Weather

 I was call rain constanty judge by the word Pain
coulldnt fix others view looking telescope pointed at my reaveiw
crying over and over again
tears turnt a lil lady to a womanly icon being strong for other weird nerdy groups

I wasint afraid to stick out never run away its just....somtimes my kneess buckle and i go astray
but i know my worth i promise i forseen my truth i couldnt sink my teeth in others pointaview
god knows prays but mine wasing arriving in port
i  know ou can hear my attribute come change my weathering rain........

Fantasy land

This is a speechless
place only dreadful
philandered
trend
 every  step
higher to intimate lie
 every breath I took
is now hers to taste

Fantasy island
dawn  be fretful come near me
lights are dim
you wont find another
exotic  woman
seduction
with her word flow
 tasting her temple lips
every thrust makes her sweat through her pores
dehydration on this
oasis have me stuck


 she absorb my
brush painting her angles
 I taste her succulent
quenching drips of ecstasy  

tired of working our motion of sound
echoed off walls to the next room
for moments of doubt were erase
I succumb over silk sheets
hugging her from behind me

lovers trend, cheaters tried, spouses need,

the ultimate ride...

Her

I Seen her with some one else were grown now time isn't our friend as I stare at the past I remember our puppy love writing notes saying yes or no losing grasp into it isn't! maybe so? naaw its call hope shaking by this... I faint maybe losing my head driving wild by her never to huge her warmth this pain is worst then death she lost my last breath...

War By Emotions

if I express myself to her what would she say/would she grasp & diss me or hug & kiss
dilema I am/ answers I seek if feelings I have buried deep/would you feel the same bout me
If I express myself to him what would he think/What if nothing clicks??/If I let everything go/Would that make me miserable??/Im so confused/I just don't want the love that I have for him to be abused
maybe she is right im wrong/if i start complaints what would change/vivid portraits of us/ fussing at the simple stuff/ acting like kids when we are grown/ if i pack up/get up /and speed way/words she said had my heart heavy everyday
So b4 I make my move/I come to you/I'm caught in a trance/Not even close to focusing on having just another chance/Jus totally furious for not taking control of the feelings that wasn't meant for tomorrow/Sigh...I'll rather move on than to sit here in sorrow...

Mysteries

Could we work from plantations or civilizations or medieval times to now abolishing all feeling making me cold what's happening to me I mean us I mean our soul I never had chance to breath through you gasping for knowledgeable greed confessionstands admitted ways into published riots as leaders turn dictators or democracy leading villagers to fates...

Word....

gime a beat so I can see who I beat I confess im less but bless with poetic poetry I wrote way too many but I still ink up papers ask anybody my poems are generaters i aint bragging its just a skill nobody can ask if they werent real I love poetry so fam just chill i write weddings. partys, I even did a book heres the hook gime a beat so I can see who I can beat I confess I'm less but bless with poetic poetry........

Happy Birthday to me

I admit im twenty two and older then a few
they say wisdom comes with age well mine
collected much without a sound or soft touch
I said goodbye to my childhood long ago
people say childrens never grow up then again it was two years and two decades ago
back when 90S rock and 25 cent soda pops
I been around the world and walk by much I
seen kids turn to pimps others thug some educaters
but most of all I live to tell a story and told others as well
I would have run from this but 360s have a way of coming round again
so happy bday to us heres a red cup with lemonade drink up

Holiness

God I havent been complete I took all the 100 percent
falling deeper then a storm drain passin-by the tide and walking
out I been stressed hair coming out God I repent I need yoour aura
your spirit your holiness transform me jehovah
grandma tho I long for you I felt I lost you
way too fast and I slip into mug and i got scratches
you wasint there to comfort me and bandage my sores
so who am I realyl I pray to foresee
sins I commitedand rights i wrong thats why i write you everyday hold me hold me again
hoilness
drunk driver hit me having one to many and didnt stay awake
walking the same routine only stop for ice-cream I was only 11
when a bright light came and a tunnel I walk human yet spirit
if only I could say I forgive you I want your heavans holiness
again
I write this before you rise so all will know to pray

Word.....

gime a beat so I can see who I beat I confess im less but bless with poetic poetry I wrote way too many but I still ink up papers ask anybody my poems are generaters i aint bragging its just a skill nobody can ask if they werent real I love poetry so fam just chill i write weddings. partys, I even did a book heres the hook gime a beat so I can see who I can beat I confess I'm less but bless with poetic poetry........

