Mental Cardio

Dim room with one candle lit.
Mind running laps. Mental Cardio - can I handle it?
Pretty girl, naked in my bed, drenched in warm sweat.
It's gonna break her heart when I tell her that it's just sex.
Raindrops; symbolic of the Love people falling in.
You givin 'em your heart. I'm still givin these chicks Latex.
What?! At least it's safe sex; no protection for your mindset.

Mental Cardio - Let's move on to the next set.

I love her, she loves me not. That puts me in a strange spot.
Never been the type to ride bench. She asked me to. That's nonsense!
Haven't moved since...this ain't me. She ain't HER but this ain't 'WE'.
And it's not just the sex. I mean, the sex is where it's at. It's the way we conversate and relax that attracts.
I wanna be where you're at -- consistent basis and all that. Let me know what's the deal and we can get this thing on track.

Brightly lit room. Lights on...yo, where is this chick?!
She's playing mind games. Mental Cardio -- I can't STAND this shit. 
Heartstrings; tugging them. Imma violin to this vixen. Playing me for a fool.
Gaming me with no intentions.
In love with me when you're with me but forget me when a text comes.
I'm blind to that, though. Might as well be fuckin deaf, dumb.
Guess that's why I'm dressed up to be stood up on a whim now.

Mental Cardio -- Think I'm tired of running game. Wow.

Inner Beast [Short]

I keep the surface calm but underneath lies a beast from the deepest recesses.
Keeps me hungry and aggressive.
Exterior is lax while my mind is on a mission - Search and Destroy those who would cause me opposition.
It's position is one of Power and it's attitude is sour so weak souls with weak goals will only get devoured.
Careful what you wish for; people always wanna know the depth of me but what's beneath the waves isn't necessarily the best of me.
Always cooking up storms -- but you'll never get the recipe.
Top shelf thoughts..... so only a few can grasp, except for me.

Especially those brave enough to dive in. I can guarantee intrigue but not you surviving.

Escape into Words

Another escape into Words...

And I don't mean Microsoft.
Though it wouldn't hurt to Excel my Spreadsheet into Powerpoints and produce more Works.

Pen flirts with paper leaving ink to savor the words of a fallen Savior.
Talk is cheap and I still couldn't buy the words needed to save her.
Lady Luck left so what the fuck am I left with?
Two left feet...makes it awkward to step with

Right on the edge of Defeat and dark thoughts.
Distraught at my lack of progress. That's my fault.

Yet I'm still under assault from undercover enemies with faith in my failure yet no heart to believe in me.

Apart from all that, I'm cool! Still smirk as I lace my shoes. Still plenty of souls to soothe with the well placed words I use.

They're mad that I still play by, but break, their rules. These fools..

You keep getting by by getting high. Oh no, not I.
Keep going the way of the birds. I have my own escape.
I'll mess with these words.

Loveless Verses

You want the answers to questions I don’t have and may never.  All I offer is condolences and hopes that it gets better.

 The sun falls on the East but then rises on the West. Just because you didn’t get chosen doesn’t mean that you’re not next.  But you’re not MY next and you’re not MY ex.

No titles exchanged to explain or take out of context.

But all you want is a text.

A confession of unbridled love I can type out but never send.  All I can offer is soft words and rough sex.

You’re a mess. Hair wild from sleepless nights with tear stained cheeks as you type. “It’s Okay. I understand” But you don’t, even though I’m right.

Our love wasn’t meant to exist but you made the choice to birth it.

Now you’re nursing a wounded heart and a fractured Dream. Was I worth it?

I can’t love you back and that doesn’t mean you’re worthless.

And I can’t convey your love, but I can use your pain in my Verses.

Daylight

This darkness does me no favors as I lay in its embrace. It’s the quiet that I savor.

Cold nights and solitude for my thoughts to surround me. My life gets crazy so I need my mind to ground me.

Soothe me in logic as I dream about the illogical. Dreams of conquest make my ambition probable.

I can be my own problem;  but that doesn’t make me solvable.  So it makes no sense to even go on involving you.

Hands soaked in Sin so what I look like Absolving you? A couple ‘Amens’ from a couple friends with bad intentions.

The type that’ll make you wild out to get attention. Tearing up the foundation until you’re forced to see my visions.

