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Love painting visuals with wordplay....capturing the mind's eyes, invoking emotions from metaphors and analogies, creating an everlasting impression

Tuesday, December 28, 2010

STORM

YOU VISIT ME IN MY DREAMS
FOUR TIMES A WEEK
SPEAKING TO MY SUNRISE
KISSING MY SUNSET
CONSTANTLY FREAKING MY MENTALITY
DEDICATED TO MY PLEASURE
KISSING MY FEMININITY W PASSION
AROUSING ME WITH EVERY VISIT
CARVING YOUR WAY THROUGH MY CHOCOLATE FRAME
MOLDING ME INTO YOUR IMAGE
IVE BECOME YOUR MUSE
SEE YOU APPEAR IN MY DREAMS FOUR TIMES A WEEK
SATISFYING MY EVERY DESIRE
YOUR THE REASON WHY I CRAVE MY SLEEP
TO HAVE MY ANTICIPATION HELD AND KISSED
TO BE IN SYNC WITH MY VISITOR, MY ARTIST, MY PLEASER,
TO BE TAKEN WHERE NOBODY KNOWS ME AND YOU EXIST
EVERY NIGHT
I PREPARE FOR AROUSAL
EMBRACE THE ESSENCE
WELCOME ECSTASY AS IT SURROUNDS ME
YOU HAVE APPEARED IN MY DREAMS FOUR TIMES A WEEK
AND EACH TIME I'M STUCK, UNABLE TO COMPREHEND YOUR VOICE WHISPERS
TEMPORARILY CONFUSED FROM THE WAY YOU STEP INTO MY CONSCIOUS
TAKING ME FURTHER THEN WE HAVE GONE BEFORE
AND EACH TIME YOU LEAVE ME WITH GOOSEBUMPS ON MY DESIRES
SHIVERING IN MY FANTASIES
SPEECHLESS IN MY SOUL
EROTICALLY I GO PLACES WHERE NOBODY KNOWS..

Monday, December 20, 2010

FOUR LETTER WORD......-RAHEEM DEVUAGHN

I taste sweet melodies every time I kiss you
I yearn and toss and turn, every time I find myself missing you
Rain falls your sound is wet, don't feel as wet when ain't inside of you
Your skin is so a silhouette, at the stroke of my finger tips
Cause I hope your not the prototype, but the makings of the real deal
See it's been some time been some time since you came around
So I recognize just what I feel

It's that old four letter word that I feel you, when I touch you yeah
It's that old four letter word that I taste, when I kiss you yeah
It's that old four letter word that I recognize, so familiar yeah
It's that old four letter word Love love love love love love love

I feel sexy and confident, when I illuminate in your eyesight
I feel speechless and spellbound, so what's the use of even tryin' to put up the fight
I let down all my guards, you persuaded me when u did the same
I'm through it, played all my cards; I found a higher ground, a higher place
See it's been some time been some time, I know where u been, I been waitin on ya
But welcome back, I hope you're here to stay, here to stay
I always here about, sing about, even write about ya
Just know I had ya till ya slipped away

It's that old four letter word that I feel you, when I touch you yeah
It's that old four letter word that I taste, when I kiss you yeah
It's that old four letter word that I recognize, so familiar yeah
It's that old four letter word Love love love love love love love

This time this time this time this time
This time this time this time this time

Tuesday, December 14, 2010

Letter to the sky part 3

Journey down this road yet again
Victory in sight
yet, defeat keeps riding past me
No Setback
Refused Defeats ride this time.
Looking for motivation
i stop for reflection
diluted connection
muted
silence
no voice, no words, no emotions.
empty, broken inside
striving to live
or
living to die
this roulette of my mental
shakens me
haunts me
pauses me
what is this feeling that i have no control over
no, no, no No, NO!
look up to the sky
sun smiling at me
speaking strentgh into my soul
brushing myself off,
wiping off fear
doubt still on my back
outrunning failure
and laughing at defeat
victory
who am i to be defeated?
for i am set apart
my dream wouldnt allow it
postivity
my ambitions requires it
motivation
my past enables it
progression
my futures resembles it
sucess
outran my hinderances
speaking final goodbyes
salutations
no need for emotional departures
negativity died along time ago
i look up the sky for where i am
is where im suppose to be forever
for the place im in now is my destiny
and i thank u for your clouds,
sun
and rain

my last letter to the sky

Saturday, December 4, 2010

TRANSPERENCY

I often wondered how it would to be Happy and be seen without prejudgement
How it would feel to not live behind an emotional wall, to truly accept love for what it is and not be scared

Is there anyway to solve a problem that's so deeply rooted i refuse to look at it.

