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.

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.

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.

Omnipotence and grace,
Forgiving and omnipresent.
A forever chance to be a moon,
Reflective of the sun.
Forgive and forget
That is His motto,
Thousands of miles away,
Always within of a stone's throw.
Water and earth bend to His will,
When in the storm,
Just one word it shall still.
More time to give
Than all those in your past;
Those relationships you thought
Through all weather they'd last.
Up in the clouds some would say,
But all around,
In every second of time,
Is where my Saviour chooses to stay.
Some think of fire, brimstone and judgment.
Blamed for our faults,
Man that was heaven sent.
Came to bring love,
This is the word of the day.

Imagine this:

Sitting ignorant in your infancy,
In the place you call your home
Your father sits and comforts you
Saying "I shall never leave you alone".
Then all of a sudden a sounds erupts,
Knocking at your door.

A violent thrashing, consuming the joy that had once warmed your spirit,
Your fear kicks in, so you cover your eyes as you cannot bear to hear it.

Your father gone, nowhere to be seen,
You think he's abandoned you
You begin to scream.
Your screams echo the house,
Emotion not withheld,
But while your screams and cries occur,
The sound of silence begins to stir
The sound of what once threatened your soul,
Has turned out to be no more.

Your father gone so you begin to resent him,
And you fail to realise the sacrifice given,
For without his grace, now where would you be?
Buried deep in the ground?
Deep in the sea?
One day we all shall not fail to see
How much was given for you and for me.

The war is not over, but victory's won,
By the love of the Father
The love of the Son.

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.

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.

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?

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.

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.

Cherish these things that can be taken away,
Gone by tomorrow not appreciated today,
Control of this is not given, not earned.
As complex as the wind passing through the hollows of a tree,
Taking the smooth route of the skies,
Affected by the contours of age.
Such is life,
Although not considerate of age or background,
Of skin colour or mannerisms.
Like a river it erodes the very pedestal it sits on.
The rest of the world unknowing of what you may feel,
The ones around empathetic but not feeling what you feel,
Not hurting how you hurt,
You sit and wonder why,
Wishing you would take this last sigh,
Wishing you could suppress these tears and that this one drop would be your last.
But as the rivers flow so do your tears.
Another’s touch you do not long for,
But the comfort you crave from whom you love makes the throat sore.
Don't cry,
Wipe your eyes.
Memories you can cherish for years on end will be your comfort,
New memories you make with a new love will grant you grace.
All I can give is expression in these words,
although they may not bring a smile to your face,
I only pray that you understand.
Love is there, here and everywhere,
All you need is to accept it.
Cherish.

Cherish these things that can be taken away,
Gone by tomorrow not appreciated today,
Control of this is not given, not earned.
As complex as the wind passing through the hollows of a tree,
Taking the smooth route of the skies,
Affected by the contours of age.
Such is life,
Although not considerate of age or background,
Of skin colour or mannerisms.
Like a river it erodes the very pedestal it sits on.
The rest of the world unknowing of what you may feel,
The ones around empathetic but not feeling what you feel,
Not hurting how you hurt,
You sit and wonder why,
Wishing you would take this last sigh,
Wishing you could suppress these tears and that this one drop would be your last.
But as the rivers flow so do your tears.
Another’s touch you do not long for,
But the comfort you crave from whom you love makes the throat sore.
Don't cry,
Wipe your eyes.
Memories you can cherish for years on end will be your comfort,
New memories you make with a new love will grant you grace.
All I can give is expression in these words,
although they may not bring a smile to your face,
I only pray that you understand.
Love is there, here and everywhere,
All you need is to accept it.
Cherish.

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.

Beauty in its highest form,
It’s recognition by none but a few it seems,
A chosen few who are blessed with its presence
So perfect in its imperfections,
Comfort is given to those without.

Among the sands it resides,
It stays out of place,
The light shimmering across the stars,
Just to touch down on her face.

A flower that grows not tall but grand,
Masked by the waves that are made in the sand.
Unknowing and dormant lies potential for more,
To grow far out of the confinement of the floor.

The petals of silk to caress must be sin,
For something so pure, profound and worthy,
Of love and care but there is nothing around to give it.

Her beauty seen by only those who know beauty,
A glow that is given to the sands around, gives what was once dead a life.
Not free from struggle as heat from the desert, no water causes strife.

The beauty of the sun a reflection of her eyes,
Alone but far from alone she is,
A delicate desert flower.

