I am thirsty
But not for a cup of Black Coffee
Nor do I thirst for a cool refreshing glass of water
No, I thirst for your love

Nothing can taste sweeter than your love
Not even sweet tea
Not even soda with it's 32 grams of sugar
Only your love can excite my taste buds

I would sip it and not gulp it down
because I want to savor the taste
I don't want to drink fast
and not enjoy the beverage

I am thirsty for your love nothing else, nothing more

Since she whom I loved hath paid her last debt
To Nature, and to hers, and my good is dead,
And her soul early into heaven ravished,
Wholly on heavenly things my mind is set.
here the admiring her my mind did whet
To seek thee, God; so streams do show the head;
But though I have found thee, and thou my thirst hast fed,
a holy thristy dropsy melts me yet.
But why should I beg more love, whenas thou
Dost woo my soul, for hers offering all thine:
And dost not only fear lest I allow
My love to saints and angels, things divine,
but in they tender jealousy dost doubt
lest the world, flesh, yea, devil put thee out.

No you don't wanna **** wit me mane..
No you don't wanna mess with my team.
No you don't wanna **** wit my gang
No you don't wanna **** wit me mane..
Aye..(no you don't 9)...

(No you don't wanna **** wit me mane..
No you don't
No you don't wanna mess with my team.
No you don't
No you don't wanna **** wit my gang
No you don't wanna **** wit me mane..
/No you don't2/..Aye..No you don't )2

No you don't..Yeah..you ******* don't want nothing wit me mane, no you don't..I'll tell yall straight up one wrong move then its (bang2)..to yo dome, & I ain't wit gun violence mane, I believe in a fair one on one,  but if one fight then we all fighting that's just the rules of my gang homie, Aye none of these stank ******* is getting a dime from me, no they won't..no these major labels won't use me like a dummy,.. no they won't..Aye
I'm creating new waves like Jonesboro beach, Only For The Real Entertainment, theres only one real one mane & that's me,Uhh..I'm not soning none of these ******* so don't claim me to be..Aye, Yeah mane..No you don't wanna **** wit me lames Aye, just stay away..its gonna be alot of problems if you do **** wit me mane, so please don't play wit me, I'm saying that nicely, don't try me, because you don't wanna fight me..(no you don't4)..,aye I'll take yo **, & **** her just like Tupac did Faith  then feature dat ***** on a song wit me..Uhh,Yeah boss player status *****..Ayo..I gotta stay pimping, Never simping..
Noo I don't trust these **'s my *****, I learned that from Snoop man..Ayo

The game should never be sold just told, & Noo I ain't just selling dreams I'm blessing the streets..Yeah dawg, Uhh, I gotta get my bread up dude like a Sara Lee truck stocking up, so noo I can't pay attention to all these **** ******, &  I can't pay attention to all of these thristy ***** **'s Noo.. young *****...I'm on go,no slo mo,OFTR, work fast pace like a crack ****** in a race, mane..Aye.
OFTR, we made it to our destination, even tho the Feds was steady watching me plotting tryna stop my plans to succed,..We still prosper, mane..Yeah we still prospering, Thank God, we made it to the the top, Yeah ***** we in the sky, We so high..We so fly.., like a Jet, in stealth mode, we came outta no where guns blazing destroying anything in our way man..Aye man
**** being famous mane, I hustle tryna attain wealth, yeah I rather be rich than famous shoutout to the north side thugs man..Uhh..

(No you don't wanna **** wit me mane..
No you don't
No you don't wanna mess with my team.
No you don't
No you don't wanna **** wit my gang
No you don't wanna **** wit me mane..
/No you don't2/..Aye..No you don't )2


Aye..(no you don't16)..
Aye.., I always knew that I was gonna be big dawg, Yeah I was a star way before stardom,Yeah..in my mind I was living like I already dun made it to the big leagues man, that's how you should think too..Yeah I was a Rockstar way before I was rocking alot of stages..yeah Imma professional at this , Aye man..these other ****** had music out way before I did, but they still under me,no competition, they so amateur, Yeah I'm way ahead of all of them busters..
They suckers , literally my *****..Aye,Yeah..

Uhh, **** being patient, chase after yo attractions full speed, ****** gonna hate always especially when you tryna do better mane, **** em..forget em, let the hate just motivate you Yeah..keep yo head up do what ever that you gotta do to feed yo fam, but don't be a ***** *** made *****  *** *****, be your own boss, Yeah build up your own corporation & teach others the ways of becoming a boss player too man..
Yeah..
I been dreaming & thinking about my future , & I know its much brighter than the present is mane, I'll be so grateful when I can finally live in it homie,..Uhh I'm staying up all night I'm just too excited for it, like Christmas morning so Imma keep putting more work in, Aye..versatile lyrics Yeah man they say practice makes perfect well I'm a good example of it..yo, I  thought of these lyrics not on purpose but subconsciously my *****, Uhh Imma g, a genius,...Yeah mane

No you don't wanna **** wit me mane..
No you don't wanna mess with my team.
No you don't wanna **** wit my gang
No you don't wanna **** wit me mane..
Aye..(no you don't 9)...

