tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-53747004436459306652024-03-13T22:00:39.835-07:00CREATIVITY IS AN EUPHORIC ESCAPE..Love painting visuals with wordplay....capturing the mind's eyes, invoking emotions from metaphors and analogies, creating an everlasting impressionTnicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08588135220581372336noreply@blogger.comBlogger39125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5374700443645930665.post-5221875399950886002011-09-27T06:26:00.000-07:002011-09-27T06:27:14.254-07:00InJustice<div style="text-align: center;" class="content noh" id="id.235560256493552"><p><span style="font-weight: bold;">The wind whispers</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"> sounds of autumn</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"> leaves crumble, </span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"> speedy on the track of life</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"> as we watch those who stumble, </span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"> the sun sets, </span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"> I’m watching the sky turn grey, </span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"> Experiencing the lonely road of another day,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"> Only true comfort exist in the arms of black mothers</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"> Another day of ghetto mattresses </span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"> piss infested wit no covers, </span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"> And when the rain pours, </span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"> we close windows and lock doors,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"> find shelter to avoid the quiet storm,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"> We run from the pain and anguish</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"> car notes and bank statements, </span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"> Wondering when the love left. </span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"> I just have to reflect…</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"> my love is eternal, </span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"> I’m watchin my soul fly free, </span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"> my love's black on both side most definitely </span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"> Anticipating the beauty </span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"> Inviting color into my onyx world</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"> Holding on to dreams means for living.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"> Our love is meant for giving. </span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"> Yet</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"> The condition of my environment </span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"> Is preventing my progression towards success </span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"> I have to get out.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"> I have to fly free from…</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"> An environment non-conducive to the American dream, </span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"> America the beautiful has a black eye, </span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"> it festers like the sore Langston Hughes spoke of, </span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"> where's the dove of peace?</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"> if the street rainbow has no gold at end, </span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"> just tarnished brass.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"> What of real love our street need?</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"> Real justice our souls bleed? </span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"> Ancestors died fighting now they being made a mockery. </span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"> While death falls freely to the innocent,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"> no resolution </span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"> just disposition. </span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"> Color blinded by desires.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"> Misprints of black and white.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"> Shades of gray unwelcomed. </span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"> Oh, such a familiar sight,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"> Our plight </span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"> Lil black boys and girls</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"> Experiencing a different world</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"> Merry-Go-Rounds full of destruction</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"> In conjunction,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"> The enemy,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"> Creating hood celebrities.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"> A mentality,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"> Where being streets smarts</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"> And hood savvy </span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"> Is glorified as success.