I love to love you even when it seems dismissive, the pain that sub-consciencely in your mind body and spirit is submissive...

To aid in the upbringing of seeds that has yet to be sowed, though the ground lay waste to hatred, the water seems bitter and cold...

I can't believe sometimes the decisions made and the actions that paved the road to the present...

The land of hips and honey dips temptation curves my epervessence...

The gluttonous libations that subdued my passions of inward truth and mind clearance

My inner savage wants to lay waste to the feminine landscape that ravages my eyes curved with pornographic images and lustful beings that spews the very wants and desires that only sheep venture beyond green pastures to search for...though the Shepard always makes haste

I AM the sheep that is ruled by the Godful staff yet the Shepard is a mystery to my being...

Why can't I escape this trap and lay traps to catch what is in my mind to devour the divine...which is my inner seeing?

Yearning for a solution though my blood is infused with the generational thorn that grew from the concrete that pines for attention...

I only hope and pray my soul cannot be the host of these atrocities of this century riddled with alternative facts and vanity...

If this world were my infant then I am the reason it grows into the abyss of regretfulness...

Yet the flowed of a Rose grew without waste, a beautiful mess...

Can I salvage what was once happiness and dreams of harvesting a bountiful plenty, well I guess time, that water, and minds will make her divinity.

A reflection is merely the unspoken empathy that screams save....me

Academia took my soul and perversely undressed my mind into something sublime

Though this process can't repeat what it grew, to a rapacious savage that eclipses knowledge beyond this place we call time...

The King has arisen to the throne of Babel ready to reign with steadfast diligence and eloquent soliloquies...

Though having more degrees than a Russian protractor, wrought with angst of slaying the dragon of ***** filled seas, trumping the very ***** that actors hold with a certain pedigree...

Let my words hold you and console your soul that yearns for the feeling was once lost ascribed on a pamphlet of bedrock you call Imamate objectivity...

I'm back like Wayne's Brazier hook ready to cling to the cleavage of life, the breast of Mother Earth, the ****** of human essence, that milk of restoration...

Back to advance the front through side to side oceanic flows that puts the rhythm in your left thigh, and the blues on ya right....is THAT alright like F. Love say....

I say...what a momentous occasion...the intellectual liquidity that ebbs and flows through uncertainty...

The compass that was once West turns Eastward ready to rangel the stallions of the heartland, into the sunset, though my sun hasn't risen just yet...

Bartender, start my tab, I'm just getting started to pontificate confessions of a prolific "poetender"...

Yesterday.... Like the Beatles my troubles are here yet seem so far away...
Blood from my body and eyes blinded my visions of cesarian executions that brought light and a beacon of hope that's here to stay..

The year before, Mother Nature ripped my Afro centric other me from the abyss of an ovarian society...

Yet healed the once mentally enslaved legacy, holistically increased that same evil capital into tranquility...

And like an eagle soaring over the highest peaks of hope came to be in 1983...
Shocked the wintery mix with Egyptian ice cold veins and Greek ****** proclivities...

And though the vices that sinned my birth swayed my lens
Wings of stoic proportions haloed to an ascended degree, I contend

Oh I believe...in yesterday...

Time....

Time is the overseer of all things. It sees man plan their dreams, envisions building kingdoms of triumph and success; it imagines a legendary tale of demonstrable headlines and broken promises of prosperity and hope...

Time sees man destroy the moral fabric of existence they proclaim just and righteous in every way.

I wish that word called TIME would hang itself on the very noose that enslaved my mentality ascertaining the how instead of the why....

Debt surrounds me, pain harvested off her character THAT is profound indeed...

Yet I fly towards that beacon of hope, hope that raises the awareness of the disparity that TIME did to me...

Enslaved by spite.....incompetent by love, and disestablished from the civilization that shackled my free thoughts and aspirations to be what I view into the future they call TV....