(No you don't wanna **** wit me mane..
No you don't
No you don't wanna mess with my team.
No you don't
No you don't wanna **** wit my gang
No you don't wanna **** wit me mane..
/No you don't2/..Aye..No you don't )*2
(no you don't *16)...

My throats dry i wonder
why???????????


IM NOT HERE ANYMORE

Put a padlock on the backstock.
I gave a sweet goodbye wave.
People make fun of how I behave.
Alcohol drains common sense from your brain.
Pukes out the poison down the drain.
Can make your boyfriend homicidal & insane.
It is lame.
They have only themselves to blame.
A hangover migrane all the same.
On your heart & liver puts strain.
With him his whisky shots are to the rim.
Drinking from morning, to noon, til the next moon.
Stumbling around the room.
Be kind & brave.
Free yourself of a drunken slave.
Salvage what is left of your mind.
Don't be the guy who trys to lie.
Sobriety you never gave a try.
Pave the way I gave.
Yourself you must save.
It gets loud under a thunder cloud.
Do you ever wonder....
Why zero is the number,
To which you plunder?
Lazy & slumber....
Do you need a glass of water.
Thristy? Why do I even bother?
I actually love my daughter.
Better without a drunken dumped father. I met someone so much hotter.

They say you can see a lot in a mile
I see a lot more in a smile
Pearly white gates speaking those things driving me wild
At the same time being mild in your own style

Tattooed your love on my heart before I did my skin
So I was dedicated to us before we knew it was a sin
I've let God be in control, Im the sim
Cause you never know true love unless true loves in

Words sink into your heart thru your chest from my lips
If my love was a faucet, it would drip
Leaving fingerprints of my love for you on my trips
And If I every get thristy, I could take a sip

A man of few words except this poetry or spoken word
For I can never express myself right if the words dont rhyme, ya heard
Im crazy in love, stray jacket for my stay-at-home love, im disturbed
However if you need it, Kiwi, Im ready for action any verb

An angel descended from the starry heaven at eleven, sole reason to caress in her love from my mind to my chest in less than 60 seconds after she says I do....And I will too....

Walk Tall..

Walk Tall my child walk tall,
The vultures will soon be gone..walk tall,
This razed land knows its blood in the fall,
As it imbibed the pious juice in its ***** afterall,
The tears that roll down from your aspen eyes,
Will nourish many a thristy soul that silently cries,
How will we forget the enemy that came,
And our own brethern of doubious fame,
That tore our home and stole our land,
And backed us to our last stand..
The time will come when it will be over,
And the sun will shine in the morning hour,
So be ready my little one,
Thou are sure the chosen one,
You have to rule these meadows and all,
So walk Tall..walk tall walk tall.

.i never sought to see a vision of god, only his shadow, as i never seeked to hear his voice, but only the whisper, of his thought: and it thus expressed, morally convened: for i am by pentagram bound to say: it, all is, right before me - the world and all that deservers a master, and the one who is willing to reciprocate, whether doubt-ridden or doubtless, whether infuriated by prayer, or a militant denier.

better to exfoliate in one's vices,
than cherish one's virtues,
better to acknowledge one's ills
that champion one's graces -
to acknowledge one's burdens
is also to carry less gold
of the accomplished talents.

besides, i am thinking of the bigger picture,
am i part of something greater?
greater as in: the universal plan...
hell no!
               i'm part of a horde,
a horde that's been waiting for the next
tool album - 13 years and it's still
another 2 months till its release...
i'll make sure to buy it on vinyl,
         after all... all vinyl purchases
come with a code that lets you download
a digital copy...
            but i've been thristy for some
modern prog rock (metal, etc.) -
and it's not like i ever got into
muse - no twilight saga inspiration
to see here, sorry stephanie -
i just don't dig their ****,
   the screeching vocals...
     no, my uncle, a gen Xer,
and, as m.g.t.o.w. as you can be...
he once once said that simon gallup was
one of the best bass guitarists in music,
i'm not even going to mention
the red hot chilli man... pointless...
    but... for my generation,
the "dreaded millenials"... no other akin
to justin chancellor...
              bass is so important,
so so important: you need that space
in between the drums and the rhythm guitar...
******* solo all you want:
you don't have decent engineering
on the bass, so that it's prominent -
you have jackshit...

        on another point of interest...
i once heard a h'american voodoo satanist blah blah
treat the concept (not a theory) of solipsism
as a mental illness...
         well... tell that to a schizophrenic...
if the drugs don't work to hush out
the claustro-**** affair of not being
the only person (voice) inside his own head?
a bit... cluttered, wouldn't you say?
   but imagine, beside the drugs...
engaging a schizophrenic into meditating
solipsism...
           one tier above atheism from my
perspective, it's a binary schematic...

