One size never fits all
She hates when I suit her perfectly
And make her feel regular

If I don't make her feel special or unique she doesn't feel oblique
She hates when things are even
Even when she's a believer

She's acknowledges that I'm a great guy
She says that she know I have good intentions
And that I am careful
And cheerful
Which makes her fearful
And even more tearful

She is more comfortable if the fit is snug or skinny
Boot or loose

Just right do not compliment her curvaceous past experiences

She said that in past experiments
She was always wrong when she thought a guy was just right

So now she like them to come scuffed, cut-up, dingy and stained

The defects don't allow their incapabilities to turn into pain

They are now ruined from the time she run into them in the isle, so when they happen to be foul she just wince with a owww
"If I flood her with love she's bound to drown"

She once told me that I was "too good to be true"
She stated how she feels "that if I feel too good about something that's a bad sign"

And I just feel that I came into her life at a bad time
If she would have been tried me on she would still be comfortable
Me and her
...
Her favorite pair

Now she stay with bags in her hands as if she have eight legs
A pair for any day and any way that she feels

I left the rack, but she didn't remove my tag, then she kept the receipt to return me back
...
My kind is that neat pile
My kind is out of style

When you touch me... I feel so lucky
When we touch it is almost too much
Too much love
Too much lust
It feels as if my veins are without blood

When we hug I imagine doves
In mid air
In mid *****

When we kiss all of the lights flicker
The pipes spit
The water drips

When we hold hands, I don't have plans
My entire To-Do list I seem to forget

When we take walks on the beach...
The earth don't even breathe
The water don't even wave
The sand don't even sink

When we make love
The headboard is like a tombstone
The mattress is like a cactus
And the only spring that's sprung is me

When we smile...
Every other personality that's near is expressionless
Is hopeless
Effortless
Motionless
Impotence

When you are around your friends...
Their skin is pale
Their voices can't yell
Their perfumes are stale

...
Let me take a jab at it
You ring my bell
All I can do is laugh at it
It is as if me and you are the only living things

You are my girl
And I think when we are together,
We stop the world

We stop the world
And as you walk in this door
The ink of my pen don't even want to pour
...

I can't live my life this way
A family of Decency
Why would I go stray?

I can't live my life this way
My mother is a mother
Why is my girlfriend something other?

I can't live my life this way
I'm brilliant
What ever happened to being resilient?

I can't live my life this way
Doing anything for the dollar
What's wrong with being a scholar?

I can't keep living my life like this
Because I wasn't born this way.
I learned this...
But I learned a lot of ****
Negativity wasn't all
So what's my excuse?
Whatever I think of would be a lie
So what's the truth?

Truth is...
I'm not really ruthless
Fact is...
I'm acting
To let it be known...
MY MOTHER IS STRONG

How can I betray her this way?
By treating women that way
How can I take the love she gave me
And
Consider the way she raised me
And
...
Disrespect
Not provide
Not secure
The WOMEN

That's almost all she ask of me
That is my role right?
As a MAN
Born by a WOMAN
Born from a WOMAN
Made in a WOMAN
Share the blood of a WOMAN

But I'm not MAN enough to take full responsibility of a WOMAN'S
Child?
Counterpart
Friend
Lover?

What am I then?
Feminine?

Naaaaaaaaaaaawwwwwwww
Can't be
Just a suckah
For not standing up for what I know

The clock is ticking 
... 
And it's time 
...It's time 
It's time that we get our act together 
And disengage ourselves from the miseducation and disorientation 
That we have been suffering from for quite some time now.

I'm tired
... I'm tired 
I'm tired of witnessing the sentences of the corrupted minds chained up to face the consequences of their crimes 
By trading in their freedom 
Trading in their wisdom 
For wasted time 

I'm sighing 
...I'm sighing 
I'm sighing because me and my people are blinded by the quote on quote finest 
Presuming to purchase from producers 
Why are we only consumers?
Just followers of every mindless introducer who is on the screen rhyming steadily binding our youth's futures 

I'm crying 
...I'm crying
I'm crying for the losses of our precious souls, our beautiful smiles that are buried beneath the ground 
By a repetitive loud sound 
Coming out of another hand that is brown 

I find it 
... I find it 
I find it aggravating that the colored brother and sister are becoming further and further lacerated 
Just because me and my brothers underwent emasculation doesn't mean that we should stall on our sisters complete emancipation 
LOVE HER and free her from all agitation 
These are our mothers and the foundations of our nation 

I'm reminded 
... I'm reminded
I'm reminded of our history, our lengthy history which to most of us is a mystery
Way before Arabs, Europeans, Hispanics, and American Natives got creative and began to enslave us.
Before our spirits became diminished by religion 
We valued family, tradition, education, productivity, ownership, land, earth and everything that take part in a birth
Most importantly we valued LOVE

So I'm dying 
... I'm dying 
I'm dying because we are so reliant and dependent on someone who is much more different and much less interested 
Our declension is their intentions 
But when we see the illusion on the television 
We see a little succession 
Why is it that we can easily make the team or get in the studio to sing 
But to become a businessmen is not quite our thing? 

