Luv ya sista, my sista
For the crutch I sometimes need

Luv ya sista, my sista
For the advice I fear to heed

Luv ya sista, my sista
For the beacon I found in life

Luv ya sista, my sista
For the cross I bear no strife

Luv ya sista, my sista
For the calm I now know

Luv ya sista, my sista
For in my words I have no foes

“L” is the life seen through your eyez
“U” is the usual way of your disguise
“V” is the vibrancy in your raps
“Y” is the youth of your laugh
“A” is the angelic nature of your persona
“S” is the soul exhibited and I wanna…
“I” is the influence on your herd
“S” is the sense common to your words
“T” is the torment quelled by your caring
“A” is the allure undeniable to your daring.

If I say, I love you
my thoughts hold the intimate hideaway for your essence

If I say, I need you
love has no meaning without the company of your presence

If I say, I want you
my needs can be quenched only by your sensuous touch

If I say, I dream about you
my wants succumb to thinking about you too much

If I say, be my fantasy
dreams must be fulfilled by an ****** encounter to please them

If I say, be my life
fantasies becomes eternal in the secret gardens of Eden.

Judge me not for the appearance that I’m wearing
Nor for the material things I might possess

Judge me not for the casing that I was born into
Nor for the tongues I may speak in

Judge me not for the intelligence perceived by your eyes
Nor for the deafening silence I choose as recourse

Judge me not for the events that I had no hand in
Nor for the wisdom I’ve gathered from the struggles of others

Judge me not for the love that I burn on my fellow man
Nor for the hate I portray in charitable blindness

Judge me not for the meaning behind these poetic words
For I am merely a man who has simplistic dreams.

Creeping in silence
like a whisper in the wind
Maliciously insatiable
as a virus consuming any logic
Trying to stay hidden
until it becomes as good as the truth
Pride, envy, hate, fear
does it feed on
Seeking out weaknesses
to cultivate new disciples
Ravaging the character
of its intended victims
Giving undesirable life
to the specter of conjecture
Only wisdom fortified with courage
could unveil such deception.

Been on this forum just a short time
Found amazing talent from all kinds
Makes me wanna dub this creative flow
As the greatest ever, if you don’t know
Thus my admiration has been sparked
To write mad verses with a flaming mark
You are the ingredients of this unique brew
That I’m now calling the “Quintessence” crew
So here’s to the “Q,” your words have weight
More than silver and gold, ’cause you’re my mates
Here’s to the eyez of earth’s celestial Angel
X-raying minds to diagnose and become less tangled
Here’s to the fury of the beast, a.k.a. Animal
Ripping at the life we sometimes take for granted
Here’s to the western gunslinger, holla Pug
Blasting us with the creativity from them slugs
Here’s to the sweetness of sista Sara
Walking the mule as a humane barer
Here’s to the Feminine heart of a special Poet
Grounding us to reality, a toast from a glass of Moet
Here’s to the petals from the Y2K1 budding Rose
Missing the nectar to feed the bees and in those…
Here’s to the shiny armor of gleaming love, the Arhanghell
Giving us adventurous tales, ready to drop more coins in that well
Here’s to the food from the Miller they call Keith
Dropping them verses like tender, tantalizing beef
Here’s to the endeavors of the newbie, a Creator of Love
Soaring the clouds fiercely with the freshness of a dove
Other members of the “Q” are still missing in action
Hope you come back to be part of this elite faction
So this dedication will continue to be unfinished
Not whole, but waiting to be no longer diminished…

…listen, can you hear it
the sounds of Mother Nature
surrounding the globe
for the seeds of man thrive with the rising sun

…listen, can you hear it
the sounds of speeding jets
racing across the clouds
to carry one’s dreams to another distant place

…listen, can you hear it
the sounds of busy wires
relaying messages in airwaves
that convey the versions of various truths

…listen, can you hear it
the sounds of creaking walls
haunting a quiet home
with the aches and pain of the carpenter’s hand

…listen, can you hear it
the sounds of rustling leaves
scurrying along the city
like cattle being herded by the cracking whip

…listen, can you hear it
the sounds of hungry tears
growling stomachs unfed
only to wonder if the next taste of flesh will come

…listen, can you hear it
the sounds of whining horns
disrupting morning’s peace
with the impatient discontent of so many people

…listen, can you hear it
the sounds of beating time
ticking the seconds away
for the age of man withers into the sands at dusk.

I wanna be your soul at peace
tranquility, gratifying the discontent with optimism, completely
I wanna be your soul in pain
anguish, suffering the life with tribulations, relentlessly

I wanna be your soul with joy
paradise, capturing the bliss with consideration, continuously
I wanna be your soul in heat
passion, inundating the fantasy with eroticism, imminently

I wanna be your soul with hate
antidote, conquering the disgust with devotion, endlessly
I wanna be your soul at dawn
witness, observing the beauty with admiration, unselfishly

I wanna be, inside out, not the outside in
I wanna be, feelings amp, not the quiet type
I wanna be, love unleashed, not the thick-skinned men
I wanna be, simply one, not the one-half hype
I wanna be, realized dreams, not the wishful wind
I wanna be, living the words, epitomizing love so effortlessly.