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Encore

Encore I remember a hundred dozen roses and a dozen poses to satisfy the woman and the girl that I had raised. Oh I said "raised"...indeed I did. For ten thousand blinks of the eye sometimes reveal a truth of vision that wasnt seen at the first sight of flowers that never quite bloomed. Maybe it was the taste of your kiss or the sway in those hips that sweetened the vengeful part of my soul which was already damaged by jezebels who held false love. The falsehoods of moans besought passion and sweat from our bodies. The succulent taste of your skin. The nectar that poured into my mouth that pollinated my nature. So in darkness, I saw clay of which I could mold. But the clay grew hard from lack of moisture perhaps and it began to crack from arrid dryness and kneading by the Devil's hands. I tried to add water but the clay fell in its form and broke into several pieces. I picked it up but the pieces cut my hands. I picked up the pieces again and it burned my hands. I picked up the pieces once more and I felt no pain. So I put the clay back from where it came in the earth......Hoping that it will return to it's form and be culled from the earth and molded into truth, freedom, love and peace......For the lessons of my heart steer the future of love into the fair seas with calming winds that feed the hunger of my sails on my vessel which is named My Soul Reborn......... XOXO Sincere
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can't you see

Incredible pains that shoot like hot iron through human flesh, my heart weakens with sorrow but the tragedy makes me stronger. For flowers that bloomed yeseterday give nectar and strength which spread seeds on winds of hope that were breathed by 1 million souls that died many years ago. I wear my scars and drag my chains not as a slave of my ancestry but as a man of destiny. I bring old values and new strengths to a millineum of arched backs and high chins. Can't you see the caps of the waves that hold the power to the world. A world somewhat like a sea that cannot be tamed. It's deep and perilous but the adventure bids me well. Cant you see it! Too many minds, too many eyes, too many mouths, too many hearts, too many souls battling a spiritual armegeddon which seeks to end our walks before a step is taken. Can't you see! Im holding wealth that cant be seen by the human eye. I pray for a bank that can capitalize on the interest that bears what I had in mind.....Cant you see.......

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sometimes

i was sifting threw some ole things the other day and came across some things from yesterday...my first mind told me to throw them away but my heart told me to let them stay where they lay....i remember the time when there was another me and another sea....a sea where i sailed on different waters with waves and currents that moved mysteriously...a place that was deeper than the abyss and blacker than the darkest hole in the galaxy...where stars were suns of systems of love that held orbits around souls of lost hearts in time....perhaps maybe time is of the essence and the sense of love was future and not past...or maybe perhaps that laugh was too soon or that kiss was too late or maybe that smile was supposed to be tomorrow or maybe that sweetness was for today....one can never say never...and one should never ever do unto another what they do not want done unto themselves....because hindsight is 20/50 because if it was 20/20 then there shouldntve have been any hindsight......do you feel what im sayin....i seen people in my mind that have drifted thru my aura and with each pass they have absorbed some of my soul...to have looked into the center of your own hand and read the life line the stretches across the crossroads that make up your handprint...it's what you leave behind that determines the fate of others and maybe even the direction that a life may take...you see sometimes it's the sound of the walk on the surface of this planet that truly makes one be able to transcend to what's above or perhaps it may even be what some people have come to answer when asked a question about themselves and what they do.....you know...sometimes.....i laugh sometimes too.....when i think of the things that have come to pass....i cry sometimes when i think of the things that have hurt a little to much....i get angry sometimes when i think of things that have been or that werent....i sometimes am sometimes...but sometimes is the other time that you should have thought about sometimes.....sometimes....... .

