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.

Monday, August 30, 2010

In today’s news

In today’s news our kids are bleeding

Being deprived of spiritual reasons to justify the breaths they’re breathing

In today’s news

Cut to commercial

Like a rehearsal

Sixteen minutes of propaganda for ever hour

While all in power

Like an ill fed dog they will devour

How many American live in a trailer?

To justify a bailout giving success to failure

While its some year they’re in the Middle East now

The rich feast to the desist, that died gun pow

While we all know it has no reasoning but life is moving so fast

So those of treason, clamming to fight for their country that’s simply bleeding us

So the truth won’t be told, why?

So rich elitist can enjoy the world resources while our moms cry

Because they will never see there children because they just died

What does it mean to have a coffin brought in stars and strips?

Does it mean that land and oil are worth more then human life?

I’m asking all these questions while I’m on my knees

Was it need or greed that made us bombard the Japanese?

Was it a banking system that motivated war on the Vietnamese?

Stay toned while you see your homeland brake away in peaces

I’m fed because I got this remote control,

There is nothing good on and that’s just how it goes

In today’s news they brought more caskets

While we are all asking, how long will this last kid ?

I think we all need to inform ourselves. Crucial

But if you need more lies, then just cut to commercial

through her eyes

The wind can chill your bones if you let it

Like thoughts that poison the mind if you regret them

The fire can burn the things you worked up on

Flame by flame like ashes, until they’re gone

Holy water stopped me from being saved

The things I needed internal, I was amazed

There, was no door or window that I could open

No border that I can cross to see roses without thorns there

The winter snow it got me once upon

The season changed though all was not the same

Now I see the fall, leaves shed the dawn

While all the watermarks remain

The trees would cry if they had eyes to see

The gray of clouds leaves sadness in the sky

Can someone turn the flames down please?

I hope that nature sees me through her eyes

Sunday, August 29, 2010

If I could write a rhyme

One that really made cense

Not like quarters and dimes

One with meaning, wish essence

If I could say the words

The ones that enunciate truth

Would you break down your walls?

Would you show me the real you?

Its kind of sickening how we all play this game

How we hide behind media and things that distract the brain

So we all walk around like we got some magic potion

Like the world owes us everything, but we don’t have a notion

The women blame the men

The men aren’t slow to point the finger

We’ve all been lied to

That’s why we think we are models, actors, and singers

When Sunday evening comes and the weekend couldn’t tame us

Monday morning eight o’clock and none of us are famous

Yet we are quick to update our daily facbook status

Then we claim our boss should be quick to soon promote us

I say the lies are infinite

Though all we have is you

If all could be reforming

Just a single truth

Saturday, August 21, 2010

Protective loneliness

Protective loneliness

I see it all to clear

As we walk into the plentitude

All the while our secrets near

While nothing is exposed to foes, or friend or enemies

Hidden in the walking tall,

A self-controversy

We reach out with our arms, but only half extended so

To avoid all disappointment when they decide to let us go

Residual, yet suicidal, a blanket mask the truth

By the time you know it you’ve forgot who’s really you

Its incredible the masks we wear, yet mirrors are so clear

As we long to mask reflection , in hopes to drown out the tears

Friday, August 20, 2010

I love this illegal tender

Slender

5 foot, 5

Young girl cross gender

I seen it all

Africa, south East Asia

Like what?

The wise look away when they hand them the big bucks

While people want change, but they are all working for dollars

Poor kids get raped to gentleman caller

White skin, big green, you might mistake them for scholars

They’ll have on a strung leash, like bitch with a collar

Young child big promises from the mountains of Burma

Sound like a past, America from Angola

The theme is the same and the year don’t matter here

When your sole is unaccounted and your dead or you disappear

While your parents let you go because the soil was just dry there

Tuesday, August 17, 2010

Ready or not

So I’m not about to tell you where I’m from

It’s not important, the cash I have, close I wear or shit I’ve done

Frankly that stuff isn’t important

How would I influence you if I talk about pot rolling while I’m snorting?

Really I’m just trying to lay it down like sister Lauryn

The truth is hoes and bling are kind of boring

I’m more interested in books you read not girls you’re scoring

I also think that who you help should hold more ground then cars you’re flooring

So no, I’m not here to talk and brag of me

It’s all irrelevance, my past, and my family tree

Does it change much if I tell you my roots are made in Sicily?

Will you miss the point and think I sling guns to earn a living?

Will you think I extort the many to help the few with over eating?

Will you think that I’m exempt from hurt or bleeding?

