You hit my funny bone,
and I fell in love.
You broke my heart,
Dark angel from above.
If this is heaven,
Then where's the love?
I would have
kissed you,
you did it first.
ever since then; I've
Missed you for what it's worth.

Troubled hands on my mind,
Time ticking away. My hands
On your second hand, lets
get carried away. Pause
And take our time. Hours
Pass, fast forward, and
rewind. Our star will align,
It's only a matter of time.
A land before time,
The present; your mine.

Breaking my heart,
One hundred eighty degrees.
Pain is a love,
That spreads disease.
All these people,
With all their needs.
Their only way to love,
Is what fits their needs,
It has nothing to do with you, or me.
Alone in their hell, why I'm a your invitee?
Intentions is to invite you too;
Weight and sea; it will be the death of me.
I guess I pain you, is the new I love you.
So it’s hard not to confuse the two.
Especially when their is no limit too,
what they won’t do; the complete
Opposite of what they expect from you.
Love is a pain; we all go through;
Some of us actually get through,
Some of us just pretend we do,
Some of us actually do,
While some of us don't even have a clue.
Sometimes, it’s too good to be true
Most of the time, it has nothing to do with me or you.
Other times, you wish it didn’t involve you.

Sweet dreams are made of thieves;
Lairs that love you; but don’t know what truth means.
They just show up, act the part, steal your heart and leave
Some say they love you, but their actions make you grieve.
Say they love you, but the scars disagree,
Wear my broken heart on my sleeve,
wasn’t put there by me.
Love yourself way more than you love me,
Believe half of what I see, and all I feel, believe me.
You keep breaking my heart and blaming me, evidently,
Such clever ways to use my words against me.
These are the things lovers do,
Some of you don’t even know,
Some of you only wish you knew.
Pain is love, a pain you wish you never knew.
Where a darkness grows, and consumes you.
Your weakness grows, and over powers you,
Before you know,
How another person feels,
Empowers you,
Before you know,
Their hidden power devours you.
And off you go, seeking their love blinds you
And their love is the only thing that guides you

If been in this world for while too long,
I rather get high and be bibliophile and get it on!

When it comes to the skills,
It all depends. Some days
I don’t even trust me Pen.
Next days, it’s my friend.
Captures thoughts, so
vivid. Calms me when
I'm livid. Recording
What we living. The
Present and past is given.
The rest is written.

I'm exposing you, I'm bigger than that, so I am over you. My payment for respect is far over due, and you know its true. Went from chasing you, to being used, my love for the game, left me confused. I ain't amused. Now that I know what its like to be you, I kinda hate me too. That promise, you can keep it. I'll hold on to The Secret. I been there, already seen it, now, I'm more interested in the scenic. The haters is anemic, don't even think they mean it. They just see a chance and mean-it. Between them, the gimmez and the gimmicks, everyone body is a mimics, getting more jealous by the minute.

Current affairs, making family disappear.
Blood thicker than water; I can't see that from over here.
Haters show hate, to hide their fears, hide their faults by dissing piers.
Their hands weak so they dis their peers.
Weak-minded; Diss-impaired.
Test the truth and get dared
Like something that's undeclared.
Put a ring around your rosey,
Then I’m taking a chair.
The kingdom come;
The dynasty is aire.

Forcing my hand, is like playing with fate.
Straight out the gate,
I navigate, this weight,
Like a feather weigh.
From the comments,
These haters, got not love,
But they love to hate.
My heart will regenerate,
The more they hate,
The scars harden;
Harder than a metal plate.
I’m at a higher state,
My mind state; great escapes,
Tall stories, planet apes.
Eating grapes, playing high stakes,
Turn your back, different stakes

They build you so they can bill you, then they tax you until the stress kills you. I guess it makes cents.

Your lips; felt like a dream. Your eyes; a hue I had never seen. Your touch; felt perfect. If falling in love was a crime, pleases read my verdict. Throw me into your prison, I deserve it. Throw away the key, after you close it.