Looking at these mirrors im disgusted by my soul and heart reflection the emotional person I've become Isnt what i want.

Each day i go thru go motions of being happy but deep down happiness DOESNT really exist in my lonely world.

The struggle between self worth and emotions constantly battling for space in my mind daily consumes me.

So often I've gave lectures and encouraged others to let the wall down and accept change to let the heart live and welcome love.... To banish hurt n rejection from its permanent place and to welcome joy and peace in its place.

Words I've spoken but have not listened to, easier said then done. It is hard to move forward without dealing w unresolved issues.

What is true happiness and how do we know it exist?

Is it a pre-conceived notion that somehow comes naturally when were born.

Who teaches us to intimately love another being that deserves it?

Where do i begin to unlock one hurt, deal with the pain temporarily and never have to live with it again?

This permanent insanity of my heart has me rethinking my steps from a broken heart and yet it hasn't gotten easier. .....

Monday, November 8, 2010

MOMENTS IN LOVE

WRITING IN MY NOTEBOOK,
OF HOW IM SO INTO U,
AND ALL THIS LOVE ,
HAS ME CHASING PAVEMENTS
AND WITH THIS EMPIRE STATE OF MIND
ALL I EVER THINK ABOUT IS U
SO WE TAKE A NIGHT OFF,
TO ESCAPE TO OUR BED, BATH AND ANYWHERE BEYOND
EXPLORING JUPITER LOVE
ITS SO BEAUTIFUL
IT HAS ME GOING CRAZY 4 U,
TURNING MY LOVE INTO POETRY
GLAD I KEPT THE BEST FOR LAST
ACCEPTING LOVE AND HAPPINESS
SOMETHING UNBREAKABLE
THESE SIGNS
8 MINTUES TO SUNRISE
IS THIS WHAT LOVE FEELS LIKE?
BECOMING MORE THEN A WEEKEND LOVER
DRIVEN TO CLOUD 9
TRAVELING THROUGH A COSMIC JOURNEY
BEYOND HOOKED ON YOU
WORDS PRODUCING AN EASY CONVERSATION
PRESENCE LEAVING ME SO HIGH

Tuesday, October 19, 2010

MY ECSTASY WORLD!

THIS - has me chasing highs unheard of
dancing to tunes unthinkable..
creating words not to be spoken
coloring images without tracing
singing lyrics with no melodies
yet
im so full from this
full from conversation and poetry
dreaming of unrealistic fantasies...

THIS- got me reminiscing on yesterday
those days when love was so easy
as a summer breeze
calm and free
detaching my soul from me temporarily

THIS - has me showing gratitude in every way imaginable
THANKS! can be said but i rather show u what thanks is

THIS- has me skipping beats and has my heart on pause
drawing on stars and signing on clouds....
painting my world the color of u!
just so i can surrounded by u...

see your presence is a gift and i don't want to waste it

THIS- has me rewriting letters of love
emphasizing every analogy to match what THIS is
is has me editing you into each sentence and marking punctuation with permanency
capitalizing moments from u


THIS-got me feeling kiddish n shit
feeling like school daze
writing your last name in my notebook
dreaming of being the missus...
got me signing on trees and marking up leaves...

THIS....THIS....THIS.......THIS IS MY HIGH!
MY ECSTASY WORLD!


Tuesday, October 12, 2010

MIND FUCK!

an intellectual freak....
waiting for u to fill me up with your verbs
choke me with your syllables
release on my lips your nouns that i swallow with ease
or maybe u dont like that
maybe if i got on top of your character
and rode the waves of grammar
kissing the pronouns of your neck
with my adjectives
or maybe
you will like the way synonyms fall from my full lips
of if not
maybe i should get on my knees and suck in your theory with lusftul desires
traveling from our mental
lick hungrily the punctation!