Retention turns to remission. You’re forgetting what you’re taught now.

Forgetting how you came up but hating how you were brought down.

Oppressed opinions from cheap minions and condescending critics who tell you how to live but talk about it like they did it. Fuck 'em.

Pushed to the limit of sanity while spewing profanity at myself in a cracked mirror, yet still being accused of vanity.

I’ll just lay down in this darkness, breathe deep, and take it light. And if there’s still mercy in this world, I’ll awake to Daylight.

Happy Birthday

I broke up with her on her day of birth.
She tried to hold in her cries, that only made it worse.
Tears fell from her eyes to saturate the Earth
First bad break will make you second guess your worth.
Three shots in of Gin, chasing it down with Four Lokos.
Sent some drunk text and then switched it up to SoCo.
Now she can't hold it in and let's it out. Oh no!

Chronicles of pain; you just gotta know when to lay off.
And Karma's not picky, she'll still hit you on your day off.
Merciless Mistress, they say Karma is a bitch
but if you treat her right, she knows how to make you rich.
...but no amount of moping will bring back that one that you miss.

Dark rooms and slow songs; yeah, you're in the zone now.
Old pictures in a new phone;  the past is what you call 'Home' now.
Depressed and anxious, you miss my love in the worst way.
But you'll never get it back. Sorry, love.

Happy Birthday.

Double Homicide

...I killed your trust.

The dagger of deceit bloodied, clenched in my fist -
and I thrust,
and I thrust -
guess I do it for the rush.

I might do it for the lust; the stimulation of fabrication.
Truth lost to lies, isn't that what built the Nation?

Smiles lost to cries because of pointless conversation.

I wrapped you in lies because the world was too cold.
Was I wrong to keep you warm?
Does that make me too bold?
I was told to protect you; were my methods too old?
I wish you'd buy what I'm saying, but you're not looking sold.

I killed your trust.
Watching it die is the worst.
Never lost eye contact while I watched the last breath contract.
It's a fact that I did it.
It was wack, I admit it.
My saving grace is that I said it to your face.
My intentions were pure, although horribly misplaced..

Next time, I'll let you drown in that cruel ocean of truth.
Let hope keep you afloat. I would have thrown you a rope!
But I severed that life with that dagger; same one I killed your trust with.

Double Homicide.

You should have just accepted my lies.

Thirsty

I knew I wanted you when I saw you.

The smile on your face and….the way your lips turn when your hands on your waist.

Fingers on your hips ( Yeah, I can imagine my grip there )

Love those cleavage shots. Yeah, I can imagine my lips there…

I followed you on Twitter and I liked all your pictures.

I don’t care that you’re states away. I’ll spend time to come get you.

What’s your name?

What you like?

What’s your name?

What’s your Skype?

I just want to get to know you. Here’s my number, you gonna call right?

…..right?

No?! Damn, well why not?

I don’t care about your man or your baby; ‘cause you’re fine, ma.

I can change your life – you just gotta give me time, ma!

Wait until he goes to work and the baby to be asleep, then you can take some naked pictures and send them to me on the sneak.

And I wouldn’t blow you up; I know how to be discreet!

So when you’re not busy, call my phone and send me flicks of your physique.

 

Oh, so now you’re cocky. You got some nerve, girl.

I can’t believe that you blocked me!

Calling me ‘Thirsty’ cause I showed you the attention you were missing.

YOU’RE the thirsty one. That’s why you’re on social networks stripping!

Fuck you AND your pride, I could have pulled you any day—

Plus this new chick I’m following is prettier than you anyway!!

'Tigress'

Claw marks and gashes

Teeth marks and gnashes.

She knows no shame and accepts no blame that she quivers at pleasure but climaxes at pain.

Yes...

Guilty fangs sink into innocent skin, then, moans are stifled..

'You're just trying to hold it in..'

Win or lose, the sex is just the interlude.

Her body gushes rapids; all I need now is an inter tube.

I wanna move in but I don't mean with baggage or paying rent.

I want to be inside you, intermingled with your scent.

Each stroke makes her body jump, she gasp air and restarts.

Nails in my back, dragging down, leaving claw marks.

Wounds  marks her territory; scars of the process.

Open wounds and light bleeding, she access her prowess and licks my lips after.

