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My motto in life is to live it to the fullest. You dont know when you will die, so live it up. I really dont even want to save money, cause a dead man cant spend it. What um I gonna do with it try to bribe St. Peter at the pearly gates. Be spontaneous and joyful, and let God show you your destiny. Be high on life like a gallon of gas. Unleaded preferably.


***********Wifey************** **
I did not yet feel your sensuous quiver or silky chills
But I already knew that your Love was my Will
Hills of emotions scatter and decorate the horizon of mind
Kind words are uttered to get you to spend time
And imagine your very first Christmas gift
A lift to your heart
A Kiss upon your dreams and wishes
Wet sloppy kisses
This is how I feel when I think of my life
Me, The Kids, and My Wife

***************addiction****** ******
With every waking moment I crave euphoria. The taste, the smell, the feeling. The comfort of relaxation cuddling me and kissing me softly. I have no personal wishes, only my constant hunger and starvation for displacement. Brown and gold with a pleasant aroma, you are my muse. I shall forever crave your presence. But your wet whispers shall always be my achilles.




**********The Wish**************

If I kissed your hips softly, would I taste the sunshine, feel rays of beauty trickle down my trimbling spine, or would I singe from the heat, underneath, a cold posterior, All other feelings inferior to this, Or so I wish, standing by a well, with a sweaty penny
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**********Inevitable********** ****

Wading blissfully through

Sorrow`s shadow, I marinate

In it`s aura, wallowing

Playfully, yet with Contempt

Knowing that my Resistance is

Futile, So I grasp

It`s reins, and anxiously I

Anticipate my Destiny

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************Daddy Dearest******************** I see her frigid tears and morbid but careful glare She teeters on the edge of submissiveness and dominance Not physically but mentally not power but will of self preservation accented by sympathy Yes, I recollect so vividly Daddy Dearest My matriarch is wobbling, she is vulnerable She is my Mother, She is your Muse Image distorted and face transfixed On her salvation, Daddy Dearest You were her escape now her prison You were her abusive protector now her mortal predator I was her joyish burden now her hesitant Knight I was her remorseful reminder now her hopeful salvation You were there on haunches poised and exhaustingly focused I was there naively defensive and childishly sacrificial I acted, you reacted, she exacted We stand hip to hip and observe We stand heart to heart and mourn You are taken aback by our energy Now your facade has been altered Our prayers have been answered


If we all looked in a mirror at ourselves dead in da eyes. Would you be intimidated? Would you be satisfied wit what you saw? The outside is but a facade, the eyes are the gateway to our soul, our true selves. Look your self in the eyes and find your true self. Don`t go through life being a facade. Be yourself!!!

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******Rear view******** I knew that she would not stop, relentless in her perseverance She knew that she was my only Achilles' heal, my mortal flaw But yet I courted her and swooned in my naivety I was but a pawn in her quest for total domination Of my mind, body, and what's left of my soul Like the proverbial spider she invited me in I followed her into her trap of ignorance like a crushed ego Engrossed in her euphoria and casting aside all doubts of self Addiction sat there perfect and without fear and donned a mirror When my glazed eyes peered upon my reflection I saw what made my heart ache and my conscious tremble Me shrouded with weakness and regret with all of my wonderful muses dancing delightfully I could not look any further because my reflection was holding the smoking gun Me sitting there with my life force dangling like a puppet And strings moving profusely making it dance on my self esteem Addiction has made me a pawn in the life of should've could've would'ves, which is my life story.

*******Life******* It's like a miracle, maybe more like hysterical, how Time is cyclical, then again comical, just yesterday I was on top of the atlas, now today, I'm a victim of recklessness, yeah I know I had what every brother needs, money, time, and women if need, but Time is unforgiving and life is sickly mean, but I had an epiphany or an out of body flashback, check that, I realized where my head is at, moved it to another cerebral plateau, and the angel on my shoulder said it was time to go, oh no, not so, It aint trickin if you got split, by Life, and it's time I realized it!

*******Devilish Mirror******* My stomach turns as I delve into the inevitable to witness an image so profound, so deep that I blinked and the devil was before me ignore me, no, deplore me, yes I despise his desires, faults, and vices dices or die, have more chances than me' not not willing to pay homage and watch his dances glances, second takes are no doubt revealing familiarity in the soul he was stealing epihipany, now I see the devilish image resembles me but not me, I have no lack of compassion chamberless valves, no lack of a companion That's because he is my fellow passenger Slanderer, Admirer, and Amateur He is me and I am him, and I hate it Because I look like him Damn my Daddy!