Monday, October 11, 2010

ELS...ELITE LEADERS IN SOCIETY

For all of my followers that wonder why i always tweet chasethedream, or wonder where i get it from? well here's your chance to read about the most positive movement and entertainment group in New York State. Elite Leaders in Society better knows as ELSis a young group of Entrepreneurs, that are trying to leave an impact on this society. That are looking to take risk that most young black males don't. They Separated themselves from the pack. Their Focus is to move forward and build. If its through event promotion, music, entertainment,real estate, etc we are going to force our way in. Its just about getting involved with the same people who have the focus and drive as you. this whole mission they have is a positive way to have fun, network and most importantly make money while mingling with friends. Founded in 2006, where their start was house parties amongst some eager entrepreneur. its as simple as dream and it all takes is hardwork and dedication to make dreams a reality hence the "chasethedream" movement. The "Chase The Dream" movement is about anything is possible. Don't let no one tell you its not possible. You have to pursue all your dreams. No matter what age, race, condition, or whatever, if you are willing to put in the hard work and dedication dreams do come true. How many people have you know that have come from nothing to something?? Its there for the taking. Its about how hard you want to get it. "Chase The Dream"....its not just a hashtag on twitter or a simple status on facebook. "chasethedream" has become a way of life for these young entrepreneurs and even for myself.....seeing how motivated ELS should inspire anybody to get up and chase their dreams....langston hughes said it best..."What happens to a dream deferred?Does it dry up Like a raisin in the sun?" therefore we cannot afford to just let our goals and aspirations to just shrivel up and die, so im encouraging everybody to "CHASE THE DREAM" and motivate yourself first then draw from others.... for the twitter readers follow @Dante_ELS<<<>

Wednesday, September 29, 2010

olde to aries!

An everyday road becomes an adventure for us unconsciously stepping into whirlwinds of disputes.
Disputes that not only can be mentally damaging but sometimes deadly to our prey. Demanding attention even from the unwilling subjects who dares to challenge our wit, unleashing a verbal storm leaving them 2 confused and angry to even respond. On the contrary erotically we are the diamond of all signs, sensually transforming each n every minute of our sexual movement. Becoming the physical drug ya mind has been yearning for….quickly taken away your sanity using your weakness to our advantage slowly teaching you a lesson never to be forgotten who are we Being compared to any other EGO. Our presence exudes recognition, no comparison, just admiration for our kind. Slow to speak but quick to act is how our lives are lived. Walking through life head held high because were always 5 steps ahead of the preyed upon. SUCCESS. Who are we. ARIES.

Sunday, September 19, 2010

p.k

Perfection expected
Standards Given
Peoples personality
no identity
emotionless
NO!
feelings of rejection
alienated
not welcomed anywhere
turn to outside influence
looking for peace
instead found PIECE
5 mins here, 7 mins there, quick escape momentarily
soul still empty
hiding behind a "smile"
temptation now easy
no fight
church was a sanctuary
now my enemy
its inhabitants
pain to my heart
forced to contain my anger
no outlet
they was supposed to love
instead they hurt
struck deep
hypocrites
judging without understanding
struggle within self
inner demons
fighting this battle
but losing
each word becoming a strike
silent tears
DAMN CHURCH PEOPLE!

Friday, September 17, 2010

Grammar Sex

I love your cognitive poetic ways. You have evolved before my eyes. Its exciting to watch the roots as they develop. Each & every syllable that I have you may stroke as often and as many times as you'd like. Be aware, for each syllable you caress, will start to pronunciation, and this introduces affection, a verbal escalate the sensations be aware, for each syllable you caress with your eyes, caresses back. With each excitement you comprise onto them... They will reach out and grab the very fibers of your thoughts, thrusting themselves onto your dimensional comfort zone and slowly passing they're tongue along your cognitive curvy frame arousing each hair... When my physical grammar connects with your curvy physical letter "S". New vocabulary shall be born. New articulations shall be pronounced, and a new language shall be introduced. interrogate your senses, handcuff your desires & tease them.my words, seduce your eyes only to enter your mind, to then travel within your metaphors As they travel.. your sensations of desire, lust.. along with your emotions of wanting & needing get touched and played with finally meet each other.elevated so high in sensations,Sensuality. The good thing, we can keep doing this forever and it will never get boring...