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Battle Hym

Feel me when I ride this chariot with my sword drawn, Yes Im takin heads off. I'm at war with the kingdom of liars and evil doers. The truth is my armor and reality is my vindicator. My Lord is my commander and what will be is already and what was already has already been. It's all sin but the the demons of this world will fall on the sword of my righteous thrust spilling the darkness of their folly onto the ground which is too clean for even it's blood. Once upon a time is the beginning of a journey that was finished before it became once. The omega of the truth and the alpha of a world of falsehoods. Cant you see that the spears that are thrown are aimed with misjudged trajectory based on the mathematics and calculations of one that has been educated by the Devil himself. You dont understand do you? Your level of competence is measured by the manure that fills your veins and is pumped by your heart. The salvatory motions for the truth can be heard only by the pure of heart. But what is pure and what is light. Only can you see this when you complete your supernova into the knowledge of new life. One cannot steer themselves onto the waters and defeat a current of evil without a rudder that is built with the substance of granite straight from the mines of the almighty. Forge yourself again in the fires of honor, courage and light. The light which can be seen through the smoke of this battle. The light that is never off. The light that runs without electricity. The light that shines from within. Ride I say on the stallion of galaxies into a new. A new, that is not planted, grown and cultivated by plows, rakes or combines but one that is grown by your "mind".

Unorganized Emotions

Here take my hand let me play that G string that connects your yin to your yang...oh its a sweet thang...yeah i can write the words that express the feeling when i see the waves of your lovliness move slowly against the cloth that clothes your beautiful purity.....

Here lets ride the vapor trails of this which is my star as it collides with the sun...who is the sun the sun is you and you will take my star and make it brighter than the north star....for when you quench my light it will only blind those who are dying from an eclipse.....

 Do es the phrasology of how I present my tongue as a joystick to play a lil game with your mind...do you find yourself thinking about next syllable, the next letter, the next punctuation that leads to infatuation and the gratification of two sweet chocolate black souls poured into the cup of coincidence and the marshmallows of passions melt on top of us and oooze over the side of the cup.....

Its you and youve came into my life like a beautiful cloud and rained down upon me and the only thing I could do was to look up and open my mouth and just taste....the.....rain....

You like how I put those conjunctions on top of those metaphors and those gerunds with those participles and those adjectives with those sweet words from my lips that wrap around your medulla oblongata and whisper sweet nothings that enrapture your mind and make you buck like a sweet stallion tied to a tree....

Like sweet milk pouring down on black skin and splashing portions of sweetness all over the lovelinees of your skin....purity is blackness covering blackness..yearning to touch...yearning to receive....yearning to give....what thee i say of thy love....if i were to cry if it were lost hence the ole saying of never crying over spilled milk......

Your ivory stands proudly between two succulent pieces of flesh that molds itself into many things, sweet flesh that touches the face of a man, the flesh that tastes of sweet nectar as if i was a bee that couldnt get enough, one could imagine the state of lust that is wrought by these, the addiction to the sensation of powerful lust and the passionate riffs of love that come with these.....a sweet song is sung by these.....

Kiss my lips as I move swiftly to your back, grippin your hips and  ;kissin the back of your neck sending electrical pulses thru your cortex, ooh wait a minute you aint seen nothin yet, ooo its wet as I kiss down your spine, my plan to make you mine, I slide my tongue thru the sweetness of your %#&@$!, and i didnt have hit credit or debit, i hit that spot, that sweet spot and oooo look what came about....soft moans, and groans with your %#&@$! on loan...mmm hmmm grabbin you firmly and throwin you down its; time yes it is...for the showdown...but you thought it was what....a quickie....haha....nope u runnin wit a marathon man and I have my second wind in 6th gear like a wild black mustang .....ooo guess what i tamed that thang....mmmmm hmmmm and we lay next to each other.....dam that %#&@$! was...go head say it baby...

copywritten 2008

the last time


The soft skin of lips touch gently and mesh together. Tongues explore the darkness as the enzymes from saliva digest the small beads of passion of what was once a love to conquer all loves. Eye lids are closed and we drift into dreams of the other world that should have been ours to rule together. Stanchions and pillars are still standing strong in the mind but they support no structure only the confused hearts of two who no longer are one. The last good bye is the beginning of the last time. Questions are left unanswered, mysteries never to be solved, hurt never to be healed, hugs never to be given, tears never to be cried and love that will never be felt.......the last time we kissed is the last time well be missed....the last time........we....kissed......

