Success is not for the weak minded….when it’s hot people switch climates…only a few can understand the assignment…discipline outlasts the excitement….discipline will allow the inferior to take down titans….giving you truth not just writings….young thundercats not ready for the lightning….This that new age enlightenmnet….The truth is what it is so stop fighting it…flow through it….youContinue reading “Big Business”
Tag Archives: poems
Grave Decision
Never confuse my kindness with weakness….my silence with meekness…your grave can be the deepest.
Crying Blood
My city is crying blood….Bullets are screaming for love….Children in the crossfire…..Here the cost of living is higher….DIRE….The preacher and the choir, tire….We’re living below standards….The ignorant are running rampant….8yr old boy murdered…..They say we must endure but how much further…The cycle just continues….Similar stories, different faces, different venues…Unacceptable….This way of living is unacceptable….I thoughtContinue reading “Crying Blood”
Fearless
Fearlessness is a fantasy…..It’s insanity…..Vanity….One against humanity.
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 wowContinue reading “Sapiosex”
Ohh I Think She Like Me
Ohh I think she like me, but I want her to get to know me……Get to know the present me and not the old me…The new and improved me and not the former full of excuses me…Ohh I think she, but I rather her respect me….Accept me for me and never neglect me….Ohh I thinkContinue reading “Ohh I Think She Like Me”
Sweet Potato Pie
So sweet and warm, Aroused above the norm, Crumbs on my mustache, This delicacy is a must have, Oh how I try, I just can’t resist her sweet potato pie. Sweet Potato Pie
BLACK HONEY(GUEST POST)
Black Honey Covered she moves with grace. With roots like hers she is made strong. Nectar so sweet never bitter. You can definitely tell that the ancestors are walking with her. This is a poem from the beautiful Winona Hamilton. A beautiful southern belle. I would like to thank her and let her know IContinue reading “BLACK HONEY(GUEST POST)”
Painful
Creative thinking….Adaptation to changes in the making….elusive movements….updates and improvements….remain exclusive…a student…a mutant to humans….immune to losing….just lessons and blessings…more answers, more questions….elation….patience…relation…anxious….peaceful…dangerous…shameful for all the times he was shameless….it was painful trying to live painless….shooting aimless.
Improvement
Improvement isn’t by mistake… Improvement is a choice we make.. Improvement is the time we take.. Improvement is a plan combined with faith.. Improvement destroys and create.. Improvement is never too late.
