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Monday, October 19, 2015

Yearning for Rain

It’s one o’clock in the morning.

And I am laying here in my bed.

Yearning for someone,

that one to share an  intimate, passionate experience.

Of her and I making love……

I close my eyes,

listening to Xscape set the mood for my fantasy to come true.

I picture a rainy summer night, rolling down an empty street.

On my way to come and get you.

We’ve both waited for a night like this…..

Sharing the same fantasy, to make love in the rain.

As I pull up, you peek out of your window.

Before I can get out of the car…..

You come out of the house.

Beautiful as always, but tonight,

you look very exotic, very sexy.

As I approach you,

I look you up and down.

I passionately kiss you and hug you tightly.

I open the door and you climb inside.

As I close the door,

I make my way around to the driver’s side.

We pull off and our thoughts begin to intertwine.

As we roll to our destination.

You start to stroke the back of my head.

As I pull into the park,

” Love Ambition” begins to play….


We get out and begin to dance.

Slowly grinding, we passionately kiss.

As we kiss, we slowly undress each other.

Until we are both flesh to flesh.

As we caress each other,

the rain begins to fall a little harder.

I place a cover onto the grass and across the hood.

I slowly set you on top of the hood.

I part your legs and stand in between them.

You caress me and I caress you.

You slowly ease me inside….

Slowly moving back and forth, in and out, grinding gently.

You pull me close and I go all the way inside.

Your nails dig deeply in my back.

You bury your face into my chest, sinking your teeth into my flesh.

I pull you down, causing me to go deeper.

We move intensely, moaning and groaning.

Your legs tighten around me.

Reaching the point of our first climax.

I slowly pull out teasing you.

Once every inch escapes,

you push me down onto the grass.

As I lay there with the rain falling down on me.

You sit on top of me, easing me inside.

You escape a sigh, as you begin to move.

Grinding slowly as if dancing to a freaky slow song.


As the rainfalls, my hands move up and down your back.

I slowly raise off the ground, reaching our second climax.

Your body begins to shake.

I navigate your body down,

slowly licking the rain off of your body.

I make my way down between your thighs.

From your knee up to your valley.

I search for your pearl tongue,

by teasing you,

searching round and round,

twisting my tongue deeper and deeper.

As I lick, your hands run across my head.

I run my tongue across your clitoris.

Sucking gently, causing your sweet rivers to flow……

I continue to lick until your body trembles.


As the rainfalls,

I lay between your thighs.

Holding on to you and you on to me.

Yearning for each other,

Yearning for more,

Yearning for rain……..

Monday, October 5, 2015

Erratic Assassin

Voices carry like whispers,
  @ times like shouts.

Transformations internally,
Enrages and awakens a beastly        appetite for destruction.

A thirst, a lusting desire for annihilation.

This war begins unexpectedly.

On a brink of a fallout,
A nuclear apocalyptical detoriating event.

Converging to destroy my world,
  Consuming my ancient treasures.

Leaving me with only memories of what were presumable thoughts factually.

But were actually fictitious intent to
destroy me and my collective.

Shaking my stability as emotions run  deep and quake my foundation.

Unearthing underneath a volatile manifestation.

Reminiscent of Ghangis Khan, Marcus Garvey, Malcolm X, Medger Evers, Stokley Carmichael and Bobby Seale....

Staying four steps ahead,
I strategize my blockade.

Putting a stop to the run of the cards you deal.

Dethroning your privilege as your soul and breath I slowly steal.

For my appearance persuades and seduces your ego,
Into believing that my humbleness,       is a scent of weakness....    

A shell of passive quietness,
but truly I'm more than your
anticipated thought.

For inside this shell there lies in the dark....

An indestructible cube,
a ell that sleeps as still as midnight.

But awakened!

Brings devastation on which you cannot escape none.


Thursday, July 30, 2015

Contracted: Black Lives (Every 28 Hrs.)

The rose that grew from the concrete has
Trampled under the soles of soul
  death dealers in black & whites.
Shining red & blue lights,
  modern day troglodytes.
Preying on the darker skinned Wombman
   & Men, known as Gods & Goddess
Digesting the powers of the universe,
   in an attempt,
   to control the vast reaches of our
   endless limitless design.
Attempting to cleanse the racial divide.
Behind the white hoods & demonic eyes,
  their miseducation; jealousy & gluttony
   they hide.
Destroying our history,
Erasing our legacy,
They captured our past lives....
reprogramming our minds.
Directing assassination on all of whom
didn't assimilate.
No longer able to control our weaker trait.
With your badges,
you now murder by
  way of asphyxiation....
Chokeholds in handcuffs and hands
  around our throats.
All self inflicted or accidental,
  this is the explanation scribed into the
  murderer's report.
28 hours,
Every 28 hours we are murdered by this
  blue cloak.
Generational ghost of the hooded
  confederate flagging.
Nazi saluting,
skin headed,
good ol' boy Christians.
Who feel that the melanin  population,
  has taken over & raped their women.
That thinks that we need to go.....
Is picking us off one by one.....
           Contracted: Black Lives
From traffic stops to emergency calls for
To riding a bike while being black.
Gods & Goddesses,
  our essences is under extinction...
Deconstruction & the destruction of what
  is known.
The known is that rose that is trying to
  grow from the concrete...
All the while,
  the weeds are contributing to our


Friday, October 17, 2014

Grateful For My Melanin

The white man says he knows the Negro....
He says he has driven through the neighborhoods, 
 seeing the Government building doors open wide.
With lines long filled with grandmothers and poorly dressed children.
Dozens of people sitting outside....

