The symphonic expressions from the traffic surrounding us
No longer seemed to be … it simply just didn’t
I’ve imagined this actual moment
So many times, rehearsed my smoothed-out-Mac-playa-response
And now?
Now?!!?
I’ve got nothing …
Because I’m so melted to my core
Butterflies I haven’t seen in years
Are bouncing off of every corner
Of my insides
The tilt of your neck exposes
The smoothest skin I’ve ever encountered
Your lips,
Shimmering from the sexiest lip-gloss …
Puckered out, stretched in my direction
Like a gift and today ain’t even my birthday,
Not even close …
Your mouth begins to open,
As your eyes begin to close
(Now proper kissing etiquette demands that I close mine too)
But I felt it virtually impossible, and down right criminal
Denying myself the privilege of looking into your majestic, angelic face
Your tongue had a bubble gum flavor
From the gum you were chewing,
(I love a woman that keeps it hood)
And your lips had this, apple-like essence
I was hypnotized by this physical interaction
The feeling of our bodies’ close, our arms wrapped
I explored the contour of your top lip
With the moistened motion from the bottom of mine
Listening to the rhythmic pattern of your breathing
Alerted me to your approval of my style
Permitting my mind to drift off into the regions where my ego abided …
Jul 30, 2008
Jul 29, 2008
Liquor Rhythms
Staring at you from across a steamed out dance floor, magnetically attracted we glide together to that pulsating jungle beat mixing with the intense, and intoxicatingly erotic liquor rhythms
Gyrations bio-chemically produce invitations I sweat, from the heat as our eyes speak to what our bodies are really saying watching, as countless human representatives surrender willingly to their seductive natures
The incoherent and, fuzzy baseline disengages my mind-body-and-soul,
enticing my reflections on disregarded segments … of … our … past … history ... visions of Harriet Jacobs, Robert Smalls, and Frederick Douglass disapprovingly gaze as I caress your ass, on the dance floor in the span of 2 or 3 songs I had a dream we slept together, when I woke up and called you-you told me it was all good
Is my misogynistic machismo the final definition of my illuminating charisma?
Or does the smoke-filled room provide protection as we disrespect each other’s personal spaces violating both our situational and sexual ethics … now don’t get me wrong, rubbing up on a sistas breast while romantically reciting the lyrics of the
late … great … Notorious B.I.G in your ear,
is what I consider to be living
But while walking back to my table-aggressively occupied by my boys, with you digits in my pocket I presently realize that because of our recent past history, we have absolutely have no chance, for a future
7 songs later our lust reconnects us 2, on the dance floor with our physical familiarity
multiplied by 9 eagerly anticipating signals pointing in the direction of a liquor induced proposition, effectively redeemable for 1 night 6 advil, 12 hours, and 4 organisms later
we awake to the alarmingly devastating notion
That because we presently use each other as past reference points, we have effectively destroyed any chance for a future
Gyrations bio-chemically produce invitations I sweat, from the heat as our eyes speak to what our bodies are really saying watching, as countless human representatives surrender willingly to their seductive natures
The incoherent and, fuzzy baseline disengages my mind-body-and-soul,
enticing my reflections on disregarded segments … of … our … past … history ... visions of Harriet Jacobs, Robert Smalls, and Frederick Douglass disapprovingly gaze as I caress your ass, on the dance floor in the span of 2 or 3 songs I had a dream we slept together, when I woke up and called you-you told me it was all good
Is my misogynistic machismo the final definition of my illuminating charisma?
Or does the smoke-filled room provide protection as we disrespect each other’s personal spaces violating both our situational and sexual ethics … now don’t get me wrong, rubbing up on a sistas breast while romantically reciting the lyrics of the
late … great … Notorious B.I.G in your ear,
is what I consider to be living
But while walking back to my table-aggressively occupied by my boys, with you digits in my pocket I presently realize that because of our recent past history, we have absolutely have no chance, for a future
7 songs later our lust reconnects us 2, on the dance floor with our physical familiarity
multiplied by 9 eagerly anticipating signals pointing in the direction of a liquor induced proposition, effectively redeemable for 1 night 6 advil, 12 hours, and 4 organisms later
we awake to the alarmingly devastating notion
That because we presently use each other as past reference points, we have effectively destroyed any chance for a future
Jul 28, 2008
This is for the hater in you ...
Over the weekend, I was hit with some hate from outta nowhere. So I figured I'd post this Maya Angelou joint that was sent to me ... So to all them haters out there please read and digest ... and then maybe you can live your life while I live mine ... PEACE!
A hater is someone who is jealous and envious and spends all their time trying to make you look small so they can look tall. They are very negative people to say the least. Nothing is ever good enough! When you make your mark, you will always attract some haters ... That's why you have to be careful with whom you share your blessings and your dreams, because some folk can't handle seeing you blessed ... It's dangerous to be like somebody else ... If God wanted you to be like somebody else, He would have given you what He gave them! Right? You never know what people have gone through to get what they have ... The problem I have with haters is that they see my glory, but they don't know my story ... If the grass looks greener on the other side of the fence, you can rest assured that the water bill is higher there too! We've all got some haters among us! Some people envy you because you can:
1. Have a relationship with God
2. Light up a room when you walk in
3. Start your own business
4. Tell a man/woman to hit the curb (if he/she isn't about the right thing)
5. Raise your children without both parents being in the home
Haters can't stand to see you happy. Haters will never want to see you succeed. Haters never want you to get the victory and most of our haters are people who are supposed to be on our side.
