my eyes, weary from a night
of pouring gallons of my song through my eyelids
i see how fortunate i am to have someone love me
my nose, inflamed by the awful
stench of depression and agony
smells a fresh air of change
my ears, pounded deaf with drums of destruction
hear the sweet noise of a triumphant trumpet
my hands, having been bound by timidity
can now touch assertiveness
my mouth, which had an acrid taste
of disgust and failure
has tasted success
Tuesday, December 14, 2004
Thursday, November 25, 2004
Cum C Me
come, and come, and come
with me, to the beat of a drum
sweating as if your body is crying a river
don't disappoint, time after time, i deliver
it's amazing what i can do with my tongue
having you scream at the top of your lungs
kissing everything from feet to chin
passion so intense, make your walls cave in
harnessing the libido of the world
your thighs twitch and toes curl
face exhibits my adrenaline rush
from between the thing lies an erotic flush
with me, to the beat of a drum
sweating as if your body is crying a river
don't disappoint, time after time, i deliver
it's amazing what i can do with my tongue
having you scream at the top of your lungs
kissing everything from feet to chin
passion so intense, make your walls cave in
harnessing the libido of the world
your thighs twitch and toes curl
face exhibits my adrenaline rush
from between the thing lies an erotic flush
Tuesday, October 12, 2004
Songs and Emotions
I tell you how I feel about you night and day
And you disregard my words
Discuss moments in love
And you cringe in your seat
Slow and easy is the way the I want to love you
But you want it fast and hard
I want to make it last forever
But you doubt we'll be together tomorrow
I'm a smooth operator on Love's Train
And you're scared that I might crash and burn
Kissing you is all that I've been thinkin of
And when I will see you smile again
Looking out the window screaming, "Please don't go away from me"
You are the sweetest taboo I have ever tasted and I'm so addicted
It seems like every little thing I do you are on my mind
Cause things ain't been the same since you've been away
Because I was so into you and left me drifting in the wind
All I know is that I've been down this road before
And mama said there would be days like:
When a man loves a woman, he thinks it is rock-steady
But he is cruising, cruising right into the Heartbreak Hotel
And he doesn't understand that everybody plays the fool sometimes
And love and happiness only goes so far
So I sit on the dock of the bay
Wishing I could turn back the hands of time
Back to a place where we sat on lover's rock and
I stared into your pretty brown eyes
And you disregard my words
Discuss moments in love
And you cringe in your seat
Slow and easy is the way the I want to love you
But you want it fast and hard
I want to make it last forever
But you doubt we'll be together tomorrow
I'm a smooth operator on Love's Train
And you're scared that I might crash and burn
Kissing you is all that I've been thinkin of
And when I will see you smile again
Looking out the window screaming, "Please don't go away from me"
You are the sweetest taboo I have ever tasted and I'm so addicted
It seems like every little thing I do you are on my mind
Cause things ain't been the same since you've been away
Because I was so into you and left me drifting in the wind
All I know is that I've been down this road before
And mama said there would be days like:
When a man loves a woman, he thinks it is rock-steady
But he is cruising, cruising right into the Heartbreak Hotel
And he doesn't understand that everybody plays the fool sometimes
And love and happiness only goes so far
So I sit on the dock of the bay
Wishing I could turn back the hands of time
Back to a place where we sat on lover's rock and
I stared into your pretty brown eyes
Wednesday, September 15, 2004
Ground Zero
Booming voices pierce eardrums
Of the feeble and lonesome
Conversation permeates the air
Vulgar and wholesome
Blueprints for chaos designed
For the pillars of gossip
Sturdy skyscrapers of jealousy
Standing tall, proud among animosity
Hallmark of eternity
Until the jetliner of frustration
Penetrates the core of hellish edifices
Sends them to promising ends
All`s inaudible, the towers
Once impregnable, are nonexistent
Temporarily, because we know
Of the constant effort and battle
Between heroes and villains
Constructing and destructing
Always entwined in the continuum
Of Ground Zero
Of the feeble and lonesome
Conversation permeates the air
Vulgar and wholesome
Blueprints for chaos designed
For the pillars of gossip
Sturdy skyscrapers of jealousy
Standing tall, proud among animosity
Hallmark of eternity
Until the jetliner of frustration
Penetrates the core of hellish edifices
Sends them to promising ends
All`s inaudible, the towers
Once impregnable, are nonexistent
Temporarily, because we know
Of the constant effort and battle
Between heroes and villains
