools for me…

The heat draws you to me…

I can control motion like man made tornadoes…

I’m able to make happiness your bed rest more tranquil…

Simple I am…

Never asking for much…

All of your healings…

By me…

A love so sweet…

Just don’t hurt me…

 

 

 

Cradle Beside You

Black bandana tied around my eyes while you introduce me across paths. You stop and untie the scarf. You enhance air quality. Enjoying the moments around my sidekick.

You stay by my sweatshirt close to the right side of the chest pains. You unvail your mirror of half innocence to me. Thin see through glass frame I wish the whole world could see.

The many ways of expressing your consistency of towards me is sort of a mythology brought to life. You are not an object. Your the equation solved to make the perfect under goddess. Alive you are to the eyes sight.

Looking at your kool-aid smile. Then you put your hand over your mouth. Revealed the ring on your finger.

I told you I love the mirror. Up to the glass kissing me without lips. I pull you like a rope close to me. My strong hands connected to your waistline. You giggle like I tickled you. Dropping kisses like mixtaps all over your black sands and clear slippery waters.

I use a raft to paddle to your…

Through your…

Then crashed blind sided by rich botanicals. Rotating us like the wheel of fortune. She braces herself for the ride for she is my crip-tonite turn vice versa travaling devoted future unfolding.

A King Beyond The Streets

A long winter wool coat draped down to the flo. Tommy broom sticks concealed within ready to blow. You have made a noise loud enough to make the whole city know. Never step in the way of him in black coat.

Dazed… 

Staring at what you left under the rug. Fast cars like stage coaches. Chased while galloping through the hood. A man with absolutely nothing to lose and no cards to fold. Behind the steering wheel of a pitch fork. All bathed in dripping gold.

This is the only man who can turn a bad Avenue or Blvd block into a quiet safe zone. Without swinging nickel plated frustrated enders of life’s splinters. That needs taking out as quick as word of mouth.

Moving around like drug currency from the south to the north. To the north to the south. The bait car moving up from the south to the north and back to the south for more. The man was made of pure organization and trained thought by core.

He is the only man left in the city with pure heart and never bending a knee to any.

He is a hybrid of anarchy with in hybernation that can wake when tried of patience.

He is just a man…

A human…

I Want The Money Now

Hesitation…

Is know good…

Testing patience…

Don’t do it!

Hunger can turn the lights on to violence.

Heated!

Walking around with lent in his pockets on pins and needles.

Needing!

Not wanting!

Nobody ever gave him nothing!

Not even the last crumb of a blueberry muffin.

This is now the barrel of the gun man.

Wanting everything!

Leaving nothing!

Hands to your side…

Gun to your chest…

This ain’t know test….

You better just do what’s best…

For you!

Begging For Heaven

I want to know, how do you feel?

How was your day?

Do you feel alone and sad at night?

Are you happy?

Are you crying?

What is your favorite color?

What is your favorite food?

Do you like to be held or hugged?

Are you the type to kiss and tell?

Do you believe in love or not?

Do you have a hot spot?

How is your family?

Do you have a family?

What is your favorite season?

I want to know everything about you. If there is something you want to keep to yourself then I’ll respect your silence. I want to walk through your trail that never ends. I don’t play games or leave tear stains for you to blame me for. I want to stay everyday so we can move on. I want to make you earthquake from my every thin touch. If you love me like I adore you and love you then let’s make it official. Putting the stamp on our love sending it. To the hand of a priest ready to release the powers invested in From speech. Can I be yours till we cross heavens doors. Sincerely your smiling clouds above. Kiss me twice so I know it’s real. Kiss me like the first time you could remember how it felt to truly be loved again. Kiss me love and let’s join hands and hearts I solidarity thoughts. Turning cement into concrete solid evidence of love and heavens existence. Forever!

Respect The Photographer Before You…

Why are you smiling at him?

You better stop!

It makes him nervous.

