So let me get this straight;** no matter how much we fail, succeed, know, forget, love, hate, accept or deny - or how black, white, gay, straight, fat, skinny, fast or slow we are; we are all flesh and blood.

If thats the case, then the people making issue of it are what; *Aliens?

Just realize that sometimes, these guys, tell lies; write in front of your eyes. Utilize thier visual lies, to victimize and brutalize people's lifes; your demise, they visualize, like its a prize. When you see it for yourself, you wont believe your eyes. Try Seeing people for what they are; end up, surprised.

If you are trying to change a; person, relationship,  or environment, and it doesn't change - leave before it changes you. Things are what they are; you have no control of that. You are what you will; you have full control of that.

Every shade of your eyes, is another reason why; *I love you.

Love is a poison with deadly toxins, that intoxicates your body-n=soul.
Make your heart skip-a-beat; as your body roots; it willingly flow.
Your feelings go; slow. And your fingertips turn; cold.
Food doesn't taste; mold; music, sounds, all get old.
Minutes turn to hours; or days; you never know.
So powerful; overwhelming as it sets-in.
Death is a given; that reality lives-in.
Nothing; is forever. We are loved.
Then love lost; and there u go.

Stop trying to waste your time, analyzing their lies.
It will leave you in a straight- suit: Suited, ready to die.
That's why you being real, is the only real hope,
Real has at, really staying alive.
So don't let them **** your vibe.
The art needs your craft to survive.
These characters needing your mind,
The sheets are feinding for you lines.
These rhythms need your rhymes.
The game needs your heart;
So the art form will be loved until the end of its time.
I need the real thing;
Purest of its kind,
Coming straight from the heart
Spoken from the mind
With real penmenship; word smiths-
Sharper than a thin line.
Quick witted; Stanzas that
Stand, hand-in-hand with mine.
Inspired by emotion; immortalized;
within lines. Talent is a gift;
Being gifted is a prize - and experience never lies.

I come from the gutter; did I stutter?
Between you and me; it’s one or the other.
Had your back; until we turned on one another.
Testing fate is like playing darts in the dark.
Life changes, people getting picked apart.
Real recognize real: keep playing your part.
New beginnings; no idea where to start.
Life’s a *****; no need for a heart to heart.
Ace up both sleeves; she likes them sharp.
Fat ***** singing; I’m ******* her harp.
You only life once; half the time you are in the dark.
Chasing the American dream; in Congress Park.

I just ripped up the bus pass.
Put your flowers in a shoot glass.
Feeling good; with my **** ***.
Gone for now; it will pass.
It won't be long,
Until you are home,
where you belong.
But, right now, I want you gone.
Cause later on, I know I'll be wrong.
I hate you but I love this **** song.

Looking in your eyes, you got that attitude.
Giving me a hard time, and I like it too.
I know you got a man; but how he treating you?
See it in your eyes; the Love ain’t true....
He sexing you good; but look does he value you?
Writing poems; to get a smile from you?
Can he keep his rhythm in line; the way I do.
Instead of* just* ******* you right; he cherish you?
Eating; sushi on ice with a Paris view?
Diamonds; girls best friends; relate the two?
Grab the Sun with his bare hands,
Just for you. If not, then why you-
calling him your man,
if he don’t even know what to do for *you.

Bad girl attitude; going commando; skirt and open toes. Haters look – **** them hoes. Bad ***** and I’m on the go; Love him not; I know for sure. Rather be bad by myself; that’s for sure. Don’t need a man; just his credit card; Hitachi wand,  and a pack of Smores. She loves all types of fun, but loves their money more. After all, that’s what men are for. Try and use her for her body; jaws falling on the floor. Naughty little thing; crawling on the floor; touch her fur, and make her kitty cat purr. Spoiled herself with fun; always come back for more. She’s the one; ones scattered on the floor. Bad girls play around; good girls have way more fun.

