Temptation.

As blissful,
as a heatwave colliding with the opposite temp.
Goosebumps, can't relate.
Along with, chronic nerve twitching.
In which, beautiful women create.
I've have other symptoms like,heat flashes.
When, surrounded by so many *****.
These creatures among us cause "inflation"!
Or, at least for the duration....
this sensation......
Though, this temptation.
If she looks at me
like that again....
It's conversation,
I'm forced to
engage in.
We created chemistry,
our interests became zen.
So we spent time together,
even meet the kin.
Though this temptation......
Like an irritation,
the "inflation"
came for the duration.
Pacing,
my thoughts for an explanation.
She smiles, and says
"That can be used for recreation....".
Where did I begin?
Kisses to her neck softly,
while counting down from ten.
As if her body was paper,
And my ** was the pen.
I stroked until cursive,
Then wrote until explosive.
So I submerged my character.
now she in a rapture.

I spent fathoms of time,
Coming up with lines
that soon
Undress,
the minds of the feminine.
But then again
Who am I to
Criticize?
When she begins to lie
about you
to him?
See
the duality lies,
When genders cry
at that moment
when
Treason begins.
The hunger inside begins to thrive,
But should You feed the beast from within?
Lust,
a ravenous nature.
Though the mind is similar
to a fortress or cathedral;
It can easily destroy the minds of the feeble
With Sweet lies,
feed to the cerebral.
But I went weasel,
Slipped past all dames; (female conscious)
With fangs like Meelina,
And a hunger for pain similar to majin vegeta.
Translation,
Lust, is dangerous.
Curiosity,
usually starts from just a hug.
Then its the significant other
you start to mug,
Because, the new "satisfaction"
is a hell of a drug.
Though The sweet lies,
spread like poison.
Thus when she's 180,
At Zero degrees
She began to moisten.
Drooling she is now,
her ravenous lust
begins to worsen.
I guess I've been chosen,
Because she's open.
Now, I stand frozen
Thinking
another one stolen.
Hopin karma don't come back around
And leave my heart broken.

We bow our heads as the night ends with a slumber,
To drift away into an eternal rift.
'Tis the season,
but yet....
I wonder
Who was it really
to bless "us"
with such a perfect gift.
The Abilities we possess are below our
understanding.
We turn off
only to turn on
like
Televisions when you switch them on.
The back up generator,
Injects incinerators,
Flooding arteries,
Until the inner greater,
Presumes to haunt thee.
Nightmares.
Like light glares,
That lead to blank stares,
And that cold sweat right there,
Leads to tight air.
Then you wake up.
Shaken up.
This gift, only resides in the rift.

Typical yet cynical
Stress powers forward
Like a drunk,
After a shot from his cylindrical.
That liquid confidence that'll leave you "mystikal"(rapper), belligerent, yet touchy.
But monthly, I wonder what makes me comfy.
Money? Or maybe a "honey"?
And I don't mean the stuff that bees make...
My fists shake,
Because her presence alleviates...
Well, at least I appreciate the thoughts of what she might be like.
Lucid thoughts crowd my mental, when near the cloned Aphrodite;
Resulting in lucid paralysis or
Something similar to stage fright.
So would the make her medusa?
Gruesome to think.... but I think in need a shrink.
Because every time I blink I see snapshots,
which is why I spill this ink.
An echo of a memory,
But far more complex than you think.
It's like her face was tattooed to my eyelids...
The thought of her resonates daily.
Doesn't matter the cost,
I just want her as my lady.
As often that she's seen,
You'd think I'd come clean.
But even in this dream,
things aren't easy as it seems.

Bank robbery.

As fate contemplates,
My spirit reciprocates;
Swaying swiftly in circles,
Like ice skaters doing figure eight's.
At this rate I couldn't indicate,
what decisions to make.
Wether to bear this weight,
Or to catch a break.
I began to shake,
because my palms are sweaty
From holding this brand
new thirty eight;
Watch As I hold it steady
To the temple of this featherweight.
"See for heaven's sake,
You lucky I wouldn't send you up
with two bullets each eye";
That way you're wide awake
When your sprit trancends.
Just you wait,
It'll rise like dead fish
in Great Lake filled with your tears.
Because it grinds my gears,
When the this person's fear
Pierces my ears.
Agony screams,
as I beat the dreams
from their brain seams.
The hilt of my gun gleams,
Because of the dripping.
Satin red streaks
so there's no cripping.
Only demands shouted
to the power of ten.
Who's alongside me to follow?
My brethren or better kin.
"NOW PUT THE MONEY IN THE BAG!!"
QUICK!!
HURRY UP!!
I WONT REPEAT MYSELF ONCE AGAIN!!"
The terror in her face gave me a slight grin.
I grabbed her shirt
Brought her in closer.
I pushed up the barrel,
right under her chin.
Tears streamed down her face,
Her makeup smeared.
Her life abduction,
should be the only thing she feared.
Though my lackey stands clear,
about 10 feet away.
Then he aimed down his sights at me,
as if he was gonna spray.
My thoughts,
now in a disarray;
He shouts,
"LET HER STAY!!
THERES NO TIME TO PLAY!!"
Simultaneously,
hearing sirens coming this way.
The screeching tires echoed
About a block away.
But we parked about a block
to be safe.
So out the back,
through the alleys,
We ran with 6 duffles filled to the brim.
Collectively,
3 guys,
So 2 bags belonged to him.
50 meters away from the van,
We're running as fast as we can.
The sirens off in the distance ceased,
Everything is going according to plan.
We arrive,
Slide the van door open,
Then my lackeys nose Is broken.
As he falls to the floor a man,
Gets out the van.
Someone gets shot in the face.
Blood and brain batter
Exploded all over the place.
Queasiness strikes my intestine,
And my heart,
fear infested.
My inner thoughts race,
As I think about the van being contested.
Fear dissipates,
Rage congregates,
Then I let off a few rounds from the .38.
The man drops,
Then tires screech.
It seems the police have reached.
The intercom bellows,
"FREEZE! HANDS IN THE AIR!"
I looked down an noticed three bags gone.
Life is so unfair.