Writing you these words, cause I have been thinking about you all day. Love to watch her go; I rather to watch you hours on end, every second of every day. You resolution, is purely evolution -  I get so carried away. But unlike those Play stations, you don't take things the wrong way. Your hardware driving me crazy, been on my mind all day. Putting you in all the right positions, my edition of feng shui. Take a mental picture and keep it stored away so when I finally get to see you, take full control, and do things the right way. If it was up to me, you wouldn't know the difference between night and day. Close the blinds, lock the door, unplug the phone, and lets play; you do, everything, I say. Pushing your buttons, cause I love it when you act this way. you are the only thing in this world that does exactly what I say. there for me when I need sum action; after a stressful day. You relieve me so quickly; even if its just a quickie. That's why I will always need you, my Xbox 360.

Impulse; thrills.
Dark silent chills.
Cold whispers, stills.
Waiting; still.

Old fashioned; you may be
Blossoming; flowers dangling; beauty
Your shape; nature's top breed.
Workers Bee's; pollinated your seed.
Dangling; pillow-shaped hearts.
Shining light; feeds your needs.
Heart-shaped pedals; dance in the breeze.
Spring brings; lacey, pink, and white pedals.
Fall comes; blossoming flowers leave.
Return please; or our lonely hearts will bleed.

Your kisses,
               touched me.
                            Your touches,
                                              released me.
*Release me

The creaking and creeping sounds of the old, rotting house, hang in the background. The aged, hardwood floors; snap, crackle, and pop under the weight of my footsteps. The scent of burnt; cinnamon scented burnt candle wax, slighted tainted by the stench of cheap cigarette smoke lingers throughout the room spilling into the hallway.

The broken ceiling fan humming, as it rocks back and forth as if it will soon fall off of its axle.

The cigarette; still lite, hanging on the edge of the ash tray – smoke trails floating up towards the window, escaping as it’s pulled out of the window, dissipating off into the dark, cool, midnight air.

The alarming sounds of alley cats fighting; shrieks and high-pitch screams echo off in the distance. The loud hissing and screams suggest two cats, within close proximity to house, furiously fighting over freshly picked dinner scarps.

All starch in comparison to your disposition.

You wept that night, the tears pouring from your eyes, spilling into your tissue boxed; tucked closely beside you. Lip stick smeared *To be Continued

More than likely,
You've enticed me,
embraced and engaged me.
Body language driving me crazy.
Approached you wisely;
enchanted you psyche.
I lust all aspects of you;
your stanzas precisely.
Bend backwards; covered sheets nicely.
from your rhythm, felt a rhyme; so feisty
to your freestyle,
We matched minds.
Filled your **** grooves in,
with my lines.

Thoughts of you penetrate my mind.
Pump my heart; consume my body.
Entrapped my being; touched my soul.
Trample my thoughts; expose my feelings
Shocked my world; and crumpled my universe.

To prevail means; not letting failure have the last laugh.

Sometimes I wish I could just disappear, then reappear any where but here. Started getting high cause its easier to see things clear from up there. Even a pier, isn't all that it appears. So its hard to keep things clear. Love is a pain filled addiction, that all off us share, and I'm scared; because it's starting to feel like no one else cares.

If you won't listen, then on your lips; I'm kissing, until they glisten enough to put us in a sticky position. Missionary, but we are on a different type-a mission. The only way you are ******* and going, is if I give you permission

You will be surprised at how well I improvise, between your lips and mine, I got it covered and I hope you don't mind. Us taking the time out, to cross signals, where ever we minds. This present, is our past time, making thins come together, one last time. Never say never, but not this time. The eyes never tell lies;mesmerized look in your eyes,  after you taste our surprise. It's only a matter of time, before what's yours, is mine; our lips collide, my tongue slide, inside; side-to-side. Licking your lips, slick, they glide. I'm outlining yours with mine, tracing your smile. Your tongue, teasing, taking our sweet time. I, kept my eyes, open, hoping, we could see eye-to-eye, but your eyes were closed- finally got it right this time.