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"> What the hell is happening?</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"> When work shifts equal 8 hours on the corner.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"> A bullet wound your badge of honor.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"> Where is the love within all the drama. </span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"> How backwards our worlds have become.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"> Selfish desires keep us from unity.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"> Justice keeps us from living.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"> The easy way out keeps us from working.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"> We must start speaking our greatness back into existence</span>.</p></div>Tnicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08588135220581372336noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5374700443645930665.post-53460757897642223622011-05-05T04:43:00.000-07:002011-05-05T04:44:00.402-07:00Raped!Releasing these words from the ink of my heart<br />Progression ever so gently graces my mental<br />Relapsing memories<br />Tragically coming into my womanhood<br />I was victimized,<br />In the moment,minute, and for years to come.<br />I keep replaying memories<br />words unspoken<br />While actions speak loudly<br />I want to escape.<br />I am trying to...<br /><br /><br />My Imagination<br />I Imagine myself dancing upon stars<br />Joy on Points<br />Melodies<br />Everything becoming my being<br />Temporarily this was the world I lived in...<br />My world.<br /><br /><br />I was snatched<br />out of this fantasy<br />This trance<br />with a touch<br />A simple Touch<br />A Touch that seemed at one point so gentle and loving<br />Just a Touch.<br /><br />Now violates physical essence<br />Dangerously invading the space of the mind<br />Mine<br />I thought my body was mine.<br />I claim it as mine,<br />belonging to me and only me<br />It's not for you, not to be shared<br />I am selfish!<br /><br />Traveling through life unconsciously<br />I am Lost.<br />Losing my identity,<br />Slipping through life,<br />Unrecognized,<br />Voiceless,<br />no character,<br />person-less<br />X<br /><br />X marks the spot<br />Bruises cover the spot<br />Sounds enhances the spot<br />Fear keeps this spot,<br />I remember.<br />Remember<br />Remember when I was me!<br /><br />Me living freely!<br />Smiling freely,<br />dancing freely,<br />singing freely.<br />I wanted so badly to be Freed!<br /><br />Escaping mentally<br />My Imagination<br />Imagining I am dancing upon stars<br />Joy on Point!<br />Melodies<br /><br />I am becoming my being<br />Temporarily<br />this was the world<br />I lived<br />Before life died inside me.<br />Unison<br />Monochromatic<br />Procedural<br />Living<br /><br />Until touch stole it all.Tnicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08588135220581372336noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5374700443645930665.post-87652806650116958002011-05-05T04:41:00.000-07:002011-05-05T04:42:00.646-07:00PROGRESSION<hr class="messageHeaderDivider colorK2" noshade="noshade"><span id="lw_beacon_1304595681947"></span> I've hated<br /><br />I've cried<br /><br />I've mentally died<br /><br />I've laughed<br /><br />I've happily smiled<br /><br />I've believed<br /><br />I've conquered<br /><br />I've spoken<br /><br />I've sung<br /><br />I've danced<br /><br />I've walked<br /><br />I've stood!<br /><br />Finally I've progressed from my past<br /><br />Grown<br /><br />Growth<br /><br /><span style="border-bottom: 2px dotted rgb(54, 99, 136); cursor: pointer; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1304595685_0">Progression</span>Tnicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08588135220581372336noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5374700443645930665.post-52828680596323729542011-03-15T18:41:00.000-07:002011-03-15T18:43:36.528-07:00chasing....reality tipping<br />fantasy dreaming<br /> epiphanys of uncommon wealth<br /> temporary relief of negative moans<br /> and<br />heartless trips<br />In reality's hallway...<br />destiny's corridor,<br />vision's vestibule,...<br />my superstardom awaits<br /> Questioning my every move<br /> is this the minor desire waiting for me<br /> Lurking in the voided place,<br /> stalking my confidence,<br />pulling at my pride,<br />Stabbing at my soul<br />this is the internal battle that I cannot win<br />.... Beads of inspiration sprinkle my feet constantly walkin w ambitionTnicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08588135220581372336noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5374700443645930665.post-70662592478437055352011-02-28T18:08:00.000-08:002011-02-28T18:09:26.495-08:00Dreams of Black...edited by jovonna rodriguez<p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-family:Helvetica">No longer haunted by insecurities </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-family:Helvetica">Of beauty,</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-family:Helvetica">Of image,</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-family:Helvetica">Of self-esteem.