I'm dying 
Because we all just living a dream 
A dream that was once our reality 

I'm dying 
Because we are all asleep 

I'm dying 
Because we are afraid to wake up

Jasmine although your embedded scent is faint, I'm still stuck here with a headache when all I want is rest. My sinuses is a mess. I don't know if I'm crying or lying. I tried cinnamon, turns out subconsciously I was looking for a synonym. I didn't get the same adrenaline. So now I'm lonely again. Wondering why did you leave, missing your semievergreen leaves, bless me with your presence as I sneeze. I want you to bloom, replant yourself back into my room.

A baby girl it was
It is
Anticipated this scream about 40 weeks ago
Her scream
And her scream
They both scream
Then his knees, his heart , his eyes
What a disguise
His scream stays inside
We're glad she didn't stay inside
05/23 it was meant to be
Around 7 o clock
Mommas nerves was shot
She had to carry , *****, lose sleep, push , bleed ... Breathe breathe!! Wear and tear but it's all fair once we saw her hair; she's almost here
Oh dear
More fear
Oh dear are those tears?
Once revealed the entire room's mood healed
And she just yelled at us as we welcomed her into her new world
Yep she's a girl
As the man cuts the cord
Everyone is trying to figure out who donated her curls; her hair
Only thing we can do is stare
And match her face all over the place
Connect her traits
To mommy and daddy
Through all this fight they still remain happy
She's just adorable as she can be
Adorable as they let her
I wonder did daddy see this inside mommy when he first met her?
A diamond coming out the rough
Now first hand we all understand that 10 centimeters is all of our 10 million dollars; well spent
Right there ******* the nurses thumb
Ohhhhh that's too cute I'm done
Naaaawwww but she really did almost make me cry
**** you Sa'Rai
They no longer think I'm the tough guy!
Sigh ...
A girl and her name is Sa'Rai
And God was so right
He brought forward life
Kayla invested all of her might
You go Kayla !!
Sorry for cheering while you was weary

But Sa'Rai is just so dearly
She keeps me at peace
My first niece

All mighty
Little Sa'Rai Riley

Dear April

I have no Sunflower 
And no seeds 

I have acres of space 
And one stem 
...me

I have a few women skipping through 
With Sun hats on without a brim 
So their eyes are squint 
They can't really focus in on their desires 
So they end up on the other side of the field where the lushness has expired 
In no man's land, but in everyone hands

I only want to be sprung by one woman's spring showers
April, may you rain down on me? 
March right onto my grassland and uproot a beautiful flora 
I wouldn't mind if you carved a river right in my bed 
A deep river 
With a steep Fall
That keeps us streaming through Halloween and Thanksgiving 

April my lady, currently how warm you make me feel I don't think there's no degrees below that can put our flow on hold 
So we'll never have to intervene throughout the blizzard or thaw out after winter

April can you be my sunflower 
And one day allow me to pollinate 
So we can have some seeds? 

I'm no longer interested in summer, although she is hot; however, summer has always been a drought for me 
Not anymore 
In June was the last time I allowed Julie to Lie to me (july)

April I've done all my spring cleaning 
Now can you comfort me with your yellow petals, and promise me a bunch of Florets closely packed in a spiral?

Where's your make up honey?
What happened to your hair?
New style
That's a different pair
New attitude ; that's cool
Realization that the new trend is rude
Huh? What you say?
You said at this rate the next fashion statement have to be ****
No more clubbing?
You tired of sharing spaces in places where you have to refer to Men as "dude"
Strangers steadily attempting to intrude
Now you making plans with family and friends
I heard you saying that you rather enjoy yourself with the people who been with you since the long ways
Recollecting the old days
I'm glad that the feeling is now mutual
And that you are finished with trying to be cute
Because you are already simply beautiful

The night is here and the wind is slightly rushing at our entrances; although, inside the climate has it's differences. In between the thermostat providing warmth, dimmed vision, television illuminating our faces, cinnamon scents floating through the vents, my arms are imprinted from your sudden firm grips. It's my lap you sit as we watch continuos scenes of outburst, followed by your hysterical vocal siren. Unsure if this movie is actually getting scary or if its because the Hennessy mixed apple cider is wearing. As the fallen leaves picks up by the breeze I can hear growing alerts of "trick or treat", which happens to be the most exciting sight of your night. Seeing you so enthused by the little costumes, loving how well you are with the young; therefore, it's blissful to witness you having so much subtle fun. Temporarily able to shut ourselves back inside and it is obvious that the gusts have been having it's way with your bun. Reposition as "Netflix and chill" get back real. You get your last shivers out as you find shelter for your arctic feet. Took us a couple of tries to agree on what's comfortable, finally. Now I'm back to supporting your marshmallow like body in my tightened arms when I'm stricken by this rush of paradise. The feeling of triumph, due to being able to give you what you ultimately asks of me. You didn't know you'll be spending nights like this with your superhero dressed in a white T-shirt and grey sweatpants. The uniform that none of the candy seeking children glorifies; however, they don't know how high I jumped, how hard I stomped, how straight I punched and how fast I had to run to save you from all those jokers.

