Sexy Poem

It gives me delight doing it in the light
Eyes bright as thoughts excite
Tops off and points exposed
What’s coming next only God knows

But that’s just how I compose.

Pushing down on the sheet
Stuttering speech
Heading between the margins
That’s where it begins
Moving my point between the lines
Getting wet as juices flow

Thoughts engorged.

Deep in focus as I start to stroke
And naked thoughts are invoked
Emotions being evoked,
With desires being provoked
And the tempo builds as I near my climax
But I slow down and say not yet

Relax……
Don’t rush it,
It’s yours take time with it

And I paused to admire it,
This was mine.
With my fingers her form I peruse,
Eyes caressing each line
Getting stimulated as ideas come on the next thing to use
And I start stroking again
You should have seen me,

Salivating,

Panting

Inspired juices started to flow again

Oh shit this is so exciting
As I near the climax,

no,

not again!

I’m not going to rush the end
It’s just that, she’s so accepting
Flowing while I’m stroking
And Still building
With words I try to temper my feelings
Mind speaking
Emotions rushing
This poet was performing
And his climax was mounting
And she was still so simple, yet still wanting
Like the perfect close to the perfect poem
For her G-Spot I was reaching
So I continued stroking
And giving
Seeking the orgasm
my imagination I start probing
Her position was holding

Our coitus seemed unending

It was then my head exploded, mind and body shivers

I ejaculated on the sheet with my signature

Hmm, doing this poem gave rise to so much pleasure

Father

Without our donation at insemination there would not have been this beautiful creation,
new life,
new hope,
A new vision…

As a father we’re here to guide and build this nation,
But I believe we’re not being given a fair chance
We weren’t nurtured like moms,
Our fathers didn’t leave much for us to give thanks
Not enough encouragement or guidance
What we got was abandoned
And the sad thing is that I understand
When pressure hits, yu just want tek up yu foot in hand
But now I realise I have to make the bold stance
And stand
It’s not the fault of the child or children
They were perfectly alright in our nut sacks
And she miserably overjoyed to shed hers …period.
So why continue her sentence and leave her to serve a life sentence with a life that you helped to pen

Without your donation at insemination there would not have been this beautiful creation, new life, new hope, a new vision
So be a man,

Give your life purpose, a mission
Not just to be in the child’s presences giving presents
But be a parent
Offer guidance and create balance,
be the example,
be the man you’d want your son to grow up to be
As a father, unlike the mother
We need to fight for our Recognitions
And for us to stop being treated as if all she wanted was just a donation at insemination and basically could have used any man
But because we were unfortunately the lucky ones,
Chosen out of love, like, desperation or infatuation
Multiple nights or one night stands
We need to live up to expectations
Take responsibility for our actions
And be the father that changes the nation,

Because it was our donation at insemination that gave birth to this beautiful creation, new life, our new hopes, new vision.

Point of View

Everyone is viewing the same point
But each with his own view point
And arguments without a point
Relationships that disappoint
Because no one sees the sense of a midpoint
Each time they reach a checkpoint
Hoping to find an endpoint
It’s the source they can’t pinpoint
It’s like their minds being held at gunpoint
And they pray, hoping self-control they can reappoint
But they still don’t see the point.

Now in an argument there are things to think of
There is more than one point to beaware of
But at the same time points to beware of
There will be things you’ll be accused of
But have faith; there is nothing to be afraid of
Your point of view is nothing to be ashamed of
So you focus on a point to take advantage of
And so of the main points be observant of
Then you hit with a point they could never conceive of
Or think you capable of
When viewing points from many views, just be mindful of
The things you must be careful of

Everyone has their own view
Not sure what to do so their experience they review
Using knowledge in their purview
Life is the feature not the preview
So sit in front the mirror and start your interview
Before problems brew and stew, of your life take an overview
Cause when the shit starts to spew and blocks your view
Make sure you think of each point’s view before you counterview
And that’s just my opinion, my point of view.