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-family:Helvetica"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-family:Helvetica">The suicide of mis-education.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-family:Helvetica">A grave marked with victory.</span></p><div style="font-weight: bold;" class="im"><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:Helvetica"><span> </span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:Helvetica">Failure was the plague of my people,</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:Helvetica">Now progression is our disease that we wish not to cure.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:Helvetica"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:Helvetica">Melodic orchestras </span></p></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-family:Helvetica">Of educated conversation roam our streets, </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-family:Helvetica">Traveling within the ears of our young ones.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-family:Helvetica">This is the noise we never want to silent.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-family:Helvetica"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-family:Helvetica">Youth repeating,</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-family:Helvetica">Studying,</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-family:Helvetica">Rehearsing,</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-family:Helvetica">And finally attempting to understand,</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-family:Helvetica">Motivated speeches. </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-family:Helvetica">There are so many dreams to be conquered </span></p><div style="font-weight: bold;" class="im"><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:Helvetica">And cycles to be broken. </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:Helvetica"> </span></p></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-family:Helvetica">The prostitution against the government </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-family:Helvetica">The hypocrisy of defeat,</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-family:Helvetica">The money and greed,</span></p><div style="font-weight: bold;" class="im"><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:Helvetica">No longer defines us </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:Helvetica"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:Helvetica">Jails and graves have no place for our freed souls.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:Helvetica"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:Helvetica">Let's have a funeral for stereotypes </span></p></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-family:Helvetica">That has only manipulated our enemy’s mind against us.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-family:Helvetica"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-family:Helvetica">Outliving myths </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-family:Helvetica">And false hopes of failure</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-family:Helvetica">Against our beautiful complexion.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-family:Helvetica"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-family:Helvetica">Inner beauty lives.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-family:Helvetica"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-family:Helvetica">Salute to the Ebony queens </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-family:Helvetica">Who make love to education </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-family:Helvetica">And birth geniuses </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-family:Helvetica">Intimacy built on</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-family:Helvetica">Character references instead of bastard situations</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-family:Helvetica">Or victims of selfish one-night stands.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-family:Helvetica"><span> </span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-family:Helvetica"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-family:Helvetica">Nothing but love</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-family:Helvetica">To the onyx kings </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-family:Helvetica">Who speak with eloquence and sophistication, </span></p><div style="font-weight: bold;" class="im"><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:Helvetica">Instead of producing words of ignorance and remedial conversation.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:Helvetica"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:Helvetica"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Helvetica">Dreams of black!</span></p></div><p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Helvetica">Reality of Beauty.</span></p><p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Helvetica">Recognition from within.</span></p>Tnicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08588135220581372336noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5374700443645930665.post-18510366359589706762011-02-23T18:20:00.000-08:002011-02-23T18:25:46.508-08:00Reality SpeakingPassion awaits,<br /> debates of politically corrupt politicians, with ambitions of greed and seeds of hate,<br /> ubiquity and iniquity settle the score...