Please, keep in mind,
                   Great minds,
                           don't always think alike.

They say time heals everything:
My hearts been on watch. Any attempt to form a time frame, would be in vain. Besides, I can still hear you name. See your lips, when you speak mine. Looking at your bright blue eyes, while the sun shines.  

I should have known:
Trying to hold on to a feen-ex and get burnt. Lesson learnt. Problem is, I'm addicted to the hurt, our pain. It burns. But, God gave us feelings to feel with so its fine. At least, that's how I played it out in my mind.  Lessons
mean more when they are learnt. Lost but forgotten, never the case, quickly replaced with a familiar face. Bigger fish in the sea: such a waste.

I thought about it; if you could remove all the people you have to deal with on a daily basis; then life wouldn't be that bad.

Letting other people's weaknesses, weaken you or you will remain weak; forever, positively; a negative.

Don't let other people's facades live vigorously through you, or end up missing out on your own.

Slaving away at these words.
given to me, to give away.
Neglected if they went ignored.
Recognition  is all they seek.
Their appearance is absolute.
Their existence undeniable.
Their placement so unique.
Witness and appreciate the release.
Crafted from a thought.
Manifested what it brought.

Sold my soul to the game, wasn't cheap.
Loves you at first, then it plays for keeps.
Finally light outside; another night on the streets.
Couple grand in my hand, trying to feed my little man.
Get rich or die trying; change of plan.
To get this money; had to give my right hand.
Life's a *****; I blame that on the man.
Another hustle, another day
another hommie, getting carried away.
Pray for the strong, that prey on the weak.
Protect me soul, when we finally meet.
Got my name from woman,
Learn game from the street.
God ain't answering my prayers,
must be waiting til we meet.
Focused on the money,
I'm just trying to eat.
Killing myself, trying to make ends meet.

if haters and fakes, kept it real, and weren't snakes: we all could enjoy a piece of the cake.

Watch your steps,
these dudes Big Harry
and they Hindersons
But, i'm here now,
like its; just begun.
king kong, up steps,
dragging *******, for 4
furlongs, teachers pet
hair and gone

The first time, You and I making eye contact, is like getting high off of  second hand contact; then you said Hi, didn't know how to respond back, instead, had my friend, give you my contact. That was a while back; so surprised, we finally got in contact: But, when you sent that text, I was fixing my contact, jumped up in shock, my eye and Iphone made contact, ended up deleting all of my contacts: it's the only reason I didn't respond back.

/ShiˈTHi(ə)rēəl/
She·the·re·al:*  

Adjective
an extremely intelligent female who's true eternal beauty so delicate; the existences of her elements; too pure for the feeble appreciation of mortal beings. An abundance that exceeds that of a lifetime; breathes aire to throne, when bodies combine; redefines the confines of a lifetime; by spirit, body, soul, and mind.


Synonyms: grace, beauty, ****, elegant, unique, exquisite, fine, attractive, blessed, ******, intellectual, pleasure, presence, excellence, brilliant, woman, *****, confident, comments, sensitive.

Me and you, doing what we do.
Under the sheets; Keeping secrets, behind your back.
looking at your interview, and I, love the view.
You ****** me, I’m ******* you; now its back to you.
lifting your skirt up, easy access for me and you.
Getting deep; taking in all of me.
Giving you multiple choices; take it in.
me climb on top, you riding me. With,
no surprise to me, you; end up,
picking all three. Inside of you;
Me covered with thee; sexually: hot and all juicy.

Good Girl; Naughty thoughts, feeling filthy.
Go a-head, blame it all on me.
It’s building up, feel the intensity.
Handling my business; by loving your company.

It is what it is, because it’s meant to be.
Love is everything, so you will be the death of me.
Giving it to me so good, your antidote.
Is like dope to me. Love potion, Seducing me.
Sexually, spiritually, physically and mentally.
Event filled nights; eventually.
Lost in deep thoughts; hopefully
You are, understanding me, while
looking up at; I marvel at what I see.
Your nectar, taste like honey from the finest be.
Fruit, fit for a God; hand picked for me.