Yeah, she's crazy...

My Tigress.

Bliss

Mind drifts to thoughts of your soft lips. Tender texture taste better when it's soaked in your pleasure.

Marinated in bliss, created in your climax..

RELAX!!

Let me relieve some stress. I know you need that.

Remove the weights of burden that the world has placed on you.

Replace that with strong hands roaming all over your hips and lower back.

Embrace that sensation..

Groans turn to moans and I press harder, you push your hips back in retaliation.

Oh..!! This means War!

My tongue becomes a mercenary; traversing your landscape leaving destruction in its wake.

Soft breaths make your legs shake. I bite your inner thigh recklessly;

...hell, I was curious to see what kinda sound you'd make!!

Your face flush and your cheeks blush..your hips rise as you mouth cries.

Silent screams as your voice fails but body reacts louder than war drums.

Linen clenched in balled fist and your face twist --

"You're so cute when you cum.."

Sheets damp with the wine of your satisfaction. I drink from the source and you grab my head in reaction.

Drowning me beneath the waves; I could have been lost at sea..

See, I like a little aggression ( It's a confession ), do your thing love!

Dreams of an Empress

Passion born from a whisper.

A gentle breeze that buckles knees and makes honored thoughts cherished memories

Even a sinner becomes a saint in the eyes of love, although faint, to those without the same vision.

Eyes glisten as you smile like you can't see how terrible the world sees me.

Mixed views and fees due, I'd go blind without your light to see me through.

Illuminate..

Either I'm short-sighted or you make my world a little bit brighter.

For you, I'll be a love and a fighter.

A husband.

And a writer.

The building blocks of an Empire needs a Kingdom and an Emperor.

I'd bestow the title to no one less. My good girl and a great wife.

My Empress..

Bored at Work..

Sitting here waiting for time to pass. Feel like the grains getting stuck up in the hourglass.

Sitting here stuck trying to decide on the factors and I just blinked and swear I saw the time move backwards. My stomach's hurting but I'm sitting at work, dealing with jerks, trying not to let myself get irked. Otherwise, one of these clowns really might get hurt.

 Fuck it....

Mood changes like winter to summer...Man.....

These folks keep getting dumber and dumber...Damn...

I daydream on the night shift, real tight lipped. Imagine stabbing a man in his heart, and make the knife shift.

Blood splatter. Smash 'em in his head, spill his brain matter. Leave him turned over and leaking like spilled cake batter.

Burning time up writing rhymes about nonsense, let it turn up and hit the air like incense..

Inspire other writers to writer...and that makes sense!!

Awaken the other 5 before I channel my sixth sense.

Thoughts penetrate and possess like apparition and you use your instincts to make the best decisions.....until you mess up and you're grilled with inquisition.

Young friends shake their heads while old-heads want you to listen. That's the price you pay when your mind exceeds your vision.

'Soul Mate'

Even though I just met you, I feel like you're my Soul Mate. Our love is like Soul Food, and I just ate a whole plate. I'm still hungry for your presence, want to live in your essence. And I love that you're a Queen; hate that you had to deal with peasants.

 I'm not saying that I'm perfect but I'm willing to put the work in..

Guess you and your Ex ain't work out.

His loss was my find. I'll make you my wife in due time. In the meantime, in between time, we've got time to share minds. I'll tell you about my fears and you can tell me about the bad times.

We live life, we lost youth, we gain knowledge and find truth. In the midst of this crazy world, I found time to find you.

I don't think you noticed me yet so our love is sorta one sided, but I got an idea you might like ( I know you're not close-minded). I know your address-- I'll stop by when you're not home. 

I know you'll want us to be alone so I'll disconnect your phone.

Turn the lights off, light some candles. That'll put you in the zone. 

Hell, I ripped up the pictures of your Ex up and replaced them with my own!!

Like I said, you're a Queen; I just wanna be your throne.

I'm the one you looked over, but not the one you'll replace. We'll be together forever.

