Hot/Cold, Part 2

Hot endings, cold starts.
Hot feelings, cold marks.
Hot temper with a cold reaction.
Hot double barrel with cold pump action.
Hot church with a cold congregation.
Hot merch with cold affiliations.
Hot meat, cold wine.
Hot dollar, cold dime.
Hot queens with their cold mink.
Hot kings with their cold links.
Hot art with cold reception.
Hot mirror and a cold reflection.
Hot woman with a cold reputation.
Hot main chick with a cold side on placement.
Hot funk and cold R&B.;
Hot world but the colds all I see.
Hot information, cold intelligence.
Hot faults, then cold recompense.
Hot forgiveness, cold mistakes.
Regardless of what the world intakes.
Hot ignorance and cold oblivion,
are bliss to those who favour dominion.
Hot pathogens and cold diseases.
Hot gold with the cold diamond pieces.
Hot gat within a cold Gucci belt.
Hot knife inside the skin it starts to melt.
Hot love for God and the cold religion.
Hot pain after a cold circumcision.
Hot skin, cold whip.
Hot hands, cold grip.
Hot city, cold ghetto.
Hot calls, but no memo.
Hot rapper with no demo.
Hot baller with no c-notes.
Hot thoughts, cold emotions.
Hot theories and cold notions.
Hot models with their cold body motions.
Hot love before the warm heart ceases.
Hot hatred 'fore the cold heart seizes.

Because it’s my birthday I thought I’d release something I was keeping for myself. Enjoy.

On this red planet,
Alone I stand in the vastness
of this scenery in purgatory.
Alone I stand long,
alone I stand king
of this terrain.
With this, something like a kiss,
the way its skin caresses my toes
as they work its way through
the pink sand;
With this I have reached my peak.
I have reached transcendence.
There are no more epiphanies to be had --
I have reached my goal.
Come to terms with my purpose on Earth,
I have sampled ulterior extracts,
while my earthly self does what it does best.
Still the 'Q' I question existences trifles.
Straying from the path crafted by man's willingness to obey.
Now the 'X' I exploit the fact
time is no longer a burden.
Freedom, like raw diamonds
flows through my fingers,
sweat falls upwards and side to side,
and gravity is now an illusion of memory.
This Roman god of war,
bends freely to my will...
Shifting, moulding and grafting into more
than the Earth could ever behold.
This place is not to share,
not this everlasting pink beach with no ocean,
this is mine
and mine alone –

Hot skin and cold tears.
Hot love and cold fears.
Hot sun and cold moon.
Hot life and a cold tomb.
Hot feet on cold streets.
Hot bars on cold beats.
Hot thoughts and cold actions.
Hot *** and cold satisfaction.
Hot cars in cold weather.
Hot women with cold style.
Hot ice and cold fire.
Hot mornings and cold afternoons.
Hot fantasy and cold reality.
Hot payments and cold luxury.
Hot pain and cold rain.
Hot anger, cold peace.

You'd think that
Keeping such an elegant creature,
A dangerous and revered mammal
Such as the tiger
As what many would call a pet,
Dangerous.
But she is so much more than
dangerous.
She is the embodiment
of finely crafted
Architecture.
Curiosity is the
Driving force behind
her.
Watching my tiger sleep,
pondering what she dreams
does she imagine herself in
Love with me?
Her a woman?
Or me a tiger?
Does she dream of
tearing me apart and
imagine my body
a ****** canvas?
Jungle art.
Lo what
Resides behind this fierce
Black and her
Electric orange
Crown,
I shall
never
know.

Well.
I’ve been relieved of my position.
I am no longer captain of this ship,
Reduced to the bard, I am
A shadow in the background.

A chime lost in the wind
of this great Japanese mountain.
Where grand bells ring across
its face, a Titan in the wind –
And echo…
                    Echo…

Echo until my sounds have been
Rung out and there is nothing
Left until someone looks upon
My cracked and rusted
Exterior and whispers –
“Look, the chime that was forgotten”
Until time itself is rotting,
And I fall from grace,
To the vast corners of space.