My kingdom come, is one thing.
But my Hung Dynasty; is something you have to see.
My thunderbolt, will pardon your seas, as your waves
of passion ride over me; I vibe with the motion of your
ocean: blowing our minds. Your Ocean spray; splashed
all over me. Giving her-a- cane, and made her purple
rain: She giggled, because it was embarrassing.

If you feel alone; and you are reading this; then we have all existed in a moment like this. The very essence of a being in existence, is the privilege of feeling what it feels like to exist.

Started with selling lollipops out my locker, to pushing stocks, to selling beef with coco buns like Betty croocker. my gang green, a seal team, running schemes, wit; wicked regimes then moved up to the major leagues- with upper decks, up my sleeve. capture your spirit, just to set it free. dark knight, captures white king; wouldn't stop riding me. pawn moves, worth the trouble; it's two easy. Throwing stones, and Sandz castles, these haters tryin to castle me in;  it don't appease me. these drag queens, keep turning there back; showing thier ***;  and tattle tails; like lil sis-sees. these miss-fits couldn't **** wit- me if they came in ultra HD, my Cats 5, and they treating me like I'm Mr. IP, darker the Wesley, I'm stone cold  rocking an Iced-T, your Bud got wiser but it still ain't ******* with D. then grab Kim car dash and-be back by three, send Kanye west, to get Ad vice from me. my marketing skills so nice, I just capitalized. on the lies of our lives, of all three. These dudes the Wizard of Odds,  fake pretend; Wizards of Oz, chasing the Wizard of Gods, reading scripts written by me. I wrap with a cause, like I''m passing the bar, in limbo with these dudes at odds with me. I'll dot their eyes, like Kimbo was training me. Their label-mates ******, in Big T's, liking on their selfies, on sell phones. I'm on roam, in Rome, using Google Chrome to Google Earth, on my eye phone- writing this from the O-zone, so that the people reading this will be like O'No - this dude is cold. I'm opt to much prime, all the timethen phone home- transfer the message, like Otimos prime

She had some weak spot; between her legs, in her chest,  in her mind. Others, smaller ones, all over her body; Hidden, in places she had forgotten, or never knew existed - all over the place, some of my favorite places. One by one -  we found them. I enjoyed taking my time. We didn’t ****, that’s easy. I made our bodies come together, we didn’t have ******; we shared one. Don’t get me wrong, I pulled her hair, made *** there, and over there. Whispered disgusting things into her ear, while pulling her hair- went from kissing her lips, to ******* her tongue; to licking down there. Turning her on, then giving her hand, getting it done. All of that, was just, the prelude, to us becoming one...

The release; so powerful; sometimes to feel alive: all you need is a reminder:

His guiding hand:supplying the demands to the upper-hand, across her belly button, to forbidden; lands. Parted  lips, her pink folds;dragging his hands down. Working each other: we ain’t fooling around; our bodies, over time. Dripping wet with desire.

Her reaching back; she leaned back. Over the edge; of the bed. standing *****. Picture perfect; she’s holding her breath, as he’s kissing on her neck, her breast, focused on her ******, the left. Right in my mouth. Long ponytail, pulled to the left. She is wet, under there, her underwear - pulled to the side, exposing her underhair; shaved bare, under there.

Fingers wrapped around him. Looking hard, she found it; tugging on it. Him pushing his luck got her pressing her lips against him. Pulling his belt out of way; biting his lips, he’s tensing. She, kiss as she play. looking a certaining way; tempting how she tempts him. She’s over the top, and its so overwhelming.

She’s all touched, from touching it; so fortunate, her *******, soaking wet, juices flowing. Wet spots, he’s all over it. Exposing her ****; to his fingertips: with his index; ******* next. Started working her slow, building up to raw ***. Pressure building, rising her chest. She’s worked up; trying to get off. Giving it our best. Her waistline, being pumped from behind, so smooth; the finest wine. Unsatisfiable rhythm, keeping them inline. Holding onto her waist, he’s so online; bending backwards, pleasuring each other, every time. Some may come and go, but they come together every single time.