Emotionally callused to all that’s hurting?

I’m just here to lay down straight issues

I don’t want you to use my words to masque and misuse

I’m just here to tell you about you

If ever you’re in doubt this is all truth

You are created it an image

Universals, call it God or magic

Just don’t call a scrimmage

No, you have no lines

No boundaries

You exceed all other animals and species

You are the light and fruit of a thought

Intellectual artistry

Vibrating thoughts by the second

But out of harmony

I want to lay it down like a Fugee

“Ready or not here I come” I hope it stops the bleeding

Monday, August 16, 2010

all is all

All is all if we fall

With our backs to the wall

I can’t count the times that we refused to listen

The social paradigm and fictitious system

The environment’s falling

Invest in space missions

We’ve all lost friend, cancer

Gas emission

Well my stomach is turning

Enough of hypocrisy

We sit still but discuss import topics

Sip coffee

Now what’s next to the flavor and this tactical texture?

When all that’s import is Friday nights facebook picture

Where we hope for five seconds and create a huge fuss

Hoping, crossed fingers that all I eyes are on us

Well no one is looking

While all’s just a pixel

While humanity hangs on one half rusted axel

Saturday, March 20, 2010

I was thinking

I was thinking of you and I

You and I, we should have an orgy today

No sneaking around trying to justify to each other why we desire other partners

No more criticizing each other so that we can mentally justify why it is that we needed to sleep with that insignificant other

I want spectators

Observers

Overseers

I want to arch you over

I want to me like …..sinister

As I fondle your young sister

Or watch you played by that old Mr…..

What’s his name? I guess it really doesn’t matter

You and I inside the shower

Your best friend I would devour as she watches us, there near the sink

I think she might be masturbating

I’m sure that now I’m contemplating

How tasty she must be therein

I’d love to see her play your nipples

Touch your clit

While softly tickled

The water’s off now still you trickle

It could even be my friend

Nothing new except I’m watching

Taking notes and yes comparing

What’s he got that drives you wild?

When I can’t even make you smile

I think we need to come to terms Here

Pop an acid, pop a blotter

Fuck the night away like slaughter

If Only we can cross these borders

Wednesday, March 10, 2010

don't little boys play with

Don’t let the little boys play with you

Don’t let them lie to you lie, use you and a abuse you

Men say a lot of shit like “ I love you forever”

Just to trick you so you’ll be the weekly flavor

You asked for my opinion

I give castle of truths

On those truths I build dominions

I’ll give words and theories to fight off the conspiracies

Metaphors, similes to vanquish insecurities

Don’t be a little girl, stand proud and be a lady

Follow all your dreams

Life is one big playground

The most marvelous of game

Just listen to your instinct

Don’t get caught in contradictions

People run away from what they are like superstitions

Build internal diction

Words that you can draw upon

There is mass of ugly ducklings

You were meant to be a swan

So don’t get scared, as time will pass

You were destined only to succeed

Inside of you sleep all the answers

On what you are and what you need

So don’t let the little boys play with you

They’re just running in up circles

If you want to get by in this life you got to pass the spirals

Keep your innocents, your youth and I promise it will guide you

If in doubt, just ask inside

Then become your greater truth

Tuesday, March 9, 2010

Sister Lauryn

What ever happened to sister Lauryn?

She spoke those words so truthfully

Then she disappeared in thin air just like smokescreen

Is this what happens in the music scene?

Is it disease or pretentious people that killed Marley?

Was it the need to be themselves in our structural deficiency?

I mean it’s hard to have a mind and live this mind-numbing consistency

Would Lauryn be around if not for her husband’s promiscuity?

Was he too weak to handle her and so broke up his family

Would Joplin be around if it wasn’t just for money

She got smart to the fact that they were ripping her off constantly

I’m sick of seeing all our role models disappear

They push inferior minds with thoughts that just pollute the air

Music is getting weaker, we don’t notice, we don’t care

Inflicted with ideas that we will all be millionaires

Is this our American dream? It’s insanity

It’s time to wake the fuck up from propaganda and the scrutiny

Separate yourself, will to be not a want to be

Dreams mean I’m asleep

It’s nightmarish and all kind of phony

I need a sense of truth so let’s just go out and spill it

We got raised to be paranoid due to financial stasis

Our salary is an aired cage that keeps us in our pointlessness

Forgetting to do the things that were destined of our worth

No more wasting time

No more wasting rhymes or lyrics

I want to touch the world

Really penetrate the pubic

I’m artist dam it

Not a pimp, a prostitute or even a Republican

I won’t sell myself short just to dumb down in via transit

I’m gonna fuckin master this life, be an intellectual puritan

I’m sure then, to touch the loyalty of the millions

To all those that can’t relate that hide behind a gin and tonic

Facebook status a paralysis

Meant to keep us all united

Though divided we all stand kind of looking for the pack leader

He is nowhere to be found unless he is a financial deceiver

So I’m fed up of these lies we’re sold about wealth and pure fake fortune

Don’t you waste this perfect life it is worse upthan abortion

Saturday, March 6, 2010

who will sort them ?

