Here's A Tip For Self:

Freedom isn't in the balance of my bank book, but in the tip of the Bic that rest between my two fingers tips. Let Freedom write on every paper top; lined, blank or pattern painted. Let freedom read tangibly so that it is more than just a dream that I am imagining. "Let Freedom Write."

Miss Count Dracula: "That's Not Lipstick On Her Fangs"

....Well puncture him with your fangs then, because for once he would like to feel the thrill of what She feels when She sucks the Love out of one's life, pumping thru his veins, so that he too could be just as cold as Her. He lust to be the bad guy. Maybe then in the end, he wouldn't always have to end up as Her victim.

"I Admire You Love"

I must say, I truly admire Love's courage to keep trying to fill Hearts fatly because it can't be easy to keep Loving deeply one's whole entire life while having to deal with people always putting you down, blaming you for all their problems, miss using you and only using you on your birthday for instant gratification, calling you overrated, being told "Fuck You!!" every time they make the mistake of choosing the wrong mate. So on this day I say to you, "I Admire You Love."

BBM Love Affair

 

In that space between Like and Love he smells Her sex appeal and it's sweet. 5'3, but She's a giant to him. Coke to his nose, She has him constantly high, like he's Carlos Irwin Estevez. On a moody Monday he met Her in a chat room while fingering his phone in the bathroom and it was a meeting that changed his mood from June gloom to bright Valentine red, the color of Love and the primary they both favored as their favorite pigment. He sensed early on that he'd one day deserve Her call, but as long as he was down to earn Her call. Hypnotized by Her tone he anticipates Her ringtone, like some Pop Star's biggest fan dying to hear them sing their favorite song. But a fan of Hers he is and he vowes to wait outside the window of Her life; rain, sleet and even if Sahara decides to get snowed in, until She's ready to invite him in. Warm and cuddly in Her arms is where he wants to rest in. Deep and Passionate inside Her kitty is where he wants to play in, cleaning Her walls with repeated licks, his tongue has "OCD" and for Her satisfaction he is tidy. Happy with how the flow is flowing he begs, "please flood my world with your Beautiful storm. My appetite for your sweet peach is greedy so please feed me obesely."

Quotes Of The Day....by Me

"Not only do we have a bunch of chinks in our armor, there's a shit load of Bondo on our souls from us always trying to fix ourselves."

A Question & A Guess

Stick my tongue out in the atmosphere so I can taste Her in the wind. Sweet, like bee hives, back in December O ten She stung me with Her sting and since then, I've been all swollen with emotion. In my dreams She's the box marked yes, but in reality She's still a question and a guess. Faith in the strength of my chest I remove my vest because in Her hands I believe my Heart is police protected. Strange things can be magnificent and She's my strange magnificent thing. Courting under the contract of, "Just go with the flow," well the flow is going and I Love the way the flow is flowing. She sets my world on fire as if it's the year 2k; the end of humanity, but it's not the end, it's a new beginning with happy ending?

The Missing Ballad

As the sun hides its light and the moon shines on the night, floating on a mattress of air he tosses and turns, and not because he's scared by demon nightmares, but because when he turns to feel Her near, She's not there. Hypnotized by the green in Her eyes, he remembers a time when he was just a green little guy trying to be a giant in Her life. His hands are cold and empty. He misses the comfort of Her care, breathing the sugary-almond silk scent of Her hair in his night's air; the midnight meshing of their bodies, forming a warm pair. Blind hands once feeling their way around Her skin now wander in the darkness aimlessly, searching desperately for Her touch. Feet cuddling, front to back, back to front, spooning and every other sensual sentiment has been misplaced, lost, suspended in that lonely space. Tired and emotionally fatigued from missing Her insomnia, he kneels in the place in which She last stood with a smile on Her face and prays for the morning to arrive early to wake him from his depress, instigated by the disappearance of his Darling. With no more buckets to fill with his moans and whines he closes his eyes and replays the memories of Her soft kisses and the tenderness of being in Her arms grip to rock his Heart gently to sleep. Blowing Her silhouette portrait an invisible kiss, he says and in his Luther voice, "A Bed is still a Bed, even when someone else is sleeping there, but this bed is not a bed unless that someone sleeping in it is You."

A.D.I.D.A.S "All Day I Dream About She"

"He texted Her "Morning!!" Then She texted back, "Are you spying on me? How did you know that I just woke up?" And he replied, "Because the sky got a little more brighter and a lot less gloomy, so I figured it must have been you opening your eyes...."

