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No Fear, No Fold

Living life one day at a time…I stopped worrying and fell in love with the grind…I had to turn into a beast in that grime, so I can be able to feast and to shine…at war with my body but at peace with my mind…it’s a certain feeling you have when you not living in deceit or denial…I accomplish amazing feats and defeat every trial…sometimes I just look in the mirror and stare, thinking to myself, “I can’t believe I’m still here”… I bare my soul and I bear the load…no fear, no fold.

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Poetry

Pleasure

Where are we going…what are we doing…I love the way your glowing…I like how you moving….What do we call this…Where have you been at…This is what I call bliss…I never want to go back.

Poetry

Playing Field

I don’t care about leveling the playing field…I play it how it is, victory depends on my will…any obstacles I destroy and rebuild it to my advantage…in misery I refuse to languish….everyday is exciting and dangerous…I embrace it and release my anguish…take the good with the bad language…why the fuck would I change it…my diet is different so Im not on the same shit….why would I want to survive instead thrive…I rather die than never try.

Poetry

Early Mornings

These early morning days have me in an early morning daze…i sit and meditate before I go wandering through this maze…standing under the sun to receive my medicine from the rays…shedding bad habits so I can improve my ways….the mission is progression and elevation…there is no deviation…my miracles are of my own creation and determination…responsible for my own elation…my manifestations are scintillating…I create because I enjoy creating…my loving is worth more than those hating…Ok I’m ready..I stay steady…A King is a King even when the crown is heavy.

Poetry

Sapiosex

At times we all like to get mind fucked…we like to test if our mind is weak or if our mind is tough…or maybe we just enjoy a little sapiosex…this union of ours should make for happier sex…we both should become a happier sex…let’s lust over each others acumen….we can climax again and again…we wow each other…enlighten never cloud each other…let’s have an orgy with knowledge, understanding and wisdom…bring to fruition our vision…pure ecstacy when you’re next to me….this is all non-fiction please allow me to please you with my cunnilinquistics.

Poetry

EGO

I have to think of more superlatives for myself….My self, what a wonderful being…I just enjoy the wonders of being…even in the shadows of my blunders I’m beaming…even when I’m failing I’m succeeding…don’t even mumble the word humble around me…I don’t want that type of weakness to surround me…I refuse to let meekness define me…I won’t let your insecurities confine me…THEY don’t want you to talk like this…Heads up, chest out, they don’t want you to walk like this…well I like this because I’m like this…I take the good with the bad, the wrong with the right as I write this…And still don’t care if you like it. Or do I?