Wednesday, September 8, 2010

HATE




animosity towards success
hostility to the motivated
revenge against the powerful mind
positivity not allowed in this environment
only achievement allowed is ruthless behavior and outbursts
rage drives and encourage
brutal words becomes bombs
targeting the positive one
rumors become missile falling
attentive
upon cold hearted ears
given life they sprout
evolving
grow intensely
resentment
jealousy takes over the mind
scorn
interfering with reality
exisistence
blinded by illusion
progress becomes offensive
deception
the mouth speaks words of disdain
provoking the hated for a reaction
isolation only encourages the negativity

ALIENATION-MUZIQ KORNER

Isolation
Creating the greatest music
To fall upon ears
Genius
Beats standing alone
Keyz striking emotions from the outsiders
Lyrics becomes an invitation
Production forces rejection
As if on que the masters create
Depriving attention from thrill seekers
Letting their presence be known
Creating infinties out of nothing
Silently becoming the future
Being the distance between
Ambition
And greatness
Music is their life
Allowing the words of their songs to create rules
Reaching beyond expected
Dedication
Merely their existence alone is enough
Breaking borders of insecurites
Limitless possiblities
dawn of a new sound
The Muziqkorner era
Isolation creates the greatest music
Music breeds genius
Creation births beats
And combined this is alienation!

crossroads


love is a journey of roads uncrossed
to go in or out
only to speak those words
encrypted on heart's eyelids
lingering essence of thoughts unspoken
yet this is what we live for
what our inner most being
so longingly desire
to be caressed with love's softest touch
the idea of this perfect union
FANTASY!
but our equation never subtract's love's negatives
and dare not speak against this
we welcome it
nurtured.
beyond standards of life
confirming love's place to b permanent
love is a journey of roads UNCROSSED!

Tuesday, August 24, 2010

LETTER TO THE SKY PART 2

Sinking in questions
Disabled
Handicapped
Unable to free myself
Misfortuned mentality
Advertisity
Still sinking
Hitting rock bottom
Quick sand of struggle
Not even a word to pull me up
Must find inner strength
Refusing to give up
Power
Heartbeat
Blood pumping
Reach up
Finding myself
Rising
Standing on my own
Self encouragment
Truth
Traveling the path
Education
Bypassing the road blocks
Of ignorance
Heartbreaks
Depression
Crossing the bridge into womanhood
Mentality
No games
Failures no longer my enemy
Walking around past mistakes
Looking into my skies
Clouds full of dreams
Sun shining my success
Motivated to keep going
Flashback
Pause for reflection
I remember when I used to question my existence
Unable to makes sense of my reality
Envious of relations
Feelings and thoughts of rejection
Characterized
Personality dismissed
Welcomed outwardly
Lonely inside
Heartbreak
Realizing this is no longer
Keep moving forward
Expressing goodbyes
Chasing dreams
Meant for living
Speaking positivity into my enviroment
Mentality
Released
Presence on silent
silence
Time to speak with my ways
loudly
Rathen then my voice
Determination
No reflection needed
Just my ambitions
Dreams
Imagination
I wonder whats next for me?
Is my exisistence now needed?
Am I the product of my thinking?

Thursday, August 12, 2010

letter to the sky...part 1

Tired of running in circles
Dizzy
Empty
Soul full of voids
Sheltered
Cries
Moans
Trapped inside
Imprisoned
No freedom
My mind n soul stuck
Reviewing timelines
Emotions
Tears cried
Bloodshed
Sitting in this corner balled up
Shivering
Flashbacks haunt me
Boy X- taken my innocence
No choice
Snatched away
First setback
Not allowing trust to be conformed n given
Now I imprison myself
Rejections
Dissapointments
Failures
Seem to befriend me even at my highest time-depression
Reincarnated boy X comes again
Setback
Set
back
This time stealing my heart
Not strong enough to fight it
Accepted
Walk around
Lifeless
Unable to breathe LIFE
Setback
Traveling these roads looking for a way out
This world is so cold
The only heat I have is my hatred
Yes hate has took love place
Established residence
At war within myself
Not sure which side im fighting on
Do I even want to win?
Positionless
No stance
Just an empty soul
Void
No filler
Until
A seed is placed
Growing inside
Cultivating emotions
I never knew existed
Even turning a non- existent spiritual being
Present
Found myself praying like once before
Connections w the world
Finally
Some peace
Demons no longer winning
Heart beating loud
I’ziah the name of an angel
Gave love and it was returned
Before I even knew it
Time stood
Still
again
Setback
There was no more seed, no more heartbeat, no more love
Gone
Traveling this road once again determined to make it to the end
Demons catch me
Breakdown
No release
Stumbled on getting up
Fall again
Confused on my inability
To stand
No strength
I can only live what I know
Hurt
No pleasure
Is this my reason for existence
My dreams I refuse to let to die
How can I move on,
Im broken
Unable to repair
How can I see beauty
In all this pain?
Where’s the end of this road
How can I let go?
Where do I begin?