<br /><br />A battle where intelligence has become the target<br />against poverty stricken mentalities yearning for concern<br /> in world where the simplest word attacks the being of a soul<br />A soul drenched in agony,<br />the irony of a prom queen spirit,<br /> waring against a strippers reality...<br /><br />the brutality of a strong current<br /> beating against the shore<br /> of my mental capacity <br />A Love story turned into a tragedy...<br /><br />Lookn through the eyes of my heart there's no reason to accept love<br />to live freely<br />conquering fears of heartbreak<br /> and the aches of my souls<br /> treading within<br />Fighting the demons of hate<br /> battling daybreak and sunset<br />where am I to go<br /> existing in a world where to live is to die<br /> and to die is to live....<br /><br /> Yet again I'm left in question<br />Struggling to comprehend<br />The beginning from the end<br />Of it all.Tnicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08588135220581372336noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5374700443645930665.post-37593159152019086022011-01-31T18:06:00.000-08:002011-02-01T14:38:52.476-08:00POETRY IS MY WORLDALLEGORY<br /><br />ALLITERATION<br /><br />ANAPEST<br /><br />ASSONANCE<br /><br />AUBADE<br /><br />ALL VIGOROUSLY DOMINATING MY THOUGHT PATTERNS<br /><br />BALLAD<br /><br />CAESURA<br /><br />CHARACTER<br /><br />COMPLICATION<br /><br />CONNOTATIONS<br /><br />COUPLET<br /><br />BECOMING MY SUN MY MOON AND MY STARS<br /><br />THE DISTANCE BETWEEN IMAGINATION AND CREATIVITY<br /><br />DENOTATION<br /><br />DIALOGUE<br /><br />DICTION<br /><br />PRONOUNCING EVERY WORD OF THIS WITH CLARITY<br /><br />ELISION<br /><br />ENJAMBMENT<br /><br />EPIC<br /><br />EXPOSITION<br /><br />BEING THE MUSE AND THE CREATOR<br /><br />FLASHBACK<br /><br />IMAGERY<br /><br />IRONY<br /><br />KWANSABA<br /><br />SEVEN<br /><br />SEVEN LETTERS<br /><br />WORDS<br /><br />SENTENCES<br /><br />SYLLABLES<br /><br />SEVEN<br /><br />THE NUMBER BEFORE BEGINNING<br /><br />METAPHOR<br /><br />ODE<br /><br />SOFTLY HEARING MELODIES OF YOU IN MY SOUL<br /><br />RHYTHM<br /><br />FOOTSTEPS MATCHING THE STRIDE OF MY MIND<br /><br />POETRY HAS BECOME MY WORLD<br /><br />LIVING IN ME<br /><br />BIRTHING FROM ME<br /><br />DELIVERING THROUGH ME<br /><br />AND FINALLY FREEING ME....Tnicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08588135220581372336noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5374700443645930665.post-59593974154843709892011-01-08T14:14:00.000-08:002011-01-08T14:16:11.638-08:00ThoughtsIts amazing how i can be so full from just a thought of you<br /> anything beyond that would be a bliss<br /> beautifully....<br />Conversation engraved upon the ears of my mind.<br /> And the lips of your bein<br /> kisses me daily....<br />My euphoric escape is by you alone....<br />The presence of you lingers in my mind nightly<br />leaving my mental in total awe.....<br /> Captivated by the way a single word from you can make me smile<br /> radiates from my soul...<br />Your very essence ever so gently flooding my thought processTnicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08588135220581372336noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5374700443645930665.post-62277490556328125552010-12-28T07:32:00.000-08:002010-12-28T08:10:43.501-08:00STORMYOU VISIT ME IN MY DREAMS<br />FOUR TIMES A WEEK<br />SPEAKING TO MY SUNRISE<br />KISSING MY SUNSET<br />CONSTANTLY FREAKING MY MENTALITY<br />DEDICATED TO MY PLEASURE<br />KISSING MY FEMININITY W PASSION<br />AROUSING ME WITH EVERY VISIT<br />CARVING YOUR WAY THROUGH MY CHOCOLATE FRAME<br />MOLDING ME INTO YOUR IMAGE<br />IVE BECOME YOUR MUSE<br />SEE YOU APPEAR IN MY DREAMS FOUR TIMES A WEEK<br />SATISFYING MY EVERY DESIRE<br />YOUR THE REASON WHY I CRAVE MY SLEEP<br />TO HAVE MY ANTICIPATION HELD AND KISSED<br />TO BE IN SYNC WITH MY VISITOR, MY ARTIST, MY <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">PLEASER</span>,<br />TO BE TAKEN WHERE NOBODY KNOWS ME AND YOU EXIST<br />EVERY NIGHT<br />I PREPARE FOR AROUSAL<br />EMBRACE THE ESSENCE<br />WELCOME ECSTASY AS IT SURROUNDS ME<br />YOU HAVE APPEARED IN MY DREAMS FOUR TIMES A WEEK<br />AND EACH TIME <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">I'M</span> STUCK, UNABLE TO COMPREHEND YOUR VOICE WHISPERS<br />TEMPORARILY CONFUSED FROM THE WAY YOU STEP INTO MY <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">CONSCIOUS</span><br />TAKING ME FURTHER THEN WE HAVE GONE BEFORE<br />AND EACH TIME YOU LEAVE ME WITH GOOSEBUMPS ON MY DESIRES<br />SHIVERING IN MY FANTASIES<br />SPEECHLESS IN MY SOUL<br />EROTICALLY I GO PLACES WHERE NOBODY KNOWS..Tnicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08588135220581372336noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5374700443645930665.post-42127924086692052442010-12-20T12:13:00.001-08:002010-12-20T12:13:30.901-08:00FOUR LETTER WORD......