Speculating conspiracy theory

Got me weary

Friends, family and all those near me

Feel like I’m relearning all those a b c

Nothing is as easy as 1, 2, 3

I got this thing in my head now

It won’t go away if I scream load

I’m not really in it for the fans or the crowd

Not the money or glamour not some golden shroud

I’m in it for a truth, I won’t bare

I see my generation struggling to go nowhere

Working, hustling while the economy roles

While the system and your 40 hours steal your soles

Uncle Sam is not an uncle a relate to

Seem like some child molester in the bushes out brake you

He offers you a token though for all the work that you’ve done bro

Just like a pedophile smile the while, defiles

Takes your years away with such finer style

As I’m trying to brake the system

In this land of the free, we are a discounted Pandora

Led in a cage built by boredom

1,2,3 all our soles who will sort them?

Monday, February 22, 2010

Pile of bones


Watch out over your friends

It’s synergy

Till they build conspiracy

Justify being your enemy

I ’ve seen some talk with an unhealthy smirk

They had it all and weren’t happy

I with nothing

Far more satisfied and more alert

One day they start to stiff you

They don’t show to things you planed

Secretly they disrespect you

They hate your simple happiness and lack of issues

Fuck it Marry Christmas and here’s a box tissues

I am bigger I have grown

Soon you’ll see the seeds you’ve sown

The chains the tune they set the tone

Won’t waste my time feeling alone

One day a pile a broken bones

To recap I’m not upset

Some thing’s they’ll come and go

So let

Jealousy is a complement

The evidence of all your essence

No longer an ingenerate adolescent

No longer with regret

I spill this rhyme to cut the time

My words pure and all divine

Move, live and let be

But watch out over your enemies

I listen to my friends from Haiti Poison comes from those nearest to me

All I say is to be wise

Don’t waste your time and don’t despise

Just, when you walk open your eyes

Advice may be a form of lies

I seen too many scrutinize

The plans of friends with their fake cries


Greatness is yours and yours alone

Don’t be a living pile of bones


Wednesday, February 17, 2010

nothing sacred

For me nothing is sacred

If I was priest I’d still fest out of you

Before you’re even get you naked

Father son and holly ghost

Yes your one that I like most

I’d sacrifice you

Spanish cross

Then lift my wine for one long toast

Give us this day or daily bread

I think I’d even break your bed

Turn this water into wine or your juice too

All suits me fine

God forgive me, I have sinned

I went to fast

So deep within

I surely should have took my time

Hallelujah

69

Her alter yes I sure did pray

I was at church there everyday

I ate the bread and what a host

The fish from water

The main course

I thank God for all these gift

Your wisdom, knowledge and her source

Tuesday, February 16, 2010

defiled

We’ve built this nation on our sexual frustration

Our lies, Media thymes and all the bullshit propagation

A soldiers war and in the location he’s stationed

He’d forget it all for a simple ejaculation

Things they aren’t so simple, so we become full of aggression

We face book and my space, ignore the human spectrum

When all you need is contact, some simple communication

But texted and half ignored with these anti human communication systems

Add a friend there on your media profile and take a smile

While a true friend with all our fashions is something so out of style

In this western cultured, created, fabricated and defiled

Feeling like if we don’t flash, we just may not be worth the while

I say we stand and get enlightened to these things truer then gold

If we can just for a simple minute turn off these telephones

I see we are turning quickly and all to my regret

To stay connected, stay infected and all this by Internet

It’s like something is about to happen and you might not be a part

All they did is turn our neediness into a mastered art

Our lack of human contact and the absence of a smile

Take out your wallet and please welcome to our planet of defiled

Monday, February 15, 2010

Inside

Can I feel it trickle

As I come down for the first suckle

You wet my palm

My full knuckle

Your teeth my belt they will unbuckle

Freshly shaven what a sight

Your clit so plump it’s pure delight

I watch it with my tongue in there

As in my mouth it disappears

Your sister rather fine, though mean

Poor me, she’s only seventeen

I think of her and wet my face

Between your thighs and your embrace

Your mother must be cooking dinner

Wow I’d love to be deep in her

Her bra I would unlace

You’re here though that suits me fine

As now I have you from behind

Your back door hosts my welcoming

Administration makes my drink

I hear your mother poring wine

Stirred no ice there if you please