truth

The art of love is truly a miracle of the heart.
Some medical professionals call it a form of
insanity. I call it a duel of the soul. What is
it that makes one fall in love? What is it that
makes one get hurt? What is it that drives a human
to become a fool for another? Why is this force so
destructive to the mind, body and soul. When you
look at someone and believe in every move and every
word that they say and that their motives are true.
Then, what is it that makes one so devastated when
the one they love and trust crushes them like an
aluminum can underfoot? What is it that makes one
ask the so much of one person? What is it that
makes love what it is.... love? What is it that
drives people to do the unspeakable? What is it
that peels of the vails of secrecy and makes one
pour out the mind of another to the one? You know
that "one". The one that is supposed to be your
soul mate. The one that you lean on. The one that
you work for and support. Why is it that what we
call love can be turned to hate? Which of course
is the opposite of love? Why do we have to love?
Why do we have the term of love? Is it a
coexistence in the shadow of unlearned emotions and
perplexion that create the feeling of what is love?
Or is it the youth of one's heart and wisdom that
causes one to say or act in the term of love? What
is it...this thing, word, or state of love? Maybe
the aberitions that drive us to have love are the
very things that we as humans tend to lack in our
very selves? Perhaps love should be called
"truth". You know...like..honey i truth you
forever. Or hey baby I will always "truth you".
Funny how you never think about these things until
you have lived them as part of your life. Maybe
all along the one thing that tends to avoid us all
may well be the just what we all need and really
love........."truth" .

copywritten 2007

The Mirror of What Was

Dilusions of pleasure are seen through the eyes of the weary soul. A heart beating to the rhythm of sadness. Oh worry not for the faint of heart fear to tread where he has. Never does he awake from the fantasy dream of bliss. Wait a minute, He just missed 20 years of what......his life. A mirage was all it was, seen by the blind man whose eyes were only covered by his own hands. The sweet taste of love is all that he quests for. Rise during the night and hold onto the light of the moon. Be fearful if the rays of it do not show you the path out of the darkness. His brain is a cloud that rains down acid tears of pain onto the earth. Leaving a tell tale trail of what was once a road to his destiny. Give him the cup of life and let him drink the spirit that makes one happy. The ravens sing him a somber song of bleak hopes, laughing at what was once was a.....man. He opens books with blank pages and asks himself what does this mean. Perhaps the pages he turns must be written upon with the ink of the pen of new life. Cast out amongst us, he walks....he dreams....he hopes....for the dilusions of grandeur are faint flashes of the destiny that will be bestowed upon him. Fear not, the answers that he seeks to the questions of destiny are only found in one place........the mirror......and it falls of the wall and breaks into a million pieces of what was....
Copywritten 2006

Who is this that you speak of?

A kiss and the brush of her hand across my face. The sweet scent of "new" flows into my mind. Her stare beckons emotions long stored away into the trunk that is stowed in the attic of my thoughts. Long awaited passions swirl through the trodden seas of an old soul that has sailed perilously for many moons. Like brilliant tea leaves, she steeps a cup of delight soothing to the spirit of a man that was broken by a jezebel's kiss. Her warmth melts the icecaps of my winter and lets the rivers of my happiness flow early into a beautiful season of spring. Autumn becomes Summer and Winter back into Spring, this woman's smile changes my seasons and lights dark corners from which I have hidden my heart. Her tongue instills my strength with power. Her heart turns the tarnished metal of my manhood into gold. She has the face of Helen and could launch many more ships than that woman of Troy.....Who is this woman that you speak of? I would imagine that if you have to ask....Then it must not be you..................