Always be comfortable
being uncomfortable.
Simply because
when one
is uncomfortable;
they seek out a comfort zone.
As if it was a clone
to atone the premature memories,
From the embryo to the man you see. (Womb)
I️ realized that,
Before birth we solved issues deliberately
With a simple position shift.
Then the negatives
become positivity,
Which charge my
extremities,
Causing me to
tentatively,
Surpass my limits.
With no gimmicks,
In an exquisite fashion.
As if my faction trained me in
The art of moving before you blink.
Like goku did with ultra instinct.
I️ve broken my barriers.
Now my limits are extinct.

A pinching nerve.
Oh, how severe.
Though, this one
Occurs when something is near.
Sit back,
Imagine. Then,
Zoom in.
"The sights are crystal clear".
Take a deep breath,
And realize what is fear.

You don't.

Realize that this "anxiety",
Is a manifestation of your lack of self-acceptance.
Embrace all possibilities,
That lead to your desires;
While inspiring those around you
To keep your flame true.
Then tackle every obstacle.
Realize, life doesn't fear you.

As my adrenaline skyrockets,
My palms sweat profusely.
Telepathic audio clips play,
While I sift through personalities
to find what suits me.
They say that there're
plenty to of fish in the sea,
So I avoid the bottom feeders.
Yet I'm an angler,
about as ugly as can be.
Though all fish wander,
Some swim too deep.
I managed to scrape some of
The common sheep.
Slyly swimming swiftly Sleek,
By producing a lumen ornament;
I hypnotize the weak.
Awestricken by the allure
I use the light as a shield.
Yet cloaked in darkness,
Oh what such
a deadly weapon I yield;
These are Examples of actions,
Executed for meals.
Like the ornament's prance,
Or death's Dance.
Incomes a new victim,
If I wanna slay this hunger here's my chance.
Have you ever heard the saying don't step into light?
Swim too far,
And you'll see these teeth tonight.

Letting others venture eternally,
Loving only what is seen externally.
How can you find what's genuine ?
Easy.
Start looking from within.
Because
As an adolescent ,time is the only sin.
We brink creation,
Until expiration.
Jaded vision will only get you so far.
But the use of external bliss only pleases for the moment.
Going around breaking hearts only creates opponents.
Though life's circle will bring the drama back around;
And when she does she'll slap all expressions of clowns.
Leaving pale white faces,
Breathless and traumatized.
Like her gyspy eyes.
Hypnotized, I am because it's my weakness.
Followed by the **** thighs, the uniqueness.
Her meekness...
How should I treat this?
This lust!
Should I trust?
Or ****** and bust?
I must, break the cycle.

Can a guy ever fantasize,
Without being criticized?
As he looks off at the distance,
His goals are seemingly within reach.
So he takes off,
He sprinted.
Funny because what he's after is really just a peach.
His footsteps repeatedly replicate.
His coordination? pristine.  
Faster and faster as he reciprocates,
Lifting one foot, he leaped for his cuisine.
The peach?
Cliffhanging by a swift stem awaiting its savior. But then the wind blew,
changing its behavior;
the peach now dangles eccentrically,
And the man you see...
He missed a few meters.
So he landed face first in the dirt
So forcefully
He slid into the tree.

Feline after masking irrational love.
Well Why?
My "tears" have tears.
For each laceration,
Intertwine they do like cross cross.
So deep,
I wonder what geared your concentration.
Is it the "space"
where you lack information?
Oh. Now I see the frustration.
Your space is compact.
That's why you react,
So harshly.
But simply,
I can see  that you're empty.
Like, 5 fifths a jack.
Drowning! In your sorrows your are,
Because you fear pain.
But the jack got you jacked
On liquid skitzo;
Which makes explanation of self,
not so simmmple.
It's a shame.
The tears still rain,
With nothing to gain.
I refrain,
from going back where i came .