Time cant rectify the pain and the cause of suffering it conceived, but rather...insight the pained and unjust about the antique methods of a travesty,

perverse in the feeling that ethically cant be...

The sandbox remains the memory of unity and love we once had, constructing castles and dreams that made us glad...

Glad that time didn't execute the CAUSE nor the EFFECT that criticizes legends and overlooks acts...Fore with these thoughts, my mind is swinging like an ax..

Chopping down the very truth that few lenses neglect to see,
ascertaining the very thing that IS......ME...

Yet I digress from the vanity and selfish proclaims that TIME can or cannot see,

Because it is TIME that adjusts the lens that anyone chooses to be....

Ignited by seconds, decimated by minutes,
the hours daze by,
so the weak falls monthly to a quarter of understanding, respectfully semi or bi...

and STILL I yearn for the centuries to amass a millennia I never dreamed of being...

Waking up like this is always key,
yet the morality remains locked inside the tapestry of emotion so smooth, its tranquility...

How long can TIME hold out from destiny?

Moby **** couldn't reveal THAT being lost at sea...

oh I see...

So I'll cease...

Bills bills and more bills!!! Can I escape this liquidic abyss riddled with electrical flows that strangled my woes?

Californicating in high gas prices and rent that drives me deeper into saving my soul rather than my account...

These prices strike louder and brighter than Zeus' thunderbolt, like Greek gods can only be summoned at the shear sight of monetary value, leaving an impression greater than Mother Goose...

Sell my assets or sell my soul..? I struggle to comprehend what will consume the consumer only to pretend...

Tesla couldn't fight the good fight Edison tried to contend...

Yet I remain firm, like the Rock of Jabralter I stand proud between two islands...of insanity and genius, yet the two intertwine so elequently...

Am I oblivious to pretentiousness...? Or caught in the net of Poisiden...helpless, flapping so daintily....

The world eyes are green, yet I see blue...
Filled with innocence and bliss so true...

Bartender, allow me to take a dive in your shots filled with sympathy and obliviously pain triangles can't slew...

On a parallel of happiness and plains of joy, certain dimension can't destroy...

I continue to swim in debt like Phelps, no coy.

I wanna *******…. And not just in the literal sense, but seeing those eyes melts my body like lava running down from a volcano that just erupted violently….now can we cool off with your oceanic flows and create islands??

I say you’re the **** as you walk to and fro,
exuding the essence of woman in such a sultry kind of way it glows…
my thoughts could ravage your very innocence of you not knowing the truth….my eyes constantly rip your clothes off tasting your flesh your wetness your inner thighs…

Dont pardon my French but rather invite the sounds of me French kissing your soft lips down below…
apart from parting those pedals of lustful intrigue desiring the nectar that flows mightier that the Mississippi river herself……****….if you only knew…..you say the one true power you desire is knowing the unknown…

But if you truly knew the perverse ways and rhythms this ride could give you, it might shatter the very thing you desire most…

Like the morning dew off of stems as the sun beams down creating a unique sense of calmness and passion….that’s what portrait I portray being inside of you as father time stops to greet mother nature of her silky curves and milky libations…

Poetically taking sight sound and colour into a masterpiece of grandioso melodic vibrations….
vibrations….hah….my vibrations of crystal blue persuasions can seismically decimate your walls of Jericho with thrusts from my rambunctious sword….**** ah ******* it mechanically drops a single drop in a vast ocean in comparison…
but I cant lie about wanting to split your mind and body like an cherry tree…

Honestly, Washington on a presidential status couldn’t get ahead of the head I could mentally give you ….can I be your mickey d’s and turn your body into a golden arch….Kurt Kobain doped up on ******* will tell you to let me be your…..nirvana…..ecstasy….to the highest degree….

And now as I draw a blank unto this computer screen having been mindlessly ****** to ******* jisms at the sheer thought of the words that formed my thoughts to this here theatrical scene…
i say…..good morning….