All right shake well there on those knees

Oh your best friend in the shower

After school or after hours

My mind corrupts and yet aligned

As you just placed me all inside

Let's Be Honest

Let’s be honest at least

It suit us both best

Let’s undress and do the deed

Let’s get rid of all the unrest

I am sick of tiered of hiding

To many social masquerades

I see dogs and cats

They are honest

They admit when it’s time to get laid

We human beings are different

We snub our nose

We pretend

What good will it do us really?

Denying ourselves again and again

Throw yourself upon me

Let all the heat take its course

If there’s any that clam to have problems

Some may think it not to be coheres

I think it’s just blatant logic

I see it all part of the source

All this, it’s together tragic

That when you don’t, you just make things worst

So throw yourself upon me

Let all those pheromones leek

You sweat

I pull hair

It’s pure beauty

As I suck you and lick you beneath

Please don’t act like you didn’t need it

Or like it didn’t simulate you to hear it

Don’t act like it’s vulgar and cynic

You know the thought is all together scenic

Two bodies’ undressing what beauty

The end and beginning of any good story

You moan and you screech

You adore thee

Wet my hand

Is it all to implore me?

Don’t feel guilty now

Don’t feel sorry

Just beget this moment of glory

As you moan

Roll your eyes in hurry

Hold you tight as you decide to mount me

When it’s done

I promise I’ll hold you

Calm you down and stay here to comfort too

I’ll do everything it takes to assure, true

I just crave one fine night inside you

To Early To Mention

It’s early

To early to mention

Days of sleep a thing of the past

Woke up quit but sweaty

My mind went on it’s private fast

I couldn’t stop thinking

Those moments

They slip, like water through time

Quicker then light

Just a flicker

Even toys with the blink of an eye

Truth, I must say is I miss her

At least what I thought she was

If she was here before me, what pleasure

The sands have escaped my grasp

Sunday, February 14, 2010

No Evidence

I step to the sounding metronome

Though it all seems to be off beat

I walk in search of a tempo

The drum lines seem all asleep

In question, all looking for answers

When to the tone there’s none

The preachers you once looked up to

All of them seem to be gone

As age comes our truth takes a shape

Then past truths slid under the hand

Time passes like a magic trick

Though leaving not a shred of evidence

No Light

In order to get you away from thinking

The label and place you as lazy

Although it’s all together crazy

Nothing can be born without thought

A system created strategically

To keep you and place you in line

Don’t you dare look past the horizon

If you do it’s a social crime

The idea is to work nine to five

Now anything less would be tragic

As the government makes disappear

Your paycheck as if it were a magic

Economy strong and growing

Though few can get out of debt

With taxes soon overflowing

With credit maximized with regret

Open the options

Make us all slaves to a never-ending economy

Though who are those that profit from our ways?

The few are the ones with our money

Knock on the door

All from home it starts

Created rich insecurities

A life gone through

We can’t see in the dark

Though to no light we approach an unfolding

Moan

Moan

Moan

I get aroused, just by your tone

The sensible you, she is just gone

I stroke you, I feel myself stoned

Per

Per

I swear I love you more then her

She was just my nightly cure

You are my true love that’s for sure

Scratch

Scratch

Beautiful to all attached

Your legs around my neck they latch

You stream as I lick your ……

Wow

Wow

No words are missing

All endowed

I feel myself within you now

Both of us soon will get load

Scream

Scream

It’s all better then a wet dream

I see you leek there from the seems

A hint of urine

Both redeemed

Promiscuous?

So yes, promiscuous

I say delicious two Asians an African and my wife’s mistress

Please don’t show any signs of distress

All just simple progress

When the multi cultural undress

We roll around in sweat

Let’s let the night beget

All smooth when nothing’s flawless

I’m sure all this beats war

Booms and shooting guns

My weapon of chose is my moan and my thick tongue

They orgasm, we cum

Yes all of us have won

The black girls nipples, sensual

Eaten by Chinese twins

I’m just waiting patiently

Waiting to be let it

While war goes on somewhere I hear

I look up and start to stare

We have our mask

This suit and tie

Well I just don’t fucken care

Let go of yourselves

Be yourselves

Stop these frantic thoughts

Hast and all aggression with kiss can be forgot

Don’t stand there and tell me any of this is wrong

To enjoy all life’s pleasures

No one died, as we got strong

Promiscuous?