Living in a lonely world,
Falling for everything;
got me here.
headed to nowhere.
But empty space,
Wondering if I should,
take it there. Or stay miss
placed. Mars for Pluto’s
and kudos for escapes.
Things looking up,
I’m feeling; fate.
Tomorrow never lies,
Then again; Time kills.
Brutal battle grounds;
Where Love don’t make a sound.
Heated passions simmer down.
Dudes that had my back;
Waiting for me to turn around.
Toxic crusaders; pullin me down.
Devil’s advocates; in the back ground.
Angels have wings; no need to touch down.
The thought; alone. So profound.
Karma knocking; she’s on the rebound.
Hold-up; that’s her – calling me now.

You can tell by the way these words are places; that I'm an ace.
        Leave your tongue tied; like lace
        A quick flick; sets the pace.
        Hit the tip, lose your place.
         Shy girl; blushing; sweet taste.
        Look on your face; amazing grace.
        Controlling the pace; you *** and I replace.
        After all; this ain't a race; Just my point in case.

People that are fake are shallow; and should drown.

Passion burning; sparks ignite,
Fuels my soul, late at night.
Fell in love at first sight;
Still paying the price;
Played; and got burned.
Lesson learned; twice.
These scars; been earned.
For the rest of my life;
At least, I've loved right.
Fuels my flight; up all night.
No sparks flyin; future not bright.

You changed your nail polish, it used to match your; eyes, bag, boots, and belt. So perfect, in every way. you have styles, so naturally I felt.

Watching your hips, lift and sway. You feeling my eyes, feeling on you, along the way; as you walk away.

A devilish smile, will make an angel play.

Wound around your fingers, any time of day; hands are tied.  Circus O' Lay.  Beauty taming the Beast; so they say. A vanilla sky, names the time of day. Fresh Roasted Coco leaves by a coco bay, carpe diem, red snapper, rice a peas; hot summer day. ice cold teas; raspberry lemona, after lunch take a swim in the Bay; getting carried away. Life is Good; better, off, miles away. The boat swaying; I'm thinking bout riding your waves. things are currently looking like they're going that way.

two-piece bathing suit, not suited for adults- so it appears. What the naked eyes can see, my hands will adhere.

Your body is killing me slowly, I rather die. Crossing my fingers; the truth never lies. Your touch is keeping me ground; your *** gets me high. I don’t even know what I am talking about – I just know it sounds fly.

Some dim witz, try and talk slick; I'll flip the linquistics on these limp biscuits, like it’s No body’s Business, for instance; these lyrics throw bricks at ******, that write lyrics like bones and sticks; you barely hear it, and nothing sticks. So I will put it like this; my pen dragging is a lyrical assist of my mind management that coexists with an untapped abyss capable of slick rap antics, with acrobatics, sick enough to spit dope **** to a fiend and crack addicts; the flow problematic; semi-automatic with the flips, and a-wrist-to-go craft it; now your verbal way; above average. I’m on a roll; way a head of the class *****. My Style switch like a buy chic; trying Bi ****, and she 5'6 six with some nice ****, kissing a ginger, same height, both wearing tights- I like it. Funny how things *** together; Good-night. Its not over; I'd like-to get it started, get it right. You like the way I write, you should see me when I am right. Now, drunk off wine coolers and sprite; and my buds' light; so everyting is gonna to be aright. Prepared for one hell of a fight; writers block, get's a hook, then a right; then in the  a.m. I am, out for the night. my word play, ******* with my sight- translation, I will be so tired in the morning, the morning will be my night.

Its funny how now you notice me.
I wasn't so cool, back in school,
When I was the fool, that wasn't
cool. dressed like a tool,
and I didn't sit at a table that was cool;
I had a stool....and ate alone, by the pool.
I had asthma, and when I got nervous I
would drool. No correlation to the two,
just two more reasons why I wasn't cool.