....Just A Little Something That Came To Mind

We're human and we do human things. We desire and thrive off of spontaneous and random actions for pure shock value; for ourselves and others. It simply feels amazingly good when we make someone else feel good, it's honest ego. And whether we're conscious of it or not, we are servants of one another and Love to serve. And we're real auto pilot with it at times. Shit, even the takers are servants, just to themselves.

Mini-Thoughts

‎"So if I became a crossing guard, would She then believe that I care about Her safety?"

Quotes Of The Day....by Me

"Just felt my Heart tap against my chest, I guess it was just reminding me that it's in me."

Pink Sugar

....So a while back, actually a time ago, I had the pleasure of smelling this sweet fragrance on the person of this really gorgeous and fashioned forward Woman as She darted by me in the terminal of Lambert. Her style was a cross between those Asian Women who aren't from the states, but who come to the states to do all their shopping, and a New York, Sex In The City-freak for fashion kind of Chic. In a rush, I assume, to catch a plane that She was tardy for, the breeze from Her speed allowed me to catch a whiff of Her potent scent. Faster than the Road Runner, before I knew it She was gone. And although She was no longer visible I could still sniff Her, She had marked the entire territory of my air. That scent stuck with me and years later I finally discovered its origin. One day last week, I was window shopping in the mall when I decided to step in Sephora to see if they carried a cologne that I had run out of and wanted to replace. And as I approached the counter to question the associate, my nose's memory instantly remembered and caught the scent, like a bloodhound chasing a crime. And In a hyper panic I asked, "Hey what's that I smell?" The gothy looking associate looked at me with one of those "are you frickin kidding me frown" Then said, "There are a million smells in here, which one?" I replied, "The one that was just sprayed." Now, just like it left it's potent impression on me years before, could it be that it wasn't just sprayed and was just that strong that it overwhelmed the store like it did me? Well, before I could even continue to doubt the moment anymore, from below the counter in Her black, laced gloved hand it was, "Pink Sugar." I smiled glad, like I found lost treasure. Just wished I had a worthy Woman who could wear it, so I could permission the associate to, "Just throw it in the bag."

It's Morning

It's morning and the sun is on his side. A place he dreams She'll one day occupy, by his side, fugitives for Love, shackled tight for the rest of their lives. He knuckles the coldness of past hurt from the corners of his eyes, where the tears once jumped down his cheeks committing a watery suicide, so that he can clearly see the promise between the parallels of their lives. He stretches his arms high, lightly scratching God's feet with the tips of his  nails, playfully thanking He or She for blessing Her with he. Now that wasn't a vain line, but like the two of them, it just rhymed, a perfect fit, like when they connect power lines, their bond is "electric!!" Yawning Her name as the blinds part wide, blaring a halo of light thru the window pane, She's the first sentence formulated when he awakes because She's the first thought on his brain so what else is there to say? But he wonders, will She age with him, like a fine Cab Sauvignon or will She just come and leave prematurely, like a teen making Love for the very first time, coming way to fast out the gate, like a pony in a race? It's morning and the sun is on his side........

She's Not A Riddle, But Is Her Love?

Upon Her emotions is where he wants to sit, resting heavy, like bullion bricks on paper fences. Blessed with a knack for attracting a bunch of Hungry Jacks because of how fluffy Her cakes are stacked, he reacts and attacks the opposite of Mack's. Always pressed with being his own kind of chef, uniquely weird, but with an old fashioned, compassionate taste for the sweeter things in life, and judging by Her flavor he knows that there's more to Her dish than just being hot. She has a Heart as big as that London clock and it chimes Love loud when Her little hand strikes twelve with his big hand. Rotating an earth size of feelings, strummed between their strings sing a pretty tune, like a ballerina music box. A sweet harmony that's candy to his ears, tasty, so he keeps craving for more. There's something in the cards so he wants to play the hand. Wedding band, boyfriend or bestfriend? Or could all three be in the plans? 
Questions and answers are soulmates, so together he hopes they guide him the right way.

Happy Mother's Day Miss Paris

....So from your Passion for fashion, unbiased and forever support, delicious sardine tacos, extreme cleanliness, tough, but Loving words of wisdom, sensitive and hard character, to your Midwest hustle and daily reminder of, "You're going to miss me when I'm gone."  Well, "You were right!!"