" Lovestance abuse"
Loving someone who's in love elsewhere is a drug that can leave us strung with out healthcare or no welfare 
I'm addicted 
I'm a hype for her body as cheese is to a mouse, but I didn't read the words that's scripted 
Them very small words which list the effects that occur on the side 
If I would have skimmed through it I would have been warned to only use her when I'm in need, major side effect is greed 
Momentarily I can gain the impression that I'm where she want to be 
Soon as my high come down she's no longer around 
As my heart cracks from the disappearance of her sweet partnership; scientific term co-Caine 
In reality she's with him and no substance can fix that pain 
But the reality and severity never stop me from using 
And it never stopped her from choosing the option to provide me with her toxins 
When my veins bulge she's in control 
When my eyes are red I'm being mislead 
When she dissolves on my tongue everything goes numb 
I try to wing myself off, but I'm withdrawn by the loosening of her drawstrings 
It's hard to rehabilitate 
I need her in bulk 
Grams and ounces is arousing 
But now I need to be astounded by her pounds 
Her motion and her potion keeps me overdosing 
But would I use her all up if I could? 
If her loved one became sick of her *** 
Would I be alarmed and continue to inject her in my arm? 
With witnessing how awful she treat us all in the long-run 
Becoming a *** in the marathon
Her truth holds a secret within 400 meters 
The truth is if she look, taste, and feel like a drug 
She's a drug 
Use her, but don't fall in love

Only Sometimes
•Sometimes I whine 
When after all 
I'm just drunk on alcohol
And In reality I didn't get to lick her 
I didn't get to kiss her 
I thought adding apple pucker 
To my gin 
Will pretend to be her lips 
But it was only a sip 
•Sometimes I whine 
When it's time to unwind 
And I spritz perfume in the air
And through the midst of it all I realized
That the scent didn't come from off of her skin 

Sometimes I pout 
When I remember the way in which she denounced 
Leaving me to be without 
I don't know how to withhold 
When I'm alone 

So sometimes my mouth tremble 
When I have to settle 
I don't want to, but 
I'm trying to get better 

And sometimes I'm a grouch 
Excuse some of the things that blurt out of my mouth 
It's hard being compatible to the last resort 

Sometimes I beg 
"Please come back to put a end to my dread" 
I don't care if when I leave she feels mislead

Sometimes I'm sad
And to cover it up I brag 
Manipulating my hads to haves anyone who know the whole truth 
know that I'm a lie and a half 

Not all the time I have a way to cope 
Sometimes I can't try
Sometimes I just cry

I'm holding you hostage in this trifling state because I am dead broke without you 
I'm not asking for much 
I'm talking on the phone with your father to get a better understanding on how to contain you 
I shouldn't need tape 
Handcuffs 
Nor do I need a threatening weapon 
I will keep my voice low 
And only thing that I will insist on is that you stay put and
Don't move 
Do you need any water, or do you want anything to eat?
Grilled chicken breast, cabbage, macaroni and cheese, and a slice of corn bread; then wash it down with some simply lemonade? 
And after that you can sip a little red wine if you want to 
...I mean it's up to you
Your father told me that you love peach cobbler with vanilla bean ice cream for dessert 
But the ice cream have to be on the side; not touching the cobbler 
Because the ice cream will melt too fast he said
He say if I really want to keep you in place I must have that recipe down packed 
I been practicing and gathering all of the top of the line ingredients for my blueprint 
I've been thinking of this master plan for awhile and it took me this long to adultnap you 
How does it feel to be my adultnappee? 
Am I acting according to how they do it in the movies? 
No? 
I know when CCN get ahold of this letter it will make history 
...well you know like all of the other stories that make it nation-wide dies in about a week or so 
And our story will allow a loophole;
a loophole for more serious issues which regards to most of the nation become kept from our attentions 
That's just how it go 
It will make history just by the fact of me doing something that's so far against the law; however, I will receive no punishment 
It also will make history when the world see our relationship after the encounter 
They'll see awkwardness 
Like "how can they be together and he kept her in that predicament for so **** long"?
Yeah they'll slander you, but they don't know what condition you were held in 
I'm staking all that I have on this transaction here 
I'm risking all of my freedom 
I don't mind being locked up if you are the catch 
22years is nothing 
We can renew every time we get a new, old feeling 
JUST GIVE ME EVERYTHING!!!
Tell your father if he doesn't give me everything than someone's gonna die;.... and it isn't gonna be you....... 
I just hope that the both of you care about me enough to let me steal everything away of you (not from you) 
I need everything or else....
And I don't need you to try to escape just play it safe 
Give me the combination to the safe 
And I will ventilate the space 
Close it behind me 
Oh that reminds me 
If this doesn't go how I expected it to 
Sorry I never meant to harm you with love 
Tell my family that I love them all
Especially tell my mother I said thanks for raising me well 
She said love doesn't cost a thing

