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.
“Blessed To Move” by AMansWell
I’m only a slave to time and if I could find it I’ll prove it to you
See today through to another, since the first out of the womb
In this life or the next maybe in ancient codes, or texts amidst darkened tombs
There is no way to escape it
Please don’t fret this is no complaint…I’m grateful for the insane
I mean unseen… kaleidoscopic daydreams and places I’ve went
That of which I am…plus some of which I ‘ain’t
In the flesh ridden physical, mental or clinical…blissful wishes and heartfelt sentiments
We are all slaves in time
Waking up means there’s a chance to do it again and if I don’t win
life’s focus would see making actions transpire and manifest to something come true
What must I do, when the day goes bored
I’m only a slave to time anyway
if I get a moment should I be guzzled in the fuss of petty lusts
knowing there is a soul mate that life says is destined for me
I’m only a slave to time
To ask me to demoralize, chastise, patronize, or simply sit aside
Is something I simply can’t abide
My master tells me it requires some action, maybe a little laughter
Pain in the book of life always seems to comes some point in the chapter
But its okay, everything succumbs to your presence anyway
Every second ticking by… reminding us of our fate
And if it doesn’t seem to go your way…just wait
Wearing you on our wrists, Quality you
Ripened in our minds to move faster and hurry hurry
Late for an appointment you missed it, setting times and dates just to marry
Letting it slip us by we feel beat…40 complete to close out another week
Sometimes I want to say no but without it I wouldn’t eat
Bonuses don’t balance out to all of those wasted hours in meetings you see
Don’t be confused just be…
Use it, don’t lose it
And if the opportunity comes it’s best not refuse it
There is no rewind in life
Just to say let it be mine would be absurd
It’s all in our mind as it stands over matter
But those delusions of grandeur need no thrive
We’re all slaves to time as long as we’re alive…
The past is all behind me as I look forward to another day
that means the tears and fears of yesterday have gone astray
Had many laughs, but an equal number of stabs…if not more
restored by faith, slowly pacing my way to something new
What does my future hold, as I bite my fist in regret to what I could do
reflecting on bullshit from the past leaves my stomach upset
Or better yet, with a bitter taste, wiping sweat from my brow
Grateful I made it through, cause I believe the time is now
The past is all behind me, I keep tellin’ myself
erasing contacts from my phone, delete…delete..delete all the drama from my buddy list
Some I could care less…others may God bless…they need it
I may miss a few but all in all it’s a reason I’m feelin’ like this
I asked God to send me a sign, He held His end, so now I have to do mine
The past is all behind, as I erase you from my mind, detox you from my body, and evaporate you from my soul
Like washing dishes, scrubbin’ floors, my chores have been completed
The bullshit people, places and things, I bid you farewell because I don’t need it
Please do believe it when I do say the past is all behind me…
There’s things I wanna do,
That I know you like too.
Riding the freeway passing the flask to you, you take 2 sips,
makin’ sure I Steer her right
As my hand slides in between those hips
Not saying I drive and drink,
I just like to ride and think….LOL
Love when you giggle, rub my hand, & give me those eyes…..mmmm delicious.
I can tell that you’re tipsy,
We don’t have to make it to our destination for you to kiss me.
I’ll pull over right here if you feel the heat,
I got a blanket for the hood, plus there’s plenty of backseat.
I don’t want no good girl, they ain’t good for me….
Bad girls offer so much more excitement you see.
Besides I need a remedy for my A.D.H.D.
Is it right for me to hinder you, knowing what you’ve been thru,
Or should I be a fill-in so the next no good brother doesn’t sweet-talk you
Sweep you off your feet, only to not catch you in return.
Love is something I yearn….but not right now
I’d much rather just make you smile…
As long as you can keep me on my toes.
But she can’t be lazy, her motivation & support has to drive me crazy.
Only cause she pushes me to do more…her mind I want to explore
Financial security and doing all those freaky things are plus,
I just need you to get loud every once and while…..just so I can tell you hush.
I don’t want no good girl, they ain’t good for me….
Bad girls offer so much more excitement you see.
Besides I need a remedy for my A.D.H.D.
You can grab it in public, girl I ain’t scared.
But when I tell you “I’m ready, and let’s sneak to the dressing room…be prepared.
Don’t be shy when I nibble your ear whispering something during a movie,
Or I sit you down and tell you that you Move me…
Spiritually and beyond.
We both can agree that life goes on…with or without…because
Not saying that the others are lame…..it’s just
I don’t want no good girl, they ain’t good for me….
Bad girls are so much more of a bullride
& offer so much more excitement to me
and there ain’t too much that can keep the span of my A.D.H.D.
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…
The pain we seek is more parallel to pleasure
in this heat wave of our desires
And While your ankles have grown weak from the long stroll
those light chokes to the throat invoke urges that never seem to tire
How Do I feel?
Like a moth uncannily drawn to the flame
Hold steady, now when she’s wet and ready
we’ll both be enchanted in the rhythm of our souls satisfaction
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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If I could quickly transform these thought waves to patterns, I’d probably be somewhere orbiting next to Saturn,
or swimming in an ocean of my own free will amidst lost emotions…
contemplating my destiny next to a fork in the road of fiery notions
Here comes the Yellow Brick Road…Karma is like that sometimes
Perhaps the crossroads of my soul carry a touch to a game thats long been sold
But it ain’t no hearts I’m after…broke a few of my own,
been living life as such since the day I left home
I’d much rather bury a hatchet than a casket but sometimes we just miss the signs
flag on the play and we just get left behind
It’s Heaven we’re all after but sometimes just forget to unwind
My image may not be the same as yours but we all deserve to enjoy quality time.
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.
Raindrops exude truth if only we’d take time to see
There’s comfort in the monsoon of our minds
said a third eye as it viewed life thru the eyes of Me
Knowing better yet choosing to bask in the blissfulness
of chaotic dreams turnt reality
while all the while we’ve been painting a canvas to a heart spilt candidly
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