He’s feeling it: the way its feeling, feels so good - a burning sensation: her  tenderness subduing his manhood; all is well, so it must good. Movement, with quickness, once his hips shifts, its motion sickness. Stroking his egos, increasing his stiffness, filling her deep. She’s clenching him, tighten, tighter. The feeling of him growing, she’s feeling him insider. Their wet bodies, skins glistening in the their fire.

So she touched me in a way that I will never forget. Such a tease. She wore a short dress, with no *******. High heels, with even higher hips. Beautiful legs, that never seemed to end. Baby blue eyes, that blew me away, and the way she moved her lips, when she was saying my name; turned me on and drove me absolutely crazy. Breaking my heart; it isn't easy. Her lips had a way of saying please; and it pleased me. She down on her knees, telling me, that she needs me. Giving her a hard time, cause nothing comes easy. Giving is receiving, so I take my time, taking it easy.

When it comes to you: taking steps is easy, moving forward is the hard part.
   Then,
         Life goes on; and the scars that remain; remind me of your pain.
           And,
              If I take away the "Y" it becomes our pain.

I treat beef like lions in, the Ramada inn, dying to sign into the luncheon,
go to work,
     I punch in,
these beefcakez, is munchkins, my dough nuts, and bunch Keens.
We Brady Bunch,
and Punch like Kens -sheens.
we punching through functions
like a bunch of alienss at the Days Inns working equations off all kinds of ocassions, mostly Caucasian, facials so amazing, when their facebook, if they face them..I page in,and they page Kim, to let him, know that I'm waiting; the appointment meant, we dating, no promo, so stop your hating. take a selfy in the ****, stop ur waiting. ctrl, alt, delete. there's no.escaping- staple the email to your upper lip, recycle trash every other weak in. ***. Ginny, run, Freddy creeping. slow, creepy walk, Jason mask out the Lake Inn, my neighbors laughed, Chevy chasing there ***, child's play with a ****** hockey mask, i'm up to task. dog had a limp,so I made him part of the cast! Bruce Lee kicked, thier ******* ***, I'm talking full body cast.

Its been a while, since I, seen that smile; that **** style, that turn me on, you're such a trip. I love how you keep it hip; *******, my favorite color- your Thursday pick. From your text, you seem stressed, might have to do it a little longer. Been working out, so I'm a little bit stronger- hold your legs back, shoulder press:I hope I'm making you wonder. Hands, coiled around your legs; up. Under your dress, hands slowly progress- it hurts now, the seconds seem longer; you feel blessed. You slipped, so I slide in; like it was meant to happen.

My hand griping your hips, pulling you in, a tight fit: harder- already told you I was stronger, now your feeling it. So professional when you came; now you leaving a mess. I flipped the script.

Black *******, with white spots all over your dress- blaming me for your mess. Now I'm  *******; ready or not. Your *** up, stomach in knots, my kingdom ***; our foreplay, can foreshadow my plot- give you a life sentence, that will make ****** on the dot. All our issues, disappear; like you're straight flush- red all in the face; light touch: 2 ours later; such a rush.

You felt so perfect, as you dripped, from your lips; are the softest, my fingers slip, up-n-down, the sides of it. Both touched, off the topic; their taste still lingers on my upper lip; the fragrance alone, makes me want to take another sip. Roses are red; but I wish the smelled like this...The feeling of your warmth; coiled around my lips; my tongue tied, then a zig-zags; the finish came with a twist. So turned on; from - ******* on your lips, each kiss, teasing you- we are both so slick; follow it, another slow lick: as I notice. I love the - feeling of this, and moments like this; its best we permanently address the issue; for easier access: I'll seal it with a kiss.

I love the feeling of being close to you; alone with our silence. Where words, are welcome, but not needed. Feelings, felt without touch and love felt, through just knowing.

Every body playing me so close.
Use to cheer, now they kicking out the chair.
Guess they just showing me the ropes.
So, I do things my way,
and only keep a small circle.
So when things come around,
its all relative.
Cause backstabbers,
use relations; for shortcuts;
like it's relative.
What hurts most;
them using,
slow pokes and
different strokes.
The whole time,
they cloaked like we folks.