Constructing and destructing
Always entwined in the continuum
Of Ground Zero
Tuesday, September 14, 2004
The Truants Prose Suite
1. Going North
These faces have stories I wish to read
Behind me, a madman mumbles
Things I can’t fathom
Soon, he is a figment
And so am I, gone from the bus
I walk, blinded by the sun
But my hearing is keen, another person talking roundabout
With clothes unfit for her years
2. Only The Beginning
Two hours and I have come full circle
Resorting to manual transportation, to indulge in the beautiful day
The day feels impeccable, almost cinematic
A result of adolescent impulse
Cars whizz, trees sway, and the atmosphere is symphonic
So I find a tree to blind the sun, and enjoy the music
3. Looking For a Bus
I have begun to perspire and I am winded as I have finished walking up this steep, curved hill. The sun has continued its assault on my vision. I sit here pondering my route to my next safe area; as I am doing this, I am making the greatest attempt to not look suspect, as my height and skin tone may eventually put me at a disadvantage. So I must remain vigilant, yet not paranoid. Time sure drags when you’re on the lam.
4. Main Street
One of my objectives was to not spend a great deal of money. Alas, I am in a fast-food establishment spending money that could go toward the bus. No need to look at this as a negative, however. This allows me to experience this perfect day firsthand. A startling realization: there have been very few people in my midst as I have written this “vignette of a fugitive”. Before today, I never realized so much could be accomplished from a pedestrian perspective. I have surprisingly grown tired of this rest stop. I shall relieve myself and continue on my journey.
5. The Longest Leg
Damn, I thought I would never stop walking. I have managed to stop at 8th, 19th, 24th, 31st, and 45th streets, respectively. I am almost to my destination, wherever that may be. This trip, of sorts, has been more than being a fugitive; it’s about being free and living for a day. I have trekked through several spots where I was in danger of being recognized. But I was not. It seems that I have done a lot of contemplating about the past, things ranging from my sudden desire to have passion for something besides life to how I miss being a kid. Looking at this distorted glass, I see it as a visual representation of my life: distorted with a great deal of reflection. I see that, at this point in the journey, I have become more contemplative. Two more hours and the imaginary bounty which has fueled this expedition will have been rescinded. I have grown cold again due to lack of sunlight, the third such instance. It is time to carry on, or is it? I have no plan of action to get to my destination or do I? Maybe I’m just not aware of it. The wind is creeping up my shorts so I must carry on…
6. Doubts
For the first time, I am starting to have doubts about reaching my destination. My current fear is that I’ll be come so suspect, that I’ll be caught. Maybe I am doing too much thinking. Perhaps. All I am certain of is that I am almost there. But I fear by the time I get there, its purpose will be obsolete. Whatever may come of these next 105 minutes, I know this is a defining day in life. For one day, I have lived on my terms. Quite ironic I am by a school now. Hmm.
7. I Got Sad
It seems as if this has been the longest portion of the trip. My destination changed, just as I approached it. It was in clear view. This has been the most somber leg of the trek also. As I walked past the all-girls high school, a rush of melancholy energy ran through me. Most of this can be attributed to an old girlfriend, in which I have not the slightest of ideas why I felt the degree of sadness I felt. Throughout the day, there has been a lot of symbolism. The resting places have served as a literary depot, where I can chronicle my day’s experience as a truant-fugitive. As time is inching near to two o’clock, I sit back in amazement wondering how I conceived such a journey with the tremendous amount of spontaneity I did. As I sit, I am literally and figuratively a black dot on a white landscape. The blowing wind under a shaded park bench must be my signal to move on, and so I must. I have had a sufficient amount of time to express my observations and thoughts from my most recent stretch of walking. It is mind boggling how far I have walked since this morning. Moving along on the journey now…
8. The Fugitive Reflects
There comes a time in a truant’s day where he begins to reflect upon what would have been had he went to school; granted he is fortunate enough to reflect. Today, through this display of wit, endurance and sheer spontaneity, I have solidified my status as a master of the art of truancy. My feet are singing a tired song now; the song is long overdue, I must say. Home is getting closer. For some time now, I have the idea someone is looking for me. Here begins the march home.