Weighing the strength of my hand down to a milligram.
Treat beef like green eggs and ham.
Million dollar man with a back up plan.
Standing ground, wherever I land.
Lady luck, playing my hand.
Over look, what they can't understand.
Too busy being a *****; I'm busy being the man.

People see what they want to see, so in all reality- what does that have to do with me? If it was up to me, I'd be me. But instead, I play my part in society, so people don't riot me. Ended up hating myself; more than I hate me. So I change every thing that's real, so the fake will be just like me. Real recognize real; sounds simple to me. Just try explaining that to society. Whatever I lack in swag, they'll buy for me.

Too expensive for my taste; Hit Walmart and I'm Gucci, down to the socks. Rings and watch, filled with fake rocks; looking like I got crazy loot- see me, on the street. Somebody shoot - me; for my, jewelry - that's stupid. But don't blame me; I'm society.

I'm being trendy thing, in spite of me. Everything is really real, everything but me. Cover girl issues, making up for free. Hating myself, because society told me, what to think of me. Had all my freckles removed; woke up the next day. Society decided they were ****; why didn't anyone text me.

Mirror on mirror on the wall, amazing grace, respond to call. Who is the sickest of them all? As I watch the hands fall, face forward, right off the wall. Million pieces, scattered wall-to-wall; Society reflected on every piece, as I collected them all.

Believe what you may, its your call. Or wait until Society drops the ball, and blames us all.

Love hip hop, it made me a hippie
Right here; spitting on the mic, getting lippie.
Using these characters; dealing with the pain.
Tearing up paper; letting it rain
Winners run by breed, I feel it in vein;
All the sacrifices made; I did it in vien.
So much talent, in the hands of fools.
Making it rein; following a rulers rules.
Interscope; see inner souls.
Using the devil’s advocates,
Create demons to control and grab hold.
These are the types of tools the use,
Ignite your spirits; then blow your fuse.
Sell you your soul; after it’s been used.
Then change the rules; like that's old news.
Fools goals; worth their weight in fake jewels.
So know your value, don’t argue with fools.
you are what you do; not what they assume.
They can’t keep a good man down;
I put that on my life. Matter of fact;
Put that on my tomb.

Its like roll call when your tears fall I rather hurt myself; than take a chance hurting you at all. Broken hearted; cause it broke the fall.  I rather have loved once;  than be loved at all.

Walking all alone.
In a zone,
On a road.
Bring me home.

It’s like I’m chasing my dreams; barely moving, in slow motion. Stuck behind my own thoughts; too much commotion. Haters hating; my thoughts, their self-promotion. Got me, forcing my own hand; dealing with all these emotions. Learnt that; Love is pain, mixed together; a strong potion. People buying love;  turns out, the people around you; will surround you to crown and ring you- claim to fame, use the same to bring shame to your name too. One wrong move; they check you in; under the deck, and bury your mate too. Blood thicker than water, paper trumps the two. Everything comes with a price; the cost they expect it to be; You. So don’t trust people, whose nature is to consume; it's will be your doom.There’s no telling what they will do. The people that you love the most – have a different point of view; the closer they are; the more they assume; the quicker they are to move. Killing you over nothing; I know – I’m so confused.  Eventually, the truth bleeds through; warranted, your heart breaks too; Part two. Set the stakes too high, your right hand guy, will turn on you. Leaving you wide open; your back with an open-view. Those dollar bills, In God we Trust; one hell of a bluff- spending as we lust; because enough is never enough. Life is tough; Friend or foe; their all the same when **** happens; so it’s all good until the going get rough, then being good ain't good enough.

the lies,.
People telling me they love you,
Just a part of the disguise;
Them having my back,
Just a part of my demise.
I can tell by how they react;
I can see it in their eyes.
Shame on me; fooled me twice,
With their lies; not surprised.
I'd forgive them; not.
Cause they know what they do