Copywritten 2006

The Art of Letting Go

It's over. She's gone.
Why do we have to part while
the love is still there?
Why do we have to suffer?
Why do we have to cry when
somebody bids goodbye?
Why do beginnings have an end?
Why do we have to meet
only to lose in the end?
There are questions left unanswered,
words left unsaid, letters left unread,
poems left undone, songs left unsung,
love left unexpressed,
promises left unfulfilled.
In a relationship,
one of the hardest things to do
is saying goodbye and letting go.
It is as hard as breaking a crystal
because you'll never know when you
will be able to pick up the pieces again.
More often than not, they who go,
feel not the pain of parting:
it is they who stay behind that suffer,
because they are left
with memories of a love
that was meant to be,
a love that was.
At the beginning and at the end
of a relationship,
we are embarrassed to find ourselves alone.
Unfair as it may seem,
but that's the way love goes.
That's the drama, the bittersweet
and the risk of falling in love.
After all, nothing is constant but change.
Everything will eventually come to its end
without us knowing when,
without us knowing how,
without us even knowing why.
And we must forget not because we have to
but because we have to.
In letting go, sorrows come
not as a single spy but in batallion.
It seems that everywhere you go,
everything you do,
every song you hear,
every turn of your head,
every move of your body,
every beat of your heart,
every blink of your eye and every breath
you take always reminds you of her.
It's like a stab of a knife,
a torture in the night.
Funny how the whole world
becomes depopulated
when only one person is missing.
Just imagine,
there are billion people on earth
and yet it seems you feel lonely
and empty without the other.
I don't know if it's worth calling an art,
but letting go entails
special skills sparkled
with a considerable space and time.
Time heals all wounds but it takes
a little push on our part.
Acceptance plays a part.
Not all love stories end with
"...and they live happily ever after."
Sometimes we have to part because of
circumstances beyond our control.
We have to suffer if it would
mean happiness for others.
We have to cry to
temporarily let go of the pains.
Every beginning has its end
like every dawn has its dusk.
It's something we can't control,
something we had to live up.
It's over.
She's gone. But life has to go on.
Goodbye doesn't always mean forever.
There will always be a place and time
where questions will be answered,
words will be spoken,
letters will be read,
poems will be recited in the night,
songs will be sung in harmony,
love will be expressed in solitude and
promises will be fulfilled.
Somewhere. Somehow. Someday.

Recollections

I sip hot coffee with a cancer stick in my mouth, rewinding the tape of life inside my mind.
What I have come to in my deep smoke filled recall is that there once was a love that truly pierced my
heart. A love that was angelic, a love that was filled with potential and healing. A love that
conquered miles and time. How do we contemplate what was....when there really wasnt...
Was this a mirage or an embellishment of falsehoods told over hot nights with kisses and the girations of
bodies molded together contemplating unectasy? Or was it euphoric dreams of love and the insignificant hopes of the happily ever after? A tongue that once spake of love filled with hypocrisies of life only to find that all along the paradox that spun around you consumed all that we tried to be. Life.......a 360 degree circle with murky shadows that rise in your mind and in your time. Do you really hope to find what it is we seek beyond those shadows that block out your true vision of what is inevitably.....a lie. Or perhaps it was a.....recollection. A lesson in imperfection.....a lesson to be learned....a lesson taught by the venerable professor of this thing we call life....are you taking notes? Today we prepare our thesis.....the requirments to pass are.....I guess we will just have to keep on living. But as you sit there in front of your computer screen and pass your eyes over these words remember one thing.....I cant recollect.........

Copywritten 2006

PRISONER IN LOVE: SUSPECTED, ACCUSED, TRIED, CONVICTED AND SENTENCED

I have been suspected of falling head over heels for a woman of pure design and heart. Her eyes light my way in the dark. Her touch enraptures me like the shackles on the master`s slave. Her sweet charity are the vision of a thousand men whose thirst will forever go unquenched because they will never know her.

I have been accused of endless love and heartfelt emotions that I have not felt in a long time. I am enveloped like a love letter to a long, lost love. I am consumed like sweet honey to an empire of ants. I am released like a rain-drop from a swollen dark cloud over the plains of this land. I am forever captured and lit a fire and my smoke pours into the sky as a signal to all to know that I am accused.