9. Home
I have completed this time-consuming journey. Made it to every real truant’s destination: his home. Although my feet definitely aren’t, I am sad this had to end. This has been a day like no other. A city-spanning expedition on foot. The bounty has been rescinded. The end…
These faces have stories I wish to read
Behind me, a madman mumbles
Things I can’t fathom
Soon, he is a figment
And so am I, gone from the bus
I walk, blinded by the sun
But my hearing is keen, another person talking roundabout
With clothes unfit for her years
2. Only The Beginning
Two hours and I have come full circle
Resorting to manual transportation, to indulge in the beautiful day
The day feels impeccable, almost cinematic
A result of adolescent impulse
Cars whizz, trees sway, and the atmosphere is symphonic
So I find a tree to blind the sun, and enjoy the music
3. Looking For a Bus
I have begun to perspire and I am winded as I have finished walking up this steep, curved hill. The sun has continued its assault on my vision. I sit here pondering my route to my next safe area; as I am doing this, I am making the greatest attempt to not look suspect, as my height and skin tone may eventually put me at a disadvantage. So I must remain vigilant, yet not paranoid. Time sure drags when you’re on the lam.
4. Main Street
One of my objectives was to not spend a great deal of money. Alas, I am in a fast-food establishment spending money that could go toward the bus. No need to look at this as a negative, however. This allows me to experience this perfect day firsthand. A startling realization: there have been very few people in my midst as I have written this “vignette of a fugitive”. Before today, I never realized so much could be accomplished from a pedestrian perspective. I have surprisingly grown tired of this rest stop. I shall relieve myself and continue on my journey.
5. The Longest Leg
Damn, I thought I would never stop walking. I have managed to stop at 8th, 19th, 24th, 31st, and 45th streets, respectively. I am almost to my destination, wherever that may be. This trip, of sorts, has been more than being a fugitive; it’s about being free and living for a day. I have trekked through several spots where I was in danger of being recognized. But I was not. It seems that I have done a lot of contemplating about the past, things ranging from my sudden desire to have passion for something besides life to how I miss being a kid. Looking at this distorted glass, I see it as a visual representation of my life: distorted with a great deal of reflection. I see that, at this point in the journey, I have become more contemplative. Two more hours and the imaginary bounty which has fueled this expedition will have been rescinded. I have grown cold again due to lack of sunlight, the third such instance. It is time to carry on, or is it? I have no plan of action to get to my destination or do I? Maybe I’m just not aware of it. The wind is creeping up my shorts so I must carry on…
6. Doubts
For the first time, I am starting to have doubts about reaching my destination. My current fear is that I’ll be come so suspect, that I’ll be caught. Maybe I am doing too much thinking. Perhaps. All I am certain of is that I am almost there. But I fear by the time I get there, its purpose will be obsolete. Whatever may come of these next 105 minutes, I know this is a defining day in life. For one day, I have lived on my terms. Quite ironic I am by a school now. Hmm.
7. I Got Sad
It seems as if this has been the longest portion of the trip. My destination changed, just as I approached it. It was in clear view. This has been the most somber leg of the trek also. As I walked past the all-girls high school, a rush of melancholy energy ran through me. Most of this can be attributed to an old girlfriend, in which I have not the slightest of ideas why I felt the degree of sadness I felt. Throughout the day, there has been a lot of symbolism. The resting places have served as a literary depot, where I can chronicle my day’s experience as a truant-fugitive. As time is inching near to two o’clock, I sit back in amazement wondering how I conceived such a journey with the tremendous amount of spontaneity I did. As I sit, I am literally and figuratively a black dot on a white landscape. The blowing wind under a shaded park bench must be my signal to move on, and so I must. I have had a sufficient amount of time to express my observations and thoughts from my most recent stretch of walking. It is mind boggling how far I have walked since this morning. Moving along on the journey now…
8. The Fugitive Reflects
There comes a time in a truant’s day where he begins to reflect upon what would have been had he went to school; granted he is fortunate enough to reflect. Today, through this display of wit, endurance and sheer spontaneity, I have solidified my status as a master of the art of truancy. My feet are singing a tired song now; the song is long overdue, I must say. Home is getting closer. For some time now, I have the idea someone is looking for me. Here begins the march home.
