Too busy
Lately i have been too busy to write. Too lazy too caught up too tired going to bed even early. No thoughts to paper using inc or touching a key in the name of creative thought. I try not to be but am constantly distracted by too many somethings, sometimes using my time and minds eye some not even very important. I dont write like i breath anymore because i dont stay up late. Am relegated to this space of creative quicky making a mess when i can but nothing truly from the heart. Am losing my soul to this fast world. Losing my art.
Bad News
Hi news lady shut u mouth! Man dead here lady robed there bad new all about.
Hi news lady looking oh so cute but the news u bring bad nuh brute.
Stop it news lady why show me the burning house, mada a cry everything burn them not even save the mouse.
Please news lady how u fi show mi the car crash. Look like u taking mi name seriouse u acting Rash.
You see it now news lady u lose mi fi life cause if …u dont bring some good news soon am out of your life.
Mi going to start watch comedy when 7 o”clock come cause at least that make mi laugh. Reality too bad and it alone u can talk bout.
This is goodbye ok Miss Mam nothing but the sports for me. I can make myself feel sad i dont need u to do it for me.
7:30 is mi new time now and i dont miss u at all cause i no if i go back to my regular 7 i will see one more mada a ball.
Cute…
I think vaginas are
so, so very cute…
sometimes they
seem so wanton,
glistening wet and
lips slightly parted…
I love them all….
well except for
the scary ones,
you know the
ones that look
like they have
teeth, or worse…
So if you have
a vagina treat
it well, pet it,
groom it, take
it for a walk…
Unless
it
has
teeth.
Happiness are like glass. It maybe all around you… Yet be invisible. But if you change your angle of viewing a little. Then it will reflect light more beautifully than any other object around you.
Da vinci
Sooner or later we all die. Try as we may immortality is a bird and we humans cant fly so we cant reach as much as we preach wellness, in the end their is nothing but silence. But let me break this silence and write you a poem. Let me write about you for you inspired by u. Let me paint you a masterpiece, my Mona Lisa let me be your Da vinci but with words.
Capturing your essence forever immortalizing you even though you are a human and not a bird. But why should u settle for human things why must u not wish for wings let my poems provide them for you. Sooner or later we all die but in my poems you will live forever.
What is the truth? Its just a concept of what we perceive to be right to be correct. If its just a concept does it mean we share such things. Is this concept universal? Is your truth the same as mine?
Hungry Jokers
We give them the handle and take the blade. We refuse to call a spade a spade. Hungry jokers silly fools we act like we were not schooled.
They promise us heaven and we vote them in, they give us hell and all its sins. This the cycle we live and die by our women are crying our children die. They do this because they know they will always win they know we are hungry jokers and we do silly things.
So tax us please while SUV u drive. Tax us till we are nothing, bleed us dry. Tax us till we open our eyes. Hungry jokers we do nothing but cry.
Till the many realize we have more power than the few nothing will change.
husk
The heart i had and lost to lust. Lost its luster turned to dust. Loveless husk gathering musk found new life with u with us.
Lovely laughter killed the muck breath new life within the husk.
The heart i had and lost to lust was brought back because of your touch.
Someone like you
Its like music me and u someone like u discovered me.
The me i tried to hide someone like u saw me. U played me
like a song someone like u calmed me a player like me.
I uses to boast of my conquest and me being heartless
no girl could ever brake down these walls “ha” that was then
i guess i never met someone like u who saw the kid inside.
Someone like u saw me and made me better.
Like a song in my heart that has not found its way to my lips. I knew your name but it got lost in the wind. Nothing now more than a murky mist i dont remember u.
Spartacus War of the damned
Blood and sand blood and sand
a gladiator is who i am. A colossus
in the world of man blood and sand
thats where i stand.
Blood and sand blood and sand
i am a slave in the eyes of the roman
man but in my heart i am a free man,
fighting in the blood and sand.
… Blood and sad every roman dog will die
In the blood and sand swords will cry
In the blood and sand a Spartacus was born
War of the damned began in blood and sand.
Love can be like glass. Sparkles and shines from up high while reflecting the rays of the sun but its so fragile if it falls it can be broken into a million tiny bits. If u try to put it back together all u will manage to do is get yourself cut by the tiny bits of glass. It was ones beautiful but now its shattered and dangerous.
Samuel L. Jackson
—Go The F--k To Sleep
Samuel L. Jackson reads “Go The Fuck To Sleep”
Bedtime will never be the same again.
Go a yuh fucking bed.
(Source: mf-zed, via chokesngags)
My 2013
I hope i love u my 2013. So new so fresh like new breath to a drowning man. I woke up somewhere after midday skipping the morning because of the night that was 2012. I’m a hungover mess that forgot the nights past but who wants to remember anyway. I look to the future and the days to come hopping i have more nights to forget. I hope i love u 2013 because u will be here a while and i cant go back to 2012.