Aching...
Aching in a place where I only thought love was generated.
Frustrated...
Frustrated in a area where I thought, my thoughts sought and fought for understandings

Chilly, shivery, nippy, bitter,
Like the runt of a litter

Tired; not drowsy
Tired; not sleepy
Tired; not sluggish or slumberous

Tired as in worn, burned-out, weary...
...Done

It is not only that you do not feel the effects,

You don't even see them on my face

You look at me everyday,
I just look back
If you don't have a clue
If you don't ask, or don't care
That's a clue
That's my Q
Dont ask Y
When you become my X
...
At night I've been losing Zs
I have to start paying more attention to I
I gave up all of my energy, and now I'm running on E
So now I don't give a F

LOL (Lost Our Love)
You lost it too; I'm J/K (Just Knowing)
I'm glad IDK (I Didn't Kneel)
Now I have to B.S (Block Sensitivity)
And ***** (LET MY ******* ANGER OUT)

I miss a girl that I never had
I miss a girl that I never got a chance to know
I mean
I knew of her
I met her
Hell I almost sexed her!
(To fill in the blanks on the reasons why I wish I could have kept her)
Well listen and get a hold of our road
...(sigh)
Every odd consecutive day we walked each others path
Me never recycling the way in which I said hello and so she laughed with the sequence
It was like we had already fixed ourselves a bond before we formally met
Me sensing that I know her without knowing how to spell her name
Then a dry spell came
...
Weeks and months without the ability to wink or say wassup
I seen a lot of smiles but I wanted to see her teeth and her cheeks go up
But... But... But...
I've been searching for her much, weaving through grime and muck; hoping to run into her like a buck
(I bet a buck that her sense(cents) can change me)
Break me down, loosen me up and make me feel belonged
So like AB I'll turn my back for bronze if I'm currently living wrong
Silver or gold; the bottom line is that we all have two sides
I just embrace my other half
I coincide with love; so coincidentally here she comes
...
Next thing  you know I was programming her num
Then texting with thumbs
Lastly expressing with a sensible heart and a mind that's numb
But in mutual her lips was dumb and her tongue was tranquil
Odd how at this point in time she was the joint between my foot and leg
The neck that supports my head

But she didn't know it...

So I tried taking different angles
Stopped being so emotionally degreed
Then I was making my point through latitude
Seeing how high can we go
How much can I show
Other than the things I only can say
...(sigh)
So I held her hand
Gazed in her face
When asked I invaded her space
I gripped her waist
And drenched her laced
Whatever trickled down did not go to waste
My tongue soothed every nerve
And swerved every curve
...
I also made sure that she was straight
Went on a few dates
Wandered around a few lakes
I played it safe
Didn't want to keep her out too late
...(sighing and jaw tightening)
And suddenly I happened to be too late
And she never even told me
She just implied it

Loving me isn't that hard and I don't think she even tried it
I also don't think she disguised it
(Light bulb)
As I'm reminded
She didn't even hide it
She basically told me that I was a temporary alignment to her future assignment
I didn't recognize the vibes
I didn't know that she wasn't mine
Because I was too occupied by making wishes inside of her eyes
(Think, think, think)
(Sink, sink, sink)
(Blink, blink, blink)

I knew you were all ******* with him, but I doubted that the rope was sturdy. How sudden the both of you unraveled when I laced you up was music to my ears like attached strings, you know guitars and things? Ha but anyway I'm about to get dressed can yu help me with my tie? Oh you thought I was about to hang around like a noose? I'm not that type of guy... Im into assortment... Hit me on my cordless.

Who understand me more than myself?
Exactly!!
That's why I never look around for help
Love been scarce every since I was whelped
Into this world when no one cares if you whelm your resistance
Here, there's no value of tradition
No nature of culture
Just individuals
Lack of spirituality
So many different religions, but no one speaks to humankind
...Just their own kind
If it doesn't matter to them they don't mind
If you don't see it how they visualize, then you must be blind
Leave it up to them, they wouldn't even want the rest of us to synchronize
The world run on the fact of us being divided
And it is the innocence in me and you that is being misguided
I was raised to be a menace
But The things I witnessed
Made me wanna change positions
Come to realize
That good intentions can conclude in your non-existence
But don't let me persuade you to resistance
Especially if you're not from the bottom of the hill
If you never had to deal
If you always had cooked meals
Always had crisp bills
To me all the things that seemed so surreal
But I still know how you feel
No one get a break
But coming from where I'm from
We were never fixed in the first place
Only thing free is negativity
Shaped to destruct the streets since elementary
Teachers weren't even supplementary
Everyone who surrounded me was drowning
And if we tried to sniff out a plan we were hounded
They never prevented crimes, they just enforced the law
So we got what we wanted, but we couldn't keep it
They allowed us to do our dirt, in order to sweep it
That's why I'm offended when America fear me
When all I did was play defense
I'm trying to put a end to this disastrous sequence
Someone told me I was too ridiculous
And that I needed to show lenience
I replied
That's the reason why our entire skin tone has been living with grievance
We just need all allegiance
We don't need no alliance
The hell with compliance
Amongst ourselves we must have reliance

Because without everyone's input we will never reach our triumph

I hate living in a society where the chaos is so cryptic and over looked by a overflow of major events and mass material. The chaotic tendencies of our nation is so systematic and crafted that most of us are able to feel unaffected. I much rather everything be ruthless and blatant so we can be aware that we're going through the stages of ruination.