Sincerely Yours

Your SoulMate 

Childhood Ignorance

That childhood ignorance is what I miss. Where I could afford to make petty mistakes, scrape knees, and laugh in pure bliss. Unaware of future consequences or cold pretenses, I could live in that moment and be happy. I knew the purest love I’d ever known then. The slightly cold bath was so that I wasn’t burned. The hot food was to keep me nourished, never earned. Every gift a surprises, even those I may not have deserved. Words were never enough, so I kept mine short when around elders. Being polite got me rewarded; speech was simple, never contorted. A sense of security where a smile was genuine;  no underlying dagger behind the back with mistrust and malice. Then again, all of these things were there. I was allowed to exist in my bubble because of my age, believing the world was fair! Hateful, cold, untrusting, diabolical, and ruthless without a care! I have money in my pocket but despite that fact; no amount in the world could buy that childhood ignorance back.

Follow Suit ( That Damn Foot )

If I took one step forward, then I’m approaching my future. It’s just moving that damn other foot to follow suit. I got a lot of distractions and reactions from my past. That’s where most of my experience has taken root. I’ve advanced in age in the ways of a Sage, and I’ve set my own stage to boot. Nowhere near my last Act; still don’t know how to act. 

I’ve added my cents and divided my sense, so there’s not much left to do but subtract.

 Subtract the fears of progressions.

 Subtract the tears of regression.

 Subtract the years of distrust, hate, and anger I’ve held waiting for a timely confession. 

How many times will I allow the sands of opportunity to slide through my fingers like the softest silk? I’ve rather relish the sweet caress of success than be that fearful bird hesitant to leave the nest. I’ve made up my mind to approach life in stride; confidently strapping on my boots. Put my right in front of my left and took the first step. It’s just moving that damn other foot to follow suit.

"My Saint"

There is no stairway to Heaven for me. It’s been removed along with any semblance of a signal to be used. I’ve burned my white flags so surrender isn’t an option. Instead I’m opting for the path less chosen, heart frozen. It would have been easy to submit to your whims. Oppress me with your faith while you press me with your flesh. I won’t object or contest. Cross snugged comfortably between the cleavage of your breast, dangling from that necklace.

 A sinner in the path of a Saint.

 Will you save me? Will you smite me?

Or do you like me? And do you still say those prayers for me nightly? I dare not say anything that comes from between your lips is wasted. But Queen, save those tender words for those with tortured souls and with goals to enter gates yet unseen.  If I find nothing along my path and if you reach a dead end, we’ll meet in each others Heart and laugh. Exchange notes, and start again.

Lost In The Sauce ( Shots )

My eyes are probably bloodshot. Shot from seeing too much too soon and living too fast to be concerned with brakes. 

Shot from the shots of liquor I downed in succession; I never learn my lesson.

 My head pounds as my feet hit the ground, turn around to observe the naked bronze back of a female I met last night working retail. 

See, her hours were 10-6 and she walked through my door around 6 to 10. 

9:54…yeah, sometime around then. 

We turned on a movie then pulled out the bottle. For every problem, a straight shot. She asked for a chaser, and I told her I never would chase her. However, I’d replace her unless she kept the pace up.

 Straight up. One shot.

 Straight up. Two shots.

 Three shots in and all her problems come out. Daddy issues and debts, fake friends and bad sex. I listen intently as a pour another round.

 Straight Up.

 Four Shots, straight to the head. She’s laying in my lap with her face on my legs. I tell her I’ll console her, she cries, ask me to hold her, and now we’re in bed when I find out she’s a moaner.

  Time flies, we hit peaks, she gasp, grips the sheets and now she’s asleep without a worry in mind. She holds my body tight, wraps her legs in mine. We both drift asleep until the story rewinds.

Dream of an Emperor

I’m staring at a blank screen with a blinking cursor. I feel like it’s taunting me. To undertake the daunting task of putting tangible words on top of it like a Sundae. Someday, these words will inspire another King and Queen to desire their own Empire. To construct, look forward past criticism, and create a path of One’s own choosing. All of our pains, past, presents, and experiences echo throughout time and can last past our earthly demise. Immortal is the man that can continue to teach even after his physical body has reached its last Sunrise. Until that time, I want to watch the Sunset over what I’ve created, tip my head in respect at those who didn’t object to my success. Your support helped me build the bridges to those I haven’t yet reached. I may yet inspire peace in lost Souls, or bring them to war within. No holds barred but these cold doors are. The Key to Peace may rest in me. How can I rest when not all of us are free?