an atheist represents: 0,
  a schizophrenic represents: 1...
     why is that?
       the atheist is trying to plug a hole...
a schizophrenic is trying to salvage
his: self...
                 ideal representation...
i think: much more productive in ensuring
**** sticks together, finding your self (the reflective
form), to later express yourself (the reflexive
form) of it-self...
                 i always found atheism
to be so arrogant, boring,
     barely sniffing at the feet of a bow...
it almost makes me admire the way muslims
pray... i once cried at the beauty
of an adhan...
                  so... the right kind of islam is...
in a way: titillating me...

   ah... ****... it will never work...
          i like this quote:

some people live to eat,
     while others: eat, to live...
           i guess i'm of the latter persuasion...
a decent stew, nothing fancy,
even today i had the saliva for a parisian
pancake... so i made myself a parisian
pancake... with melted cheese and ham
and a tomato and chilli radish...

kiwi cider... i just love how some spirits
and the weaker stuff all have a story...
    **** me, they even enjoy dabbling
in phonetics (ohld-moot-sy-der) -
old mout (mawt) cider... get it right kiwis...
pineapple & **** rasberry...
   and it even has a name...
would you believe it?!
                         a trending topic...
nice... alongside when ms. amber jumps
into that ginger ale jacuzzi?
      a fine, fine evening is waiting for me
at the end of a day and into the night...

but, the kiwis did get one thing right...
unlike all the nanny propaganda
placed on most bottles in england...

    please drink responsibly
     2.0 units...
      but... there is no message from
the "chief": medical examiner...
   responsible adults should not exceed
a daily consumption of alcohol
  men 3 - 4 units daily
   women 2 -3 units daily...
          me? for the past few years?
roughly 40 units daily...
   but wow... look at all this poo'etry...
the kiwi cider company considers
only two acts as discrediting you from
drinking responsibly...
   there's a whittle picture of a pregnant
woman enclosed by red circle
    and a / in it... a big no no...
and?
              a whittle picture of a car:
    and as already stated...
       i get bothered when people ask:
how much? how much?
                      it's even my brain,
or my liver...
                 if i can get a decent amount
of sleep each and every night,
my liver can **** itself;
    there's nothing worse than bouts
of chronic insomnia that lead you toward
staying awake for nearly 48 hours
   and still unable to feel tired,
     that's when the hallucinations start
creeping in,
  but at least in a more stable environment...
more in vitro than in vivo...
   no safer environment to hallucinate when
sleeping: hence calling it dreaming...
  it's like these hallucination are like gut
bacteria of the brain...
         they need to express themselves
     to the brain after a certain threshold
of staying awake is breached...
                                            not fun...
p.s. **** rhyming poetry,
              sure, it's cute, it was great when
Dante did it... but i don't see all the great
masters from Ovid through to Hesiod and past
Horace doing it...
   cute poetry doesn't satisfy the thirst
for something, on the lines of: epic.

Piercing through. Rays arriving upon rise.

Your there with me; witness an art form or so i believe.


Blood thristy screaming silent shared in oath. Neverminding the pain only to be seen laughing.

All the while, it brings a smile i cant hold back. Afterwards, i take you into my arms kissing away the escaping crimson.

With the lips, i imagine you wish for a kiss. Then stay with me. Dont let deep moments such as this just be a wound, my true friend.

the heat of the city
feel it what a pity
for the brothers and sisters who
have 2 come to work for a living as they
living in the city
my Lord what a day!
it finally came my way
to see another god-forsaken heated day.
it's summer time!
summertime---
and the living is hell
can you tell?
from sweat coming off my forehead feeling
thristy and half dead.
yes it's summertime!
it's a hot july
and that's no lie
it's hotter in july, august, september
or did you forget or did u remember
how the summer of long ago was?
it's summertime--
and the living is hell
can you tell?
when the weather is dry?
fish stopped jumping
and that girl is good looking
so rush everybody
to the ac inside...

july 2002

lord i come
to thee again
because thy soul
have thristy wings
to guide me with
heaven's light but
fill thy heart with sight

Father
I pray to you
Cause truly i don’t know what else to do
The devils a liar
But I am a fighter
Fighting for your kingdom
Fighting for things that are higher
If you are willing
Hear me out
My baby sis is thristy
She’s in a drought
I pray for living water to flow
Fill her up so she can hurt no more
She needs you
I need you
We need you
Reveal yourself to her
She needs to see you
See who you truly are
Look at my hands
Don’t you see the scars
Death has lost its sting
With you is where we need to be
Jesus come back and finish the story
Life without you is really boring
I will fight till there ain’t nothin left
They did not repent of their murders
Or their sorceries
Or their ****** immorality
Or their thefts
Don’t they know
That the blood can make them clean
Believe in me and I’ll give you life
ETERNALLY