You remind me of something I threw up last night. Or, was that the night before? Actually, now that I think about it, it was both. We use to have the type of love people fight for; it makes me hate you that much more. The flavors of life, don't even taste right anymore. Your, pictures on the floor. Don't text me anymore. You love yourself so much; you don't love me anymore. The writing is on the wall; broken pieces on the floor. One million ways to die; you've invited more. Listen to your speak- I rather Hulk smash my ******* head through a concrete floor. I don't even know who you are anymore. Nor, to I care to know. Love last forever; that ended a year ago. I know that you care; some one tell it to your ego. Lost love; dead people. Afterlife, I'll reply the sequel. I love you; Opposites attract, no wonder you are evil, I will never forgive you; Or at least forget you; No regrets, is the same as ungrateful. Made the bed, slept; then left; the message must of missed you. I'll miss you; less than I hate you. You turned into something I can't relate to. Mirrors on the wall screaming they hate you; the person looking back ain't you. So when I say, I hate you; end quote. I went from seeing the real you, to now I don't.

The look from her eyes, will make your knees buckle.
Old game; same struggle, different hustle.
With a croaked smile; she whispers, “I love you.”
Thighs, chasing highs, cause highs- heals;
lovely view; your daily double.
Tried beginners luck; who gives a ****
Heads and Tails; and things still aren't looking up.
That's the closest; some will get; the rest giving up.
So much for getting lucky.
Luckily, Misery hates company;
Unless they accompany.
Lots of money to cover fees.
Monkey see,
Monkey do,
You ain't telling me.
Good ******* the streets,
But in the sheets,
Nothing but trouble
Likes is rough.
Using your weak spots,
her strong points; tough
they will make you struggle.
Rubbing her strengths against you,
All skill, applying her iron will; until
you burst your bubble.
Her feelings; out of reach
Those things; will get you in trouble.
No love lost; tough lessons taught.
The experience they brought.
No family, no Friends; The endz;
In God we Trust; is all she can trust.
Saving her life away, still ain’t enough.
Men lie, women lie; that’s enough.
Life is rough; but she’s keeping up.
Won’t get the best of her, can’t say it enough.
Life’s a *****; and the devil filleth her cup.
Now Karma's coming after me; *what the ****.

Million dollar dreams, covered in schemes.
Living life, break it down; isn’t always what it seems.
Pawns dancing around castles, protecting their queens.
Kings killing rooks; just his castle with Queens,
The writings one the wall Suited regimes.
Small circles, lotta jokers on the team.
Call them how I see them; like prophecy deem.
Cut from a different cloth, tearing at the seams.
Chasing success; got me acting like these fiends.
My Ego- intervened; mirror image, mirrored me.
now I’m caught up in between; past and destiny.
Doing the right thing; or something – the hours past; take a knee.
Our glass, cast sands on the scene. I balance beam; my trails
to outlast the thirst for the cream. cash rule everything but me.
Change of scene different character, same cast.
On the same path; different act. They all wack.
Specially trained in all black; stakes at my back.
From when these animals attack; and stile I’m back.
Cause I’m good like that; the royal family.
Surrounded by flats. Trading spaces; your move
by the time my eye reacts.

I feel alone I say clearly but no one hears me. your silence is my burden. I beg your pardon, better yet listen closely. or just dont approach me. my opinion is mine; dont encroach me. you cant replace me. I am alone, hear me clearly.

He slid his fingers against my lips, and took full control of my hips.
then forced, his way past my the tip, his lips,
entered my mouth. I
can still taste,
his lips;
Sprung.


I found myself enjoying the mixture of the fruit and his flesh against my tongue. delighted every part of everyone, he teased me for,
his is fun. I was done, the
moment he begun.
I’m his;
One.


To be used  by his hands; each other. Working his fingers between my legs, sliding in and out of my body, like I was his. kneading me;
with his mouth; the sensation, pleasing.
I’m eager to satisfy.
Need him;
Come.

Falling in love; can't believe it.
started with a smile, now I need it.
Fell in love; can't stop feeling undefeated.
Let my heartbreak, didn't need it.
Feeling your love; can't conceal it.
But now you are back, I can feel it.

