The bags that's formed up under my eyes from allowing you to wander my mind all night doesn't compare to the baggage I've yet to let go.
Here I am writing at 2:30 am allowing my past to linger with a blow.
The world as I knew could not exist without you..as if when you left, the earth came to a holt.
Reality crumbled into atomic pieces with no way for me to put the pieces back together.
I thought you'd never leave my side, I now see I may have gotten too comfortable.
My pride will probably never admit that I do miss you although I must go with the wind & move on..
When you left, it did not sit well on my mentality..
But I'll gather these pieces you've dashed into my heart that shattered and rebuild my reality..

Let me take you on a trip, let telepathy Guide us into a higher dimension
Carress my mind with intellect before you try to get hypnotized from the thoughts of caressing my things.
To get into me you must first
Take a ride.
Glide into the warm winds on my rainbow, tune into my spiritual channel, then slide into my *** of gold,
explore me in all ways, lay into every part of my soul..speak of philosophy, hip hop, poetry, black history, universal laws that all cause my body to glow..
Awaken me,
Attract my attention to yours like a magnet exchanging energies
Create explosive ******* within my heart before you try to dive into me.
Give me the feeling of what love is actually made of, let's reach higher up.
Let's change the world together.
A glance from your eyes shall give me sweet pleasure.
Quantum level love,
enlighten me, ignite me.
Paint a picture of your thoughts in the form of art, simplex my visions, levitate my mind.
swirl your intellect into mine as if you could be the next Albert Einstein.


Give me that blissful feeling of a peace of mind..
elevate me, drift me into the cosmos and connect your third chakra to mine.
Connect your vibrations to mine to lift me into a higher frequency just from the look of your eyes.

Flow me into space, serve me ecstasy, help me reach galaxies even NASA couldn't achieve..
study my anatomy,fly me open,
drift your brown lips into mine and Gently use your tongue as a paintbrush to fill, my canvas.
nice circular motions as if you were creating planets, Venus, Mars..
Visions of stars, creating our own universe, colliding our bodies as if we were creating a big bang..
which  shakes my legs into vibrations of unstoppable rates.
Trampoline me off into galactic, make me blast into a higher state.
The faster you go, you'd need a submarine,
Dive into my odyssey at an atmospheric pressure,
surf your tongue on my waves, control and rule through my waters, glide into it as if you were Poseidon.
The more I try to drift, grasp into my hips, gravitationally pull me closer.
Bring out the best in me, discover my hidden golden treasures.
Make my moans flow into harmonies, medlodies, creating instrumentals as if you were hitting the chords of a piano..
forcefully hit my keys as I rapidly reach capacity.
As I strongly Gripp & pull your ***** roots, flowing deeper and deep.
The deeper you go, drum into me, create rhythmic beats..make me feel it in my body.
From your light, your touch I'll gladly address you as my highness.
Bless me up as we puff and pass nature from the Earth, then may we fall asleep in silence.

There's a little girl deep within my heart that sometimes never wants to leave the play ground.
as if I was Peter Pan in never land, I wish I could never land..
like a bird in the sky..I often wish I was one of them..
the way they openly spread their wings,
live in trees and soar in the clouds, glide with the wind and create rhythmic sounds...
The beautiful part is...you never see them too long on the ground...
see..there's fire on earth blazing through these streets in the hands of the ***** white police.
Suppressing, attempting to frighten us rather than protect us.
My arms, Immensely breaks into sweat hoping their perception of me from the way I'm dressed or the color of my skin doesn't make me appear suspicious.
many men blazing out of mini vans blasting at innocent citizens.
The system doesn't know of love. All they know is war.
Bullet wounds creates scars that screams out
survival..violent, violence, for all the blacks that were victimized..
may we have a moment of silence?..
there's fire on earth blazing through the actions of the wealthy..
capitalist blatantly continuing to ****** the minds of the blind, appealing to humanities deprived fantasies to establish green funds
with bank accounts more bigger than their egos...
Now were Young Rich ****** attempting to live the lifestyle of to the Migos.
Using their greed of green to deceive & keep down my people..
There was a time when mainstream rap music was socially conscious..
consisting of young visionary artists When music came from the heart, enlightening, unity, cultural, empowerment, hope.
Now it's all about the dough, these Multi billion dollar corporate vultures are marketing rappers like chief keef
Devaluing the lives of black people for exchange for financial gain.
Dominating air waves with hate..
now were ski masking down the fast lane, rafts of shootings down the street, opening fire to one another, doing the job of the KKK.
When we invited that white man with a dog eat dog nature into Africa, he possessed a mentality to eat us away, now were possessing his same mentality today.
Now were hating ourselves and killing others.
Embrace your rich melanin..Love this...*points at black skin Love this.
the true present is this gift from God, not st Nicolas.
There is no American dream for me, there is only reality.
see, I unlocked through the chains of restriction and while fire burns through these streets to keep us down, fire slowly burns through these joints to keep me lifted, I inhale through these spliffs because they drift me to the road of freedom. I spread my wings, I fly soaring the skies without no fears...
when the smoke clears,
I find myself skating by the Lilly fields where the warm winds blow in hopes of running into a 4 leaf clover..
People staring as if Im An alien although I sometimes feel alienated living in this 20th century with 70s bohemian ways..
Im building blocks to reach greatness, I keep my head up & pray...
I'm learning Patience since even the great pyramids of Giza wasn't build in a day.
Still dreaming,
I untangled from these chains,
With the confidence of Harriet Tubman when she followed the north star, I am truly free.
Still dreaming...I proudly spread my wings..