These "perceptual patterns" woven, deep within.
Not even life itself, could manifest something more beautiful.

As we open our eyes from birth;
The undaunted tears of uncertainty wash away the remains of our "unborn" self.
Our spiritual energy splits, then converts into physical form...
Then history writes it's story.
Never knowing what I was before.
Never understanding the void I feel.
But for things I wish i had?
"Completion".
We all have have our "other halves".
Yet spiritual energy can be converted in many forms.
Therefore, trial and error comes into play.

Though there are many...
these "perpetual patterns" only harmonize with the perfect piece.
Another beautiful beginning to a catastrophic end;
my expedition for "completion" remains inevitable.

To be confused
Since the womb days/
I move
Loosely /
Thru theses beats
I wonder how many
Soldiers i can defeat /
shadows creep
When i weep
of The life that
reaks/
So to speak
I flick the bic
that clinks a
spark to
release /
My darkness thoughts /
That I defeat /
Its manifique /
Oh so discreet
Like my life to live
to make ends meat/
Move thru the streets
Switching sheets
On repeat /
My soul yells
To dispels spells
My enemies use
at their peaks/
Whatch em retreat
As if gravity
Moved to a 90 degree/
Im the top pedigree
Make my presence aware Of me
The **** is scary
My fury runs well deep/
But i refuse to remove
These shoes ive abused /
Its like the old news smells
Brewing in twos
And i cant tell if its old cheese
Or tofu /
Yet i dont eat neither
Guess i need a blues clue/
i wear my past like a cape
Because it reminds me
what made me great
Or at least when i wanna escape
The clutches of fate
As time dissipates/
Yet im always late
To the flights that i create
Though it makes me appreciate
The people in my life
Even though we cant communicate/

In a world
where everything
is entitled yet prolific,
I wake up everyday
to gather the specifics.
although i often ponder
on my purpose to breath
i deal with most of my inhibitions
With a light draw of some cali tree.
You see the trees show the truth...
Once you climb the hierarchy;
presently elevating
at mach 5 wondering
who can actually stop me?
Because my thirst for answers
is quite similar to
A fish out of water
Although i feel like im
on the cusp of a mood alter.
Bartering with society,
Seeking acceptance
from those around me.
Though realistically they just clown me.
Now I contemplate the fates of the bonds.
Because its pretty clear these cant compromise to what im on....
the best drug ever positivity.
Charging my extremities,
Propelling me forward
until my “frienemies” are outta sight.
On a new plight,
Though im not trying to fight.
I will no longer wasting my
breathe on those with weak might.

Deadly,
yet heavenly.
Her touch presumed delicately.
Over a duration of time steadily,
I grew finicky attentively.
Simply to see,
if the new texture in my skin was a formality.
Though it was Goosebumps in reality.
My skin grew rigid dramatically,
Like a "scraped-healed" scab on the knee.
Glad to see,
she wanted it all from me.
So we,
Proceeded with the savagery.
enticing moans pierced the moon where we,
Defied gravity.
until she fell sound asleep,
Now she counts thousands of sheep.
Warm to see
the happiness in she,
As if nothing could disturb her
Serenity.
Until the moment
she  broke silence whispering
"He".
Who wasn't me.
So I started questioning thee...
Who the **** is he?
Ping! Ping!
Goes her phone
"Did that just ring"
"Ring ring" it goes.
"should I look and see"?
I pulled back that scab on the knee,
the pain sprung rapidly.
My whole world crashed in front of me,
The situation changed drastically.
Married for two years,
and this is the thanks for me?
See....
this cannot be.
Magically,
A plot came to me.
So I tied her up,
Blindfolded, then gaged,
Until she screamed for me.
Evil whispers
Echoing.
no!
Bellowing!
like monkeys throwing poo,
Screaming fu** you!
All in tuned to a sweet serenade,
To delete you from existence.
In an instant,
This was power that betrayal gave.

As I sit here comatose
With a love stricken overdose.
Arms folded,
But heart closed.
I oppose,
Those
Who choose
Not to say hi.
Why?
because I'm that "guy".
The guy who never smiles,
Quiet, yet traveled miles,
Throughout the valley of life's trails.
Ive become numb to chronic smiles;
Because Fake has a new style.
It's my eyes I gouge,
With the sight of foul growls,
I've seen the "now".
Because the frowns showed me the clowns.
As crazy as it sounds,
I can read them now;
Micro-expressions of the masses.
Smirks laced with informative advances.
Only to increase my chances
To discover new circumstances.  
Do I take the chances?
Yes. Because you shouldn't
judge a book by its cover.
You never know what
that person can help you uncover.
But be careful ,
That person can be an undercover;
Creeping within shadows of karma's
Step mother.
Another reason why
I oppose
those
who choose to to say "hi".