I have been tried and all the evidence is stacked against me. Any person can see that I am guilty of loving this woman. The witnesses will give their testimony and place me at the scene of love for this woman. The exhibits further give substance to the trial to convict me for the love of one woman. The jury deliberates and we await their decision which seems inevitable.

I have been convicted of giving all of my heart and soul to this woman. The jury deliberated for a short amount of time and have prepared to read their verdict: "The jury finds that youMr. Strong are guilty of loving to the utmost highest power and for giving your heart in all it`s humble gloryto the woman of your dreams.

You are herby sentenced to life in the love of this beautiful womans arms. You will serve your sentence concurrently with the life you have chose. You will not be eligible for parole for the duration of your sentence. You will begin your sentence immediately following for the rest of your life.

Judge: Do you have anything to say to this court?
Mr. Strong: "I do!

Copywritten 2005

LET IT GO by TD JAKES

Let it go for 2005...by T. D. Jakes

There are people who can walk away from you. And hear me when I tell
you this!

When people can walk away from you: let them walk.

I don`t want you to try to talk another person into staying with you, loving you, calling you, caring about you, coming to see you, staying attached to you.

Imean hang up the phone.

When people can walk away from you letthem walk.

Your destiny is never tied to anybody that left.


People leave you because they are not joined to you. And if they are not joined to you, you can`t make them stay. Let them go.

And it doesn`t mean that they are a bad person it just means that their
part in the story is over. And you`ve got to know when people`s part in your story is over so that you don`t keep trying to raise the dead.

You`ve got to know when it`s dead.

Let me tell you something. I`ve got the gift of good-bye. It`s the tenth
spiritual gift, I believe in good-bye. It`s not that I`m hateful, it`s
that I`m faithful, and I know whatever God means for me to have He`ll give it to me. And if it takes too much sweat I don`t need it.

Stop begging people to stay. Let them go!!

If you are holding on to something that doesn`t belong to you and was
never intended for your life, then you need to LET IT GO!!!

Scene of Pleasure

TOUCHES FROM YOUR SOFT HANDS CARESSMY BODY ANDA TIDAL WAVE OF CHILLS IMPRISONS MY BODY. YOUR NAILS SLOWLY CASCADE ACROSSMY SKIN SENDING RIPTIDES OF IMPULSIVE SPASMS DOWN MY SPINE. YOU MAKE LOVE TO MY MIND AND SECURE MY SOUL ANCHORING ME INTO EUPHORIC OBLIVION. KISSES FROM YOUR SOFT LIPS WET MY PALETTE AND STROKE BEAUTIFUL COLORS ACROSS MY CANVASS. PRETTY BROWN EYES MEET MINE AND SEND SUTTLE INVITATIONS TO A PLACE OF PLEASURE UNKNOWN TO US BOTH. LET US BE JOINED IN A BATTLE OF ECTASY. SATISFYING THE IMAGINATION AND CONFUSING THE REALITY THAT THE SWEETNESS OF YOUR LOVE BRINGS, YOU ENRAPTURE MY NATURE AND BRING ME TO A PRIVATE HEAVEN. MY HANDS GRIP THE CURVES OF YOUR BODY AS I STIR THE WAND OF MAGIC TO BRING YOU WISHES THAT YOU THOUGHT YOU COULD NEVER HAVE. SOFT MOANS AND REQUESTS TO TAKE WHAT IS MINE ARE REPEATED IN MY EAR. ABLAZE, WE BURN INTO THE NIGHT AND SMOLDER INTO THE MORNING. WHEN WE RISE FROM THE ASHES, WE DROWN OURSELVES INTO AN OCEAN OF PLEASURE AND SWIM TIL THE WHITECAPS FROM THE WAVES OF OUR PASSION CONSUME US. SINKING US INTO THE ABYSS OF DELIGHT THAT WE CALL LOVEA?
Copywritten 2004