-RAHEEM DEVUAGHNI taste sweet melodies every time I kiss you<br />I yearn and toss and turn, every time I find myself missing you<br />Rain falls your sound is wet, don't feel as wet when ain't inside of you<br />Your skin is so a silhouette, at the stroke of my finger tips<br />Cause I hope your not the prototype, but the makings of the real deal<br />See it's been some time been some time since you came around<br />So I recognize just what I feel<br /><br />It's that old four letter word that I feel you, when I touch you yeah<br />It's that old four letter word that I taste, when I kiss you yeah<br />It's that old four letter word that I recognize, so familiar yeah<br />It's that old four letter word Love love love love love love love<br /><br />I feel sexy and confident, when I illuminate in your eyesight<br />I feel speechless and spellbound, so what's the use of even tryin' to put up the fight<br />I let down all my guards, you persuaded me when u did the same<br />I'm through it, played all my cards; I found a higher ground, a higher place<br />See it's been some time been some time, I know where u been, I been waitin on ya<br />But welcome back, I hope you're here to stay, here to stay<br />I always here about, sing about, even write about ya<br />Just know I had ya till ya slipped away<br /><br />It's that old four letter word that I feel you, when I touch you yeah<br />It's that old four letter word that I taste, when I kiss you yeah<br />It's that old four letter word that I recognize, so familiar yeah<br />It's that old four letter word Love love love love love love love<br /><br />This time this time this time this time<br />This time this time this time this time<input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div>Tnicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08588135220581372336noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5374700443645930665.post-65208603113085520992010-12-14T19:16:00.001-08:002010-12-14T19:16:50.049-08:00Letter to the sky part 3Journey down this road yet again<br />Victory in sight<br />yet, defeat keeps riding past me<br />No Setback<br />Refused Defeats ride this time.<br />Looking for motivation<br />i stop for reflection<br />diluted connection<br />muted<br />silence<br />no voice, no words, no emotions.<br />empty, broken inside<br />striving to live<br />or<br />living to die<br />this roulette of my mental<br />shakens me<br />haunts me<br />pauses me<br />what is this feeling that i have no control over<br />no, no, no No, NO!<br />look up to the sky<br />sun smiling at me<br />speaking strentgh into my soul<br />brushing myself off,<br />wiping off fear<br />doubt still on my back<br />outrunning failure<br />and laughing at defeat<br />victory<br />who am i to be defeated?<br />for i am set apart<br />my dream wouldnt allow it<br />postivity<br />my ambitions requires it<br />motivation<br />my past enables it<br />progression<br />my futures resembles it<br />sucess<br />outran my hinderances<br />speaking final goodbyes<br />salutations<br />no need for emotional departures<br />negativity died along time ago<br />i look up the sky for where i am<br />is where im suppose to be forever<br />for the place im in now is my destiny<br />and i thank u for your clouds,<br />sun<br />and rain<br /><br />my last letter to the sky<br /><br /><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div>Tnicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08588135220581372336noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5374700443645930665.post-66205529570353354652010-12-04T20:11:00.000-08:002010-12-04T20:12:06.095-08:00TRANSPERENCYI often wondered how it would to be Happy and be seen without prejudgement<br />How it would feel to not live behind an emotional wall, to truly accept love for what it is and not be scared<br /><br />Is there anyway to solve a problem that's so deeply rooted i refuse to look at it.<br /><br />Looking at these mirrors im disgusted by my soul and heart reflection the emotional person I've become Isnt what i want.<br /><br />Each day i go thru go motions of being happy but deep down happiness DOESNT really exist in my lonely world.<br /><br />The struggle between self worth and emotions constantly battling for space in my mind daily consumes me.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />Words I've spoken but have not listened to, easier said then done. It is hard to move forward without dealing w unresolved issues.<br /><br />What is true happiness and how do we know it exist?<br /><br />Is it a pre-conceived notion that somehow comes naturally when were born.<br /><br />Who teaches us to intimately love another being that deserves it?<br /><br />Where do i begin to unlock one hurt, deal with the pain temporarily and never have to live with it again?<br /><br />This permanent insanity of my heart has me rethinking my steps from a broken heart and yet it hasn't gotten easier. .....<br /><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div>Tnicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08588135220581372336noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5374700443645930665.post-24117096462321541862010-11-08T17:37:00.000-08:002010-11-08T17:38:18.305-08:00MOMENTS IN LOVEWRITING IN MY<big> NOTEBOOK,</big><br /> OF HOW IM<big> SO INTO U,</big><br />AND ALL THIS LOVE ,<br />HAS ME <big><span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1289266604_0">CHASING PAVEMENTS</span></big><br />AND WITH THIS<big> <span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1289266604_1">EMPIRE STATE OF MIND</span></big><br /><big>ALL I EVER THINK ABOUT IS U</big><br />SO WE TAKE A <big>NIGHT OFF,</big><br />TO ESCAPE TO OUR<big> BED, BATH AND ANYWHERE BEYOND</big><br />EXPLORING<big> JUPITER LOVE</big><br />ITS SO<big> BEAUTIFUL</big><br />IT HAS ME GOING <big>CRAZY 4 U,</big><br />TURNING MY LOVE INTO <big>POETRY</big><br />GLAD I KEPT THE<big> BEST FOR LAST</big><br />ACCEPTING<big> <span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1289266604_2">LOVE AND HAPPINESS</span></big><br />SOMETHING <big>UNBREAKABLE</big><br />THESE <big>SIGNS</big><br /><big>8 MINTUES TO SUNRISE</big><br />IS THIS WHAT LOVE<big> FEELS LIKE?