One day while lounging she asked me casually, how much do you love me? most males melt at the mere mention of love measurement but I had an answer deemed heaven sent I held up my writing hand spread my thumb and pointy finger apart from one another – about an inch "This much baby" I said with a grin then all hell broke loose she wanted to beat me down put my head in a noose Wait, listen you asked me a question at least let me explain those two fingers spread apart can fit inside them the sun Its all about perspective baby and where you are looking from if I stretch my arms a yard long and tell you that’s how much you fill my heart if you don’t believe that yourself then we are doomed from the start and listen I know this thing is a two way street If you are not feeling the love then I must change the way I speak the way I live the way I breathe the way I give everything that I do will be for you so when you’re out with your friends and one of them dares to ask Girl, how much does your man love you? you can hold up your two fingers to the sun and they will laugh but you will smile knowing that that space stretches for miles perspective
I am a kisser I enjoy all forms of the art sometimes it can just be all lips then it can be all tongue for my french folks but I love to do both kiss; lips then a little tongue then bite a little suck one lip then the next hold your head with both hands and tilt it back kiss your neck, chin then back to lips again don’t kiss my ears, I can hear you slurping kiss me where it matters………..oohhhhh… right there how do you like to kiss? please tell me
running out of air, lying fetal against a backdrop of heroin needles so many dreams, images of past/future flash before my eyes, closing to slits enveloping darkness cools the skin rigor mortise begins developing repulsive convulsions, spewing green yellow phlegm, engaged in a winless fight rooster crows, spirit takes flight. guardian angel stands on trial, alone in the defense of my soul in my time of need, I suffered from an addiction no immortal could understand, subjection of substances drives mere mortals insane: contemned by the ruling, angel raises his wings
and soars into the heavens, causes…..
rain to fall from above opulent eyes gaze hypnotized by his extravagance, he moved by the pending sacrifice of my soul to hell, born from a weak mind swoops down and captures my spirit before it enters the eternal pyre (sp)iraling by the assembly as he flies by, then lifts my essence to heaven where I forever reside
I want to write love songs like Donny Hathaway or Lenny Williams’ Cause I love you joint short, sweet to the point how I love you songs like Luther duets with singers like Mariah/Whitney feel their smooth falsettos take over me I want to write love songs that Kenny Rogers would sing give a few to American Idol let the amateurs do their thing I want to write love songs notes that whine like Keith Sweat entice my listeners to love making rhythms their bodies would never forget I want to write about Love’s ups and downs mold them into emotions that have heart shaped sounds I want to write love songs for Earth, Wind and Fire birth classics from fantasies ignite lips into future hits I want to be completely naked onstage with Janet shooting love tunes to the red planet alien probes left to decipher truths offer love loops to the heavens above messages placed; chirped by Prince’s white doves angels would blush as the blood seemingly fills their wings of lust feelings so strong to decipher would take scientists centuries long phrases only understood by two me and my one and only I want to write love songs for you
I view it from the mountaintop looking down upon all of the participants wishing like an only child only to be included the last one picked in a game of kickball I miss the feel of love’s gentle fingers gently stroking the back of my head letting me know that everything is ok I miss love’s breath along my cheek just before a kiss now I wish that I remembered her phone number love is planted in earth’s richest soils high atop Mount Vesuvius dark lava fertilizer watered with tears of endearment sprouting a bud of trust then releasing one petal at a time to be picked and placed upon heavens lapel she loves me she loves me not life without love is hard enough but earthly measures of heart’s pleasures given by purveyors of distrust; dishonesty spoils the vibrant pulp inside our fruit before it has chance to ripen consumed rotten, love comes out the same inhaled essence of life's lessons divided by the path one takes to find it’s hidden treasures tires on the mind some say true love is supposed to be easy to them I say you have yet to begun to live anything worth fighting for is as hard as a diamond thus joined in a union with God becomes the most challenging thing to break apart how do I view love I told you from the start through a stained glass window once clear now over taken by my fallen tears
I want to penetrate your mind with dictation stripped bare to the naked essence of shaft and vessel awaiting my linguistics wrapped around tongue tied kisses booty trapped on a deserted island donning a patch to hide my third eye actions teeth clenched tight over spewing vowels of creamy delight rook takes pawn inside the queen’s lair now the bull lies in despair with a sword sticking from its side in a final coup de grâce our screams of fornication heard from miles afar you, once adorned with royalty dress our language has been attacked by evil no less slang and ibonics have taken over proper grammar has lost to the TakeOver let me steal your mind again and plant a seed for us to begin a family of thoughts conceived from worlds apart create man inside womb of woman we will birth words that aren’t possibly human insane flow sick scribes huge drops steadily delivering hot words filled with passion pages left burnt, charred ashen the pen is on fire I write with ox blood false phrases don’t fit like Oj’s glove my lyrical outfit a B-boy hit white on white shell-toe classics mark ecko jeans with a tight leather jacket throw some fur on the collar for that extra molasses darkness black even vocabulary infused treasures so deep you’d have to be a Pirate to see what I’m seeing not from Pittsburgh or the seven seas but an old school, break-dancing; skateboard rider pirate of the streets can u dig it?
my darling, may Hermes bless the flight of this message to you it is written with a heavy heart, stricken with an arrow I fear, my beloved angel, that I will not return to your arms my brothers in arms and I we fought with valor, pride and honor we splattered the remains of the enemy with sword and heavy armor all that befitting our royal household I made our name strong, held the shield long Hercules himself shined down from above a wicked smile witnessing the carnage dealt by us for many a mile necessary slaughter to save our people from slavery impending annihilation; destruction stopped by a few men’s bravery my dear do not fear Xerxes’ armies will never come near he rethinks his plans now as the Persians lay beaten down upon our shores I was never one to lay wages; not one to keep score if I were blessed with such luck I would say it’s us 1 and them zero please read this letter to my sons let them remember me as a hero and not the man left to die on the battlefield an arrow of inferior wood piercing my heart I share a tear of pain in my final thoughts I cry, not for the pain I am left with but for the strength I lack to return to you and tell you that I love you and will prepare a place for us to forever exist high atop Mt. Olympus I die now my darling the darkness is creeping in my bones heavy with sleep eyes filled with regret now realizing I wasn’t able to tell the world you are the closest thing to Heaven
a man could get
"It's not good for all of our wishes to be fulfilled. Through sickness, we recognize the value of health; through evil, the value of good; through hunger, the value of food; through exertion, the value of rest and through hate, the value of love." - greek proverb