Sunday, August 8, 2010

poetry foreplay

Our lips touch sending electric jolts to our inner senses......Moans escaping my mouth as u explore this body with your fingertips.....This Man has the power to either FREE me keep me Captive with just one powerful stroke of his tongue!

soft kisses down my thighs causes my jewel to swell with excitement waiting for her turn to be touched and kissed....yet my mouth is feeling forgotten....longing to have the chance to dance with his king!

his head is now buried....tasting my love....i can't even breathe waves of pleasure is crashing throughout my body uncontrollably....This Man is taking me to ecstasy with every tongue stroke and lick.....Releasing what he wants so badly .....

I invite him up to share my essence with me.....switching places is now my turn to show my ultimate appreciation to my king! knowing that that appreciation intensifies every time we meet.....standing tall i smile because if only he knew how long i wanted this meeting with him.....kisses turn into a slow dance up and down slowly making sure to let him feel every stroke....

i cant leave out his guards they deserve affection as well.....as they enter the queens room they instantly fill with joy....but only the king can release them.....tongue kissin the king with such emotion he fills me up with everything in him....

(hidden head meets untold inspiration)


lips to head is wat u want
expectations of eruptions is not my only motivation
this journey began in the north
butterfly kisses escaped to mounds of ya lips
going down to the valleys of ya soul
ridin manic waves of sexual desires
now im down to the lovely south
tongue tied kisses
with "ur HIGHNESS"
he salutes wen i cum down
as if he ben waitiing for his princess to show her appreciation
gently we start this courtship
i kiss him he bounce back
surprised at the kiss i jus placed on his crown.....

untitled..

Lets have a conversation with the world, discover the secrets entrapped in the world’s mind. World lets speak about your most wanted desires for the people that keeps habitation within your arms. I am apart of the people who takes a single breathe for granted, world how can I express to my brothers and sisters that even though we look different we are all the same. SAME. Living to be loved, loving to live or are we?….do we really love living world. Senseless acts of claimed our children. A simple walk becomes a journey each and every day. Mother Nature talk to me please! Pour in me your wisdom....

Saturday, July 31, 2010

ADDICTION

rushing through me veins
traveling quickly
to its place of destination
my brain
INHALE
breathing in everything that relaxes me
INHALE again
this time not wanting to let go
floating
cloud 9
stimulation ...physically
cosmic trip.... mentally
EXHALE
past now released through my lips
even memories of this from yesterday
gone
getting high off you creating new bonds
daily!
each high better then the first
no need to chase
this cant even soothe the scratch
i need a fix of u!
not alot
just enough to create a desire to want more
to have this need met
INHALE
these shakes wont go away
truth be told i want them to stay
security!
EXHALE
please dont go
dont make me beg
stuttering, confused, not knowing what to do next.
INHALE
all confusion leaving
as you rush through my veins
entering my bloodstream
invited!
traveling everywhere that your welcomed
EXHALE
making room cuz i need more
all confusion ceases
words come out clear as crystal
INHALE
close to overdose
this is what you do to me
not even contact with you
just conversation
im an addict
your the drug and the rehab
Combined!
Feeding this habit with words
Im a conversation junkie
and your words are my addiction
ADDICTED

Monday, July 26, 2010

daydreamer

night dreams turn into day fantasies for me
imagining realities meant for dreaming
sending me to ecstasy
recounting every moment in this vision
leaving me speechless
no words
just actions
moving into what could be a reality
is this what you doing to me
craving for my sleep
just to dream
eyes open
i see living
breathing this dream
unknown when its birth will take place
loving the anticipation
the unknown brings to me
retracing every move made by us
not wanting this dream to end
my heart is the director
my mind is the screen
we are the actors
actively playing these roles
for me
night dreams turn into day fantasies
DAYDREAMER

Saturday, July 24, 2010

nite write...

affection sparks a yearning for passion.....
passion
sentimental values cherished
adoration
creating a soft spot...infatuation
devotion
to be captivated by the simplest thing
inspiration

