The dog was on the table, being
Snuggled and told he was a... i think the nurse said "Good boy?"
He shook his head, almost instinctively saying no.
He then felt sleepy again, what were these humans doing?

Then he woke up again. This time he saw food!
He looked around apprehensively then walked
Over to the bowl with the food, it wasn't much but enough to start rehabbing him.
He spent 6 months in that office, cold and he saw that nurse nearly every day
Snuggles from her slowly started to make the hurts and pain go away

And then, after he gained the wait and his fur grew back, he was moved to a small shelter and the bars in his boxy room were black.
He wondered, would that nice human ever come back?
He waited patiently, expectantly hoping for those snuggles and reassurances,
Then he finally got his wish.
The nurse adopted him, he bounded out of that shelter happy as a lark.

Then he went to a new home, with a nice big yard, cold grass underfoot he ran there ever so happily...
Until he passed away as all dogs do, but soon the nurse would see him again

Damaged goods,
Walking through the hoods
Crying non-understable tears
A lot of hesitation, fear of love
And affection, a happy dispositon
But a lot of self protection,
Pushes away those who would love to
See the puppy happy

So he finds shelter, a cardboard box this night
It's not raining thankfully so he sleeps tight
He curls up and sleeps, as soundly as he can
Then up he gets and away from another bad human he ran
Then the fleas, and the mange became even harder to bear,
He began to wonder if anyone was out there

Then, a human! In a coat so shiny, he didnt know where he was
He didn't feel the fleas anymore, and his stomach was full with lunch
He looked up, apprehensive but still grateful
And a nurse kept petting him and snuggling him while he was on the table...

To be continued

Why can't i shake
This playfully ***** ghost
That i play host to?
I can ignore it for some time
But i find that i always hear
My innermost fantasies in my head
I guess you could say romance isn't dead
But quiet as its kept i love hearing my
Name in your breath
As we kiss and we playfully caress
Each other's lips, hips and *******
Stimulating a sensation that's just the best
Foreplay on our body as well as our minds
As i kiss up your thigh you say your hot wet hole is all mine
As i slide inside i whisper you look and feel divine

Boy, this ghost has me in a bind

The hardest people to love arent just those who have had their hearts broken
Or worse their innocence stolen
More than that it's those people who dont have confidence after being shot down so much
Getting browbeaten and your bravado shattered is a pretty heady crutch
Being crushed by insecurities makes one difficult to accept someone's affections, you see

Now there's also those afraid of commitment,
Although if you asked them they're scared to admit it
Deep down they still harbor resentment
But you have to let that ship sail on to where it's supposed to go, even if it isnt easy to watch the water carry it away

I don't get it
Out you leave for some time
And i find my way back into a rhythm in life
And continue down my path laden with rhyme
It seems sometimes that you even manage to escape my mind
But then as i hover over the edge of sleep, my heart finds time to weep
And all of a sudden i cant escape your burning flame
Of passion that i crash into, knowing you feel the same
It's harder than concrete to explain, so I'll try to do it in Passin
You and i have something called a Phoenix passion.

Every time the flame between us is reduced to ashes and dust
It sparks and burns again hotter than ever, seemingly endless and in whatever kind of weather
Our storms seem to cross paths and we once again find each other

Like a slave with no master
Or a church with no pastor
Sometimes, our lives are simply
Beautiful disasters.

Now what does that mean?
Well I'm glad you asked
See, everyone has to start over sometimes
And how better than with a fire that burns clean.

But to the fire do not add gas,
Even though it burns so bright,
But allow the fire to burn and destroy
The troubles of your life

And when that fire has burned itself out
The ashes coating the ground like sleet
Rebuild, with no feasible doubt
That you dear friend are complete

If sleep is the cousin of death then all of your dreams must reside on your breath
But death is as constant as the rain
So Like a lions mane wear your dead dreams sewn together proudly like a grass skirt in a luau in Maui

I see, and i know that no one is perfect but was jeopardizing our entire way of life worth it? I know i just discussed dreams earlier on in this piece but please allow me to indulge and talk about this elephant in the room.

Why is it that you thought that a man who is of African descent and a woman would lead us to our doom?
See, like Kennedy a lot of us had dreams of going to the moon and making a difference in the world more impactful than taking off the rest of the day at high noon,
Soon he'll be in office and i can't change that but let's face facts
We stood by and allowed your ignorance an audience we built your hate filled echo chamber that is certain parts of the information superhighway internet

O-******? Classless? Slime? January 20th the end of an error?

We all saw the comments on all the news pages and while those despicable words enraged us we know free speech is a part of what made this country
We have to take the good with the bad but, i do have one request.

Don't expect me to give him a chance as he panned and pranced all over the people who built this country off of our ancestors backs...
Don't expect me to not take him to task lyrically because maybe it'll be all that i have.

He. Is not. A president.

So like i said, sleep is the cousin of death.
But wake up friends...wake up for the mistakes we have to correct...