"Happy Mother's Day Mom"

Beep!! Beep!! Beep!! Beep!!.........."Please try your connection again"

The Stars used to dance like they had scarecrow legs, now they just stand against a stone wall motionless, like Women in high heels who complain their feet hurt. The sound of Her cute little Girl voice used to sparkle in his sky, like the 4th of July, now it just echoes between his ears, silent, like sign language kids. But far from a little Girl, She always kept his stick in high gear. Her grown Woman curves were perfectly perfect for his lust for speed, so he couldn't resist pushing Her limits. Heavy on the gas, the thrill of Her Pleasure was addictive. He became a junky for Her crack, and forced to go cold turkey only made him more of a junky with no real chance of rehab, desperately feigning for Her, like straight men willing to gender bend just to get a hit. It would take Rome in reverse to de-construct his desire for Her. She's the blueprint and bricks for the construction of his paradise. But in a cold hole he rests now, isolated from Her life, he sits and wonders what crime he committed. 

And as he glances at his gentle palms he sees no blood on his hands. The glove doesn't fit so he wonders, "What did I do to deserve this sentence of being disconnected?" Disconnected from a connection that made him feel electrically connected. Plump jolly Hearts once marched around his head, like toy soldiers, now they just sit in corners in a slump, like defeated veterans with no pension of attention. It's connection rejection, but how do you reconnect or can you? What are the steps of preparation for this delicious dish if the recipe was never written?

Quotes Of The Day....by Me

"I Envy Karma because it must be nice to always be right."

Crickets....Shhhhhhhhh!!

Mind full of crickets. Life ping's around, like a kid kicking a Coke can. The future of the invent is like an expecting Mom not wanting to know the sex on the ultra, "You never know what you're getting until it get's here." Thoughts all wrinkled, optimism is the maid that irons them out, fear is the mud that tries so hard to dirty them up again and again, but then faith is always the Tide that Surfs right in and cleans them Fresh, like lavender spring wind. Mornings bring new chances, evenings remind us to take full advantage of whatever's left in the rest of our 24, nights mean it's over forever and ain't no turning back. The jukebox only plays two tunes, happy or sad, so the song you sing should always be worth the quarters you spend. I Love the mood that the forest is in when flowers are blooming, "Silent and Beautiful," with Bambi skipping thru its bush not stressed because all the wolves have been humbled to puppies. The sun joins the party, so it shines down and dances across the grassy floor, like Sammy playing Bo Jangles on Broadway. An audience of chatty birds whistle and applaud from their branch seats perched high above in maple flavored pine trees looking down on chickens who've forgotten that they have wings and are too afraid to fly. Moving like a slinky, the water falls meeting the rest of its body in a pool big enough to hold its weight, causing a cool mist of spit to spray tired and parched leaves from all the bouncing around to the beat of a soulful breeze. This kind of mood is what silences the crickets and gives ink to a future that was once only just paper.

Quotes Of The Day....by Me

"I'm real gum right now, just trying to find a place where I can stick."

Quotes Of The Day....by Me

"I've got magic in my fingers, but not even I can pull a rabbit out your ass." 

Lady

Peering through the glass that separates their worlds, he's struck by Her speechless Beauty. Nose wide open and caught up in the potent scent of Her attractive maturity, he wears his emotions tight, like winter mittens, and like winter mittens he wants to keep Her warm. Superman with no cape, but he wants to rescue Her from the villains who aim to destroy Her faith in matrimony. Overcome with enamored aspiration for Her Hot Latin Couture since the day She was first conceived in the keys of his touch screen, he tries with lazy effort to dim the light of Her life that lights his screen bright, to avoid being blinded, but like a moth to a flame it only draws him nearer. Designed by God's divine hands, there's team spirit in Her knitting so in Her quilt is where he wants to be woven. And as She skillfully models all the colorful fabrics of Her life, like a storefront mannequin, without blinking or breathing one word of malicious malice, he adores Her character and marvels at Her fortunate figure on display. But She's more than just a figure on display, She's a portrait of Pretty Passion on display. A Woman of a few words, but even in silence She speaks loud wisely, giving Her a voice that speaks his language fluently. Staring through the pane with compassion for Her pain, he dreams of breaking the pane, jumping inside Her space and taking the pain away. A fan of Her fashion, but he's more than just a window shopper peering through Her window, he's a shopper peering through Her window shopping for that priceless wardrobe designed by Cupid called "LOVE."