Naive to my neck
A Knee deep *******
Full of ****

She was my grit
I let her slip through my grip
Her love was off the charts
How can I erase her from my grid?

Pin point affection
Shot directly through my heart

She was suppose to be the apple of my eye
But I slept on her
Literally she was my foundation
Because I stepped on her
She always tried to give me a hand
But I kept from her

Soon as she tried to leave
... There's welts on her...

I got my nerves, for my heart to be on my sleeves

To try to dictate her life
After she gave all she had

Selfishness surging through my pores

I didn't comfort her
But had a problem when she walked towards the door

Say no more
Yeah I'm lyrical
But I wonder if I'm ever gonna be ...

... be boyfriend material

I call it 'the relay' because we take someone else's efforts and hand that energy over to another person. Someone who happens to be more ideal for your predetermined mind. However that same energy passes through that same host only to temporarily live inside someone who they're too interested in more than they are you. it's a relay that replay until one person delay the cycle with handing over a baton that only fits that other person's grip.

Tell me how many times you gonna walk by?
Well just as many times as I won't say hi
Both of us just hoping
From a distance I try to adjust my focus
Through all the commotion
I'm still scoping
I would stare you down
Until you come around
Then I look away
Then you go stray
Now I can't wait ... to see your face
Just my luck
You pop up
I wasn't ready
I'm carrying something that's heavy
I look like I'm struggling
And you are looking ****
I would assure you that I'm strong
Only If you let me
I promise to you Katrina that I'm not weaker than the levees
I grab life by the horns
I'm built to last
And I run deep like a Chevy
... You wanna ride?
You can run
And you can hide
But here I come
Don't be surprised
What old head said
I utilized
Straight to the point
I never slur
I'm not sly
Why?
I thought you were?
I couldn't tell
I won't tell
Lets just bail
And go mingle
Even though you're not single
Oh
No?
Say no more
But wait!
What you was looking for?
Why were we locking eyes?
Flirtatious statements
Smiles on faces
Anticipated conversations that were never created due to hesitation
... You faking
But I'm patient
I'll know when he not around
But I'm not waiting
Oh he left you?
I woulda left too
Now that I know
That yooooouuuuuu's ah h.......... !

Have you ever wondered?
... Out of all them people,
Who is the ONE that you wish you were still with today?
Then, until now...
Still hanging around
Maintaining
Yea yea yea, "everything happens for a reason, what goes around comes around, or he works in mysterious ways"
I AIN'T TRYNA HEAR ALL THAT ****
...
SHE'S GONE
She left, doing the only thing that was right
She was down, but had to get up and go
Even though we moved on; I want her back
If this world was mine, she'll be the bodies of water and the lush that fill my map
And instead of trying to dig up dirt
I'll float her boat
Right alone the coasts, the rivers
Offer coats, when she shivers
...
I wonder where is she now?
Now since I have my act together
How can I assure her that deviation is not directing my intentions this time?
That I'm not just trying to make a scene?
I'm not about to settle for another cameo role!
Nor am I trying to win a Oscar
I have more than general hospitality
I want her to have all my children
So we can cherish the days of our lives
Lasting longer than a soap opera
... Before I just wanted to be a show stopper
Not really making change
When she was hurt, I just wanted to assist her
Not be the nurse
But at first I didn't realize; I didn't register for that
I posed to be more than what I seemed
Not being actuality to what she dreamed
She didn't get ideas from out the blue
I really said them things
But it's not until now that I really mean them
Now and thens are different
Every now and then I wish she knew that
Only if I was like this from the gates
...
But since I wasn't its too late

Pretty wings 

You have pretty wings 
So use them 
Spread them to the greatest span 
And let no man abuse them 
Even if that mean I have to let you go 

I want you to fly away and free yourself of all repression 
Become smaller and smaller to every person of bad intentions 
As you rise higher and higher
Spread your wings wider 
Flap ferociously
Soar hopefully 
My eyes will be following you emotionally 
The translucency of your wings 
And the colorfulness of your feathers 
Amuses me 

But sometimes we all take you for granted so without panic 
Reach your own pinnacle 
We will come to realization when you exceed your culmination 

Use your pretty wings to fly away 
Because accepting someone who's is unacceptable 
Is like clipping your primary flight feathers 
You will always be too chicken to reach high elevations 

Pretty wings 
And fluffy clouds 
You're gonna feel turbulence leaving us behind 
But don't come down

Pretty wings

Do you ever glance at your watch?
Like never?