How do you handle your undercover haters? You can handle these haters by:
1. Knowing who you are & who your true friends are *(VERY
IMPORTANT!!)
2. Having a purpose to your life. Purpose does not mean having a job. You can have a job and still be unfulfilled. A purpose is having a clear sense of what God has called you to be. Your purpose is not defined by what others think about you.
3. By remembering, what you have is by divine prerogative and not human manipulation.
Fulfill your dreams! You only have one life to live ... when its your time to leave this earth, you 'want' to be able to say, "I've lived my life and fulfilled my dreams, Now I'm ready to go HOME!"
When God gives you favor, you can tell your haters, "don’t look at me ... Look at who is in charge of ME"
Watch out for Haters .................... BUT most of all don't become a HATER!
Maya Angelou
A hater is someone who is jealous and envious and spends all their time trying to make you look small so they can look tall. They are very negative people to say the least. Nothing is ever good enough! When you make your mark, you will always attract some haters ... That's why you have to be careful with whom you share your blessings and your dreams, because some folk can't handle seeing you blessed ... It's dangerous to be like somebody else ... If God wanted you to be like somebody else, He would have given you what He gave them! Right? You never know what people have gone through to get what they have ... The problem I have with haters is that they see my glory, but they don't know my story ... If the grass looks greener on the other side of the fence, you can rest assured that the water bill is higher there too! We've all got some haters among us! Some people envy you because you can:
1. Have a relationship with God
2. Light up a room when you walk in
3. Start your own business
4. Tell a man/woman to hit the curb (if he/she isn't about the right thing)
5. Raise your children without both parents being in the home
Haters can't stand to see you happy. Haters will never want to see you succeed. Haters never want you to get the victory and most of our haters are people who are supposed to be on our side.
How do you handle your undercover haters? You can handle these haters by:
1. Knowing who you are & who your true friends are *(VERY
IMPORTANT!!)
2. Having a purpose to your life. Purpose does not mean having a job. You can have a job and still be unfulfilled. A purpose is having a clear sense of what God has called you to be. Your purpose is not defined by what others think about you.
3. By remembering, what you have is by divine prerogative and not human manipulation.
Fulfill your dreams! You only have one life to live ... when its your time to leave this earth, you 'want' to be able to say, "I've lived my life and fulfilled my dreams, Now I'm ready to go HOME!"
When God gives you favor, you can tell your haters, "don’t look at me ... Look at who is in charge of ME"
Watch out for Haters .................... BUT most of all don't become a HATER!
Maya Angelou
Jul 25, 2008
The Aftershock ...
Fresh off of my newly minted conquest within the industrial sith-lord messianic complex, I was confronted by porch monkey theology seasoned to perfection by a twist of gone with the wind nostalgia
- niggaz don't know nothin' 'bout birthin' no babies -
watching knowingly while my avatar is savagely clunked on the head by the oreo magistrate,
beaten, and lynched in honor of emmett teal, fred hampton, and amado diallo
What wicked manner of evil is black on black soul assassination when carried out with an ivory accomplice and reprobated intentions
ghetto church birds chirpin’ tales of transformation while seeking counsel all day about whose the dopest pastor - dollar, olstein, or long
- shit sister thompson digs the sanctified stylings of peter popoff but if you ask me my eyebrow arch might slap the shit outta you ...
Sorry, I can no longer believe the words you utter,
all will say what they want to get what they need
pearly jibs shinning
and soul pockets filled with violent thoughts of body crevice invasions upon a proudly indoctrinated army of impassioned opiates
- now I'm not trying to shake you fat lil figs outta line, not really trying to service sight to the blind, but I'm persistently pursuing that dream when life is blowing wind up her summer dress with a thong and no panty lines -
vividly translating desire because it seems I'm dangerously ahead of my time
- niggaz don't know nothin' 'bout birthin' no babies -
watching knowingly while my avatar is savagely clunked on the head by the oreo magistrate,
beaten, and lynched in honor of emmett teal, fred hampton, and amado diallo
What wicked manner of evil is black on black soul assassination when carried out with an ivory accomplice and reprobated intentions
ghetto church birds chirpin’ tales of transformation while seeking counsel all day about whose the dopest pastor - dollar, olstein, or long
- shit sister thompson digs the sanctified stylings of peter popoff but if you ask me my eyebrow arch might slap the shit outta you ...
Sorry, I can no longer believe the words you utter,
all will say what they want to get what they need
pearly jibs shinning
and soul pockets filled with violent thoughts of body crevice invasions upon a proudly indoctrinated army of impassioned opiates
- now I'm not trying to shake you fat lil figs outta line, not really trying to service sight to the blind, but I'm persistently pursuing that dream when life is blowing wind up her summer dress with a thong and no panty lines -
vividly translating desire because it seems I'm dangerously ahead of my time
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