If there is only one thing
I am certain
If there is only one thing
I know for sure
It is that expectation
Postponed
Makes the heart break
What is better?
Observation?
How can I observe what I cannot see?
How can I know what is not
In front of me?
All I know is what is routine
If the routine stops
So does the expectation
Once that disappears
You are free

Perhaps we will
Perhaps, we might
Or like Napoleon declining *** said,
Josephine…

“Not tonight”

Life’s full of possibilities
So, try not to be trite.
It could be there in front of you
You blink,

It’s taken flight!

I don't give a **** about shining, staying fresh to death nor reclining

I Just stay rhyming, grinding,finding my inner beast within rooms of my brains asylum

Silence often brings peace, hope this piece can cover my eyelids, then take me to a place where my patience won't turn to violence.

Goodness gracious, these ******* Pirates,Two-Time Bosses stay sliding these hours straight from my time slip.

I hope their ******* time slips, I hope their hours turn to days and when their day's end! their hair will turn gray, I say **** minimum wage, I'll spray lyrical waves upon a crowd before I bath in another hourly trade.

These hours just seem to shave, Potential and pure persistent, a minute is but a grain I'm a slave to its pure existence.

It's funny how we perceive time as these simple digits, that's, past, present, and future now watch as my presents given.

you have been tainted by the
poison of another woman's
touch

before was the
sweet taste of ****** on your
tongue

the way you felt was
innocent as you
extended trust.

all I sense when you are in me now is
another brown-haired girl
feeling you,


hazy marijuana smoke
spewing from her open
mouth.

"To each her own"
I say to my friends
who are insisting
they need to lose weight,
As I choke on a
piece of pizza
I ate too quick