Posts Tagged ‘ woman ’

not so vain

natural

is difficult to be,

there is so many angles

that one can perceive,

on one side this is this

and on the other that can be,

very further & farther from the truth

yet we take what we see,

satisfy our sweet tooth

and let the sugar bleed,

over our throats

out from between the teeth,

wants satisfy what is of the moment

and what we think we need,

food for thought an after thought

what is given is considered as an option or something ment to be,

if something is hungry

does it default it as something deserving to feed?

if my blood can provide

should I be the one to leak,

how much do I give

if they wont stop milking from the teet,

one can use the hand to swat away

or further embrace the teething,

its odd one could be

soul thoughtful and giving,

when others wont do the same

evil meek and lame will not speak,

although fueling others

just the same I am weak,

I need I need I need

but my God wont let IT be…

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

MadMan

Self interest

highly addicted

overly medicated

mom tested & kid approved,

wearing all the template faces

reflecting off

the many moods

of all the moons,

this is different

the weeks been twisted

woe to what sexy mixed in

& to what Elohim showed through & proved,

 even though

my mind knows better

my flesh wants what is clever

and to satisfy its worldly womb,

a little to drink

a lot to smoke

taking away the powers to think

about our close approaching/appending doom,

I await with a smile and a peace sign

something pretty on my lap/raw hide

when really all that is needed is my  bible app

and patience for these wounds to soothe

#MadMan

I.D.G.A.F

what

am I doing

I should know

better than that,

Theres

gut feelings

but right now

I’m leaning towards the facts,

and the fact

of the matter is

I don’t give a Captain Kirk/William Shat,

Like a terrorist

my mission is righteous

for I AM faithful HaShem

has my back

Todays forecast

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1st off
Let’s start out
With
The facts,
I’m customer service
enforcer
Ending off with
The mission of the plan,
God makes it
Bless’ed
And protects against
The damned,
Then
it’s up to me
To not drop
What IT hands,

But today
May be a day
Gone crazy
Or perfect,
Liars & thieves
In Sheep’s clothing
Acting hella
Serpent,
I pray love
Hasn’t shunned me
And allows me to
Step on & stop the waves & the current,
hope
Your at bat
And these mother fuckers
look hungry and with purpose,

I supply
Lingerie By day
And health insurance
Right after, Until the night,
I start off my day
Excited
Don’t step on my bulge
Because I don’t
want to indulge In swine,
Wanting
What one can’t have
Seems to be the agenda
Everyone’s appetite,
Everyone wants to
Deal with me in shadows
Because I shine too bright
In the light,

I got fresh
Power steering
Whipping corners with a grip
Against all your attempts to make me frown,
The saint with the glory
A perv with a story
And the joy from a smile
Paint on as a clown,
I multitask With the purpose
To take full on advantage
Of every loop hole luxury
Before I blast off or drown,
I’m the best worker
You can have
Success bound who right now
Has every full intent on dicking around.

Hey…

hey…

hey…

hey…

there’s something I don’t want to, but I need to say…

I’ve been stuck

on you

in a very berry-bananna/pinapple-cherry

sort of way,

something like

all my favorite fruity flavors

blended in

and im slowly sipping away,

I’m not a Facebook troll

but my mouse

oh (Lord) how it scrolls

all the live long day,

going through out

your photos and your main time line page

wanting to “like” everything

that the digital you,  lays…

me not wanting

to cling too munch

pushes that thought

right out the way…

No one is too shy

to call you beautiful

so flattery

is just way too gay,

but oh my Deity how your every pose

intrigues

and puts a caption on my heart

in a very strong way…

My Dear, you Damn near

make me choke

on my own coffee

burning my tongue,

wishing the difference

between you &  I

weren’t so many and close between

like a tickle in my throat escalating to my lung,

having an effect

on my speech

making a man with nerves of steel

feel very nervous & high-strung,

knowing I can’t entice you

with dedication

and promises of strength

hung,

oh how you rung

my bell

and I want you

to keep on ringing,

what this hunch back

of notre dame

has been training for

and waiting,

damsel of the tower

leap off

I have my arms

open

for saving,

but that

flag

you don’t seem

to be waiving…

so what

on earth

can I do

today?

besides

makes references

in a very

dorky way,

and spill out

my obession

in a nursery rhyme

poem format sort of way,

I guess

nothing much

but say

 hey

Killer Bee

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Uh oh
I fell Into
The hive
again,
Wanting
Some honey
Leaving with
Thoughts of a bad man.

She’s such a
Soul seductress
In her vague
Ways,
Teasing Just enough
To leave me
Thinking about IT
All day.

I can tell
All she wants
Is complete
Attention,
Which
Isn’t a problem for me
Since I’m the type
To get completely obsessive.

Me with many
A question
And her process
Like a factory line,
Theres a queue
But she doesn’t
Service
One at a time,

The type Of Queen
That will
In all spheres
Eat you alive,
Which If you’ve kept up
With my ramblings
Know i
don’t mind.

Im a sleeper cell
With a Vest strapped
Just waiting to
blow up in time.
Does she
know this?
That isn’t a
Concern of mine.

Who you allow
In your circle
Can
Burst your bubble,
Age knows
No restriction
And You my dear
You, spell trouble.

The last thing
That I need
Is another reason
To be on my knees,
So Who am I
Who is so demanding
To Be the one
begging please,

Shew Fly
Fly away
And please don’t
Bother me,
But caught damn
Is honey Sticky sweet
Damn the allure
Of the Killer Bee