Just maybe

All this just might be true

Though look inside, as you will find these thoughts also in you

i won't apologize

I won’t apologize because I want to sleep with you

I won’t apologize for all the nasty things I wish I could do while rolling inside these sheets with you

Sure we don’t know each other

Only from far

I look at you and get all these great ideas

How great it would be to greet you home for supper

Feast in your down below

Then you think again, we don’t know each other

No

No

No

I won’t apologize for that

I won’t apologize because God made you look so edible

Sure my opening line should be something cleverly unusual

But I just want to tare your close off and penetrate myself with in you

I do apologize for one thing though

I apologize for the men that don’t know how to me kind to a woman after the nights seeds have been sown

I apologize for dehumanizing you for having the same thoughts we do

You’d love to be sucked, eaten, fucked and penetrated without having a single cranberry vodka or gin shooter

Wouldn’t you?

I blame man for that, sexually frustrated virgins that degrade woman for a petty pleasure

They don’t realize they should be thankful for the greatness that is woman for these magic pleasures

So no I don’t apologize for being vulgar

Just being straight and forward for my mantle leisure

I would love to suck you everywhere, define our pleasures, but treat you like a queen when it is over

fought

We fought intimately

Aggressively

The passion was our purpose

I couldn’t care if you left the toothpaste out

Seeing you left me foaming at the mouth

I jut wanted to scream at you

Swear at you

I didn’t quit care if you misplaced my pants or documents

I just wanted to fight you

I love seeing you in this mystic anger

It’s so we can make up later

Forget all and embrace much better

I just want to tare off that sweater

We both get on our knees ether to apologize or for something far more devious

To show each other who is boss

Let’s not kill the albatross

If luck should see us through, we’ll toss

While all above north shall defrost

Hit me if you want

I’ll take it

Shout out from your lungs

I crave it

All for when I have you naked

That beast inside of you shall sore

Conspiracy

It’s hard to excepted in society

Conspiracy to hold back our individuality

Getting educated for higher government plans

We’re just some tax right off’s

Casualties of Uncle Sam

It’s hard to see them token role models

None of them will take a stand

They are all on government payroll

Mediocrity of Uncle Sam

Flip the newspaper, magazine land let’s cut too commercial

Hard to live for the moment

If we live through a rehearsal

Drink Bacardi

Wear your Fendi

All overly priced parcels

Time soon withers on and they get rich off of your torso

I got the greater plan at hand

Hello to Uncle Sam

Father time gave me my rhyme

I live for the motherland

To all my brother, all my sisters struggling from the mouth to hand

Lift up your fist and please resist

We need to try and understand

That all is bliss

If you find self, in this human contraband

Just be yourself and soon you’ll find

All your wealth’s again

One man’s trash is another man’s treasure

One man’s pain is another man’s pleasure

One man’s poverty makes another man rich

One man’s princess is another man’s bitch

One man cuts and the other gets stitched

One man divorces and the other gets hitch

Two man wondering off the seat in a train

All of which are trying to avoid their pain

One may listen and one may explain

All here today but not equal or same

Three man in the back the back of the bus

All of them black

What if this was us?

“Get up nigger” bones to bones, dust to dust

I sometimes wonder what if this were us

Fore man rioted

Try to justify

I see the hurt and the pain in their eye

Next stanza they will multiply

A night passes on and all mothers soon cry

Eight men died here upon the field

Tell me something

Lord when will we yield?

to remember all my brothers

To remember all my brothers

Wish we were joined at the hip

We had to scream out “master” because we were scared of the whip

When Kunta lost his foot because he just wouldn’t submit

Calling out to mother Africa in a pure frantic fit

450 years we suffered

So if I may be blunt

We told them we needed history

They gave us the shortest month

Well no, I won’t forget now

All the things they may have past

Our mothers, our sister

Raped and over pasted

“I have been to the Mountain top

I seen the promised land”

I even took a long fine sip from the purest of black hands

Still I sit and wonder, as I cannot comprehend

All the torture, all the misshapes

They just couldn’t understand

My color dark and sweet

Yes the countries we have paved

You can take our body

Our soles will never be your slaves

So no we have no anomies

We forgave as we have fought

But in 450 years there’s not a thing we have forgot