Are these Negros slaves? 

With the way they are or where they live.
Living in the Government provided subsidized homes.
Are they slaves, when their daughters are having abortions here, 
 children there.
When their sons are in prison.

What do they do now?

With the Negro being on Government subsidy, 
 they never learned to pick cotton.
Leaving them with nothing to do,
 Are they better off as a slave?
At least slavery taught them to pick cotton and have a family life and do things.... 
Or are they better off under governmental subsidy?
The white man says don't get more freedom, 
 He says we get less.

The black man says...
White man, 
you don't know the Negro and you sho' nuff don't know me.
But I've seen you as you drive through my neighborhood,
 giving us judgemental glares and those assumptive stares.
With your noses raised, riding down these pot holed and cracked  
  asphalt, now grey streets.
Talking under your breath, 
  counting black heads within the long lines.
Crowding those same Government buildings.

Yes white man, I see you.
And you think that we are lazy, 
 cause those young and old ladies...
With those babies are attempting to get and keep food to eat.
So no-one in their family goes hungry,
 while being humiliated, time and time again.
every time they go for interviews and turn applications in.
Trying to make moves out of those subsidized homes.
So called structures built to protect and house their families,
 are nothing but shanties.
Shacks that are reminiscent of what the field Negro had to call home.

You ask are we slaves?

With Mr. Officers modern day oppression and modern day lynching.
But the black man that I am, 
Is at a conundrum....
Cause hypothetically and realistically, 
 the answer is a yes.
But my answer is complex,
 cause I of a darker shade,
 was once afraid and now I would rather die on my feet,
 than die on my knees.
Which makes me free,
 but with that freedom comes a cost...
A price that my ancestors paid....
With blood, sweat and the unforgotten tears.
The exception, 
 the one Negro that Mr. White Man fears.
The one within hundreds with the strength and intellect.
That Negro that if you left unchained....
Would awaken you with the crack of the whip [that split many a slaves back], 
feeling the lashes tearing the white of your skin.

I mean,
 it's the least I can do...
Cause by you making us pick cotton,
 you gave us something to do.
Like igniting my desire to free myself of you.
Leading the escape and unshackling the minds, 
 that now follow behind.
Constructing camps to towns,
 towns to cities....
Transforming slaves and servants to businessman and CEO's.
Now as President ruling the country as a whole....

So white man, you think you know the Negro?
But you could never understand a piece of this man.
Your comprehension would com-bust...
Cause the fathoms of our Desire,
Grace and Intellect.
Flows from my soul to my bone, to my flesh;
 and that white man makes  me 
                   GRATEFUL FOR  MY MELANIN! 

Thursday, October 16, 2014

Hive Minded!

Tunnel visioned with one directive....
Direction narrow-minded led by stupidity mostly....
Hardly by greatness, as for a generation nameless...
I must apologize for the reluctance of the misguidance of defective products of originality.
That has now become lame, miscalculated lyricists.

Unrecognizable.. arrogant... ignorant... close minded... low-eyed....
Purple sipping.... Molly popping...Blind lost facsimiles......

Skinny jean sagging, carbon test-tube generated, erased scraps of paper....
Of random nothingness!!!!
From 21 to 40, cities from coast 2 coast.
North to South from East to West.

All of those caught in Society's Web of Persuasive Scheming!

Conscientious thought is DEAD!
That thought invoked, a thriving creative expression....
Provoking a nation, teaching it that it can't be stopped, it can't be held back!!!!!
Unique ferocious spitting of tiger style like rhymes...... _______

"As old earths cried, each tear drop was a bonus towards my enterprise...."

That Knowledge Of Me, enticing Myself, I!
Black is power moving forward enlightened Empowerment....
Enhancing the limitless skill of a beautiful mind!

T.alent And

God MC's, still holding number one top spot.
Urban terrorist, public enemies....
Once was sucka free, has now become a virus throbbing deep within.....
Every neighborhood, every projects, every crew, every clan unknown!
Originality of the beats & the Rhyme, is now dead in the streets....
Where it was created & thrived!
Once Open-minded are now Hive Minded!
You've been BLINDED!


Saturday, July 12, 2014

The Eternal Order of the Ying/Yang (Fluidity)

Supreme tale of two individual souls.
Conjoined through time stretched
outwardly on an infinite journey.
Mirrored eternally,
a glow with all the hues of light.
Bending through glass radiating colors
uniquely defined.
Vibrant with passion,
an adoration beautified by blessings
from the Great Divine....
Miraculous recreation of
Adam's needing of Eve,
  created from the rib of his.
Dedication perfected by Love Supreme,
of true solidarity.
A pairing of ideals premeditated,
reoccurring like night and day.
The sun and moon...

A mind for thought and a mouth to
vocalize descriptively.
But remained a story timeless and
A destined legacy tenderly nurtured
within Endless Love's arms.
A connection everlasting by heart's
Flowing effortlessly,
Flowing strong!

As does...
   The Eternal Order of the Ying /Yang
A dedication to a Dove.....