... Yeah it shows
Explains your bad timing
Your selfish ways
Your nonchalance
Your all nighting
Your need to play
Your childish taunts

Explains why you are here and there
In and out
Everywhere
Except at the house

Explains why you can't explain
"I am busy" are the only words that you can say

When dinner is preparing
The chicken is turning
Pasta is churning
Bread is burning

It's you who I'm learning
I fix my plate 30 minutes early
Knowing that you gonna be late
8 turns into 8
Night turns into morning

And you out by noon because of something suddenly alarming

But whenever my call pop up you steadily ignoring

In a relationship where one person live by eastern timing and the other is 3 hours behind

How do they ever spend time?

When one person speaks English and the other speaks German

How do they ever rhyme?

When one person is alone and the other is accompanied

How do they ever bind?

And if I'm never on your mind
Why don't I nevermind?

And stop letting time roll by

Every minute
Your'e never in it

Every second
I always come second

And every time the long hand reaches 12
I'm always by myself

I might buy you a digital watch to see if that helps

I especially love Ex's when they're in one another's presence. The chemistry is still there; just have to apply the energy

She's looking for this perfect guy that only exist in heaven.
But she don't pray on him
She prey on weak men
Little that she know; the smaller the meal,
The more servings she needs
So her deeds seem like she doesn't wanna get saved
Her last dude make her resentful
Her new spirit is sinful
Yet, she looks for a guy to be forgetful
Someone who turns to the other cheek
Who don't mind when she creeps
Just praise him every now and then
All the things she thinks makes the perfect man
She won't even settle for a priest
And she far from a Nun herself

How many perfect men do you know?
None.
Or else...

We live in a society where lawyers defend guilty people, judges dictate someone's freedom and get paid in large amounts while earning the upmost respects by the greater population. We have teachers civilizing the young and innocent, but rewarded much less. Do you see the cycle?

If you check the forecast
I bet you wouldn't figure that all of the people who were once starring in your life will later voluntarily accept a cameo role

They'll cast the brotherhood right into the wind
No matter the degree of the cordiality

If you check the weather now the radar will predict clear skies
Eventually there will be turbidity and heavy rainfall
And a thunder storm that will send all of the forged people striking

You'll be cold as hail
But you'll rather be cold as hell
Before you be hot as pandemonium surrounded by counterfeit persons

So I encourage you to check your forecast before you cast your life with beings who's used to being trife or slight

If they're unwilling to walk with you through your tight fog
I will give you an insight
Don't allow your eyes to precipitate
Monitor your satellite
And it's so SAD about life
So you'll have to condense your map
And don't allow everyone to make the legend

Well organized and tidy
Murals, collages, trophies, crafts
Feelings, emotions, blood, sweat, and tears all captured , saved and put on display

Studiedly  I walk station to station in amazement

Recalling and recollecting, but hesitant to reminisce on the bliss and carefulness that's swept and swift

Taken out of humanity to share, and placed into a strategy for only eyes to stare

So the only way that we can become engaged is on field trips or when we vacate?

Hands off the glass , and please no pictures sir!!!
Is the blockade

Well may I at least purchase a souvenir?

But I Thought love didn't cost a thing?

I also thought love was suppose to be balled into my heart , not placed onto the wall for art.

This museum has artifacts that date back;  way back , prior to the common era in fact

Love was used all over the world, evidently it didn't discriminate , but it separate ones from others, sometimes it hesitates because of it's density , because  if no reciprocity then the love become logically lessened

Love taught a lot of lessons , and raised a lot of personal questions

Hearteologists seems to have it all figured out

They say centuries ago love evolved with a color , a shape, a phrase , and a holiday.

An image
More so an image and no longer a feeling
The image that allowed Hearteologists to dig up, find and study any evidence , empires, households... the culture of love

The past half of a century the television developed and became everything except supplementary

So as viewers look at the screen they witness love as only being inside the characters jeans

When really love is hereditary, a trait that we all carry in our genes from the first beings

Now to be placed on the wall, behind plexiglass

Only to be put into perspective from 10am. until 6pm.
Mondays through Saturdays

As for the human race
You, I and true love can never link

Love is in a museum because love is extinct

It's a fiasco that Lupe had to ask fo'
That old school lovin'

From his new school sistah
And his brand new brotha

We have cousins who only want to shine like mcnuggets
Golden and frozen
Only to consume materials and chemicals
Unidentical to anyone who is Familial
Being a individual is habitual

My Old Head once said
That love is the ultimate residual

He also said that if you want to go fast, then go ahead and 'haul ***'

But if you want to go far, then let's all grab a hand and we can make it to Mars

We had wise elders
Working men and women
Destined young children

A household of resilience

Today I don't see the resemblance

Now days our commonality is technology brilliance
Common sense hindrance
Essentially ignorant
Aesthetically belligerent
Peer success is resented
Pure disrespect is persistent
Disconnected by the church
Dispirited by the religion

Freedom must I mention
...
Is unattainable by oneself
You have to love and be love
Help and be helped

Lupe feel what I felt
Why must we be negligent to Old School Lovin?

I miss the old school woman
Or am I just a expired man?
With a discontinued heart,
And past due plans...