In the bedroom,
We fooling a-round; no bored games.
******* her from behind, she getting chest pains.
love is pain; and you, are,
loving my pain.
so I’m glad you came;
all over me like a spatula.
Working on our cardiovascular.
going harder; doing it even faster.
Best part of my game.
Telling me ‘YES” and I ain’t asking her,
But she calling my name.
She coming again; I’m trying to outlast her.
I pulled her hair, to hold her back;
and she came - screaming GO FASTER!!!
Scratching my back, pain for pain,
Coming together, tantalizing
Fantasizing. I've realized
we've arrived-n, she’s just realizing
So satisfied: the vibes, mesmerizing
I can see it in her eyes-n; it's getting deep.
Forget what they said about size,
she's surprised; what matters most, is: what’s on the insides!

Getting high
to get bye,
my lows.
Friend or enemy,
I treat’em all like foes.
will I make it,
no body;
only god knows.
They love me,
cause they need me,
so the story goes.
Turning their back;
the green runs out,
their true colors show.

There will be days when you might mention me,
Or think about where you are, and are you thinking of me?
To the one who’ll think I’m your imagination.
It felt too good to be true, more like a manifestation
And there will be hundreds bags of tea,
I wish you’d cup your hands around me.
Before you understand my situation.
Just think about all the time you’re wasting.
And I will think of you as of a dream.
Just let me narrate every scene.
I’ll love you and believe in you for real.
Because this is exactly how i feel.
I’ll keep my cool, keep playing as a team,
I’ll play my part, but we keep tearing at the seam.
Regretting to miss out on a steal.
Then again, that was never a part of the deal.
I guess, I wasn’t born to break your heart.
instead you just resort to tearing it apart.
And, maybe, you’ll forget me by September.
or i’ll still be thinking about you come December...
The taste of my lips you will recall as ****
And how me touching your hair, was your favorite part.
And nothing more than that you will remember.
and this is where i get to use the word... Never;
There will be days when you might mention me.

Take everything you've learned, and know about yourself, and ask yourself a question:

If you had a chance to do it all over, knowing what you know now; think about it, and realize - would it really make a difference?

*I didn't think so...

The acoustics of your melodies still penetrate me regularly, I wish we could be what we use to be; yours truly. The main characters of our movie, you and me. I guess it just wasn't meant to be.

If you are pushing a heavy ball up hill, without any type or recognition, acknowledgement, or appreciation; then stop. Because one day, when that heavy burden rolls back on you, it won't even be worth it. Life is too short.

Life's a *****, I'm a different breed.
A mutt, running a muck; Just tryin to do me.
Survival of the fittest; makes sense to me.
**** of be killed; the truth will be seen.
Apparently, people aren't what they appear to be;
two-faced, that's a pair to me.
"I got your back," Roger that, clearly.
Family ties, not suited for me, as of late
No relations to me, so as far as we relate,
It's yet to be seen. Tears, Tearing you apart;
Aren't always what they appear to be.
Just another means for your lies; to slide by.
You ain't fooling me. Human instinct;
Turned too cruelty. Cover ups,
To make-up - Truthfully -
You care more about yourself,
So selfishly. Success; It's either you- or me.

I've noticed:
Beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder;
So be careful want you hold on to,
You may never be able to let it go.

I see you looking....
I hope you are thinking along the same lines-tracing your thigh-highs up past your upper thigh. Curious, am I.

I see you smiling....
You just have noticed me noticing you; taking note. Of you getting the message across. Made my mind imagine, our legs crisscrossed, intertwined with mine; the thought so divine.

I see you blushing....
Now you look away. A curious smile; flirty gaze. Strangers play,
In such a particular way. Watch me notice you, wait....now, look away.
Hours past, things continue to this way.

You stand up, and walk towards me....
Then finally you get off, and the train pushes away. Not a word past, but have a good idea what you wound say- I swear next time on our way home I will know what to say.

