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A little birdie told me

news sure does

travel fast

especially when its juicy

even more when its something slightly tilted/exaggerated & bad,

“did you hear about what so and so did?”

“oh yeah, I heard she was mad”,

a lie is more appealing to the heart of the  eye

so of course embellishment is going to enrich it just a tad,

like a snowball effect down a mountain

it gets even bigger every go around like a reoccurring fad,

so once the news hits them over the head

how can one keep self-contained and not get a little mad?

 “word on the tweet is you had a crazy weekend”

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to all my exes still stuck on my sweetness

If you can take a Richard then you can take a joke, my dear quit being such a pessimistic fag 



am I doing

I should know

better than that,


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

iN Passion iGo

its cold

out side

I want to be

in the warm,

I want to be

of love

where our souls

can take form,

grab ahold

of each other

choke to death

and not let go,

a bad romance

in a trance

forever going with

the flow,

I want the fights

the tears

the make up

the “after” glow,

the not being able

to live

without the other

I want the whole show,

God has blessed me with choices

& The devil saw iT fit

to tempt me with

detours with quicker roads,

so I take

what I can get

because iN passion



more than that


authentic the really real,


to be able to show my colors

and let the other

know exactly how I feel,

I’m tired

of being in character

so that I don’t hurt my self

with things that I feel,

My passion

has driven me blind

where the “Go”

has no substance to its appeal,

no push to the kart

what is passion

if not the push

with the flamboyant zeal,

all my excitement

in the world

holds nothing


to Love

because Love

is not of IT

its of the spirit its REAL,

everything else

is but the motions

and I’m learning

how to deal

Have fun with IT

give’em a little bit of power

and see what they do with IT,

shower them with kisses

and see how quickly it takes for them to spit,

venom on their webs

as accidentally as premeditated gets,

its so sad how true to life

the flock of feathers sticks to the prototype of bitch,

one must be in full on character

to swallow pride and experiment,

give someone your entire world

see if they trash or they recycle IT,

are lessons learned best used to teach how to avoid

or how to get even with?

i still need more information

so for now lets just have fun with IT

soon as i opened up the door

I don’t know much

but that in which i do

usually stems

from the things that you do

the things that you show

and the results that seem to prove

your but a temptation made to mess with my head

so that my heart doesn’t push my soul through

your all that I’ve known

all that I’ve loved

although I’ve encountered others

they were just momentary fun

we’ve made it through the test of time

we’ve had a pretty good run

but I’ve gotten to the point

were I’m way past done

but then some how

you grab me wanting more

and i go from the top of the skies

to the board of the floor

were I cant move at all

because your holding me right where I was torn

opening my eyes

soon as I opened up the door

what does she want?

she calls me at random

not really saying much,

sometimes she asks

how im doing

other times

not so much,

she goes

straight into

her rants

about the people she sees

and how she has a crush,

on some total random strangers

and how it gives her

such a rush,

which doesn’t surprise me at all

cause that is, pretty much,

a description of how we met

a few drinks, a few laughs, then straight to the few fucks,

she says she takes it slow

and that she doesn’t give “iT” up,

but for me that’s hard to believe 

considering the grounds that ive touched,

I tried to make it honest

so people wouldn’t make me out to be such a slut,

but in the end it didn’t matter

because she’s gone now

and apparently I was just too much, 

you’re going to believe what you believe

because people only see what they want,

I wonder why she calls to check in

if we aren’t anything and her current flings arent of my cup,

I find it hard to be interested

so I then ask her, “what else is up”,

she says “oh, well, nothing”

I have a feeling like she wanted to ask if I’m seeing any one,

but she doesn’t, that’s our conversations,…is she just bored?

I have no idea what she wants.


As the ‘Pun saying goes

“I’m not a player

I just

crush a lot”,

and that’s only because

my heart

used to

get crushed a lot,

at first

fulfilling a void

that I thought

would surely fill and stop,

but it never did


that isn’t what

loves all about,

after meeting

a girl

who is beautiful

and bold,

who spoke out loud

of GOD

which naturally

tickled my soul,

gave me love

and brought me warmth

like eating chicken soup

when the outside is winter cold,

giving me

even more reason

to let go of ego

so that I can hold,


and only her

so I made it honest

and attached,

made it into

a relationship

since it all happened

so very fast,

she gave me

her body and her soul

before we ever

did the math,

hoping maybe

we’re on that “meant to be”

since we perfectly matched

but I jumped the gun committed and dealt rash,

with the others

who would

keep me company

on nights I’d be alone,

not responding

to their calls

or the text messages

that’d reach my phone,

I was keen

on being the good guy

so I told them

that I can’t, because it was wrong,

which rustled

a few feathers

since that’s what they

wanted all along,

the label

the status

of being in

a relationship,

that I honestly

never liked

but for some reason

this one really fit,

when it came

to our communicating

I’d go out of my way

just so that I could reply quick,

so eager

for her response

I felt like

a little kid,

the “lady friends”

of my past

were upset

I took the plunge,

for something

that with them

I had no

interest of,

I might have been

a little guilt ridden

since this girl

in her past had often been used up,

by guys

playing on her emotions 

with the basic mission

of busting a nut,

which in one stance

because of her ease and beauty

I would have also

been happy with,

I could have just as easily dined and dashed

but we connected so well

we both agreed

we didn’t want to call it quits,

but then

soon after

the layers peel and reveal

off with,

the truths

you uncover with time

bases you cover and habits

that might make you go bat shit…

now see, normally

im the type

to hang back

and wait for one to make the first move,

but I felt entitled

since this girl

seemed so smitten

by all that I do,

I tried

to do everything

that my previous’s

claimed I wouldn’t do,

texted and called

every chance I didn’t have

for pointless hello’s

to clingy “hey how do you do’s”,

I then


me and her

are both so a like,

she couldn’t

handle the pressure

of having to be there

every moment (when I called) when she just wanted her alone time,

which she

hardly ever had

since she is awfully used by her sisters

like cinderella in real life,

I laugh

at my self

because I was so willing

to change and put down my own ways of life,

to accommodate

for another

who didn’t bother (or at least from what I noticed)

but hey, at least I tried,