Exit Wounds

I feel the heat of it as it pierced my heart and my blood began to ooze slowly from my new felt wound. Pain and screams erupt from my vocal cords. Waterfalls of tears pour down my face. I am a man I say I can take the pain... It didnt hurt me...take it...take it and deal with it. Again I am dealt a hot searing shot and I fall to one knee but in my mind I keep going so I rise and continue on....The pain is so unbearable I dont think I can make it, I dont want it to hurt anymore so I cannot get up this time...I have lost too much of my blood to rise this time and my heartbeat weakens as I lay in a pool of my own soul....Slowly I perish from the pain and I grip handfuls of dirt and gasp my last breath....Where...Is...my queen...I whisper...where are you...my...my...I squint into the dark only to see my sweet turn and walk away into the nite holding the hand of another and embracing the demon of distrust, disloyalty and betrayal.....Silence and the slow burn of sadness and pain awaken my body only to put me in a deep sleep from which I will never awaken....this my exit wound.....
Copywritten 2003

Dream Woman

A THOUSAND FACES AND I HAVE CHOSEN JUST ONE. SOFT WITH PRETTY EYES AND SEXY LIPS WITH A FIRE INSIDE HER THAT WARMS EVEN THE COLDEST WINTER NIGHT. RIDE WITH ME I SAY, STAND BY ME MY SWEET...THOUGH SEAS ARE ROUGH THEY WILL SOON SMOOTH. BE MY FREAK AND TAKE ME ON A JOURNEY OF EROTIC PASSION. IF I FALL DOWN..PICK ME UP AND HELP ME TO CATCH UP. IF I GET LOST, FIND ME AND BRING ME BACK TO THE PATH. POUR YOUR ECSTASY OUT ON ME LIKE WHITE MILK ONTO BROWN SKIN IN A BATH OF LOVE. LET ME TASTE YOUR ORIFICE OF FRUIT THAT IS SWEETER THAN SUGAR CANE. TAKE AWAY MY PAIN AND HEAL MY ILLS WHEN I AM SICK. TAKE UP MY CLUB AGAINST MY ENEMIES WHEN I AM DOWN. WE ARE JOINED IN BATTLE TOGETHER WITH OUR ARMOR BEING MADE OF TRUST, LOYALTY, HONESTY, COMMITMENT AND UNDYING LOVE. NO ONE`S SWORD CAN PENETRATE THIS ARMOR IF IT IS MADE UP THOSE KEY ELEMENTS. CAN IT BE...IS THERE...MAYBE...PERHAPS....THI S....DREAM WOMAN.....GOD BRING HER TO ME...PLEASE....ON A WHITE HORSE OF PURITY AND TRUST. GALLOPING
THROUGH THE FIRES OF HELL TO BE BY MY SIDE...HER SWEET BREATH COOLS HELL`S FLAMES AND WHISPERS THE DELIGHT`S OF ETERNITY AND PARADISE IN MY EAR. I AM FOR EVER DEAFENED BY THE PLEASURE OF HER VOICE.....

Copywritten 2004

LOVE GONE

THE WINDS OF LOVE BLOW COLDLY ACROSS MY FACE. THE SMILE AND BEAUTY OF ONE LOVE TRANSFORMS THE HONOR AND HOLINESS OF MATRIMONY INTO A POOL OF TEARS. LIKE A CAREFUL SURGEON, LOVE`S BLADE SLOWLY CARVES YOUR HEART INTO A HUNDRED BLOODY PIECES AND TURNS YOUR MIND INTO BLANK SPACE. LOVE LAUGHS IN YOUR FACE AND SHARPENS THE RAZOR OF LIES AND DECEIT TO CUT YOU DEEPER TO YOUR BONES AND INTO YOUR SOUL. A CONFUSED TONGUE MISGUIDES YOUR DESIRES AND HOPES. YOU SOON REALIZE THAT ALL ALONG THAT ONLY A SHADOW WAS WITH YOU WHEN YOU THOUGHT THERE WAS SUBSTANCE. A SMILE WAS REALLY ALWAYS A FROWN AND LOVE WICKEDLY WINKS IT`S EYE AND TURNS AWAY YET..AGAIN....
Copywritten 2005

A THOUGHT OF A WOMAN I LOVE...

