It was on this day years ago..
That a piece of me began..
lived 30 years of my Exsistance..
before I ever was created..

Learning Lessons that would guide me
making decisions that would mold me..
You straight A! Bowling Queen
You Drama Class, Afro swag

Making memories for bed time stories
Reminding me of my history
The pieces my genes reenacted
that I just couldn't seem to recall

The muse of my creation
she who place life into this world
Strongest thing I've ever seen..
Before I could understand a thing..

Thank you for your amazingness
your gentle heart and friendliness
I would never be a piece of me
If you never were All you could ever be!!

Happy Birthday Momma!!!

tho blind, broken fist, have once punched through walls....broken legs, once walk through the air...and a broken heart, once loved...A heart once loved...will be broken...and then be plastered back together... stitched by a string...soldered by fire...however, it will heal...and it will never forget its function...how to love... because as long as you live it wont forget how to beat...no matter how you feel it wont forget to pump...so no matter how abused, how battered, how small it might be...it will never for get how to love, cant you see...

Pastime with me...
and let us run the bases...
Crave our name in trees....
and stare in each other faces...
See we wont be safe...
until we get to home....
But Im not at haste...
Just dont leave me alone....
So pass the time with me...
You feel the butterflies...
How happy we will be...
As the time flies...
So let us have these momments
around second base
These precious little seconds
Theres no need to race
kisses send me high
Im glad that you are near
together we can fly
together with no fear
If life was not a game
I wouldn't need to score
cuz im not the same
just want you and nothing more
So pastime with me
care seems evanescence
Running through life free
let us bass in loves essence
Pastime with me
giddy and innocent
smiles full of glee
love is so intimate
As home is right there
Love has won its try
naked and rare
Let us pass time By.........

Thank You to the English Language...
So many different combinations of Six!!
I could Six On for Years...
Clever Phrases, Witty Punchlines, mindless cliches
I can six away your fears...
Universal Latin I six silky Satin

I was born wrapped in a black body bag.... They call that foreshadowing...so to lighten my appearance they try to remember me as a white outline.. chalked......upon asphalt.... and say it was this *** fault.... I was only known as an A...4.0 but I never made the cut... as I got my first F....Foolish Acts....Of being born Black... Or Incomplete...As I lay holed in the street...I hate the facts...that I will be a *****...even tho I know better...But my Ipod teaches me to ***** better... to be a NWA....a ***** with Attitude.... Not a NWP....a Negus With Pride... So I walk in stride... influenced like my ancestors... by music...rhythm and beats... See the devil knows what you'll bop to... rock to... So he muffled the sounds of Love and Peace...and Boosted the way of the streets... hoods.. and Lifeless...  So that You would automatically see me as ratchetness... When I could have grew to be the very definition of peace... Now I'm just another problem... and you'll never see me as a victim... only the agitator...because You've listed to the same beats, watched the same feeds and ingested all the fabrications as truths...They have taken it to far making the stereotypes WorldStars  And All I ever did was become what you wanted me to be in the first place....A Pale Lifeless outline of white Dust....That you will inhale without justice... #IamBrown

I want to touch you with my words..
I want to spill myself in verbs...
Creating one sound
About one Noun..
I want these emotions to be heard...
Thought about then felt..
Translated then yelled
I want me to be memories..
Recited scriptures on the tips of your tongue..
I want this to be Fun...
Me explained in dictionaries..
You reviled in song...
I sing of you in rhythm..
This verse...
one untitled song
And you will love it's tune..
Adding power to these feelings
I adverb my love inside...
To many adjectives to describe..
The sight inside my eyes...
I want to create us memories..
Dreams that fall ideas..
Let my words surround you...
Releasing all your fears..
Touching you with every syllable
Accenting every R..
Pronouncing all my Ps and Qs
Our details will be the fuse..
Light the match with your sweet lips
Lets us burn in pages
But our memories and dreams
Are now Ideas
Words thought without a Fear...

Hips, Thighs,
and
Bellies
Dance.

Thank God,
for
Zumba, Zumba

Fall prey to my words and you may be my Hagar???
Fall in Love with my Existence and I just may make you Sarah....
But are you strong enough to mother nations..
because I birth emotions, inspiration, creation....
Because God lives inside of me...
I can move mountains..
bring rivers from you peaks...
and make you weak...
then build you up high...
I'm that guy...
but are you that Queen?
that will make me Want to give you the world
And Outcast my Seeds....
I've always imagined Sarah as Foreva...
Birthing Miracles  
far greater than Mine...
Bending time...
and blowing my mind..
But You I have yet to Find
Or Have I
and its just not Foreva's

Fading away...
you say..
is that what I do....
slowly disappear on you...
Until I become transparent...
Has that become evident...
That I'm in the room but no longer here..
Right beside you and not even near...
But here I am touching skin...
how does that feel...
Trying to make it go with in....
I thought that I was real...
I'm losing all my colored soul...
Inside of this black hole...
An here we go once again..
I'm fading away my friend..