Taken down the pictures, but what's the difference.
Still see you when I close my eyes, just for instance.

Your body language waving me on; the way you are addressing me, is driving me crazy; hugging your curves, its turning me on. The ride; must be superb. Your profiler unheard, your concaves, suggest that your are blessed; anything less is absurd. Got my attention; standing attention; and savory every word. I hope my word-of-mouth; is the best thing you ever heard. Cause my words slipping off of the tip of your tongue; might be the slickest thing, they've ever rode. All eyes on you; such a lovely road. Best part about it; you broke the mold.

I look forward to you looking forward to me, bringing out the best in me. The best comes to those who wait, so, repeat after me, and do exactly what you see, and it will *** to be; eventually. Cause you coming after me, is our destiny. Giving you a helping-hand like you are right next to me. The right-click; my tongue flick, your upper-lip, licked. Hitting your ****, until your lips split; you'll flip, when I flip the switch, feeling so devilish, touching you made me selfish, feeling you made it; worth it. My frame of mind is picture perfect; my plan is to hurt it, your level of pleasure my verdict. The sounds; your screams, your moans; I heard it.

Dreadlock Rasta;
No like informa,
No like imposta,
**** smoke; burning da trees
Mango scented leaves,
Burnt grapefruit scented breeze.
Wolly mammoth size locks,
Steal wool, *****, tied in a knot,
Jamaican colors wrap tie; sitting on top.
I and I, believe it or not.
No woman no cry,
No problem;
Him cool as a rock.
Charles Dickens by his side,
Studying stanzas, deciphering plots.
Prayer's meeting;
meditation- never stop.
Water’s blue waves,
Fresh fish after 12’o clock.
Under the bridge, find my spot.
By his sweet Sugarcane from,
Miss Parker Sugarcane shop
Burning a spliff, because the ****
is his only green; pastures plot.
Mary Jane, his only queen be,
Never leaving he; love him or not.

Another day,
Another struggle.
A Father sins,
His sons struggle.
Bad news,
Burst the bubble.
Chill pills,
I'll take a couple.
Life's a fight,
So build with muscle.
Don't blame the game,
Blame your hustle.
If life's a Bytch,
Then rock a muzzle.
If she gets you down,
Just relax and snuggle.
Cause when it rains, it pours;
So splash the puddles.
Late the rich rein, and we're poor,
barely surviving daily struggles.
Scratching away life; daily doubles
The good  doing wrong, to ease the troubles.

Drawn blood,
From crossed lines.
It never fails,
The amount climbs.
The walls mark,
Targets; future sales,
Truth be told,
or it be written in brail.
The heart will always feel,
because tender, tend to fail.

Tangle me in your web of desire.
May your passion light my fire.
Sharing secrets; with my secret admire.
Your piece of mind,
My quagmire.
Below the surface,
My hidden Sapphire.
Shooting starts;
Chasing tails.
Such a satire.
It's all good,
Until it backfires.

The light from the stars glistened off or her eyes, making appear even brighter. Something I never imagined possible.

As we walked, sounds of oceans waves, crashing against the sandy beaches orchestrated a symphony of sounds we’ve never heard. It created a tremendous sound that echoed throughout our bodies, as huge waves of clashed against beach shore, colliding with the mammoth stones, protecting the shoreline.

That sound, such power and grace, raged on throughout the night.

The air was cool; salty and damp from the ocean’s mist. The crickets creaked and whistled, as if calling to each other in a synchronized harmony.

Bullfrogs croaked loudly; as if abruptly belching. Yet, perfectly in sync.

Each sound, in perfect harmony, echoing off of each other, dissipating into the sounds of the hollowing breeze, brushing against huge the paddled shaped leaves of the Palms trees surrounding the beach.
The taste of salt, tainted the flavor of our lips.  The fresh aroma of ripe  mangos, still lingers; on our fingertips, and lips.