Beauty

Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder
I saw her beauty before I held her,
But the blindness of society holds her
Defining what’s pretty
In another’s eyes that’s ugly
Discriminatory,
Too black, too fat,
Nose too wide and too flat,
Body type don’t fit the stats
Hair too nappy, cut your locks
Delilah, the best liar,
To fit in, silicone gets stuffed in,
There’s a ban on plastic so what you still doing,
Now beauty is extremely thick or extremely thin
Depending from which angle you’re looking
Or how tight the clothing,
For those who want revealing
And those in need of fluff concealing
Calling it toning
Pitch Black turn browning and still transitioning
Clorox for bleaching, Colgate for whitening, turmeric for coloring
Hiding from the sun, no melanin
Depleting the pigment in their skin
What’s happening
If beauty is in the eye of the beholder
What is the beholder’s definition of beauty and what is he beholding…
Does the beholder need glasses to correct the blurred vision of beauty that he’s seeing
Why tamper with a masterpiece,
God’s creation and in my heart I know he’s pleased,
So why modify the beauty I am to please mere mortal beings.

Reason with Myself

I sat down to hold a reasoning with myself,
Because
I realized I was allowing myself to get away with some simple things and I needed a valid reason, before I get ahead of myself and pass my place….
I had to step away from my old self
Stand outside and take a look inwards at myself…aiming to be outstanding…
Knowing I must build my Self-confidence,
making sure I stayed away from selfish influence,
Be Self-conscious not self-righteous
While I try to find my self-worth and grow my self-esteem,
That’s when I’ll become self-aware,
taking Selfies,
Captured memories…
Tomorrow I have to be my best self,
A new version of myself
Make on lookers take a look at themselves
As I Chronicle my rise to a position of higher esteem…. inhaling my sativa getting steamed
My eyes Opened realizing what self-love means.
Knowing to myself I shouldn’t be mean…
My mind started drifting,
And I started thinking,
And the thought I was thinking
Wasn’t a thought I ought to be thinking,
Thinking these thoughts are destructive thinking and I shouldn’t be keeping those thoughts in mind.
So, While Standing beside myself, I reflected on the thoughts on my mind, thinking I need to keep myself in line,
tiptoeing the line, while reading between the lines like a mastermind…. seeking myself not realizing I’ve been here all the time, like a spiritual awakening, the world is mine.
Forever watchful, being aware of hate filled minds, watching for the good and the bad minds while being silent like mimes
Always Check spelling while reading my mind
Ensuring autocorrect don’t change the intended thought I had in mind
So, I rationalized that I must set deadlines,
Give myself a life line
stop Telling myself I have a lifetime,
Work with specifically defined timelines
Hoping in the process I don’t lose my mind, then be to be tasked with trying to find my mind,
I will always being mindful of the signs,
No matter how many times I changed my mind like I have a set of minds
I still must find myself in the right mindset,
So Nightly I reason with myself,
searching for the right frame of mind,
with desires and emotions aligned, always wanting the whole not just peace of mind, like a puzzle these thoughts broke my mind, but I will put the pieces back in line, trying not to cross the line as I pull myself together and back online knowing my reboot will be based on a higher design.

Anything

Have you ever thought about anything
And nothing at the same time
Even though that sounds confusing
It makes sense
As you sit contemplating nonsense
Sitting doing nothing while thinking
About everything but still not doing anything.
Have you ever thought about everything
And how your choices on anything impacts everything
And while you sit doing nothing you should
Really be thinking about acting and try to do something
Or anything

Random Thoughts – Questions

Why is Luke warm and not hot, or cold for that matter?
And have you ever wondered if you can cry under water?
Random thoughts provide good questions but no reasonable answer
Like since you can lock up and lock down, have something go uphill and downhill
Close up and close down, shouldn’t we be able to open up and open down
Or why do they have opposites when there are terms that defies this,
Like why isn’t shut up the opposite of shut down?
Or how is it that fat chance and slim chance means the same.
It’s the language that’s to be blamed,
Having so many words that should be different, yet they mean the same
Like thaw and unthaw,
Random thoughts that can leave you in awe,
Think about it, if you move from being aweless to awesome,
do you eventually get to be awful?
Or could you be so handsome that you eventually become a handful…

Think about this as your mind drifts, when you’re divorced are your in-laws now out-laws?
Or Would it be safe to say that a masterpiece is a fraction of masterful,
Random thoughts can consume the mind,
Coming up with questions with the answers being a puzzling find,
Like why they are called steps outside but stairs inside
Or If loose lips sink ships, does tight lips keep them afloat?
In our daily life we wonder about,
With thoughts that we dare not let come out,
Like have you ever wondered who or what time is telling on?
I have so many random thoughts, this list could get extra long
So, let me ask one final question,
What would happen if you get scared half to death twice?