Disappointment & anger
Cloud my emotions.
They've been played with,
Toyed with like
A ball of
String
In a one sided war with a cat.
Feelings of contempt
Are forged in iron upon
My eyes.
No secret
Hidden from the
Irides.
Furnaces of dragon breath
Burn against my forehead
Cloud my vision
Of sense.

Relax
Let me,
Take you on a ride
Through ecstasy
to the
Plains of pink crush
Velvet.
A lush caress
Of perfect peace
While I place sweet pressure
On legs that never cease
And I proceed to fill your cup
Each and every measure.

Look at her --
Her walk so eloquent
The way it speaks volumes
The stretch of her legs
Magnified
By the shine and bounce
Of her hair.
Body conversations
She's a great debater.
Masterpiece of clay.
Eyes so pure
When I look into them
We make love,
Love of the soul.
My soul sister,
My queen Cleopatra,
My Aphrodite,
Your beauty can't match
Her beauty.
For hers is not of
This world.
Only angels possess it
And I,
I shall possess it
With a ring,
Wife befitting of a king.

A samurai with no lord or master, either after his death, the loss of their favour or their privilege.

My master is done,
Returned to the sun
And I --
I am alone to roam
The unknown.

Tomorrow?
Under the dappling moonlight, with no person in sight.
Then with all of my might, and every spark in my soul,
I ruin my soles on a run to your soul,
To catch a quick glimpse from the perspective of my lips,
To quickly meet yours in a swift moment of bliss?

Be my accomplice,
In such a simple wish as this,
To kiss,
Reminisce
Upon four lips that once were apart
But are now in close proximity,
Recalling what you did to me
With those soft sultry
Poisonous lips
Those curvaceous hips,
You dip, we dip
Deep into this pool
I willingly play the fool.
I'm your accomplice
Your savoury, sweet dish
Take a piece, or two
Eat me whole or take a few,
Take me till i fill you
Until your soul I renew
I beckon draw nigh
Reach this new high,
Until we reach a new height,
Until we take flight
Never to come down
Jewels in our crown
You sitting two rows down
Until we drown
Within these clouds of ecstasy
With you lying next to me
No reason to hide, no reason to flee
Beyond inhibition
This is our mission
Mission complete,
A synchronized heartbeat.

The words that you speak with your eyes when they're upon my skin
The words that you speak with your thighs as I delve within
The words that you speak when your touch arouses my body
The words that you speak when your mind touches mine
The words that you speak when your eyes dance upon the world
The words that you speak when your fingers pass through my hair
The words that you speak when your legs plant themselves in the earth
The words you speak when your lips pass a sultry bass in my ear.

Inhibitions warm embrace covers me,
Protects me from the coldness of the open world outside.
Allows a veil to cover my head
Hiding my features,
Hiding my fears
My desires
And dreams.
For only i need to know them.
Myself and my God.

Awake in this room,
I have no recollection of this place.
A view of one thousand spires
From this cracked stain glass window
Threaten to puncture my soul,
Looking up towards the skies
Waiting for what will come forth
While redness fills my eyes.

A warm breeze hits my face
But up my spine I feel a shiver,
How long must we carry on forth
Without a smell or sight of river.

The rocks of ages swim around my toes
As I carry my One on this shifting road --
The peril in the future I cannot dispose
For I know not what the Father knows.

Pastel drawn skies leave no indication or sign
Of who has dared travel,
In this massively miniature
Garden of gravel.

Footprints in the sand
Leave no trace of life,
Lies laid beneath our feet
To a soft electric beat.

No sustenance no rain,
Our bodies permeated by grains
No water to sustain
This traversal through pain.

Hand in hand
Through desert sand
My spine begins to shiver.
Just one more day I say to myself,
Just one more night of chill
Just one more step on this coarse white road,
As her legs begin to quiver.

How do you make love?
It cannot be fabricated,
Desecrated
or violated,
But is to be vindicated.
Maybe perhaps,
We should have waited.

