Wednesday, September 14, 2011

Did you ever have romantic epic?

Did you ever have romantic epic?

Her skin half Indian and Arabic

Did you ever feel that life was tragic?

Once I kissed here flesh then all tuned magic

I wish I could be with here as the dawn brakes

Kiss her lips as the pinkness overtakes the sky

Hold her tightly here, while we are both awake

Whip her tears if she would ever cry

The heat two bodies make

It’s so insightful

I kiss her brow and overtake the night

I touch her olive skin

Its all so wonderful as we both stare into each other eyes

I swear I’ll fake lust with my bust

I’ll even suck I dick if I must

I need the might dollar and in that God I trust

But I’m not doing it for the dust

Imagine as I take you back to 85

A young girl starving

How I cried?

My daddy and my mommy had me orphaned

I sometimes wish that I were an abortion I swear I’ll fake lust with my bust

I’ll even suck I dick if I must

I need the might dollar and in that God I trust

But I’m not doing it for the dust

And so the sorry goes you know the rest

At least you think you do when you’re looking at my breast

Imagine copping with your youth when hunger

Your pretty, but you haven’t got a penny

It’s almost a life sentence to this style

Even though you tell yourself it’s for a while

So I’m not doing this just to have plenty

I’m just doing it so my stomach won’t be empty

I swear I’ll fake lust with my bust

I’ll even suck I dick if I must

I need the might dollar and in that God I trust

But I’m not doing it for the dust

You look at me

How I cope. Its insane

I just know I can’t be hungry again

Like when you call me you know my name

But the truth is you don’t know a thing

I swear I’ll fake lust with my bust

I’ll even suck I dick if I must

I need the might dollar and in that God I trust

But I’m not doing it for the dust

Imagine as I take you back to 85

A young girl starving

How I cried?

My daddy and my mommy had me orphaned

I sometimes wish that I were an abortion I swear I’ll fake lust with my bust

I’ll even suck I dick if I must

I need the might dollar and in that God I trust

But I’m not doing it for the dust

And so the sorry goes you know the rest

At least you think you do when you’re looking at my breast

Imagine copping with your youth when hunger

Your pretty, but you haven’t got a penny

It’s almost a life sentence to this style

Even though you tell yourself it’s for a while

So I’m not doing this just to have plenty

I’m just doing it so my stomach won’t be empty

I swear I’ll fake lust with my bust

I’ll even suck I dick if I must

I need the might dollar and in that God I trust

But I’m not doing it for the dust

You look at me

How I cope. Its insane

I just know I can’t be hungry again

Like when you call me you know my name

But the truth is you don’t know a thing

Friday, March 25, 2011

stuck on this again

I’m stuck on this again

It’s funny how life can lift you like a cloud, then down you go my friend

Love

Marriage

Victim of hast and fear since baby carriage

Hate

Disdain

A mask, a mirror to hide the pain

Thirteen or thirty

Though what’s the use?

We are searching perpetually for the truth

Then even if it’s presented we’d be confused

Truth against trend, it’s just obtuse

I’m stuck on this again

It’s funny how life can lift you like a cloud, then down you go my friend

Like a rollercoaster,

Where’s my coaster for this drink again?

Monday, September 20, 2010

If all these word could play out in your mind

Can I go down and kiss you there for just an hour?

Can I do it to the trickle of the shower?

You wet my lips; I ask “ Is it to soon?”

Is it the rage of love or the full moon?

I clasp you with my arms and all beneath

As all your essence pores and wets my lips

You played so hard to get, but can’t retreat

As you push me aggressively into your hips

If all these word could play out in your mind

To have you touch yourself in soft caress

Can you see it all to clearly now?

As I soon take a suckle from your breasts

Monday, September 6, 2010

My Views On Ganesh

We all know Ganesh

That little statue with the elephant head

So let me try to mesh my vies on the life of Ganesh

One evening little Ganesh’s mother was washing

Sensual skin

Birth of kin

He was watching

Admiring so innocently

Also protecting

Inspecting so vigilantly

From all those that would come stalking

His father came in a burst through the door

Not reflecting, nor recognizing

With a whisk drew his blade from the shadow and shade

Did what would leave him soon franticly crying

“That your son, don’t you look, don’t see, before you act so abruptly”?

The father crying said “ I shall redeem”

“I’ll cut the head of the first animal close to me”

Reached outside and then here’s what happened

Saw an elephant casually walking

With one slice he was soon slain

For a redemption he would need to convey

Placed this head on the neck of the son

Though there is no turning back on the damage done

Here’s my moral my view on the story

When we are born we have an essence, purity

Our parents not recognizing try to break you down peace by peace

From misunderstanding or moral jealousy

One day if lucky they’ll awaken from slumber

Recognizing most misdeeds and blunders

Our parents have created something new

Someone scorned and yet someone beautiful

Ganesh is the story of you

Friday, September 3, 2010

Today

Today

Today, how powerful and majestic

Today I will not complain about my drawbacks

Today I will be kind not to gain any returns, but for the simple joy of making another human being happy

Today I will work vigorously on my body and mind in hopes that they will achieve perfect alignment towards a spiritually rewording path

Today I will not be passive toward those that mistreat me, nor will I be aggressive, I will only try to be an understanding ear for the problems that they try to misplace onto me

Today I will not say nasty things to anyone. Most importantly I will not say nasty things towards myself. The essence of human respect starts within and you will mirror it onto others today

Today I will stop comparing myself with other people. Yes what I have is enough and has always been enough to make it in this life.

Today I will be your friend and try and take you through your problems, I will talk to you, but most importantly I will listen to you. I will let you tell me what scares you, what bothers you and I will assure you that with a simple breath and some hard work it will be fine

Today I will hold you if needed, I will protect you, and I will not shelter you, but I won’t let you get depended on me because this will poison you.

Today go out into the world today, this is all we have and if in doubt turn around and know I am your friend.