Thin line

There is this thin line between love and hate
And would you believe I fell in love in that space,
Maybe it was destiny, call it fate,
One moment there would be intense love that without debate,
Would feel like a love rapture,
My soul being ca0ptured,
Heart being wrapped up,
But Then in a second, love was ruptured
My heart shattered,
Mind fractured,
She transformed into this nasty motherfucker (creature),
With hatred being plastered,
A stain that to this day still remains, nothing left to give, only love’s carcass, decaying remains…
Can’t believe I had crossed over,never knew love had a border,
If I did, I’d spend forever trying to find the four corners and stand in the middle so I’d always be at your love’s center
But now this hateful hatred,
No longer loved, I’m just another man being hated
Memories dissipated,
The good times diluted,
Two no longer united, now one and one, separated,
The line between love and hate,
Now two dots divided,
Two stories that are one sided
Behind love, hate was hiding
Would never had seen it coming,
Jah know star… God couldn’t show me an omen
No longer black or white just grey area arguments
No more late night conversations
Now its too late in the night to conversate,
How and when did love cross over into hate,
This thin line needs to be erased and replaced…
It’s too fickle, you tip toe near the line and can’t shift a little
If you slip you slide, then your heart is crippled,
The end of a romance, love was never simple,
I wished someone would have told me that this line doesn’t give examples,
Chooses by random sample,
You mind turn to shambles
Love, hate, as thin as the line is it cuts deep down the middle,
A line that has proven to be more than mere mortals can handle.

Hate Love

They say me and my girl have a love hate relationship,
But I don’t love hate.
What they don’t appreciate is that my mind she stimulates
And when we get intimate, my fears she decimates
with words like…

I love you.

And I would get poetic and say some shit like
I love you too,
Yes that’s times two,

How do I love you, trying to count the ways,
And I won’t deny that I hate love some days,
And I hate her and some ways
And the tricks love plays,
For each argument a fine my soul pays,
Losing me with each moment that an argument waste,

And I’d hate love,
Not her.

Like the times when she’d get upset because of something I’ll forget,
And for days she’d up and get vex
And I’d hating love and love loses respect
But earns it back in the makeup sex,
A hateful love that’s so simply complex,
While outsiders looking in always get perplexed,
Trying to categories,
And have us marginalized,
Not seeing what I see looking into her eyes,
And so they use stereo types to access our lives
But they need to realize that love isn’t always wise.

Now I hate love.
Because I was seeking perfection,
But fell in love with imperfection knowing love carries its own implications,
Creating impaired vision, while preying on emotions, evoking beep affection.
So yes, I love her.
But hate love for all its sweetly cruel intentions.

Box

Behind their lies the truth lies,
Hiding the truth between the lines
Calling them fairy tales and nursery rhymes,
Afraid of the bible because it tells of signs,
To lead the blind, they tell lies in their vision,
Posting alternate facts on their television
Using a box to misguide the nation
Saying think outside the box because they have our brain boxed in
They put us in the box then instruct us on how we should be thinking,
They say stay on the inside, thinking of out,
Mind like a prisoner who wants to get out,
Confined to this box like prison bars,
Trying but can’t hide these boxed in scars,
Having fore-telling visions of a future lost
If the borders of this box can’t be crossed.
So they feed us impaired knowledge with our vision retarded,
Saying we have a handicap due to lack of knowledge,
While life poses a constant challenge,
We’re locked in the box seeking revenge,
The only way to gain the advantage,
Is to stand outside the box and be outstanding,
And while outside the box apply keen thinking,
Not of the inside or the borders the box provide,
But of the opportunities that the box tried to hide
So next time they say we are in a box, ask to be put in a boxing ring,
At least then you know you’d have to fight your way out to win.