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The next Move

ah

ah

I have iT

in my hands,

I want to do

something with it

but im scared

so I stand,

not too sure

on my next move

damn the feeling of feeling damned,

she fell right

into my palm

but to bother her

I can’t,

I fidget

feeling rigid

 I AM a Richard

I’m the man,

the king in me

is humbled

and I bow

as if on holy land,

that doesn’t mean

I don’t attempt

but every kick

is caught by another hand,

that assures me

somethings going to happen

but it’s not

what I have planned,

so all the more

does it make me mad

and all the more

do I demand,

for more

oh this whore

has me heated

and then a fan,

hovers over and cools me off

I’m put off

and forget

why I heavily pant,

once I sit

all the way down

I can now

figure out my next dance

Waiting For Friday Like I’m Waiting For Christ

Thank God that’s its Friday

oh my how its been a long week,

it’s not like im doing manual labor

I sit on my ass all day, not so much on my feet,

but even sitting down can work your back

bad posture along with talking all day, my work mule is my speech,

what I lack in the sweating like my fellow beaner brothers

I take on mentally,

guiding members and clients like the police

do at broken traffic lights, who can’t get their head out of their ass, to pay attention to the street,

no anger no hostility that’s just what I do and how i speak

and I’m a firm believer, that at what I do, I do it awesomely,

im a customer service enforcer

I lick so much ass over the phones, you would swear you can see the shit stains on my teeth,

it’s not just the coffee

its my CAN DO attitude, weekend please go slow, so I can handle another week,

I complain because its funny

I’m doing way better than I deserve thank YHWH/Allah/Jehovah

because after the busyness comes peace

BackStabbingBetty

Whats the 411

whats the gossip?!

the word down the cubicle

is always THE hot topic,

there’s some things you don’t need or want to know

but you can’t help it, you can’t stop it,

the hens will be a’cluck’in

and the babbling brooks will be on top of it,

the only problem is

how far is too far and when will they quit,

the closest of friends play around

(only) accidentally revealing secrets,

much like a wild-fire

IT will spread once it catches wind,

 no body wants to admit fault

either from shame or embarrassment, blame the participants,

spoon-feeding the upper aboves on whats going on

since their all sucking on the tit,

throwing out your name

to get them selves out of their own shit,

from Betty to Bobby

their all wearing  the same shade of lip stick,

specifically made for sucking d***

that old vintage/classic shade of bitch,

maybe its cover girl

maybe its maybelline or plain ol’ snitch,

so much behind the back talking

oh how it has evolved form accidental to “for profit”,

and its all done

with the most convincingly

un-alarming

grin…

Co Workers

They tip toe behind me

they lurk over my shoulder,

the things I say go over their head

so even more do their feelings for me grow colder,

the Good Book says to love my enemies

and pray that the Good Lord watches over,

but frankly (IDGAF) any one not with me is against me

no matter if we’re co workers,

.

it breaks my heart

that I come day in and day out to a place,

that I can’t stand to be

but it pays the bills so that’s “the brakes”,

I give it my all

yet they nit pick since that’s all that they can take,

away from my spirit

 since the everlasting is my cake,

.

I rubbed the wrong cunt the wrong way

and it seems all her drones followed suit,

got a hint that my over the phone voice

is a bullshit act that I use against fools,

which puts me in a tight spot

giving the others assholes a helpful boost,

in retrospect I should have been smarter

bit my lip

 never opened my mouth

never taken sides

 just nod your head

and wear a shit eating grin too

Building

when given instructions

it isn’t wise not to skip steps,

sure A to C is quicker

but B might have provided some much-needed strength,

I got my  clean cut and shave

but I’m still not the social butterfly that God had originally made,

still annoyed by those around me

seeing nothing special in what they do or have to say,

I’m not the type to be full of my self

but then again that’s what they all say,

I think things then believe it

word

sound

power

from the imagination of my brain,

so disillusioned by my views and beliefs

I feel clinically insane,

I’m out of breath from my huff an puff

maybe I need a different trade?

which is why I don’t want to say anything at all

since lately I havent had anything nice to say,

one commented that I’m not a talker

that’s incorrect it depends on the conversation and what/where it paves way,

I wont pursue if im not interested

and not building upon my advances is as good as saying “F-U, your too late”,

I don’t like being ignored denied

and asked again what I couldn’t make any more plain,

I stand still in angst even though

I want to yell from hiding such pain,

but I don’t want to attract the attention

of others that don’t feel the same way,

so I continue on

silent waiting patiently to break away,

slowly building a catalogue

so I can bid my 9 to 5 a good day

very tempted

my heart

knows what it

wants

and my eyes

inform it

when it sees it,

exactly what

the mind has dreamt

there it goes

grab it

when its knees bend,

instead

I just stand

out in the obvious

since hunting

leaves me

feeling

guilty,

why AM I

so drawn

to skin

so

fair

so bright

so tasty

so

milky,

like an

infant

desperate

for the breast

that will soothe it

with a

softness

that feels

silky,

hunger pains

strike me

and

I

say fuck it

and

proceed on

stealing,

that of

which I was

wishy-washy

before

but nows

its

my chance

to make

a

killing,

the pray

has put herself

out in the open

it’s either me

or let

someone else

act upon their

feelings,

heaven knows

im not

the only

bastard

around these parks

empty

looking for

some sort

of

filling,

whats easily

caught

normally

wouldn’t provide

any

excitement

worth to be dubbed

thrilling,

unless

it’s a rarity

that doesn’t

even

come around

as many times

as christmas

hence why it’s so

appealing,

she runs

towards me

escaping others nets

shiny attractions

and bait,

right on to

my lap

with a smile

is this real

is

it

fait?

she dances

around

and asks

if she’s “worth

the wait”,

I tell her

id rather not

I want my dinner now

hot and ready

on the plate,

she kisses me

grabbing me

holding on tight

with the sexiest

whisper

says

“okay,

my husband

is out-of-town

we can

GO

to my

place,”

once

I

hear this

I want to

stop

i want to

hit the brakes,

but then

we come

even closer

and I realized

I don’t care

I’m going to take,

what

it is

I want

oh

my god

is it

too late?

my conscience

yells

at me

“oh fuck no”

and pulls me

right

away,

my demon assures me

“we

work together

I know

I’ll see her

the next day”

forever grasping

dreams

they tease,

filling me with hope

im not to sure if I need,

inspiration and dedication

add fuel to the fire, definitely,

but it always grabs on tight

and drives one to insanity,

I don’t want to, want

what I can’t have, it stings,

 and everything that I have had

only leaves behind memories,

which one would argue

its better to have had than never have had anything,

but society asking what do you have to show

is what seems the most everlasting,

light and darkness

is what im forever grasping