So Fly Me Back to so called home...
Or just answer the phone....
Cuz where I am I need a hug
or just a wine filled jug..
But that wont work cuz im not here..
I've faded like your crying tears...
So look away I'm just a thought..
a memory of a past forgot...

I love to hear the songs my mother listened to...
For when she was advising
that was what was playing...
"The love and happiness"
That Al Green stuff.
That stevie wonder,
Off the Wall,
Fat Luther Stuff
I want to hear a band
back up a love ballad...
Because When My mother advised
She showed me good music....

But now my uncle had a baby
A real NWA
sowing his seed
to that "face down *** up thats the way I like to...."
and well thats what he advised
because all throughout the house
it was "All the way live"
And now my cousin got a baby...
Two Chains sounds way better than One..
And since muppet babies don't come on
the lil man hears Wacka Flacka Flame
When the radio comes on
See the labels say it best
Parental advisory
So the music they suggest
will be what rules
Society...

walks over dry asphalt
in the blistering summer sun
blister on top of blister
skin red and flakey
Heat rashes
are worth it
when momma gives me a dollar
after the white truck says
"Hello"

Roses are Red
and I am Blue
Violets are Violet idiots
and Violence is subtle
until you turn Blue
or black
but I was born like that
and he was born with a turbin
and she was born with a veil
And then there were those born pale
...But what ever the matter they were born
believing that roses are red and violets are blue
not that I should love you too..
But just my brothers and sisters...
not anything different..
and I should beat a Violet till it turns Blue...
Becasue thats what it should do...
No matter if im black, Pale, muslim or hindu
I will beat a Violet blue...
And Keep all roses red
Cuz I still haven't Got to I love you!!

Blank man......
Mind full of emptiness..
Aqua man..
Mind full of water...
Bat man...
Mind full of wealth...
Super man
Mind full of Lois Lane...

Speeding stoping amtrak trains...
And she still on his brain
Do you want that love
do you desire that love
Well my name is Clark Kent
And I can acquire that Love
Super human love
Kind that God sent
and save you from it all.

You just be yourself
Dont ever have to change
And I'll provide you wealth
For nothings out of range
All the creatures in the sea
Will envy you and me
Cuz they will never have
this love that makes us glad

This super human love
speeding train feeling
Polar bear hugs
No baby your not dreaming
As I stated once before
My name is Quentin Briscoe
And Im your superman
Your one and only hero....

Blowing like a hurrican...
You got *****, she got game...
managing the both of them...
jugglin and polishin...
she shine em up hair and all...
Yea shes just glad you had a ball...
man watch out shawty sick...
tosie pops she loves to lick...
so how many does it take...
she'll find out just you wait...
lil red riding hood...
at grandma's house she blew it good...
This big bad wolf I ate her Great...
Taste so good, Regurgitate#

I want our words to make love....
Let us wine and dine in pen...
Ill kiss you from the page...
We'll create no biblical sins...

So poetic
that my physical is pathetic
I mean I fumble words around you..
But when I create, I'm no fool

Subdue you...
underneath you..
I'll ***** you...
Make your feet move..

Give you shakespear cues...
Show you which way to play...
As I write out scenes of love
That last for hours into days...

I'm no genius Just a lover
That gets off to syllables
I passion write in purple
Cause the red is full of bulls...

Let our I's Collide
As we make human i Ts
Saving Graces for our diner
for in each other we both feed..

I'm sure to say I do
If you read a little deeper...
But don't read too fast
cuz I'm know to be a sleeper...

Silence is my killer
Verbal language is my gun
As I have no set targets
go on killing sprees for fun..

Im a ******
Leave women lifeless in bedrooms
Bathrooms, car seats, tee pees and Breakrooms...
Let us have a pow wow...

For I'll empty life into you...
Birth a new prince...
All in the way he touched you..
While leaving no finger prints..

Let Our words..
make Love....
Feel Death...
and Receive Life...

For I Created this to tell you
I want your soul tonight...
but every time you'll read this
You'll know that love is Write...

We are Hurt....
We are Fed Up....
We are proud...
We are Beautiful....
We are Not The Negatives...

We are Baltimore....

We matter....