The last time someone smiled at him. He shook there hand. Turned around and got flashed by a well manufactured camera.

When the picture came out of the poloriod camera. There was no one on it… Just blood on the pavement.

It’s nothing personal if your smiling. Just don’t smile at him. The last time someone smiled at him…

He got a camera pulled out on him and placed to his forehead. Only this time the camera didn’t flash…

He was in his jean pockets and took every thing he had. Never smile and show teeth to a man like him.

The last, last, last time he seen someone smiling at him… A dark colored car with dark tinted windows rode past him

Slowly. The passenger of the dark car rolled the window down and was grinning at him.

The dark colored car drove past him up to the end of the block On the corner. The man in the dark car hopped

Out of the passenger side of the car while pulling his ski mask down over his face in the middle of June.

He…. Ran up to him with camera set on automatic taking lots of pictures of him. Missing every shot as the one dodging

Then ducks in between two cars.. The shooter ran out of film and flees off on foot running up the block.

The shooter got no pictures of him…

Let me tell you something…

Don’t ever smile at a man who’s been through war and more…. The last, last, last, last time someone smiled at him…

Four guys with hoodies were walking down the block toward his car. The four guys had their hoodies pulled over their heads.

The man in the car could only see the top and bottom rows of one of the boys gold teeth.

Before the four boys could pull their cameras first and aim at the man in the car.

The man in the car leaned his seat back and reached behind the passengers seat quickly pulling out his camera like paparazzi ready for action.

Flash! Flash! Flash! Flash! Flash! Flash,flash! Flash! Flash, flash! The man in the car leaned I’m the window seal of

The car with his camera and took the pictures of three of the four boys attempting to take his picture.

The man in the car went looking for the last boy that got away around the town. He was very desperate to take his….

portraits perfectly….

Before the man in the car could get to the last boy that got away. A week later he found out on the streets that

The boy he was so desperately looking for… He found out that someone else took his picture.

Let me break it down for you. When you smile at a paranoid, shell shocked soldier who’s been in a mental casket for some years. Resurrected only when his camera goes flashing souls in captivity. Standing up and re walking through the past tense of cruel battles. He knows no happiness, no love, no relationships or friendships. All he know is how to take cameras apart, clean them, put them back together in seconds. Load it up with film and take nothing but head shots. Picture Perfect to the memory.

Please wipe your smiles away in the presence of a man like this…..

 

 

To Succeed At Light Speed

On top of a cold mountain peak is where you’ll find me. The freezing temperatures are like a father. My insulated winter coat hugs me like a mother. Three months it took for me to see. The very top of the mountain peak. I’ve always went where no man would dare go. Even if it meant walking through six feet of thick white snow. Their were no seven dwarfs at the top. Just a flag from someone else marking the rarely seen spot. I’ve made it through so many avalanches. At least up here I don’t have to pay taxes. I went straight to the top like your favorite hit songs. Doing what I had to in order to survive the blizzards and snow storms. I’ve seriously came far enough in my life. To me this is only half way. I’ll keep walking as far as the skylines the very next day.

I know I’m only human but nothing will ever stop me!

The Old Days Of Young Passion

You woke me up with your cold soft hands running down my chest. You touched lips with me then you got out of bed to make breakfast. She had a white tee shirt on and panties and my red bandana socks.

Baby….

Please lose the socks!

She laught lifting the shirt she had on and smacks her sweet thick thighs a said. “Kiss this!”

I smirked and gave her the middle finger. She picked up the white plastic salt shaker and through it at me laughing. I gotten up out of the bed wearing my grey and red sweat pants and white tee. Advancing to my target. While she was cooking the eggs and bacon. I wrapped my warm arms around her body kissing her in the neck… Her hot spot… She said to me.

“Baby I love you so much.”

“Please don’t ever leave me.”

I replied…

“The out come to that will only be what you make it.”

“Respect me stay loyal and never lie to me and we wont have any problems.”