Hot/Cold, Part 2
Hot endings, cold starts.
Hot feelings, cold marks.
Hot temper with a cold reaction.
Hot double barrel with cold pump action.
Hot church with a cold congregation.
Hot merch with cold affiliations.
Hot meat, cold wine.
Hot dollar, cold dime.
Hot queens with their cold mink.
Hot kings with their cold links.
Hot art with cold reception.
Hot mirror and a cold reflection.
Hot woman with a cold reputation.
Hot main chick with a cold side on placement.
Hot funk and cold R&B.;
Hot world but the colds all I see.
Hot information, cold intelligence.
Hot faults, then cold recompense.
Hot forgiveness, cold mistakes.
Regardless of what the world intakes.
Hot ignorance and cold oblivion,
are bliss to those who favour dominion.
Hot pathogens and cold diseases.
Hot gold with the cold diamond pieces.
Hot gat within a cold Gucci belt.
Hot knife inside the skin it starts to melt.
Hot love for God and the cold religion.
Hot pain after a cold circumcision.
Hot skin, cold whip.
Hot hands, cold grip.
Hot city, cold ghetto.
Hot calls, but no memo.
Hot rapper with no demo.
Hot baller with no c-notes.
Hot thoughts, cold emotions.
Hot theories and cold notions.
Hot models with their cold body motions.
Hot love before the warm heart ceases.
Hot hatred 'fore the cold heart seizes.
Feb 10, 2014
Feb 10, 2014 at 3:38 PM UTC
Because it’s my birthday I thought I’d release something I was keeping for myself. Enjoy.
On this red planet,
Alone I stand in the vastness
of this scenery in purgatory.
Alone I stand long,
alone I stand king
of this terrain.
With this, something like a kiss,
the way its skin caresses my toes
as they work its way through
the pink sand;
With this I have reached my peak.
I have reached transcendence.
There are no more epiphanies to be had --
I have reached my goal.
Come to terms with my purpose on Earth,
I have sampled ulterior extracts,
while my earthly self does what it does best.
Still the 'Q' I question existences trifles.
Straying from the path crafted by man's willingness to obey.
Now the 'X' I exploit the fact
time is no longer a burden.
Freedom, like raw diamonds
flows through my fingers,
sweat falls upwards and side to side,
and gravity is now an illusion of memory.
This Roman god of war,
bends freely to my will...
Shifting, moulding and grafting into more
than the Earth could ever behold.
This place is not to share,
not this everlasting pink beach with no ocean,
this is mine
and mine alone –
Feb 6, 2014
Feb 6, 2014 at 5:44 PM UTC
Hot skin and cold tears.
Hot love and cold fears.
Hot sun and cold moon.
Hot life and a cold tomb.
Hot feet on cold streets.
Hot bars on cold beats.
Hot thoughts and cold actions.
Hot *** and cold satisfaction.
Hot cars in cold weather.
Hot women with cold style.
Hot ice and cold fire.
Hot mornings and cold afternoons.
Hot fantasy and cold reality.
Hot payments and cold luxury.
Hot pain and cold rain.
Hot anger, cold peace.
Feb 5, 2014
Feb 5, 2014 at 6:21 PM UTC
You'd think that
Keeping such an elegant creature,
A dangerous and revered mammal
Such as the tiger
As what many would call a pet,
Dangerous.
But she is so much more than
dangerous.
She is the embodiment
of finely crafted
Architecture.
Curiosity is the
Driving force behind
her.
Watching my tiger sleep,
pondering what she dreams
does she imagine herself in
Love with me?
Her a woman?
Or me a tiger?
Does she dream of
tearing me apart and
imagine my body
a ****** canvas?
Jungle art.
Lo what
Resides behind this fierce
Black and her
Electric orange
Crown,
I shall
never
know.
Feb 5, 2014
Feb 5, 2014 at 10:34 AM UTC
Well.
I’ve been relieved of my position.
I am no longer captain of this ship,
Reduced to the bard, I am
A shadow in the background.
A chime lost in the wind
of this great Japanese mountain.
Where grand bells ring across
its face, a Titan in the wind –
And echo…
Echo…
Echo until my sounds have been
Rung out and there is nothing
Left until someone looks upon
My cracked and rusted
Exterior and whispers –
“Look, the chime that was forgotten”
Until time itself is rotting,
And I fall from grace,
To the vast corners of space.
Jan 30, 2014
Jan 30, 2014 at 12:24 PM UTC
Disappointment & anger
Cloud my emotions.
They've been played with,
Toyed with like
A ball of
String
In a one sided war with a cat.
Feelings of contempt
Are forged in iron upon
My eyes.
No secret
Hidden from the
Irides.
Furnaces of dragon breath
Burn against my forehead
Cloud my vision
Of sense.
Jan 7, 2014
Jan 7, 2014 at 7:54 AM UTC
Relax
Let me,
Take you on a ride
Through ecstasy
to the
Plains of pink crush
Velvet.
A lush caress
Of perfect peace
While I place sweet pressure
On legs that never cease
And I proceed to fill your cup
Each and every measure.
Jan 7, 2014
Jan 7, 2014 at 7:53 AM UTC
Look at her --
Her walk so eloquent
The way it speaks volumes
The stretch of her legs
Magnified
By the shine and bounce
Of her hair.
Body conversations
She's a great debater.
Masterpiece of clay.
Eyes so pure
When I look into them
We make love,
Love of the soul.
My soul sister,
My queen Cleopatra,
My Aphrodite,
Your beauty can't match
Her beauty.
For hers is not of
This world.
Only angels possess it
And I,
I shall possess it
With a ring,
Wife befitting of a king.
Jan 7, 2014
Jan 7, 2014 at 7:53 AM UTC
A samurai with no lord or master, either after his death, the loss of their favour or their privilege.
My master is done,
Returned to the sun
And I --
I am alone to roam
The unknown.
Jan 4, 2014
Jan 4, 2014 at 6:28 PM UTC
Tomorrow?
Under the dappling moonlight, with no person in sight.
Then with all of my might, and every spark in my soul,
I ruin my soles on a run to your soul,
To catch a quick glimpse from the perspective of my lips,
To quickly meet yours in a swift moment of bliss?
Jan 3, 2014
Jan 3, 2014 at 6:23 PM UTC