Thursday, July 22, 2010

CREATIVITY

what if we were painters?
attempting to create scenic portraits for our lives
what if the brush was our motivation
and the paint was our dreams
what color would the paint be?
would it be purple full of royal like aspirations
or
would it be yellow....optimistic and full of hope
better yet could it be green-successful and wealthy view

what if our sky was pink and the grass was blue so that when we looked down we are instantly uplifted
what if combined all these colors would be on the canvas we called life

what if we were farmers ?
and we planted all our dreams
and watered them with positivity
nurtured them with ambition
surround them with drive and the grass sprouted life all over these dreams

what if we were singers?
and the notes we sung were countless possibilities of what could be
what if each lyric had a different passion
how would u sing your chorus
would it be a victorious chant or a defeating tune

what if you were creative

Wednesday, July 21, 2010

LOST


Im lost
stuck on confused
sitting at a crossroad
success & failure
soul stagnate
no progress
confinement
what am i to do?
im looking at motivation
but disappointment is pulling me back
absolution is needed
but confession cant be given
tear shed
miseducation haunting me everyday
out running statistics, stereotypes, racial slurs
abandonment
im lost
but not in this world
in my own mind
trying to find a place to belong....

Tuesday, July 20, 2010

mental orgasm

I can think of ways to turn your mind on get u off while keeping your
clothes on. Just give me the password to get inside i promise i won't
bite so don’’t try to hide. I just want to touch you mentally kiss you
subliminally betta yet...Let me undress your intellect caress your mind
process. I just want you to ride train of thought. If your mind's a trap, i wanna
get caught up in you let your mind do what it do. Open your mental gates
and let me through cause i wonder if your mind is ever actually on me. I
would be your pillow just to be in your dreams. I keep thinking of our
vibe, our chemistry rename myself memorize if it would help u remember
me cause i must admit u imprinted on my memory open wide...Let me make
love to you mentally lay down your thoughts relax your mind as i
commence to send chills down your subliminal spine. I want use my words
to stimulate your aura i'm trying to make your mind scream my name
see...I'm not suggesting that you should be giving it up it’s just
that...Your mind's kind of tight let me loosen it up ;-) open up for me.
What words are you thinking of? I want to stroke each syllable show each
letter some love. Can i nibble on your consciousness? Can i lick each
word you speak? Yeah i admit...I'm even a subconscious freak make you
reach your peak your mind's having spasms that's that real shit....A
mental orgasm......

emotional release

LOCKED. UP PRISONER. NO KEY TO UNLOCK THIS...A WALKING SLAVE.
AFRAID TO LET ANYONE FREE THIS
EMANCIPATION DENIED!
VICTIMIZED BY THESE EMOTIONS
DIVORCED TO HIM
BUT MARRIED BY THIS-HeartEnvyAngerRageTemptation-HEART
TEMPTATION
TEMPTATION TO FREE MYSELF, BUT INHIBITED BY THAT RELEASE
LIES BECOME TORTURE
BEATEN BY THIS
I BECOME WEARY
TO WEAK TO EVEN PROTEST
GIVEN THIS STORY TO BELIEVE
MY EARS CATCH IT, BUT MY HEART DISMISS IT
BACK AND FORTH THIS BATTLE CONTINUES
I LOSE
WHAT IF LOST GOES BEYOND LOSS TO DEFEAT
DEFEAT UPON THIS HEART- TO NEVER LOVE AGAIN
TO SHUT DOWN. LOCKED UP FOREVER!
THIS HEART
HeartEnvyAngerRageTemptation
NEEDS TO BE RELEASED
RELEASED FROM ALL THAT BINDS ME TO EMOTIONAL CAPTIVITY
CAPTIVITY- A PLACE WHERE THE SOUL CANNOT GROW. DREAMS ARE DETERRED AND HEARTS ARE BROKEN.
I WRITE OUT THIS H.E.A.R.T- TO BECOME FREE. FREE FROM WHICH BINDS ME TO HURT. DISAPPOINTMENT, BROKENESS.
THIS NEEDS TO BE FREED FROM ME.
AS I WRITE MY SOUL CRIES, MY HEART ACHESS.
AS THIS INK LEAVES THIS PEN AND TOUCHES THIS PAPER.
I AM RELEASED. FINALLY I AM FREE
THIS H.E.A.R.T NO LONGER LOCKED UP. PRISONER. WALKIN SLAVE. NO LONGER VICTIMZED. NOW A VICTOR!- THIS IS EMOTIONS RELEASEd!