Thoughts.. You've been nickled and dimed...hassled and crimed...robbed at point blank range...Me too. us The 30 an under...No magic card given by Tom Joyner...We missed out on Odell's, And now get the Owells...institution tuition...constitution divison...We reap what was sown, by the rich and the grown...And given the jobs that our kids should own...Whats 13 dollars when rent is 8 bills...whats flat land when all we got is hills...Nickled and dimed...and their crying for themselevs...greedy money suckers with library shelves..Im you with jingles and bells..protest and yells..that nobody hears..but everybody fears..quaterly robbed...nickled and dimed...as if it was ok to be hassled and crimed..#weinthistogether

The weight upon my back is heavy
Im weak, carrying around
extra weight....
You know my super power
aint super strength..
But saving souls...
and bodies..
I love killing bodies
Killer bodies
Im a sucker for
but this one on my back,
I gotta get it off my back
but I love it when its there
but its so heavy
Its hard to save them others
when You got 5 legs...
wink...
I'm ******
Now get on your knees..
And **** my boot...
Your sick
And I hold the serum...

-Signed
A Psychosuperhero

I wish to lay in you...
Divide and Conquer parts of you...
Call me Hannibal, Ill eat you....  
There's an elephant trunk between you...
Believe the judge I'll rule you..
Sit back while I six you....

See the Molly had her singin happy days for happy ways...
little did she know she'd end up in alleyways...
selling body for protection...
have *** with no protection....
food and water became a luxury...
because Molly was necessary...
and little sherry from south Philly
changed her name to something silly. ..
cuz them happy days got so scary
that she lost all parts of Sherry...
Sweatin in her sleep..
****** on the streets...
Because Tommy wanted money,
she got more than she could hope.....
so he could keep her coming,
back he gave her Molly lace with dope....

inhuman.....to Lust.....
So I have no choice but to desire you...
Greed....
I want all of you....
Gluttony..
Even when I've had enough...
Lazy...
I'll take my good old time...
Angry...
If you leave me....
Envy...
What ever has your time...
Proud..
To say You're all mine.....

You will be the Life in me.....
The Love in me...
The Death of me...
For this is what love causes me to do...
Inhuman things...
that I just can't control...
Because I was born in the world...
But you hold my soul....
Seven ways to heaven....
I'll die without the 8th...
For these are all inside my body...
But for Love I had to wait...
So Inhuman...

Early Morning ****
with mascara on her eyes
switchin side to side
and so much love inside
Beauty in your pocket
You just choose to flaunt it
Early in the morning
Lookin so good
Stirring those desires
given morning wood
thighs starting fires
on the way back to your hood
"how you doin love"
"sweetheart whats your name"
"baby where you going"
"I could love you girl for days",
Early morning walking
through these early morning talkings
you just love the feeling
all this great attention,
to bad with all this passion
they don't get to see your passion
they just catchin this emotions
going through the motions
but your fish nets do the trick
Early morning catchin
bringing in the money
without going through the actions
See I know where your coming from
I know where you been
i know whats in your pocketbook
Can you count the men
Early morning issues
after last nights rendezvous
Sleep your day away,
Sleep your day away...

yesterday I thought of you...
world, and how I would take you over!!!
creating diabolical schemes...
mischievous mischief...
i believed in something..
control...

and then a red head redbone
fumbled into my thoughts...
Asking "what are we going to do today..."
and I say a walk on the beach
a picnic in the sand..
and then....
it hit me...
I'll drop to one knee..
And take over your Whole World!!!

She tussled and fought,
squirmed and wiggled,
the ends of her hairs
oh how they tickled.
She smelled of sugar and spice
like purple haze,
remy martin,
and bubblicious ,
the sins of life...
Everything nice.
Her lips drove me crazy
I could smell the cherry
dying to be burst,
I'm going to save this one
as she fights
I squeeze,
As she bites
I likes,

A woman...
I found a woman
Cuz she won't
just give it up....

How to keep her safe????
thats gonna be hard to explain,
I can see it in her face......

Evergreens with Pine tops

and little ceaders too,

Sap brown, and moss ground,

with patchy skys of blue.

Serenity is,

peaceful secenery of,

dreams that do come true

and sweet portraits of love.

All made well by you

pictures of a better day

All with rays of sun

old memories of gray.

Lovey smell of fresh

Laid getently on me

mind clear,free of fear

Around Me, Serenity

Holiday!! Holiday!!
A Day off of Work
Yay Yay
A Holiday!!!

But he remembers
The Gray stone
called Granite
As You take life for granted

Party!! Party!!
Who having a Cookout
Yay Yay
A Holiday!!!

They just told him
This is your dad
Just a name
On a concrete slab

Happy!!! Happy!!
Chillin Out
Yay Yay
A Holiday!!

But he burns a candle
Places a rose
kneels to pray
On Memorial Day....

Her Breaths are running short,
there is blood everywhere.....


I guess this is the end....

PS. I'm still looking for friends.....

