Windows to the Soul

There she goes with those eyes again. Oceans of depth that urge even those who can't swim to dive right in. Let me gasp in your gaze--those eyes that invite Sin. Invite Sent. I'll attend twice a night like my minds bent. Deja You, and yet double is just two much.
 Do I trust those eyes and accept those lies?
Maybe observe your smile?
Then you curve your brow. You giggle with intrigue, possibly a splash of lust with that sparkle. Drunk off your smile without a chaser, I let it sink in. Burning sensation in my heart at the situation I'm facing. I want to whispers words of esteemed adoration, yet I mean them only in the moment. Grab your body like I own it.
 Maybe I can pay you in emotion?
 Rent to own?
You think I'm wrong? Right! I think we're grown, right? And you knew your eyes were traps. So your smile was just the bait, so you lured me to your lair in the hopes that we'd relate. Can we date? Can we mate? Is it me or is this fate? Guess I've lost myself and found my prize. As long as I can stare into those eyes.

'Bad Guy' ( Your Opinion )

I'm a terrible person, yeah, a bad guy.
I like offering empty promises to friends and making girls cry.
It's in my mindset to disrupt lives and crush dreams.
Abduct your thoughts and pass them off as my own. That's a ripe scheme.
Put a knife in my hand, I'll back stab you. Assassin shit.
Slit your artery, watch you thrash and shit.
Trust me with any information, that's cool, I'ma tell the world.
Social network your networks. It's slight work. Yeah, I'm fuckin bold.
I take good people and bring them down to suit my needs.
Drag your feelings down and be sure to grab your self esteem.
The absolutely worst kind of person you can envision. A product of bitter thoughts
and poisonous disposition.
I am what you want me to be; the 'bad guy' you mention. But none of this is proven.
It's just all your opinion!!

Hit List

Out of all the things I did miss are the chances that I dismissed. Advantages I gave up, and opportunities I can't list.
Women I loved, I did kiss. I was looking for an Empress.
Am I at fault for lust? Shit. She just made my Hit List.
Love is always hit/miss. I'd rather hit than rush bliss.
She's in love? How would I know? She caught feelings that I didn't throw.
She wanted Summer when I wanted Snow. She brought a hoody and Wheat Timbs, though.
I brought nothing but gave her myself. Guess an overdose of me is hazardous to health.
Guess its my fault I called you tonight. Guess it's my fault I brought Crown Royal and Ice.
It's probably my fault I looked in your eyes, kissed on your neck, and light-stroked your thighs.
It's really might fault I asked to spend the night.
I know really wrong for holding you so tight, asking 'What you like?', while loving you all night.
Psyche...
I know you loved the last part and you asked me to stay, held my hand in the dark.
I'm unequipped for dealing with the weakness of the heart and that smile in your sleep is tearing me apart.
But we both got baggage, so to grab a shopping cart. It's a Mission Impossible so we might as well not even start..

2%

The entire purpose of this is to tell you how I feel, right? We've kept it 98%, so we 2% from real right?
But what's 100 but a number?
What's a Snowball to a Summer?
We hang out and it's no stress but let my phone buzz with a new text.
Here you go huffing and you always got remarks. Then I console you with good sex.
Goodness!
It's no ring involved and I'm not cursing you. So if my Droid flash, it's no need to take it personal.
And it's not always about you, so if you're reading, you're the first of few.
Though I'm sure you'd be honored to get a verse or two.
I like you at your best and I don't want to see the worst of you.
But notice I didn't say 'Love' last sentence. I'm sure you're worth it, boo!
I'm not loving anyone right now, it's a rule of mine.
Get fucked over a couple times, it'll change your view in time.
And I know the past can't run you but I'm resuming mine.
Cardio so I can stay ahead of my past designs.
So you can move out of my thoughts and find cheaper rent.
Or you can keep this 98, and I can keep my 2%.

Social Network Sanctuary

   You can't look for comfort in others, you need self-love. How you gonna hold you down if you don't love yourself, love? Too busy looking for 'Likes' up on a social page from men who don't care who you are. Only what you convey.

 So you get lead astray, confusing 'Like' with 'Love' until you figure out all the want is just another nut. And here you go again with ass shots, bent over in bathroom mirrors. Appealing to what they desire, but you want something realer.

 Or is that what you fear, huh?

They got you scared to love?

You'll take attention over conviction if it means they'll listen.

And they do so, and it makes you feel better. Until it's after midnight and they want to see what's under your sweater.

 "Send us a tit flick"

Now you stripping down, grabbing your phone, so you can keep them all interested so that you're not alone. But when the funs over with you can even text 'em.

They got wifee and the kids right in the bed sleeping next to 'em.

Here you go alone again, social network searching. No lessons learned to mend your woes. No reassuring words to steel your nerves or a man to hold you tight. Just a couple dick flicks in your text Inbox to keep you warm at night.

It's fucked up, right?

What I've Learned ( For Now )

What I've learned in my time here is that people are selfish. A few are selfless and even fewer would tell this.
The majority abhorrently rejects the minority so it's easy to justify quickly calling the authorities.
We all have friends but we call them associates; they associate with your enemies with your business to negotiate.
Young girls Pro-Create, let astray by a media. Sex sells, learning fails, and society suffers a tip in scales.
I've learned that being Black doesn't mean that we have unity. We'd rather argue skin pigmentation than take over the Nation.
We'd rather fight over shoes made overseas than oversee our futures. See, this is how it shouldn't be.
This is why it couldn't be all I have to learn. Too much knowledge to be gained and too much wisdom to be earned.
I'll continue to observe, grit my teeth, and discern. Pass my knowledge to my lesser, and see them rise. I've adjourned.

Virgin Lungs

I don't really smoke, but if I did, it'd be the perfect time. Thoughts run reckless across my mind while I indulge in tasteless wine.
Too pessimistic for smoke and mirrors so I'm static while others chase the signs. Some vapors in my presence might dilute this refined state of mind.

 Inclined to align to others past times but I must declined. That glazed over, hazed over,  look you display can only fray the mind.
Dull steel can't cut the layers of the sky and ascend to higher space in time. I'd rather stay sharp so I can fillet these ties and lies that bind.

My thinking is 30 stories up so I guess I'm always high. Didn't even need a Philly or a Swisher, or a lighter.


Just my mind...