poetic relationship

my art- lives at the speed of dark-reflects in your eyes and is quick to test your heart-love leaves birthmarks
....Birthmarks that have left the imprint of ur souls reflection..reflection of our deepest desires to pursue passion....that so vivdly carousels our hearts...freed beyond control
but control is just an illusion- perfection is what we're pursuin- so I close my eyes and keep on movin-and pray I know what I'm doin
and yet we seek this perfection.....perfection is only u and i.....blurred is the world against our movement so lyrically inspired by your touch we share this mental waltz and begin the orgasm of love
until I realize- that life's is true lies-and the perfection that I sought I found in your eyes
lies can only be told when then mind decieves the heart.....uttered desires escape from deep within my soul....ya ears catching every word and hands acting out every scence

CONFUSION

Amazingly the words that flow across my mind are so easily breathed through my lips.
You, you , you have me stuttering, tripping, mind all in shambles.
Mmmhhhmmm
Thoughts that are painted across my mental are so artistically expressed.
Symphony Like
Notes, words, movements, songs all creatively soothing my excitement for u.
Enveloped by your essence.
Speaking metaphorically your voice produces internal whispers that only your very soul can understand. Symbolically speaking your being is the ocean crashing against me relaxing everything within me.
You have me escaping every storm I seem to unconsciously step into….
conversations between us are not only intriguing but so exotic, sensually amazing how we just flow to rhythms that are unheard of…
I am, I am, I am captured within you see you got me tripping all over my words, unable to gather thoughts of words that need to be spoken….
my mind, my mind is fighting this feeling, not easily confused.
This is not confusion this is, this is, this is, you, you happening to me.
Amazingly the words that flow across my mind are so easily breathed through my lips.

HYPOTHETICALLY

Hypothetically

If I told u that there were no words to describe the way u have intruded my thoughts with ur very being
How would u react
Would your reaction become an emotion painted across the canvas of your face
OR
Would it relase your hands to become fluid therefore touching the very thing that u have captured
Hypothetically
If I spoke to u in movement that can only be translated by the mind, would u pay close attention or would u join in this mental dance moving to beats created by the heart but sung through the soul
Speaking hypothetically
What if just what if I never met u, u never met me…..would our lives be the same paradise of mental stimulation
OR what if there was a time limt on this, there is now way to introduce, or dismiss this.
Hypothetically speaking u have become the source of my love

Or is this love
I think this is love,,,, BUT how do I know its love is it the way u have stepped into my soul and rested on my heart OR is it the way u have made love to my mental witout even touching my physical
OR is it the way u have me reminiscing on conversation from way back when or is it the way u have me looking forward to memories that have yet 2 take place……WOW am I still speaking hypothetically or am I speaking reality??

MUSIC....

Songs, lyrics, notes, chords all working in a symphonic marriage.
Producing ecstasy for my ears, allowing my soul to become excited, moving me to my feet involuntarily no fight. it is the language that shoot out of my mouth and speak in silence…..Is music the moving of my lip according to my mind command….simply music is the need I didn’t want, the craving I cant fulfill, the growth to my desire….it is music that drives my motivation. Creates serenity in my own mind. IS IT THE WAY it can capture my attention and speak to my mental, or is it the way that makes me SAY AHHH, or is because it creates an ADDICTION, no it’s the way it makess me sing THERE GOES MY BABY, I think it’s the way it makes me think you WOULDVE BEEN THE ONE,allowing my mind to be ALREADY TAKEN to a mental METROPOLIS got me screaming OMG…..this music gets to me every time……speaking loudly but still silent. Music is my breathe, yes its music that loves me unconditionally. Music,this is music this is music….

TIME

time always escapes us as we approach it with such motivation
fighting for balance between right and wrong
leaving us in a state of confusion
unable to make a decision that would improve our character not degrade it
reality begins to knock on our mental door
leaving it in a whirlwind of questions
what if's replay continuously
questions but no answers
the simplest things become a revelation
turning us into a new direction
but what good is direction if there is no destination?
mistakes then become professor in life 101
cycle begins to repeat itself yet again
wrong situation, right time, maybe decision failure is a new possibility
the mindset of impossibility then leaves quickly
leaving us stranded to ponder on "what if's"
if only time could reverse itself what decision would we make
would common sense then become our friend mentally
or forever be enemies
would we listen to everything that surrounds us that tell us NO BODLY
or would we ignore it focused on chance.....
only time will tell us the answers what if's
until then we continue on this carousel waiting for our departure