I miss the old school family
Or am I just a terminated son?
With a ceased smile
And a elapsed interpretation of fun

I thought the past impacted the future
But I will take a pass on my future
As long as you are away

As long as I'm here
As long as you love me
Gimme that old school love right now

The dude that never wants problems, or
Do not have a thing for danger
Always gets confronted by trouble

That's why I make danger my business
I'm the suspect
The accused
The guilty
Not the witness

I never got into picking on someone who feared me or just wasn't dangerous at all

It's the head first collisions
And blood baths
That make my **** hard
Everyone isn't like that though

So
If you don't have *****
No matter what position you are in
***** **** *******
Even soft butts

So you know what?

Grow some nuts

The position I'm in is like a deserted island. A lot of time to have man to man discussions with myself. Steadily scheming on how to intercept my goal. Only two routes I can go. Cut into her directly or fade away. Im already standing in my own endzone so a interference is plausible. Thinking about how many times I let us down during this drive. I didn't tackle everything I had to, so with that being said I will run it back at any given time.

Try being a writer who loves to express with words, however driven by deep emotions and most times words can not quite explain to your reader the depths of how you feel. Example phrases like "I love you" are understatements.

There's a handsome man behind this mean-mug somewhere I know it, but I just can't show it 
There's mellow eyes behind my ferocious stare somewhere I just can't let you see it 
There's a gentle touch behind my aggressive grip somewhere I just can't feel it 
How about my smile that lives inside of my frown,
Only if it was implanted where my heart is I'll know how to start it 
My sunken head that is placed on my sturdy neck,
Only if I knew how to flex 
I can keep my chin from being pinned in my chest 
Careless and fearless; when really I'm so considerate and startled by what holds of tomorrow 
It's just hard to know that side of me 
Hard to pry out what's inside of me 
All the knives in my back 
You would think people was trying to get to my core 
But it was done only to score 
The real me is detained 
I strain to show the sol that's inside of me because I'm drenched by rain 
My soul isn't overwhelmed by pain 
I don't let pollution penetrate 
...I filter 
And obviously I don't let my feelings 
Pour or strain 
The lemons of my life aren't peeled so my concentrate is unreal
I concentrate on adding water so I can purify my life 
Detained inside myself

History in the making 
We make history because our love isn't basic 
Basically we're going to grow branches on our family tree 
Just to clear up any historicity 
And/or animosity 
You know what's catastrophic? 
Love isn't logic!!!
So you can remind yourself 
But if you don't align yourself 
You can find yourself by yourself 
So look what's behind yourself 
If it has always been your fault 
Then shift in your ways 
And hope that you can escape the aftershock 
Enough of the lessons 
Back to our blessings 
We can travel a thousand islands 
Or we can live on a ranch 
And for our dressings 
Vests and dresses 
Suits and knee-high boots 
Overalls; we can be free as the nevertheless too 
That's artistic **** 
I'm a simplistic dude 
Simple beauty is what I'm into 
Your mind and your organisms 
Your smile when your stomach tickles 
The way in which you sneeze when your nose sniffles 
When you're coughing you always act like you're headed to your funeral 
Then I have to tell you to stop being so dramatical
Love and history is grammatical and non-fictional 
It's true 
So truly historiography should only be studied by those who love biology 
The study of life and living things 
Human beings with cells and rib-cages
Meant to lock themselves up with attached strings 
To shoot bowing arrows
Loving each other all the way down to one another's bone-marrow 
She said I'm gonna miss you so I used my thumbs in act for tissue 
Our love will be on the cover of the book of love, volume 1 the first issue

OH MY GOD! You have the most thoughtful, detailing and creative mind ever known... My goodness

Can you keep a secret of mine? 
When I give it to you I want you to have it ok? 
It's yours 
Yours and only yours 
If I tell you this, promise to never judge me 
Promise to never tell anyone 
Pinky? 
Pinky (confirmation) 

I release her smallest finger slowly and gently 
She takes a long and deep breath 
Stares at me softly 
Of course her looks always tenderizes my mind 
Especially when she starts to smile, it allows my heart to chime 
She smiles out of concern and anxiety 
As she urges me to hurry up 
Ok ok ok ... 
Bring me your face I say 
She brings her ear near 
Her smile disappears 
As mines climbs 
My lips grazes her lobe 
As I tell her

...................................

My whiskers, whisper and bass of my voice makes her moist 
Now aloud I tell her to make a choice
So she chooses 
Our bodies instantly fuses 
She couldn't hold the secret 
She tells more and more 
As I get deeper and deeper

I can't see it coming down my eye, so I gotta let the poem cry
My head held high, but my heart is in my stomach
My stance is sturdy, but I need to take a seat
A strong man who's afraid to show signs of being weak
Holding in all this emotion, is just making my eyes even more bleak
I'm usually good with coping with commotion, but as you get older the stakes get a little more steep
The stairs get a little bit closer
My eyes are dry so the stares got a little longer
Day dreaming all night
The fight is lingering around so I'm a loner
If I let it all out i'll be more resounding then a moaner, pounding an extensive *****

