Flashing lights....

Invade my sights
when my thoughts
are like...

Divorced thighs..
lips Swelled prepped
to resist my
goodbye...  

Constricted hello's
while I play peek aboo
with her insides... her
breast dance to the melody's
played when satisfaction stops
to say hi...

I love her music, encouragement
for our momentary desires to
continue fusing..... Her ******
brewing, intimate temperatures
beg sensation to convert into
fluid, her appreciation
oozing...

waste that demands
a volume increase
in her music while
her legs mimic the
speech of someone
in need of a pronunciation
improvement... Her stomach
too friended that stuttering
movement.... Excitement's
introduction to the lungs
is a bit confusing altering
the amount of air needed
and what the body loses

I love her music...

Soundtracks of lust
play from our bodies
as we continue this
bonded movement...
her tones, multi pitched
moans mixed with the
bathing sound of her ocean
cruising... our boats collide
lending us such blissful
bruisings,
smooth sailing.....
her unlimited supply
of friction proofing

I love her music
Day dreaming

© 2014 viewtifulink

When something's not
right..... Homeless, unsheltered
by your category of routine....
it may invite emotions mental
security hired for the dismissal
of any loitering  

angry disappointment and frustration
just to name a few guards within
your mind who's considered the
most mean, tell me again why
your mind requested it's streets
to be clean

we are rich....
with health so many
can't even afford to
breathe... Can you
imagine living with
dreams of being able
to breathe absent
machines, or...: having
to bathe and hydrate
your child with water's
struck with a disease that
feast on living things, I'm
not revoking your right
to complain just lending
you the thought of  the
perception of you through another's
lens may mimic the one of
a king

we take so much for
granted and stress the
minor things when so
many struggle to survive
and pray that god intervenes

Silenced

© 2014 viewtifulink

Freedom: exemption from external
control.

are we free? where I live
it's rare to encounter one
who's skin shares no resemblance
with me.. If so he's protected by
a shield that grants him authority

Time has been granted
the assist to ending
slavery people they never
removed the chains they just
made them hard to
see..

schools equalized in
a sense that they welcome
you and me yet I've been
in four schools through twelve
years and my complexion stained
the flesh of ninety percent of those
who weren't qualified to teach  

are we free? Freedom of
choice now an ability
but what we're given
for choice rotates the
cycle that eats my
community

****** and sports
two of the easiest routes
to living successfully  so
they flood our streets
with what is needed to
build  the thought that
this skill came naturally

practice makes perfect
there's courts every
where your sights
can reach while drugs
were placed here as an
option which aided in
feeding and destroying
families, with drugs came
weapons defending what's
yours a necessity so we ****
then go to prison that's two
for the price of our standard
desire to feed

this story to common
in a rappers break down
of what he's seen, most
good at story telling so
they sell stories of surviving
such horrid scenes... through
media free of charge we continue
to purchase fraudulent dreams
only to mimic with hope
on living successfully  

as for athletes, naturally
we are prepared
physically, once were
good enough were promoted
to a higher level of
minority... Television and
money a platform that feeds
us clarity so our youth strives
to become worthy enough to
live on that expensive leash

this is just my
opinion my people
were never truly
freed some may have
made it past thee control
but never lived long enough
to guide our release

Still a slave

© 2014 viewtifulink