So how do you make love --
From the back
a view of what is now behind you,
Love made,
But with cheap materials
Nothing that can last,
Regret from the past.

--
On the top of what seems to be
A sweet serenade
On a Greek palisade,
The sunlight feeding the love you had made,
To only be shrouded by the moons grey shade.

Making love,
An experience
To be experienced
Through the love of another.
To create the blessing of physical love,
Found new in the rhythms created by the beat of baby,
Unmatchable love made by unconditional lovers.

Cute little thing,
Two rows down.
With her dark locks
Encompassing her caramelised skin.
Those pretty eyes above her pretty lips,
May sell pretty dreams and witty lies.
But beauty,
A man’s Achilles heel,
Has my heart racing like a McLaren wheel.
If only the erratic beats within my chest she could feel.

Her skin without blemish,
At least unto mine eyes.
Her legs without ending,
Forever locked in a dance
That only I can see,
The way she walks she speaks my language,
The way she writes she speaks my language,
When she smiles she speaks my language,
When she sighs she speaks my language.

When her guards fall,
She falls,
Into my love filled arms
A whittled down version of my masculinity puts up arms
And emasculation rears its head.
We lie within this room of red.
Satin silk sheets,
Icing on the bed.

Ultimate fantasy --
Visions of falsified ecstasy
Holding her lying next to me,
Sitting two rows down.

Before the night is through,
I will walk to you,
I will be your moon
And you will be my sun.

Before the night is through,
I will walk to you,
Your words dance on my tongue,
Never to be undone.

A mountain pass,
When my eyes meet yours,
The deepest ocean
Is where her beauty be.

Her lips a sacred touch
Akin to myrrh.
The taste is timeless
A work of art is her.

Miyagi

Deep inside the recesses of my mind,
My many thoughts lay dormant  --
Unwilling to be heard;
My precious thoughts, they're blurred.
Numb to reality,
Gums hit with a needle.
My feelings I cannot express,
My words they find no footing,
A limitless climb of rhythm and rhyme,
Where a handhold at one means to elevate my purpose,
And a handhold at two means to obscure my view,
Of not just the handholds, shrouded by fog
But of the view of the mountain, hidden by the gods.

Self protected thoughts within a shrine, within a castle, never to be revered, never to be revealed.

Oppressed thoughts.
Not supposed to roam free,
A prison of conscience
Buried deep in the caves
Of the blackest sea.

Where secrets unknown live,
Even unto the black sea's master.
An alternate universe
Lies in the darkness,
Where an alternate you,
Longs for their awakening.

Smooth.
So smooth
it goes unnoticed;
like the winds
plotting a course for the clouds,
or the water,
passing the plains of Africa,
The cradle of the Earth.

Fabricated truths,
Spread to a nation.
Hidden in silk,
Fury of a Spartan.
An unseen communique
not meant to be found,
But to break down,
Control young minds,
Trap them in the confines,
of the stereotypical nature of man.

Honey glazed lies
with the government
in your slavery-earned pies.
Misunderstood is the size
of the web that has been spun.
A labyrinth of life
with no end in sight --
The only end comes from,
when you see the bright light.

Mellifluous,
as their body melts over yours,
and yours glistens in the dappling moonlight,
the warmth of the sheets
encompassing your fleshes.

The sweetness of 1,000 plums,
Permeate your mind
on the tip of your tongue.
The shiver of the coldest wind,
Glides across your spine
as their touch meets,
you hush.
Hoping that your reaction --
Won't be too much,
But just enough
Just enough to express,
the thoughts in your grey chasm
through the touch
of the pink abyss.

Wisdom is key,
To be closer to He
Who created this Earth
For what we are worth
is much more than gold
For our very mould
Came fresh from His hand.
All of this land
The Sea and the sand
the trees and the skies
still can be our prize.
Knowing of evil
our hereditary curse
with ease bends our will
till we take the last ride in a hearse.
Wisdom is key
for our time will soon be
that our Father comes to take with Him
Maybe you
Maybe me.