She has a beauty,
powerful enough to get lost in
Addicting; she is to watch --
Intoxicating; she is to breathe --
                                    Poetry is her motion,
                                    her body  language I read.

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.

Love reading your words,
On-and-on with those blurbs
Talking so much stuff,
Trying to get what you deserve,
I know you like it rough,
All that wordplay foreplay
Enough is enough
Time to do it all word for word
Read you your writes
Elaborating every verb
You started it with all that small talk
Now its time to get heard
Don't just take my word
I can get you off like a weekend,
Have you waking up in a new world.

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.

I want you to remember our first kiss;
                                    the way it tasted,
                            my  silky smooth lips,
                          and how long it lasted.

She was obsessed with her fear
                     the dangers of love,
                     the agony of despair,
                     the pain of heartbreak,
                     froze her in her tracks.

Delicately savoring the essence she imparts,
A feast of flavors that stills my restless heart,
For in her nectar's embrace, tranquility I find,
An elixir of truth that soothes my wandering mind.

I ponder,
if he is looking down on me.
Wondering if he made the right choice.
This precious talent -- going to waste,
out of fear; it may never see the light?

I wonder,
What we he do the next same;
about this talent of mine --
let me waste it a second time,
or pass it on to a child of mine?

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.

I flip lyrics like tricks
breaking bricks with sticks
my flow as Good as it gets
spitting words until they turn digits
mental midgets can't handle my pivots
I am dope with a twist
a cloud of smoke with no mist
I rock the boat and break wrist
so many styles I'm the ****
rapid flow when I spit I go rabid
going inn like I am sic
killing the beat and
melting the mic in one sec-and
my reputation becoming habit
I am loving this ****
as far as the goat,
I go cut throat
staying sharper than clips
I float while others just gloat and gossip
changing topics like top picks
I just take it all lite ike optics

The day you met me
And you told me
that you loved me
And took my heart
Into custody.
               NOW THAT YOUR GONE
               TIME WONT GET IT BACK FOR ME.

say your prayers
share your thoughts
different people
a thousand walks

different times
same old thoughts
different wars
young lives lost

Tired, he slept. The breath of a cool breeze passing. The wind swept across banana leaves ablaze golden red ashes burning as grey smoke pours from the remnants of the fire. The aroma of ripe jackfruit taints the Smokey air.

Turquoise- blue, Ocean; waves riding the current. Tidal waves drowning the shoreline, consuming it one rip-tide at a time. Baby Blue-***** racing frantically. Claw tracks marking, as they paw against the damp beach sand. Palm trees swaying, leaves dancing in the breeze. Seagulls soaring, as their wings expand, gliding on bands of the wind.

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?

The way her fingers move, deft and confident, sends a shiver down my spine. I can’t tear my eyes away, drawn in by the rhythm of her movements and the soft, intoxicating sounds escaping her lips. Every touch seems to ignite her more, her body arching and trembling in response.

I use to love her;
          until the halo went away.
          should have known from the start.
          now her scars mark my heart.
          what use to be a bright future,
          is the darkest part.

Don't let perception of the Weak-Minded kind get the best of your reality.
With editing, other people's words get twisted and misalign clarity.
Envy hardly reflects the truth- if so, it's a rarity.
Lurking under a cloud called obscurity- often they hide.
These Weak-Minded kind.
Thriving off of the pain of those they casually misguide.
Stirring up emotions then they run off to the side.
Cowards, these Weak-Minded kind.
Watching as two half-truths try to coincide.
Cut and pasted, the truth gets lost in time.
Feelings start to hurt as hateful words collide.
Repeating things never said,
But overheard more than a few times.
Angers flare,
As words fly.
Regrets of all kinds,
slip and slide,
Breaking ties,
damaging pride.
Fine on the outside,
Scared for life,
on the inside.
All because the Weak-Minded kind, rather lie.
It's people like this I despise.
Hidden behind their friendly disguise.
To afraid to show their face; but diss guys.
When you confront them; get no replies.
Just a shocked dumb look in their eyes.
These weak minded people are a waste of time.
They can't make up their mind half of the time.
So they are basically lying, all of the time.
Having a good-time, ruining your good time.
They only way to beat them; don't pay them no mind.
Best way to **** parasites, especially the Weak-Minded kind.

