Everyday’s affliction with what we know is missing
Countless moments wishing that fishing was as simple as whistling
Remembering that willows wither in winters un-warmed
and wandering wonders willfully repose when rivaled against ripening woes
Come closer potential memories of exposes’
Clothes skydiving with expectations of faceplanting into the floor
Lady classifications disguise the actions depicting a *****
Heaping hopefuls cascade over glistening gazes that persuade the perilous to lay dormant
Come closer to the oops
That second guess in the back of your head that taps the shoulder and says go
That same go that was an initial no and now corruption has spidered the criteria


It seems the cat may have found the trick to the ball of yarn

Portrayed with passion across a brass canvas
A beauty captioned with essence of the heavens
Elegance embraces her every heel to toe movement
Grace is expressed as overly exuberant
I'd steal her every everything as long as the heavens say so
But until that time ill just admire this angel's Halo

Hands off at sun
Hands on in candlelight
Thoughts in the sheets as bright at cold winter nights
Seductive squeals seep from your pores
Imposing emphasis on the ykk below my buckle
Staring at each other like under worked underpaid ******
Chasing after each other like the bull and matador
Anticipating love like christmas morning
Wanting you at dusks yawning
Craving you at Noons awakening
Needing you by nights naptime
All before life calls me and i cant have you
Until lost calls on love

Once upon a time
There was no time
No me, no you, no rhythm, no rhyme
No bright days, only gloomed night
No good health, no strength to fight

Once upon a time
I imagined no time
Our nights sang sweet like Moscato grapes on a vine
Tangled in you i was like a ball of twine

Once upon a time
I ignored the time
******* because you werent mine
So this type of sun wont set to let love shine

Once upon a time
I won with time
Before my eyes, my heart, and my tongue went blind
So until the day my time meets her time
Ill be waiting for
Once upon a time

Draped across her heart was a velvet pain
She made a promise to me that she would never love again
She looked me in my eyes and gave me comfy rugs
But there isnt any room in house for a lie
I looked back and her and said you need a leprechaun life
To live a little is the motto
Her heart is cold as Colorado

1 me trying something new +
1 you giving me a chance even though you didnt want to +
3 dates that brought us closer +
4 argument topics that tore us apart +
5 of our favorite positions for make up *** to bring us back together +
8 of our closest friends that keep us on our toes +
3 haters that do their job very well +
Our 2 sprits that apparently were meant to be
Gives me 27 reasons to love you more

Oh, hey self I see you in this phone
natural light and background speaking volumes about the tone that you're trying to set. Wishing to eclipse the picture beneath and above when the person medializing socially takes their finger and rubs. But what if that wasn't the case, yourself you can't replace and the anger, self hate, sorrow, and sadness you just can't escape. You snap the pic envisioning glory from the strong chin to your widows peak but your true self isn't captured by pictures that "they" deem socially acceptable. WHO THE **** IS THEY?! Oh them... they can **** it. And make sure you twist your face up for they *** when you're of in public

You see love is alot like chicken.
Alot of people are like *** you mean love is like chicken

Well just think about it
Whats better than chicken?

It can be wanted, craved, you can be addicted to it
It can be alive, dead, raw, or cooked
It can be organic and natural, or processed and fake
You can put it with a combination of different other foods and make it better
Or you can burn it, drop it, or leave it for leftovers

So the next time you wanna compare your love to somethin just remember

Love Is A Lot Like Chicken

Faded fixations of foretimes fallen
Formally frustrated from forwarded fantasies
I visualize future fortunes forged from a forgotten flutter of flukes...

Founders folley forbids foreign flourishing

I am
The yesterday, today, and tomorrow
The split second, the moment, and the memory
The Victim, the hero, and the villain

I am
The voice behind the actor
The push behind a tractor
The forgotten but always a factor
The only important subject matter

I am
The Jacket with the medals
The children of the ghetto
The courage that cries "Lets Go"
The stay strong heart that says "Hell No"

I am
The memory of yesterday
The struggle of today
The significance of tomorrow

I am a writer, and ill lend you my thoughts to borrow

Tears shed sorrow
Heart bleeds pain
Mind says i cant go through this again
Anger runs deep
Sadness marries misery
Its seems so hard to live with me
Needing you back
Always feeling off track
I need you to pick up this slack
My favorite person ever
Her addiction was to be clever
A day that I thought things would be like this... Never...
Closer to you is being closer to myself
Closer to my heart and better for my health
Closer to you is being closer to happiness
Closer to hugs, kisses, and the meaning of love
Being closer to you is all i need to be
Forever and a day missing my Ash-Beezy

Love,
Big Bro

Days as such when i seek out such a person
That of whose skin glitters elegant jewels
Whose smile dares the sun to shine brighter
A person whose bare aroma challenges the potency of heavens roses
Said person whose imperfections hammer the unfitting pieces into the places in the puzzle that constructs them

Validated
Among
Love
Eminent to
Notions of
Tedious
Inserts of
Neverending
Elation

Where art thou, my Valentine?

She always says she needs more of me

I always say I cant get enough of her

Tangling her fingers in my hair she whispers ,”Are you staying”

I whisper back in her ear ,”Are we playing”

After a subtle chuckle she dresses her kisses across my neck like the chain I wear

She grips tight and slow moans at the thought of me crossing her border like I brought a green card

And im like ,”Put yo throat on it baby so I know you real”

She like, “Shut up daddy I hold it down now enjoy my skill”

Lights off and no wildlife but she soaring eagle

I didnt ask her any questions but her head nodding yes i know how to please you

I see im the type to understand that fair is fair, but this is no fair… Ima sore loser

So i leave from her verbatim

Legs i quickly place them… around my head

Her back against the wall as I wear her like a crown

Or rather a drinking hat the way juices flow past my tongue

Clinching convulsions got me gasping for air

Sayings of my name ricocheting off the walls

Ah yes, fair is now fair but im about to win it all…..

I act like this aint real
I act like i dont miss you
I act like sometimes what we were wasnt true
I act like life is the same
and i act like sometimes im not goin insane
In real life we were
In real life we did
In real life u gave my heart a fever
In real life i can say im wrong
and in real life sometimes i didnt wanna leave her
So now im done acting
So now im being true
So what that its over
Theres still a peice of me that resides with you
And thats in real life