DEEPLY EMBEDDED IN MY SOUL, YOU FILTER THROUGH MY BLOOD AND INTO MY HEART. MY PORES OOZE WITH YOUR SCENT. SWEETER THAN THE PRETTIEST FLOWER BLOOMING IN SPRING. I CANNOT UNLEASH THE CHAINS OF YOUR LOVE. I AM LOCKED IN THE CELL OF MY FATE OF WHICH MY DESTINY IS CONTROLLED IN A SEA AWASH WITH WAVES OF YOUR FACE. THE TEARS OF HAPPINESS DROWN MY SORROW AND SWALLOW MY MIND IN AN ABYSS OF EUPHORIA....

Copywritten 2004

What Love My Love?

A PRISONER OF LOVE I AM, LIKE A FLY TRAPPED IN TREE RESIN. I AM CHAINED TO MY BEAUTIFUL STANCHION WHICH SUPPORTS MY WORLD. THERE CAN BE NO WRONG WROUGHT BY MY LOVE. JUST ACCEPTANCE FOR THE WILDFLOWER THAT SHE IS. HER BEAUTY OVERPOWERS ME AS DOES THE MUSK OF HER ELEGANCE. THE UNDERTOW OF HER LUST THOUGH DANGEROUS, I MUST TREAD TO BE DROWNED IN ALL OF HER LOVE FOR ME. I AM CONSUMED LIKE A MILLION ANTS ON A SUGAR CUBE, I AM WEAK IN MY KNEES AND CANNOT STAND WITHOUT MY ROCK TO LEAN UPON. I AM BLIND AND CANNOT SEE WITHOUT THE LIGHT OF HER LOVE...WHAT IS LOVE MY LOVE.....WHAT IS...
Copywritten 2004

Ebony Abyss

The nite sky is lit with twinkles of fire that brighten the dark and bring curiosity to the human eye. How pleasurably the moon displays its ivory hue over the cold nite and onto my face. It`s aura brings fire to my loins and an uncontrollable urge to be held and to touch. Passion is stirred by the fullness of the moon as are the tides controlled by the strength of it`s grip on the earth`s sky and on my body, My mouth is stirred by an
unquenchable thirst for lust and heat within my soul, I yearn for the sweet taste of woman to dance onto my taste buds andsatisfy my craving for the nectar of pleasurable fruit. I caress the skin of my beloved and inhale the aroma of her love, my sinuses are sparked and
my natural riseswith euphoric pulses caused by theviewing of the ebony canvass upon which I wish to lay my brush to paint. Long Strokes, and Short Strokes, and circular ones too...I sweep my brush to create a picture of beauty that can not be held by the human eye..one must feel and touch and baptize themselves in the lake of love called my lover and my woman. Asea ofcrushing waves contuse my body as I swim deeper into the abyss of my love. I shiver and quake as I lose my air and I find that I have drowned into the ocean of passion my ebony ship has sailed me onto. I think to swim to the top but instead I sink into the whirlpool of ecstasy and cascade long breaths until I can breath no more, Inhaling the fire and desire of my destiny, which is moored to the chains of my love that hold my soul down inside the depths of my journey onboard this ebony princess that is my lover....this is a journey from which I shall never return........
Copywritten 2004

Why?

My mind twists and turns with strain ofstress and wonder. How can I do the impossible which is be a perfect work of a man. I have faults and I am not perfect but to make my life a living hell is not the way to my understanding. Oh how I hurt inside oh how I feel crushed and destroyed.Why must God allow one to suffer his affliction alone in this world. Why must a man a good manbe broken down into nothing as if he werent trying to be everything he can be for his woman. He who trys to make it right forhis woman and children. The protector, provider and peacemaker. The lover, the friend and the one who must bear the brunt of all the wrong in our relationship...yes the rock and foundation....one man is all
alone without the help of his woman to be there through thick and thin, for better for worse....that is the reality how many of you are ready for that and know that I am going to
be a rider for you as well:)

Copy written 2003