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.

talking with this prettying girl,
we are just walking --
down this new york block, we just talking
pretty **** thing, high heels, white skirt - black stockings
nice eyes,
thick thighs,
amazing lips,
the perfect smile -- of all things.
she was a flirt ,
kept licking her lips,  as we were talking
but it was much to my delight - I'm not complaining
it was midnight,
in the middle of the park,
a fullmoon, so the scene is candle light dark
stars glistening off her eyes,
each touch of our lips, ended with a spark.
the taste of her lips, was my favorite part.
her skirt -- fitted so tight,
as I clung to her hips
the body contact, felt so electric
the attraction so strong,
pulling me in - like a magnet
she couldn't be more perfect
this night -- out of this world
we are on our own planet.

From the mind of a naughty girl;
                 in that sinful place
                 there is temptation
                 and by placing your finger there
                 you will bring out the devil in her.

I don't want soft
I want it rough
crossing the line
going deeper than deep enough
make your heart speed up
beating against your chest
the pace racing as we speed up
our bodies kneading each other
the way we need us
pictures speak a thousand words less than touch
feeling what you are feeling I can never get enough
addicted to the addiction of wanting your body so much
take my time enjoying the moment as we chase the rush

Fingers trace the curves of his bare chest,
Each touch, a deliberate quest.
In every line, a story unfolds,
In every breath, my longing holds.

The quiet moment, a canvas bare,
Where desire whispers, soft as air.
I find my fire, in the heat of his skin,
In this silent dance, where we begin.

She opened her legs
        exposing her secret
        gift wrapped in wet
                                *******.

My breath catches as I take in the sight, an unexpected rush of heat spreading through my body. Her eyes are closed, lost in the pleasure she’s giving herself, completely unaware of my presence. I feel a mix of awe and desire, mesmerized by the raw intimacy of the moment.

a kitty cat walks down the alley
seeking to be seek'd
she is in heat
your king
they meet

Picturing her riding
As she is straddled there
On top of him, eagerly,
Grinding with greed
Against him with need
Pleasing herself
With his thickness
Between her thighs
Pleasuring himself
The satisfaction in her eyes

Been thinking about you,
I want to talk to you.
make you laugh
and go wild,
the way lovers do.
Kisses in the bed,
feeling so close to you.
My hands gripping your hands,
making your body move.
The more we vibe
Temperatures rise,
Body heat seeping thru.
Doing what we do,
Anything is possible
******* to our senses,
Feeling unstoppable,
Not stopping,
Is all we do.
Getting deep,
Hips dropping,
So into you.
Hips rolling,
waves crashing,
I'm feeling you.
And you,
Feeling me too.

Her beauty reads like a book;
                      Like a drug
                      eyes red, one-line,
                      hooked.

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!

Bound like a page,
her hungry eyes ravage me.
With deep focus,
I observe and see.
The commotion of thoughts and emotion
flowing like over like an ocean into a sea
I'm lost in her world
drowning in her beauty
Breathing heavily
gasping at the being.
Her presence overpowering me
my heart beating like a symphony
body shivering like a leaf on a tree
the glimpse of her;
the reality that is a fantasy.
Her beautiful lips melting into me,
moaning as we grind, taking our time,
letting the moment, set us free.
Her body craving me like vitamin she need,
Me feeding her energy with eager and greed.
Hips in holy matrimony,
riding each other like pony.
Sending chills racing down her spine,
then up the other side of  me.
bodies wrapped in one another like a twine.
intertwined like a vine,  her body reminiscent of  mine.
our worlds aligned, so naturally we are inclined.