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

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