Tuesday, September 8, 2009
My Kinda Man
You know that smooth talkin' brotha, the man that walks da walk and smile because it's endless.
The kind that wines and dines like clock work.
Money being thrown to the skies, not making it a factor to matter.
The man that sized up the competition on hand.
The one that strive for nothing but the best and worked for nothing less.
Sweat and tears built into an empire with no walls breaking down, cause only father god can make it be known.
Raised on Malcolm X and Martin Luther King, to keep on walking and fighting for what is rightfully his.
No weapon shall form against hm shall prosper, for he is a man of confidence and strength.
He shall raise his head high with no lack of thought. He has felt the wrath and struggles of man.
The pain hindering through his veins as blood clots senselessly.
With a faint pulse that is almost forgotten.
Digging deep to find himself as he races against time to be the perfect one. The clock ticks as his heart beats to an unwelcome rhythm.
Standing tall and paving the way for the next generation to take his place, in the unforgiving land of heartache.
Without restraints he shall move forth unto his next triumphant task at hand.
Letting it be known that he is the man, My Kinda Man
Monday, September 7, 2009
a dopeman's wife
White Line
Spell Bound.....from a different perspective

Ok so this is a one syllable story, meaning that every word is consist of only one syllable....check it out.
Ooh! right there, don't stop! were the words that ran through my mind as i thought of her.
Her smile, her skin, her love all wrapped in one.
The sight of her cast a spell on my eyes, one that I wish could last for a lifetime.
With each day that goes by, my thoughts of her are now dreams.
The faint speech of her name leaves me in a trance, one in which I can't place in the next realm. When will I take charge and claim what is mine?
Lust, love, need and want...for a firm hold on the heart will put my mind at ease.
Like art; I feast my eyes on a rare taste of new.
A slight touch will take my mind and soul on a craved high that it needs to stay strong.
I will smile 'til the end of time, or at least 'til the day I claim what is mine.
BED

The way your fingers move between the sheets
The sensation in your eyes that tells me how deep your love has grown
The silky touch of your skin, like a blanket that has never been used
Your smile that assures me that everything will be ok
Your tender heart that soften my every move
The slight taste of your kiss, puts me in a trance that leaves me wanting more
Your soothing embrace, stabilizes my mind and all that's been placed around me
Having you is a dream, a fantasy.......the beginning and the end.
Tell me yes
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