Some folks wrapped up like zig zags chasing green, cash, and ***. All things that get you burnt, nothing that last- 20/20 hind sight fades fast. Losing your *** chasing your past; end-up, out last. I’m just trying to show class. Age; coming up fast. End up, carrying caskets for 8 members of your cast. Good friends, Old memories; forgotten fast. True souls hidden, in our bodies; caste. Treat you like. A blood brother; **** you and then laugh. Blood thicker than water; your bloodline will outline your futures path. Bred by breed, a legends tail will always last. You would think by present time, we would have learned from our past. Still seeking the answers for questions, good people have already asked.

Stuck in a plane where darkness bleeds through; can't think straight, don't know what to do.

It's sad that we are part of a society, so desensitized, that to get a point across, we have to over *exaggerate.

Crimson-red clouds cover the sky. They cast a dark shadow of the lake; the water looks like black stained glass. The breeze blowing, sends shivers parading across the waters surface. The air is damp; scene fresh from the recent spring rain.

A man walks; shovel in hand. A shaggy- black dog follows; guided by a thick metal chain-leash; rattling, wrapped tightly around the man's waist.

The mud is waist high.

The Midnight sky cool.

A woman walks; chair in hand. She is alone. A shiny black cat crosses her path; tail up, yellow eyes. Mouse's tail hanging from it's mouth.

A catfish surfaces. The glow of the moon's reflection, rippling across the lake.

A dragonfly lands on a blade of grass; tipping it into the water's edge. Beautiful colors; shaded by the color of midnight.

The woman watching the dog; watching the man; watching the catfish; reaching for the dragonfly.

Nature is brutally honest. Always has purpose, always bending her rules to her favor. Leaving her mark, where ever possible. Consistent as she is random. Specific as she is spontaneous; yet, specific in her task. Never telling, or asking; moments come as quickly as they pass. Spellbound, manipulating her caste. Possesses the power of destruction; Master of the art of seduction; her only purpose is to function.

Down this street again.
Grabbed my pen, quarter past ten,
Standing by the nightstand; pacing; standing, then pacing again.
Scratching on my head; chewing on the end of my blue pen.
Yellow pages; Keep re-calling, head turning, forward; I'm hung-up again.
Wrote it down, but still doesn't read the same way it sounds in my head.
I'm in that zone: Dead. Erased a book and a few more chapters.
Edited it so much; changed the title after: The END.
Went from being on a roll, to: NEVER again!!!
Stuck on writer's block;A one way street; that starts with an end.
Where legends past, and good writers are destined.

Baby Blue eyes same color as the skies
Raining raindrops with her cries.
Tender lips reminisce of red liquorish.
Tastes sweeter than a French Kiss.
Full ruby red lips stick to her lipstick;
As our lips stick; a cute little trick.
All those curves; hugging those hips.
Turn me on with a twist.
Chocolate brown hair flows like a river,
Past her cheeks, crashing over her shoulders,
And rest on her peaks. As our eyes meet.
Got each other wrapped, circles, around each other;
Change of pace; we both beat our heartbeat; one after another.

You must be bored. I know its you, your ignorance reaks of stale perfume. Ignore me; just less for me to do. Wait from a distance, you always force me to. Your comments alone; show the change got the best of you. Your followers; watching you do those things you do. Too many people; love you more than you do. The only one that doesn't get it is you. And I don't want to hear it from you. Left believing you behind.

We all want success; doesn't mean everyone should have it; because not all of us can survive it.

In coloring books; doesn't it always look better when you cross the color barriers?

Sick of living average, I aiming for the lavish
Lifestyle, it's more my style. Been working
hard for a quiet a while. Been stacking stacks;
Green mile. Hustler for life, til they carry me
Down that isle. Going hard, success; no
Deny. Go getter - quitter; I won't even try.
Cash Rule Everything Around Me; Cash is
King - some rulers never die. I guess that's why
The good die young, and the rest never try.

When given the chance to choose between someone's action or their word; choose the one impacts you the most.

People look for differences that aren't really differences; rather distractions, from the truth.

We are all created; equally capable of Love and Hate. Preference or variety aren't means for discrimination, they are means for development and understanding.

If it were up to some people; every rose would be red, and only grow the way they want them to grow; any other color would be killed and treated like a ****.

If they ony knew what they were missing...