When I got afraid of the boogeyman
or I felt like the air is colder than usual
no matter how silly it might sound
he'd spare some of his time
to let his wrapping arms and long kisses
sing me lullabies to sleep at night

feels very nice lately
cause I get to receive
his mustache sleepy kiss
that is kindda ticklish

place your hands
around my neck
until my heart beats
a hundred times
of nothing
and I'd still
adore you
the same way
you kiss me

they record the untold stories
about those moments about us
how they were shaped the way you like
the first time we met that lovely night
then they got awfully long
as long as our endless fighting song
until I cut them off again
so they stop tickling your nose
when you cuddle me like chain
but my favorite memory they record
is the fact that you're there
watching them grow overtime
brushing them off of my face
kissing them softly before I sleep
filling their space only with your trace

I drink until I forget my name but recall yours
I delete your contact but memorize your number
I hate myself because loving you was easier
I deny your love and you deny mine
I cry because you said "this is the last time"
and smile because you said that countless times

Hard to believe that there are whites that never been around blacks.
And any opinions they have isn't based around facts.

Not hard to believe, there are blacks that not afraid to stand up to whites.
Stand face to face and speak directly to them.

Hard to believe that this world is destroyed by a few for riches and glory.
And that those that cherish it must be the ones to save it.

Not hard to believe, that many churches is under this impression that the president must reflect their views.

When within this world , there different perspective to the office.

Hard to believe that others, could careless about others until they are walking within their shoes.

Not hard to believe, that many think being cruel and rude is the thing to do.
Oh, this world is surrounded by fools.

Hard to believe that many men aren't nothing without a woman.
Not hard to believe that many ladies knows this as truth.

My body is a house
holding dead things inside


My sanctuary desecrated.

College is like being a bird
You jump out of the nest
You have two choices
You either fly
Or you die.

The Boss is always right
as his boss is certainly too
ever a man of far sight
do as he wants you to do.

Quietly knock his door
and before you show your face
knock just once no more
wait for him to say yes.

Watch when you enter his room
if he is beaming or sad
don't invite your doom
he can be worse than bad.

Don't speak if he's busy at work
stand with patience noiseless
to speak never embark
till he looks straight at your face.

If he asks you your job's progress
be ready with all your tricks
the best way to have him impressed
is to confuse him with statistics.

Just ensure the figures add up right
there's no glaring mistake
if one such comes to his sight
no way you retain your neck.

Answer to the point he asks
give him the master's due
never ever try to assert
impose on him your view.

Not try to prolong the discourse
make it very brief and precise
your logic would always be coarse
to the Boss who is far more wise.

Move back facing your Boss
keep it always in mind
what makes him really very cross
is to see your swinging behind.

Once you are back to your seat
your wounds do secretly nurse
vent your head's all the heat
mutter your choicest curse.