</big><br />BECOMING MORE THEN A <big><span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1289266604_3">WEEKEND LOVER</span></big><br />DRIVEN TO<big> CLOUD 9</big><br />TRAVELING THROUGH A COSMIC JOURNEY<br />BEYOND <big>HOOKED ON YOU</big><br />WORDS PRODUCING AN<big> EASY CONVERSATION</big><br />PRESENCE LEAVING ME <big>SO HIGH</big><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div>Tnicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08588135220581372336noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5374700443645930665.post-23812455096133118732010-10-19T21:03:00.000-07:002010-10-19T21:25:02.649-07:00MY ECSTASY WORLD!<span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">THIS</span> - has me chasing highs unheard of</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">dancing to tunes unthinkable..</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">creating words not to be spoken</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">coloring images without tracing</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">singing lyrics with no melodies</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">yet</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">im</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"> so full from this</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">full from conversation and poetry</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">dreaming of unrealistic fantasies...</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">THIS</span>- got me reminiscing on yesterday</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">those days when love was so easy </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">as a summer breeze</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">calm and free</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">detaching my soul from me temporarily </span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">THIS</span> - has me showing gratitude in every way imaginable</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">THANKS! can be said but i rather show u what thanks is</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">THIS</span>- has me skipping beats and has my heart on pause</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">drawing on stars and signing on clouds....</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">painting my world the color of u!</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">just so i can surrounded by u...</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">see your presence is a gift and i don't want to waste it</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">THIS-</span> has me rewriting letters of love </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">emphasizing every analogy to match what THIS is</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">is has me editing you into each sentence and marking punctuation with permanency </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">capitalizing</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"> moments from u</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">THIS-</span>got me feeling kiddish n shit </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">feeling like school daze</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">writing your last name in my notebook</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">dreaming of being the missus...</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">got me signing on trees and marking up leaves...</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">THIS....THIS....THIS.......THIS IS MY HIGH! </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">MY ECSTASY WORLD!</span><br /><br /><br /><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div>Tnicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08588135220581372336noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5374700443645930665.post-29821968742681860652010-10-12T10:25:00.000-07:002010-10-12T10:35:02.182-07:00MIND FUCK!an intellectual freak....<br />waiting for u to fill me up with your verbs<br />choke me with your syllables<br />release on my lips your nouns that i swallow with ease<br />or maybe u dont like that<br />maybe if i got on top of your character<br />and rode the waves of grammar<br />kissing the pronouns of your neck<br />with my adjectives<br />or maybe<br />you will like the way synonyms fall from my full lips<br />of if not<br />maybe i should get on my knees and suck in your theory with lusftul desires<br />traveling from our mental<br />lick hungrily the punctation!<br /><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div>Tnicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08588135220581372336noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5374700443645930665.post-34178975736450002022010-10-11T21:56:00.000-07:002010-10-12T10:56:29.414-07:00ELS...ELITE LEADERS IN SOCIETYFor 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<<<><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div>Tnicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08588135220581372336noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5374700443645930665.post-24448257430531009342010-09-29T13:11:00.001-07:002010-09-29T13:11:15.908-07:00olde to aries!