Happy Halloween

Copy me imtate free
word speaks volumes when they jerking
off style
seat free stay a while
walk toe to toe
sandal or flops
lay-ups and free shots (alcohol)
you havent read? I want it my way

and I need Mints and candy canes
its halloweeenn so imma scare out brains
imma bully gimme your chicken chain
aaahh ahhh ahhh king kong
red bottoms high heels she hads a mofo sex appeal

dont wanna but gotta say
doop wooop dooop woop
men watch your daaughters
women wtch your boys
its a full mooon and criminals are deployed

Eyrie Days

If I may... could I love you
not doing the good times but sad,hurtful, bad days
even family disputes
I seen your best and its ok
but I would rather fix your mechanics
then have a working one anyday

noo im not saying be incomplete
im bestowing what worth i have for you
indeed its confusing but often truth some ladies
dont want the insprations i overshadow you with
i may see you at your highest but i would rather
see bottom first then slowly raise to the occasion
like the turtle did the rabbit nomatter
our race or opponets we face our
time will surly become a finishline.... first place!

Once

she spoken once as it seem to bestow
a woman who became silver and gold
yet down to the earth more ways then one
love to be love and I only seen her
Once
I couldnt believe my words were empty frozen
couldnt accept not giving my all to her
I wasint a man only half I stand close to thee
dreaming of her fragance her sweet
bitter taste only I saw her once
but never erase a thingyfeeling
of her grace
you see woman are plenty and half are only
a chance i take but one will only fill the place
she was her but never I saw so
till this day her portrait is on my wall

Life

Don't flee my love
Only sit on passenger seat
cutless supreme
kiss my lips for closure
rather your ex wasint enough I promise
i'll suppress that thought
wrap legs and relax your behind
define sex into letters dwell into your spine
bend into limbo pose let me wither into
giant masturlility
speaken to be spoken too I want you in my favorite
football t-shirt nothing under to wear
after weary days I whisper carring cares
rumors spread of us noises volume you know I laugh at poverty
and neagtivity people were ready for departing ways
waiting to break I couldnt be more happy
to slap them into faces of pain and tortutre of years deprime
mmy life with you isnt a journey but a forthcoming ride
take me for a message on facebook
I sent months ago
I saw you in a sex group showing goods
for a smaller thirsty ego
I was afraid to admit my feelings for you believing you'll picture me into a bowl
a bowl of the same negros who saw photos
but i am different so love me for
me dont demean your attitude to
unbelieveth...my ole lady
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Ghetto stories

You know some folks say
words are only heard by screams
see living in suburban neighborhods is only fiction
everyday I hear shots bullets with unkown names
dirty cops thristy for green
trying low blows for american lifestyles
Youu know I use to believe I could make a generation change
like doing a difference would make a change instead a 12 gauge shotty exit spaghetti
brains 32 shots 1 for each block miss with a 38 special or automatic glock reload magazine for two area codes
spots I fear for myself not because who area but scared of the ghetto monster consuming me into what I am not
I remember once...you know back in ole days
moom used to cook sunday dinner & for moments life seem
endless until my step dad came to our apt drunk and carrying a knife
stabbing mother twice once up in the head other down in the chest
I tried the hardest to overcome him but i fell short into his fist
so once you ask how im a living i'll say life a bitch instead of me fucking her shes the one whos pole
ram into my hole now tell me!!! this ish isnt truth imma real O.G THRU END THRU

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Woman

I walk into a yard full of unhappiness
knocks twice to a unanswer door
its cracks so loud i push slowly
as I stride pass the outside in
I see nothing but a see through
dress driping wet
telling me to enter
her strong tear away the innocence
nomore will little ldy i'll make
the woman yet dont sweat yet give me that s.e.x

Deceit

I realise struggle can be harder then rock weighing on my anger disputes chosen my personal reviews they chose this lost dude
see women take and take until its over now I felt negative rebound I saw the taste of green in her eyes thirsty like a ghetto chick always acting perfect when reality rubs the make up off her fuckery kit so ask is its more tears and sorrow heartache and pain just f it the clouds gone its over now no judge I have no complaints..............

Success

I try to succeed but yet struggle is on the horizon I climb the mountain peak yet i have success in a dried field homies down liquor screens makes pouring real women temp me and i buckle my knees tempatations is a criminal which steals my educational needs god knows my direction why couldnt he send it to my mailbox or email my yahoo at anytime yet i try to beat oppressions but im exhausted i learn lessons 23 and im still getting blessings just trying to find the one who share my spoils of war truth be told.....poetry