Never let someone else decide how good you are. And never make an exception to that rule.

Your words, and your unique we of expressing them, are a gift given to you. If someone else doesn't appreciate them, then good for them. It's not their gift, so it has nothing to do with them. Its your responsibility to respect your gifts and to protect them from negativity; typical of these lower life forms, called Haters; annoying little creatures that feed off of other people's energy and hard work - they spawn fairly quickly and dewl in the depths of social media, hidden behind computer and smartphone screens. Usually over-weight, bad breath, single and filthy broke. Hindered by limited hand-eye coordination; they simply **** at every thing. They are pretty pathetic, in person. I mean they look human, but have no spinal cord, so they don't stand up straight. Their habitats similar to that of a large roach, just messier with and more filth. I hear they are contagious, so be careful. Don't let their negativity rub off on you, or you will end up like one of them. A soulless zombie, paroling posts looking for a something stupid to say.

It was so loud, the first nine months. Back then, I could feel it. Every thump, every beat and every flutter of your heart. The sound of your voice still resonates through me my mind. Your touch, softer than any fabric known to mankind. Your nervous eyes, staring helpless down into mine. The comfort of hear heartbeat, next to mine, eases my discomfort; hear heart, is my most precious time piece. Every beat marked the passing of another moment, that brought me closer to life. As a result of the most unbearable pain, that unselfish sacrifice, resulted in my birth. I guess that's why they say love is pain. Now, instead of carrying me, you hold me in your arms; cuddled, loved, protected... your deep, dark, eyes, till this day, are my favorite shade of brown. The sound of your tender voice, is my favorite sound. I wish I would have never grown; cause before, when I cried, and you picked my up, it felt like you would never let me down; until everything was okay, or my bottle was ready. I guess things have changed now, I'm a little bit heavy -  but, that doesn't mean I'm no longer your baby.

This deep, dark stain, called Love, has tarnished my heart.

I hope you let me wear your scent like my favorite t-shirt; cause I refuse to let you, take it off.

Wish me luck - like a speech for me to read before I play. I am going to print it out and keep it with me., when I am at the final table, and it's televised, right before I win. The last hand, before I make the call of a lifetime - clock ticking, $35k first place prize money; I am going to take it out, look at it. Then call, Like a Boss. Black tinted classes, headphones looking like speakers, Yankees cap tipped to the side, Charles dickens on my lap. Sipping on some water shipped in from Vergeze. Cool as an icecube, rocking a tight Tee. Blue jeans, tim boots, Blasting ice -Tea; dudes ain't worried about cards, until the check me. I'm nice with calls, I'm like Jordan when he first started wearing the two-three. Sticking my tongue out at dudes that try and bluff me; the lack luster in comparison to me. I'm seeing their tells, like sign language. They try and force my hand, I do maximum carnage. My shine don't tarnish.

I read your manuscript
Arose; your liquid; I sip.
Wet, dripping, fingers slip.
Devine intersection
Your mind; intervention
Your ***** companion
Drenched in perfection
You silence pervades
Seduction persuades
******* 4 days
My bad habit; both ways
Soundless screams
Wildest dreams
****, Please
Naughty-Girls tease
Kingdom ***, make believes.

Stranger; looking away.
    Smiled, then she walked away.
    **** hips shaking as she walks a way.
    Stranger; looking a way, as she walks away.

So, what do you think about my writing?

I think you should stick to your day job - you're actually good at that. Why did you ask?

I just needed a reason to add my five fingers to your stupid face!

My fair - skinned stranger
As you sit across from me.
Nylon leggings; short skirt,
All black Ed Hardy t-shirt,
Pretty Little Kitty, smiling at me.
                                                  Before I could let you know,
                                                  I looked up, and you winked at me!