Is there no one in this world that can relate to the things I am,
Understand the things I do,
Change my life in such a way that I feel like new.
I wonder what it would be like to find the one that shares the yolk of mine,
I wonder if my love will come soon or if it will happen in due time,
The future I'm told is known by God and only by Him,
I must be patient and wait for what he knows is coming to come,
But as I wait and wait for the one,
The minutes I am living turn into the years I am waiting.
There are many I do think about,
There are many that could be that one,
I want it to be her, but if it was the other her then we could grow,
All the time I wish that I could know,
Which one to put all my trust in,
Which one to give all of my heart,
Which one that would make sure through all things to come that through it all we would win.
Sometimes I wish I didn't look the way I did,
Then maybe it would be easier to find the right one without all of them closing in,
Attempting to pick and choose the ones that are available instead of waiting and wading through what makes these women my woman.
I think that it is just better to leave all of these things behind,
Leave all the trivialities for others who yearn for a wife or husband to be forever on their mind,
Is it better to be left alone to swim in your thoughts than to be tied down with what the world so greatly glorifies, a woman or man, this was also given by God; but a relationship isn't for everybody,
Is it better to be with nobody and love somebody,
Is it better to wander the Earth and roam, and be forever alone.

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.

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.

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.

Down in the dark,
What some call an art,
Really just a start
To keep her from falling apart.
Brought up to make her decisions smart.
Doing what she does puts pressure on the heart,
Though it goes unnoticed like a sly, snide remark.
For most men's eyes her body hits the mark,
These men in her eyes would not be disinclined to bark.
Still the dance continues until one day she has a spot to park.
A simple means to an end
Don't get caught in the wind,
Not on the dark and the poles for her freedom depend
Anyone please but her Daddy to send
The suit she wore out of the womb is likely to offend.
The curves of her body don't seem to cease,
From the red eyes of the men that seek a release,
Pains from the past that don't ever cease,
Even dreams provide not one moments peace.
Only her fulfilled dream can make the dance halt and cease.

Down in the dark,
What some call an art,
Really just a start
To keep her from falling apart.
Brought up to make her decisions smart.
Doing what she does puts pressure on the heart,
Though it goes unnoticed like a sly, snide remark.
For most men's eyes her body hits the mark,
These men in her eyes would not be disinclined to bark.
Still the dance continues until one day she has a spot to park.
A simple means to an end
Don't get caught in the wind,
Not on the dark and the poles for her freedom depend
Anyone please but her Daddy to send
The suit she wore out of the womb is likely to offend.
The curves of her body don't seem to cease,
From the red eyes of the men that seek a release,
Pains from the past that don't ever cease,
Even dreams provide not one moments peace.
Only her fulfilled dream can make the dance halt and cease.

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.

I'm just telling you man to man,
I don't know what was in your plan,
But I know she told me,
That you ain't nothing on me,
So listen here my homie,
You might as well leave.
No she doesn't want you,
Nothing you can do is brand new,
From a cliff your love it's over,
She's just glad she ain't conceive.
Glad she ain't conceive,
Glad she ain't conceive,
How or when she has a baby,
She's just glad it ain't your seed.

And then there was one,
From once when there was two.
A character in darkness,
Much in the same way as your likeness.
Foot passed before the other,
But then foot stepped under,
From up above eyes spotted thee,
Above the others who also walked under sea.
Ropes angled at stars.
But where do they lead?
You, your mother's seed,
Exist for a need.
The way past.
It is not wide but narrow,
The skies more than the seas are not deep but shallow.
Food sold and not eaten,
Just to make cake.
Horsepower, 28"s and heating
That's what is at stake.
Minds corrupted by "need"
Wise words they choose not to heed.
Encouragement given to seed,
To follow but never to lead.
Age given before their time,
Influenced by lyric and rhyme.
Many climb the ropes,
Many of them fall,
Many reach the skies of gold,
But then fail to love at all.

And then there was one,
From once when there was two.
A character in darkness,
Much in the same way as your likeness.
Foot passed before the other,
But then foot stepped under,
From up above eyes spotted thee,
Above the others who also walked under sea.
Ropes angled at stars.
But where do they lead?
You, your mother's seed,
Exist for a need.
The way past.
It is not wide but narrow,
The skies more than the seas are not deep but shallow.
Food sold and not eaten,
Just to make cake.
Horsepower, 28"s and heating
That's what is at stake.
Minds corrupted by "need"
Wise words they choose not to heed.
Encouragement given to seed,
To follow but never to lead.
Age given before their time,
Influenced by lyric and rhyme.
Many climb the ropes,
Many of them fall,
Many reach the skies of gold,
But then fail to love at all.