I can't see it coming down my eye
It almost spilled over this morning
The image in the mirror kept it from pouring
Reminded myself that self is the only help
But if I focus too much on that notion my eyes will begin to melt
So I show my back to that reflection
I'm hunched over in the house, but when I come out I suddenly get erected

I can't see it coming down my eye
But what can hurt if I eject it?
Why do I get the feeling that I'll be lessened?
But lemme teach you a lesson, that if it hurts don't be afraid to let the water works because your feelings will be disconnected

So I gotta let the poem cry
Each word is woeful
I can't see it coming down my eye
My iris is blessed, but my fingers is in distress
All this written whimpering I'm doing my fingers are twisted signaling the west

I can't see it coming through my vision, coming through my lenses, through my ocular instruments

So I gotta let the poem whine, the poem sob, my ink pen form salinity globs

Not understanding why you elect him ahead of me; he takes you for granted... Me, I take you for panic!!!

My eyes dream a lot
Dot dot dot

I don't know why but my mind sing a lot
La la la

ITS ALL FAKE
I'm just caged into a phase that I cannot escape
Missing a few people that I cannot replace
Chasing a few others who's not in the race
But it's a tale of one girl that my mind is having a hard time to create
Is it that I can't relate?
Or is it that she's so real that I can't be awake?

I wish that she was mine, but my eyes are having a hard time
Everytime I blink I reset my connection
So I force my eyes to stay open, and I almost cry for reanimation
Then I look away, ...and there goes my elation

My diaphragm doesn't have any strength and my Adam's apple doesn't have any vibration

I usually can visualize, then harmonize upon divine relations
She's the only girl who can appear in my spaces
And make my mind and eyes go spacious
...just when I thought I was creative

I'm so tenacious, but my imagination is sedative
I don't know how my musical tongue became dumb
She's ideal to fantasize about and vocalize In regard to

My eyes are soft, but to paint the perfect loft, it's hard to
I try to stay on key but my lips are locked
I try to stay on beat, but when I hear the tap of her feet my heart drop

Why won't my unreality and melody write her a song?
Because it's only right if I wrote her a poem !

I long the lie of love that tells the truth tonight

The testament is usually in the pudding, but now the proof is in the mud

I'm hurting ,
So no wonder why I'm *****

I've been rolling around in the ooze all afternoon; since I heard the news

Maybe I wouldn't be so blue if I would have picked up on clues

That the lie of love is true

My true love lied to me,
Because her new love is surprisingly

Couldn't even dare remind her of me, nor would she recollect any average joe

gents cannot be gentle
jack cannot have her back
She elude from dude
Because every ******* was joking

Now how a cat like me suppose to land back on my feet, when felines is her hoping?

I'm not a hound anymore,
Though I can still smell the love that our bodies cook, and the hemoglobin we partook

I cannot believe; not even in my dreams, because I still go to sleep instantly waking up thinking how is it that I can make up?

But it ain't enough Mac in the world that can attract this girl

However, I take full responsibility for my lack of durability

We went astray about 48 months back, and it still effect my agility

But the psychology is hindering , so I am remembering how can you stretch your horizon with such great expansivity

I am skeptic of your security, considering that it is in the nature of anyone who is of femininity to react gently

What happened?
Don't you have muscle memory?

I never suspected you of this sort of mingling

I apologize if I have harsh opinions on these kind of atypical tendencies

I wish that you can understand my reasonings

Look if that's yo flavor then I respect your seasoning, I just hope that it's like Fall and not overall

But wait don't be annual, and even if it isn't me... I just want to remind you of what makes life substantial

Reproducing and evolution
Caused by interactions between the female's canal and the male's channel

...here, I'm handing you back your manual

Gender roles
Gender roll
Gender woes

What you don't know can't hurt you
... Shiiiittt
What you are unaware of can **** you
Take advantage of you
Oppress you
Neglect you
Stress you
You don't have to be Russian
Just be oblivious, and America will roulette you
...
Educate yourself
Young men
Young women
We the content of the masses
Who turn our backs on one another,
Only to bear the government's lashes
They been digging up gold
Only to treat us like plastic
But truth is everyone want to be a rapper
Not knowing they're signing up to be a wrapper
We see success as being on the other side of the camera
So we take note of celebrity's smiles and laughter
But never consider their jobs as actors
Actors and actresses putting on emphasis
Exaggerating
And we're just gravitating
So much in support
Can't realize the distortion
The propaganda they're forcing
That money makes us
Makes us familiar
Makes us happy
Makes us better
And schemingly they show us that we can acquire everything without being educated
So the dumber you present yourself; the bulkier
the pention
Listen!
Television
Is Tell-A-Vision
We're watching a show, a performance
A rehearsed message
A vow
A clown
A style
That have beeeeeeeennn around
...
We have to think logically
Have patience
And understand that there is one life
But many worlds
Find out which one is yours
Obtain knowledge before you explore
...
If you're not wise, you don't control your guide
But if you arm yourself with knowledge, awareness; lore
You open the doors

Do you love me, or do you just love love?