9. Home
I have completed this time-consuming journey. Made it to every real truant’s destination: his home. Although my feet definitely aren’t, I am sad this had to end. This has been a day like no other. A city-spanning expedition on foot. The bounty has been rescinded. The end…
Wednesday, August 11, 2004
Monday, July 12, 2004
That One Chick
I take a trip from bonded to the emancipated
Passion of one thousand mistresses are unleashed
Spiraling down in the depths of lust
Indulge in her every curve I must
Share our love in awkward angles
Climaxing satisfied and star-spangled
Ready for the lovers triangle
Lips, eyes, thighs touch gently
The great love below emerges swiftly
Take a trip through the tissue tunnel
Quite nice and moist
Get buckwild with your position of choice
My feelings are to blame
I'll never be the same
Because of that one chick
Call me cool whipped
My lips on her fingertips, they taste so delicious
Arizona dry, 4 legs moving vicious
Sex is all about reciprocity
I'll stretch my tongue for you
As you widen your mouth for me
But it was just one night, in the company of others
And still haven't had then chance again
To share one another
Passion of one thousand mistresses are unleashed
Spiraling down in the depths of lust
Indulge in her every curve I must
Share our love in awkward angles
Climaxing satisfied and star-spangled
Ready for the lovers triangle
Lips, eyes, thighs touch gently
The great love below emerges swiftly
Take a trip through the tissue tunnel
Quite nice and moist
Get buckwild with your position of choice
My feelings are to blame
I'll never be the same
Because of that one chick
Call me cool whipped
My lips on her fingertips, they taste so delicious
Arizona dry, 4 legs moving vicious
Sex is all about reciprocity
I'll stretch my tongue for you
As you widen your mouth for me
But it was just one night, in the company of others
And still haven't had then chance again
To share one another
Sunday, July 11, 2004
The Sun
sun begins to place a shadow on the earth
a dual-backed beast is awakening
with stamina and girth
has a bed shaking
with tremors and spasms
no feelings can interject
multiple orgasms
as my tongue slithers on your neck
no better feeling than the heat of seduction
singing beautiful notes from love's soundtrack
to an erotic production
we proceed to a melodious climax
morning has brought beautiful things to an end
as the sun sets tomorrow, the beast shall roar again
a dual-backed beast is awakening
with stamina and girth
has a bed shaking
with tremors and spasms
no feelings can interject
multiple orgasms
as my tongue slithers on your neck
no better feeling than the heat of seduction
singing beautiful notes from love's soundtrack
to an erotic production
we proceed to a melodious climax
morning has brought beautiful things to an end
as the sun sets tomorrow, the beast shall roar again
Sunday, June 27, 2004
I Am The Freak
What's the sign of love making?
Because I ain't no zodiac freak, I'm a superfreak
I like it whip-creamed, strawberried, and cherried
Horizontal, vertical, 45* angle, backwards and forward
On top of two feet speakers and big screen TVs
In 85 Chryslers and 96 Corsicas
Elevators, the girls' locker room
Stairwells and blanketed floors
Hot, sticky, wet rain in middle of the backyard
Loose Park, Swope Park, and Tower Park
Picnic benches in the park after dark
Love to see you make freak faces and moan freak noises
Like to hear "ah yeah" and "baby harder"
A simple MMM is music to my ears
Cuz I'm the freak
Because I ain't no zodiac freak, I'm a superfreak
I like it whip-creamed, strawberried, and cherried
Horizontal, vertical, 45* angle, backwards and forward
On top of two feet speakers and big screen TVs
In 85 Chryslers and 96 Corsicas
Elevators, the girls' locker room
Stairwells and blanketed floors
Hot, sticky, wet rain in middle of the backyard
Loose Park, Swope Park, and Tower Park
Picnic benches in the park after dark
Love to see you make freak faces and moan freak noises
Like to hear "ah yeah" and "baby harder"
A simple MMM is music to my ears
Cuz I'm the freak
Wednesday, June 16, 2004
IgNorAnce
i once possessed a girl in the palm of my hand
that was so omnipotent
she could change the course of nature
held her close for such short times
because distance was the enemy
we conversed, we chuckled and snickered
frolicked amid the brevity of time
and then one day, i chose to chase potential
i chased it so that i left the omnipotent in the wind
choosing the power to be over the all-powerful
is self-ignorance
that was so omnipotent
she could change the course of nature
held her close for such short times
because distance was the enemy
we conversed, we chuckled and snickered
frolicked amid the brevity of time
and then one day, i chose to chase potential
i chased it so that i left the omnipotent in the wind
choosing the power to be over the all-powerful
is self-ignorance
Wednesday, May 19, 2004
Epiphany
An epiphany is a sudden realization
So I suddenly realized that,
Among the many lessons to be learned
Young love is seldom lasting love
For the youth of today utilize the word
With such frequency
That it has become shallow and obscure
Therefore, one person can love a score of people
Which makes me wonder
"How many people can one person actually love?"