<u><b>An everyday road becomes an adventure for us unconsciously stepping into whirlwinds of disputes.<br />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. </b></u><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div>Tnicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08588135220581372336noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5374700443645930665.post-37330003412934763402010-09-19T16:13:00.000-07:002010-09-19T16:18:54.109-07:00p.kPerfection expected<br />Standards Given<br />Peoples personality<br />no identity<br />emotionless<br />NO!<br />feelings of rejection<br />alienated<br />not welcomed anywhere<br />turn to outside influence<br />looking for peace<br />instead found PIECE<br />5 mins here, 7 mins there, quick escape momentarily<br />soul still empty<br />hiding behind a "smile"<br />temptation now easy<br />no fight<br />church was a sanctuary<br />now my enemy<br />its inhabitants<br />pain to my heart<br />forced to contain my anger<br />no outlet<br />they was supposed to love<br />instead they hurt<br />struck deep<br />hypocrites<br />judging without understanding<br />struggle within self<br />inner demons<br />fighting this battle<br />but losing<br />each word becoming a strike<br />silent tears<br />DAMN CHURCH PEOPLE!<br /><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div>Tnicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08588135220581372336noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5374700443645930665.post-55082715538489052652010-09-17T14:12:00.000-07:002010-09-17T14:14:20.716-07:00Grammar Sex<span style="font-weight: bold;">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 <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">cognitive</span> 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 <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">words</span>, 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...</span><br /><br /><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div>Tnicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08588135220581372336noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5374700443645930665.post-58650639211813880442010-09-08T13:34:00.000-07:002010-09-08T13:48:06.232-07:00HATE<div style="text-align: center;"><!-- ORIGINAL --><br /><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">animosity towards success<br />hostility to the motivated<br />revenge against the powerful mind<br />positivity not allowed in this environment<br />only achievement allowed is ruthless behavior and outbursts<br />rage drives and encourage<br />brutal words becomes bombs<br />targeting the positive one<br />rumors become missile falling<br />attentive<br />upon cold hearted ears<br />given life they sprout<br />evolving<br />grow intensely<br />resentment<br />jealousy takes over the mind<br />scorn<br />interfering with reality<br />exisistence<br />blinded by illusion<br />progress becomes offensive<br />deception<br />the mouth speaks words of disdain<br />provoking the hated for a reaction<br />isolation only encourages the negativity</div><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div>Tnicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08588135220581372336noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5374700443645930665.post-59279988653646161422010-09-08T13:12:00.001-07:002010-09-08T13:15:25.981-07:00ALIENATION-MUZIQ KORNERIsolation<br />Creating the greatest music<br />To fall upon ears<br />Genius<br />Beats standing alone<br />Keyz striking emotions from the outsiders<br />Lyrics becomes an invitation<br />Production forces rejection<br />As if on que the masters create<br />Depriving attention from thrill seekers<br />Letting their presence be known<br />Creating infinties out of nothing<br />Silently becoming the future<br />Being the distance between<br />Ambition<br />And greatness<br />Music is their life<br />Allowing the words of their songs to create rules<br />Reaching beyond expected<br />Dedication<br />Merely their existence alone is enough<br />Breaking borders of insecurites<br />Limitless possiblities<br />dawn of a new sound<br />The Muziqkorner era<br />Isolation creates the greatest music<br />Music breeds genius<br />Creation births beats<br />And combined this is alienation!<br /><br /><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div>Tnicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08588135220581372336noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5374700443645930665.post-15339454133957406522010-09-08T12:52:00.001-07:002010-09-08T12:53:02.362-07:00crossroads<div class="uiHeader uiHeaderBottomBorder mbm"><br /></div>love is a journey of roads uncrossed<br />to go in or out<br />only to speak those words<br />encrypted on heart's eyelids<br />lingering essence of thoughts unspoken<br />yet this is what we live for<br />what our inner most being<br />so longingly desire<br />to be caressed with love's softest touch<br />the idea of this perfect union<br />FANTASY!<br />but our equation never subtract's love's negatives<br />and dare not speak against this<br />we welcome it<br />nurtured.