The stench of fear lures like blood,
Sharks at sea level, vultures hovering above.
Venoms of the Earth with agendas overdue,
prayers going up hoping the fires don’t engulf you.
The darkness of night wakes me today,
only cause survival reigned last night,
If I had to choose a side..I’d have to say win,
Funny how it tends to rhyme with sin.
The Ghost Rider inside always begs to differ,
As for me I’m alright.
Even with a shadow of a glimpse we stand there mumbling and not taking enough steps to fumble what should we fear?
Never been scared to face those foes
Doubt you’ll find anyone who could tell you they ever seen me froze
Oh no…& if the heavens only reviewed our haptic mindsets and malevolent ways we’d long been casts into worldly hells of this mad society and cities turned cold
Stories of my ancestors have long been untold no wonder most of them had no possibility of ever growing old
Like gangsters moving in silence if we used that same effort to make our way to libraries we might just see ourselves gettin’ smarter or somewhere a little farther than Metro or Marta
Bringing checkers to a chess game hell yeah I said it
Next tax season come around let’s watch who forget it…
A pantry of thoughts fulfilling to even the most sacred of one’s desires
as lustful urges burn towards your flame
Patience leaves me no choice but to hold steady
riding home on this evening train
Thoughts of you and I forever lingering in my brain
Exotic measures and its pleasure upon two souls seeking the same
Captivated by your aura here I am wondering if these pheromones are to blame
for this love stricken token making its way to play in our little crazy game
One for breakfast, 2 for lunch, a photo of what? I’d rather not say
Anticipating your reply to numerous texts I’ve sent today
Exotic measures put pressures on even the most treasured jewels
All those bedridden taboos just waiting to take place by love smitten fools
Who knew we’d come this far in such little time
I knew you’d be ready once you heard the doorbell chime
Chances we take for the chance to go further
Uptown and down, around the corner to street 69.
I took the time to wait
and for that it was all in vain
I ran another dollar to my thoughts
they too ended in shame
I gave it a little more time
walked alone to fuel these determined woes
If time ever reveals an answer
It is in this life I would prefer it chose
One day long gone after a bid complete
the mirror will reveal those angles so sweet
Knowing left from right to face reality again
I’ll realize just what made Life a treat…
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Her melody sways with the curvature of her hips,
Embellishing the silhouette of her lips.
It’s something about that masterpiece type vibe,
Similar to the Symphony 9…she has a Melodic Flow.
Cascading thru the Jones of my bones, I can’t seem
to stay focused,
For every time she walks by… the clef notes of my heart seem to notice.
She has a Melodic Flow….let me know when you ready
for me to record.
We can play the C scale as I find your G spot,
As the rhythm of our bodies play non-stop.
Girl….you got that Melodic Flow…should I start off slow,
Or fast forward to the end, press rewind and do it
all over again.
The way her smile seems to collide with mine, as her notes keep me high.
She has a Melodic Flow…baby flow on…let me know if
I need to record.
It’s just something special when we’re both on the
same accord.
Deflected by the path of rectitude we walk in the footsteps of a cold dark society
But If the sun chooses to rise through the darkness and frail shadows …so should I…
Why, not?
I see myself as another being of light strayed away from the masses & blasphemy.
Raw in nature I am the nurturer to the brush of my own path and what awaits
And if I strive to please you I’d be a fool let alone condone my own soul’s will.
Stars aligned define a new meaning to existent and I too can participate in this silly
race
But I’d rather not waste my vibes dancing amidst the same tune of destiny or fate….
I’ve always been more of One to Create…
if I too remain calm and persistent…woosah
Detachment from emotions we chant…Hoorah!
Never let it get you down…
why frown too many wrinkles in places that need not be anyhow…ha!
Catastrophes of this life’s illusion do blind the deceitful eye in sun shine.
A blink of any defiled scribes and misguided minds…oops, you missed it
Casting pearls before swine has never been a thought of mine yet I’d offer a helping mind.
Define time in this matrix of twisted distractions, guilt, and fear
Waking up moments before death only to realize your time was wasted here.
Breathe in…raw nature…Exhale… let it go
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