Moments ago, the rich sweet creamy juice drip uncontrollably. Pouring our from the sides of fruit, slowly pooling in the palms; after dripping from my lips. Other drops, seep though the corners of my hand, falling to the ground, seeping through cracks of the black sand.

We laugh. I smile, because this time when you smile - it seems as if your smile is wider than your face. Finally.

The view is amazing.

Strong winds still pulling at the trucks of the trees. Bending and throwing them, back and forth, helplessly – they sway to the unyielding wind; their trunks bending under the weight of the harsh ocean wind. Leaves thrash violently; the swinging and swaying of the branches created a unique sound, the hollowed across the midnight, carried by the arms of the wind, cascading across the colorless sky.  

The sounds, were overwhelming.

Off in the distance, strains of white light beaming down a small accumulation of clouds, illuminating the water’s edge; the dim beams of light dancing over the crest of the waves, swaying and shifting effortlessly against each other. The current pulling them, as they drift in the throws of the ocean; glittering and glistening, as they seemly dive over waters edge, spilling off of the earths surface, never to be seen again.

The thought alone, is priceless.

White ***** shimmering.
Making holes along the way.
Flickering the beach sand; out of the way.
Digging homes; dream hide away.
Tides rise, they drift away.
Side-to-side; their paws prints sway.
Hard-shell, then soft shell- the caste away.
It’s all such a beautiful display.
Move in all directions .
Smooth get away.
Cool beach sands.
Try knot to get carried away.
Simmering; the Chef Santee.
Save that for another day!
Back against the sands,
Busy day, clear waters; ahead,
smoother get away.

You pull me in,
To get pushed away,
Say things we can't take back
Rather push us further away.
Use words that nail it,
Apparently dig very deep,
You did this doesn't matter
Matter of fact,  this is your fault
Then over-react. Make up,
Then repeat the same old act.

Punching the drywall,
Caused our walls to collapse.
You keep breaking my heart
Just so we can relapse
Love is pain, my love,
I'm just stating the facts.
The scars the bottom of
Our souls, should tell you that.
Cause sometimes, we do the stepping
And sometimes, we are the ones that fall flat.

High off Love
Rich estate
Feeling so high
Suffocate
Foolish cries
It's never too late
Even truths tell lies
There's no escape
Love is pain
As so is fate
Can't stop; the pressure
Still trying to endure
All of this dead weight
Sometimes coming back
Is way too late.

She’ll make you use the good Lords name in vain.
One looking in her; no star gaze is ever the same.
Body turning, legs spin and frail,
Socks red as a fox stripped, swirling like a candy cane.
Exotic stares, confident; she can’t be tamed.
She so fine, Whine, might be your name.
With her smoking body; rough on the edges
Burning with passion, pushing me over the ledges.
Let’s call her Mary Jane, like the tattoo says.
Her stuck in my head, the way she moves, turns and bend,
The lyrics seem like they were written for her back end to befriend.
Only eyes for me, at least we, both play pretend.
She make her body lies, when she whines - I hope she says it again.

When on stage, close her eyes; so she can disappear.
Her stile there; so it appears.
In her own mind; the picture is clear.
Dancing in bedroom mirror; no one else there.
The gin and tonic, make it clear.
The chasers, chase her fears.
The different pills, keep her sane.
It’s the need for money, keeps her here.
But the fast money, is quick to disappear.
Along with looks; it is part of this atmosphere.

While tattoos fade and wear;
Yet, dark enough to hide her fears.
The Exotic dancers; that nobody hears.
Some will listens, many pretend, nobody cares.
The music playing; more than music to hear ears,
The lyrics screaming, making her point clear.
The dark nails, scratching the surface,
She crawl’s near. Matter of fact,
Between me, her, and the beat
There is no one else here.
All eyes on her; squawk and stare.
Longing for attention,
didn’t want it all there.
But talk is cheap; the truth, dare.
Searching for hope, won’t find it here.
All this attention, lacking care.