<br />beyond standards of life<br />confirming love's place to b permanent<br />love is a journey of roads UNCROSSED!<input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div>Tnicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08588135220581372336noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5374700443645930665.post-12879582321255302572010-08-24T07:57:00.000-07:002010-08-24T07:58:46.950-07:00LETTER TO THE SKY PART 2<div style="text-align: center;">Sinking in questions<br />Disabled<br />Handicapped<br />Unable to free myself<br />Misfortuned mentality<br />Advertisity<br />Still sinking<br />Hitting rock bottom<br />Quick sand of struggle<br />Not even a word to pull me up<br />Must find inner strength<br />Refusing to give up<br />Power<br />Heartbeat<br />Blood pumping<br />Reach up<br />Finding myself<br />Rising<br />Standing on my own<br />Self encouragment<br />Truth<br />Traveling the path<br />Education<br />Bypassing the road blocks<br />Of ignorance<br />Heartbreaks<br />Depression<br />Crossing the bridge into womanhood<br />Mentality<br />No games<br />Failures no longer my enemy<br />Walking around past mistakes<br />Looking into my skies<br />Clouds full of dreams<br />Sun shining my success<br />Motivated to keep going<br />Flashback<br />Pause for reflection<br />I remember when I used to question my existence<br />Unable to makes sense of my reality<br />Envious of relations<br />Feelings and thoughts of rejection<br />Characterized<br />Personality dismissed<br />Welcomed outwardly<br />Lonely inside<br />Heartbreak<br />Realizing this is no longer<br />Keep moving forward<br />Expressing goodbyes<br />Chasing dreams<br />Meant for living<br />Speaking positivity into my enviroment<br />Mentality<br />Released<br />Presence on silent<br />silence<br />Time to speak with my ways<br />loudly<br />Rathen then my voice<br />Determination<br />No reflection needed<br />Just my ambitions<br />Dreams<br />Imagination<br />I wonder whats next for me?<br />Is my exisistence now needed?<br />Am I the product of my thinking?<br /></div><br /><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div>Tnicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08588135220581372336noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5374700443645930665.post-21691836248783757902010-08-12T21:12:00.001-07:002010-08-12T21:12:54.422-07:00letter to the sky...part 1<div style="text-align: center;">Tired of running in circles<br />Dizzy<br />Empty<br />Soul full of voids<br />Sheltered<br />Cries<br />Moans<br />Trapped inside<br />Imprisoned<br />No freedom<br />My mind n soul stuck<br />Reviewing timelines<br />Emotions<br />Tears cried<br />Bloodshed<br />Sitting in this corner balled up<br />Shivering<br />Flashbacks haunt me<br />Boy X- taken my innocence<br />No choice<br />Snatched away<br />First setback<br />Not allowing trust to be conformed n given<br />Now I imprison myself<br />Rejections<br />Dissapointments<br />Failures<br />Seem to befriend me even at my highest time-depression<br />Reincarnated boy X comes again<br />Setback<br />Set<br />back<br />This time stealing my heart<br />Not strong enough to fight it<br />Accepted<br />Walk around<br />Lifeless<br />Unable to breathe LIFE<br />Setback<br />Traveling these roads looking for a way out<br />This world is so cold<br />The only heat I have is my hatred<br />Yes hate has took love place<br />Established residence<br />At war within myself<br />Not sure which side im fighting on<br />Do I even want to win?<br />Positionless<br />No stance<br />Just an empty soul<br />Void<br />No filler<br />Until<br />A seed is placed<br />Growing inside<br />Cultivating emotions<br />I never knew existed<br />Even turning a non- existent spiritual being<br />Present<br />Found myself praying like once before<br />Connections w the world<br />Finally<br />Some peace<br />Demons no longer winning<br />Heart beating loud<br />I’ziah the name of an angel<br />Gave love and it was returned<br />Before I even knew it<br />Time stood<br /> Still<br /> again<br />Setback<br />There was no more seed, no more heartbeat, no more love<br />Gone<br />Traveling this road once again determined to make it to the end<br />Demons catch me<br />Breakdown<br />No release<br />Stumbled on getting up<br />Fall again<br />Confused on my inability<br />To stand<br />No strength<br />I can only live what I know<br />Hurt<br />No pleasure<br />Is this my reason for existence<br />My dreams I refuse to let to die<br />How can I move on,<br />Im broken<br />Unable to repair<br />How can I see beauty<br />In all this pain?<br />Where’s the end of this road<br />How can I let go?<br />Where do I begin?</div><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div>Tnicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08588135220581372336noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5374700443645930665.post-9921549478519409242010-08-08T20:13:00.001-07:002010-08-08T20:13:32.348-07:00poetry foreplayOur 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!<br /><br />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!<br /><br />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 .....<br /><br />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....<br /><br />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.... <input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div>Tnicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08588135220581372336noreply@blogger.com0