-signed A ****** SUPER HERO

Did you know I am black...
Have you listened to His story....
My mother's hands planted me strong..
I have roots of strange fruits
Swinging, But Winds can't move me..
Sweetly I darken as I ripen...

I believe in The Masters plan..
I speak master of no Man..
I pray that He Rewrites His-tory
Things Only the #Master would demand..
Don't be moved by howling hounds..
I Stand firm upon shakend ground..

Hands up, around my royal stem.
Feet dangle until a breathless end..
One pulls back as ropes tighten..
I think of what could've been..
Come get a taste of sin..
I feed the hunger of men..

Look at me strangely Like deformity
My skin bares no such impurity
I am the son of Light
Burnt in the bossom of RA
My power supersedes this hanging state..
I transcended every time I'm consumed..

You only have days to repent..
Hell has cold places for hatred
Now that heavens a breath away..
Don't hunt what you don't eat..
There is blood on the leaves
As you planted gardens of death..

One hangs on as Strange fruit..
Memories linger in the frozen air..
I believe we share some roots..
Tears water the branches we break..
Stories that can't end as His-tory
Dangling Fruits From the popular trees..

At this momment I'm currently in myspace....the area around me that you cant penetrate...I Dont get to close to your face...you tend to regurgitate...garbage from the radio..you's a stupid *** stupid stupid ***...pollution...that we find to be revolution.. we came from wadding in the water...and being born by the river...What we over comming screaming *** *** ***...throwing out this paper shake it... fast fast fast...What happend to the love make it last last last...Love and happiness see thats the past past past...See we use to be 360 plus active and well rounded...now we just 360 plus a little more the rounded...Hey my people hey my friends...Come and join myspace...We can have a chance to win...Just Come close to MY face...

Forget Your kind words
I feel Like ****
Death
You with bad breath...

I saw the barrel flash
but it didn't
end me
just rearranged

My life looks like
a *******
Go ahead
Google it...

and I feel like
Cold sores
disgusting
pus-ing

Cuz I don't need
your candy
Prescription
I need ******* Medication

Broke artis and this here not my day job...Poor Marvin...and some how I still work hard...Yet Starvin...To create something to feed y'all...burnt pockets...no change to make a phone call...Space rockets...That would be the mission...Good fuel...Feeding intuition...or maybe just a mule and take it old school...Grow my own Words...with my mind on the soil...I just make it taste good..Broke artis start to Spoil..

Vivid Imagination but this right here is real....
How sympathetic can one man feel...
I'm a runner... living free...now i'm crawling...****** feet...
I'm a walker...standing proud...on my knees...running crowd...
I'm a bystander.... filled with joy...knocked to the ground...A ****** toy....
Screams I hear...Screams We hear...Its the screams we fear...
That means the terrors near...getting closer...
So now we pray...When we should have been praying before...
Just because we don't hear no screams doesn't me terror ain't at the door...
Or across the Ocean, across the Seas...
Red, Dead, Black and Blinding...
Because you can't hear the screams..
But I been praying for family...For my dreams...
I never stop asking God for peace...even when I can't hear the screams...
America I beg you take the time to hear the screams...
Because just like you care for those bombs on Boston's streets...
these a school in Syria with bodies across the street....
Theres a Home destroyed in the middle east...
or a town massacred in Mali..
Pray not just today but tomorrow...Pray not just right now but forever...
Because this will be forgotten by you who didn't hear...
This wound will heal for those who didn't lose a limb...didn't bleed a tear...
But tomorrow terror will claim another life...
and how much will you care...
because CNN didn't have a chopper in the air...
Wicked Won't Stop Coming!! But we feel the need to stop praying...
The time is coming...Never stop praying...

always on my mind.... you i never met....tell me why is that...
lets never press rewind... that i might regret...I'll tell why is that...
the past was never kind... the present isn't set... yes we can change that...
All i need is time to find...  you I never met... How would you like that...

That word makes me nervous...
but tell me more....
You know I had a dream about that once
and I woke up all wet...
sweat drenced My floor...
But that was just a dream...
And my friends and I made a bet...
About Using golden Horses
And I lost...
Cuz to me they were just a dream...
Vibrations were just heard through voice..
Cuz I'm not ready to give what it cost...
I keep my parts private...
Locked in a box of chasity..
Not ever to be a charity
but golden shiny platter..
That will be held with respect...

***:
male
Age:
23
height:
5'11
Hair:
Black
status:
******....
that word makes me nervous....
for my wife.....
cuz what if she knows...
what she likes...
But I lost the Bet...
And only had dreams, waking up
Wet...

I'm the flight attended and this plane is going down!!!!!.....
No control....
Because of Pilot Jones....
We hitting homes...
Bout to crash and burn...
If I only learned to fly...
I guess death is the lesson learned...