Little Boy Red

I know tomorrow is another turntable. Stability to me is never stable. Not at all sure what’s in God’s plan, so I laugh at life with the other hand. Twenty plus years, and my road is one I wish to shed. So I sing my song, shout my freedom and dance my dance then I cry little boy red.

I lay back in lullaby and surface the pain. Dreadful the emptiness and hollow the rain. I walk with whispers and remember the years that bled. So I sing my song, shout my freedom and dance my dance then I cry little boy red.

When the dawn rests the night and the rays of the sun embrace the morn, my sorrows into happiness shields the years that have been torn. I converse with my anger and feel the hate that forever led. So I sing my song, shout my freedom and dance my dance then I cry little boy red.

Lifestyle of the Poet

Fed lustful words for naughty thrills and pleasure. Dance of sin but he again became my greatest treasure.

Thrown into the sweetest of sexual taboos, ventured the realm of erotica with no rules.

Seductive twists with a lustful kiss and sublime erections. Exploring clear, whispers in our ear, finding new directions.

Closing eyes, hands up my thighs made the temperature rise. Drugged me up with tender loving. Held me tight through the night, didn't stop rubbing.

Enchanted memories of passion, excited by the way intercourse took action. Ecstatic by the simple pleasures of ecstasy. This was the first time he entered me.

Virgin

A kiss from the innocent is passion's weakness. A flame that burns tamed and fueled by immeasurable meekness. Purity is the ocean that all desire to be emerged in while unrelentingly pleading for a sip from the cup of a virgin.

The touch of simpleness is passion's reality. A vessel that holds intense currents that pulsates with eternal morality. Purity are eminent mountains all wish to climb to please their sin while desparately fiending for a sip from the cup of a virgin.

A taste of pleasure is passion's drug of choice. Like sun drops on your face that sings with an unyielding voice. Purity is a white flower all crave to hold prisoner deep within while torturously aching for a sip from the cup of a virgin.

I

I am like a bird with a broken wing flying away.

I am a shooting star coming your way.

I am an ocean with tides strong and bold

I am a beam from the moon with possibilities new and old.

I am the heat from the sun that turns a cold warm.

I am the peace and calm that quiets the storm.

Homo in Disguise

Standing here I come to realize that all you like to do is scrutinize. Instead of compliments, you try to hurt me with your lies and I can't help but to think its my life you want to vandalize.

Your style, your fashion and the way you bring attention to yourself with gay bashing. The comments you submit trying to make us "sweeties" look like shit, it don't even make a dent, If anything it gives us a hint.

So while you're sticking your nose in my business and spreading your lies, open your eyes and come to realize that you my brother are a homo in disguise!

Reality (Pt. 2)

We were 19 when we fell in love.
You were my knight in shinning armor
and I was your angel from up above.

Walking along the beach, you told me you had plans to protect my heart from danger. Down on bended knee as you placed your departed mother's princess cut diamond on my finger.

Love of my life and such a beautiful home. King size bed and satin sheets, but every night I'm left alone.

Morning breaks and you creep into the bed. Already knowing the answer to where you laid your head.

"Baby I know you're cheating!"

"Naw not me!"

"Why you lying? The Private Investigator said it was Rico, Tyrone, and John he photographed you with recently!"

How could the man I love destroy my
soul after he told me he was going to my heart from danger? Saddest story ever told being assassinated by a familiar stranger.

"Man I..I..I dont know what you talking
about!"

"Mutha Fucka pack your shit and leave!"

"And by the way, my trip to the
clinic said I'm positive, HIV!"

Grammatical Emotions

I could write out my life, but to the verbs would you listen? You rather ignore every pronoun because its the adjectives you'd rather be kissing.

Take note to the puncuations and my favorite, the accent mark. I would pose the question, but its the exclamation I dont want to spark.

Double space the predicates to further explain my point of view. Prefixing the suffix to really show you.

I could write out my life, but to the verbs would you listen? You rather ignore every pronoun because its the adjectives you'd rather be kissing.

I Can Kill

When you look at me, what do you see? An unpainted picture of love or a painted image of misery? A boiling world of hate is my internal thrill. Don’t deal with me because I can kill.

You handed me your heart and said it was mine. I led you to believe that it was safe and locked it up tight on the inside. Instead I crushed it and you cradled a cold chill. Please watch out because I can kill.

You gave me another chance and said your wounded heart still had space. My external screamed but my demon wrote lies upon my face. Here we are again you and your will. I told you to watch out because I can kill.

I Miss You

A faded kiss upon my deserted lips, laying in seclusion, I recall the feel of your finger tips. Consoled by the echoing whispers of your once spoken lullabies that cradled me, absent of your presence, it’s you I long to see.

Your eyes, your energy, your passion and such, the breeze of your sun I long for much. Imitated visions of your body caressing me in silent love scenes untamed; burned like a moth drawn to your flame.

Traded thoughts for images and shallow thoughtless tries, all I ever I hoped for and never got to say good-bye. Stripped of all innocence and questioned if my fidelity was true, faded pictures of a love long time gone-I miss you.

Quiet Passion

The light of your presence ignites a flame long forgotten. I cradle the image of us dancing continuously and becoming immortalized by the sweet tapestry of you and I under a blanket of blue moon’s light.

I desire your love more than I admire your physical. Holding you prisoner in my soul is my one delight. Wearing your love and speaking your existence, I find myself becoming lost in your being and releasing my wrongs to success our rights.

A silent angel with screaming love, I hold you close to the beats of my heart. Whispers serve as the nectar of our unborn love affair, it’s you I want.

Far Away Love

I surrender to your will. Allowing your day to embody my night. I spend the night silently waiting for you to calm my waves.

Dreaming of your embrace to shield emotions gone wrong. I passively exhale a scream on the corner of devotion and bow down to the presence of your love.

I wish aching for you to be the embezzler of my heart. Quickly I rush to be an addict only for your love.

My far away love. I wait only for the beats of our heart to call out to what’s rightfully ours.

Until then I smile secretly to keep your identity safe. All of our longings are locked away deep.

Your intense love is my desire.

1:54 p.m.

The pounds of your dick intrigues my emotions. My eyes roll back as our bodies sway to motions. Erotic trips causes waves to rattle oceans. A design of a decade to make orgasms commotion.

The fro and to as you beat my ass shades of blue and guide me through this journey endless. Touch and go as the wind the blows just fucking me senseless.

Taste of sweat as bodies run wet and toenails damn near through the wall. Muscles tension when signals mention you’re about to let it go.

Grips get tighter. Kisses flame their fire as we burn indigo shades of red. What lust was fed as we lay dead in our damaged bed.

Mood Of the Body

Tantalizing the flesh is what I desire. I could fantasize all day about making you scream. Holding the forbidden thought of your nectar is my body’s delight, I quiver with ecstasy.

You say you walk away in physical-ness but your soul is what I want to touch. Dwelling bound in my sexless reality, I feel the voice that shouts my name on common ground knowing its lust begging to be fed.

In my virgin bed I’m senseless with envious passion waiting to be unleashed. The words of your morning, noon and night cradles my inspiration with moonlight cracking the rain. Like a child I wanna play.

…Can I?