Popular belief echoes a multitude
So, if you perceive what you shared with another
To be love, elevate and evaluate your thoughts
So I suddenly realized that,
Among the many lessons to be learned
Young love is seldom lasting love
For the youth of today utilize the word
With such frequency
That it has become shallow and obscure
Therefore, one person can love a score of people
Which makes me wonder
"How many people can one person actually love?"
Popular belief echoes a multitude
So, if you perceive what you shared with another
To be love, elevate and evaluate your thoughts
Friday, March 12, 2004
Elevator
Experience the elevator
Rest assured, you’ll hate her
Life shuts its doors
Sends you down a few floors
To the top floor you must return
Determined spirit burns like ashes in an urn
Made it back through life’s doors
And went back up a few floors
Rest assured, you’ll hate her
Life shuts its doors
Sends you down a few floors
To the top floor you must return
Determined spirit burns like ashes in an urn
Made it back through life’s doors
And went back up a few floors
Monday, February 16, 2004
my mind was clouded
i thought this part of my life was a storm
and the one with whom i share a great deal
was the devil's advocate
threats of violent outbursts i wrote onto paper
when i was under the influence
of anger and vengeance
now i understand life cannot be a utopia for me
because humans are imperfect and do not function ideally
and blood is more valuable than words on a paper
no relative is deserving of a satanic moniker
nor the brand of "enemy"
although it may appear as if there is no hope for us
it is
because we laugh and joke together again and again
many lonely days where she's been my only friend
it was a part of growing up i didnt understand
that drove me to ponder such evil things
which i didnt not mean,
that i didnt want to cause a scene
i was a fool and almost gave her away
but i'm taking her back so we can stay together 4 life
i thought this part of my life was a storm
and the one with whom i share a great deal
was the devil's advocate
threats of violent outbursts i wrote onto paper
when i was under the influence
of anger and vengeance
now i understand life cannot be a utopia for me
because humans are imperfect and do not function ideally
and blood is more valuable than words on a paper
no relative is deserving of a satanic moniker
nor the brand of "enemy"
although it may appear as if there is no hope for us
it is
because we laugh and joke together again and again
many lonely days where she's been my only friend
it was a part of growing up i didnt understand
that drove me to ponder such evil things
which i didnt not mean,
that i didnt want to cause a scene
i was a fool and almost gave her away
but i'm taking her back so we can stay together 4 life
Friday, January 23, 2004
Take Her Away
jus get through the storm and return to norm
thats what they told me once ago
always in evil form
me and the devil's advocate goin blow for blow
prelude to an asswhooping, save the belt
rambling through my room, violated and pissed
verbal anger is about to be felt
i just mentioned, no belt, its all fist
disgusted when her illusion graces my eyes
her eyes tell the tale well
get to crossroads, i'll sever all ties
like israeli and palestinian, peace is hard to sell
battling wit the devil is no child's play
do me one better, and take her away
thats what they told me once ago
always in evil form
me and the devil's advocate goin blow for blow
prelude to an asswhooping, save the belt
rambling through my room, violated and pissed
verbal anger is about to be felt
i just mentioned, no belt, its all fist
disgusted when her illusion graces my eyes
her eyes tell the tale well
get to crossroads, i'll sever all ties
like israeli and palestinian, peace is hard to sell
battling wit the devil is no child's play
do me one better, and take her away
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