Being a bag lady isn't worth it.
So I left them into yesterday.
I am only focused on today.

Harmonies flowing from her voice..
Melodies as if it's the sound of an instrumental...
Her amazing sounds flowing into my mental..
As if we were playing to the chords of a piano..
I slowly hit her keys that makes her hit ******...
Our bodies wetly splashing at an overly dramatic capacity...
Our ranging body motions help her change her noise sounds as if she's a Camelot..
The love we create with tuned vibrations at higher frequencies..
Heart beating in motion rapidly..
The key to her love as she screams on key so beautifully and passionately.
I see why I fell for her...
Well I hope she doesn't let me go, I have a loving habit to cling..
I'll give her my all as if I'm Jimi Hendrix on guitar strings..

Most guys lead away from being themselves...
As if attaching from their bodies to live to be someone they aren't only to get women..
Fitting in to be accepted, as if you said, "Let me not be who I really am.
There's a girl I've been digging since freshman year but the guys she likes, I'm nothing like them...
I mean I bought her flowers, but I'm not the most muscular, I'm thin and I'm slim.
Well maybe if I tell her she's a bad *****, I'm considered cool...
Let me deduct her with these words, since it's the norm to be cruel...
I mean, I see the other dudes do it and everything seems right.
Let me wear the latest Jordans since that's what these girls like..
Sag my pants down low, yeah they like that sight..
Get that Gucci belt? Yeah I might!
Bring her closer to me, and she'll be catching my flight.
I need to look flashy, I'll rent a Mercedes, and get that club booth...
Throwing money in the air, showing off my gold tooth.
Buy her the latest drinks, she's now drunk and feeling mused.
Body all golden lying sluggish in my bed...
The girl I once bought flowers is now about to give me head...
I mean I thought she was beautiful but now she looks used.
Eyes low as mine but I like this view.
I mean I thought she liked nice guys but she's probably just confused.
I feel a little bad but my ego surely doesn't.
Besides I'm drunk and high, and I've been sipping on robitussin.
She sees a guy that cares, though now all I want is to be pleased."
Thinking to yourself like "who is this guy I've became, it's no longer me..."
I then forget those thoughts as she  slowly gets on her knees.
The feeling I felt, she had brains on her like a college scholar.
I mean she did graduate top of her class and this pleasure was an honor roll...
The way she rolled,
her tongue on the tip.
The feeling I felt, in each and every grip.
Am I falling through lust, this girl is too much.
Do I love the feeling or am I saying I love her...
I started to say "I luhhhh"then The feeling made me slur..
It suddenly hit me, and I remembered where I met her..
The same girl I couldn't get being myself...now has her face in my lap!
All from a club..where I had to impress her at...
That same church girl, that's supposedly Christian..
I met her in the club and she indeed did sin.
To step away from being a gentlemen is now what most women find attraction in...

Dreams..can I aim high..
taking a dip into the art world, I find myself in a colorful and alluring time
The beauty of nature on a walk to my home..
Green leaves and blue skies light up on the journey i roam.
As if I can take a paint brush and draw what I see.
Smearing and smashing bright colors on canvases slowly and vividly
Big dreams money can't buy, I see more than just green.
if this be my dream, then I shall believe.
I dream of aiming high, and achieve to succeed.
I crave a great feeling, I live to be free.
I open my curtains and see the busy city.
NY subways, the city that never sleeps
Blue paint on the canvas, as I paint the skies.
The beauty of the sun shines so bright.
Buildings high in the clouds..
People walking rapidly as I look down and see crowds.
These are my dreams, of living my life.
Traveling with the wind, flight after flight.
City after city, high flying birds in my sight.
I'll continue to dream, I'll continue to write.
Imagination is everything but this is reality...
Though In today's society, this is defined as abnormality..
I'm then described as a ****** that's introverted and unproductive.
As if these corporations don't use workers, using money as a tool to be seductive.
Put money in our faces, and we work like slaves?
The way they do the people, only to manipulate.
Forgetting to live life, only to get paid..
Waking up stressed, each and every day?
No time to enjoy the world, and live in the now..
The dreams you once imagined, they tumble all down.
So I'll follow my dreams..I always chose love first.
To plunge in my first love and grow in immerse.