Quotes Of The Day....by Me

"If you make your company for sell, don't get mad when they stop wanting to pay for what you're sharing and start liquidating all your time, walking out on the bill and choosing to spend their riches their way because your stock to them isn't worth what it used to be."

How To Rob Successfully

In 211 I plan to rob the world of its eyes, "Hands up I said!!" Open up your minds and give me all your attention. I want the support and the non support, Yep!! give me that too. And if you even try to hate I won't hesitate to shoot you in the Heart with this Love.

"Success is not a crime so I have plenty of faith that I'll beat the case."

"Order In The Court Damn It!!"

‎....So a judge and jury is to decide whose pen it is, but with Smith in hand the man who truly owns the deed to truth could actually wear the robe himself, bang the mallet and be his own twelve, making sure that the verdict ain't tampered with. But is the perp, the suspect, worth the concurrent the man would have to spend in a six by eight, thinking bout what he did if he flips and says, "Fuck the Law!!" and starts to serve and protect himself? Justice is blind, but not when the bitch is peeking through the blindfold. The harlot can be a real dream wrecker, making the man want to key Her bench up and scratch Her eyes out so that She has no choice but to see things blind.

Quotes By Others That I Like

"When you need me, but do not want me, then I must stay. When you want me, but no longer need me, then I have to go." -- From the movie "Nanny McPhee"

Goliath Who?

Flying high in the middle of a low season, but ain't no low low enough to keep the looming lion below the medium of mediocre, migrating toward that golden tower of redemption. Grandstanding amongst men of matter who have truly never ever mattered, is a vision of victory that plays over and over in a head already full of dreamy scenes. I am Spartacus, and every other medal of honor gladiator fighting rat faced weasels in the shady arena of cutthroat where the Heartless bleed dry and the soulless perish, lost, aimlessly roaming with no life, like horror flick zombies. I am a dagger with concrete courage and my sword shall swing swiftly, cutting off the heads of coonish thieves who steal from the mouths that feed them. It's a war against betrayal and deception. 

Load the catapult of payback with raging fire and deep desire to win, then aim for that historical place high up in the top ranks of human hierarchy and just let go. Child of a drop out, but I myself refuse to be left out. Cross reference the lessons of life learned against the lessons of life taught to find a place in that center circle of earned success. And I shall always teach myself whenever the substitutes with no class, impersonating teachers, fear the student and whose lesson plan is only to hold them back.

Mission is to fly space high, even when the plan made has been meant to keep things grounded. Father of fearless emotions, but the inner junior still feels around fragile and timid sometimes, too afraid of becoming a senior who still not knoweths how to feel like a grown up. I don't wanna grow up, but I can't always be a Toy's R Us Kid, so I'll hold my nose and eat my wisdom even when the taste of it is hard to swallow, like NyQuil. Every breath spent is a brawling bout with life. And at the moment I am at a crossroad fighting for "Right." Across a stained oak conference table, dividing good verses evil, before me sits a three headed serpent with plastic fangs, but there's no poison in its bite, it's just a poison of life. So with fate tightly clutched in the palms of my fist I will reach across the fort of pressed wood and with my talented hands snap its fake light. Chin up, hand on my hip and foot on its back, gold colored doves will sound the horns, cuing the applause and I shall then humbly rejoice in the sweet victory of its slaying.  

Quotes Of The Day....by Me

"Some peoples aspirations really are to be clouds because they Love nothing more than to rain on your parade."

"She...."

"....So just now, at this very moment I needed a pinch of joy in my life, a taste of how happy heaven would be if I had wings, so as a means of instant gratification and satisfying my craving.....I thought about You."

There's A War Going On Within

The greatest war a man could ever fight in is a war against himself. His enemy and his alliance both lie within. Beneath his skin is the armor that either saves him or makes him very vulnerable to defeat. The hunter or the hunted. Being ambushed or doing the ambushing determines victory or waving the white flag. The Art of self; the strategy for winning is a tactic so complex, even for Sun Tzu. With faith as the ammo, a Japanese pilot's soul and Rambo's Heart, The true trooper will always battle on. 

Loyal To Her Royalty

His life with Her is only in the keyboard of phones, which is why every night before he says goodnight, he prays for a life that makes Her his wife; one that's lived outside of phones and inside of a Huxtable-family kind of home. He envies the tattooed vine that grows along Her side because he wishes he could be that close to Her. Focused on Her hand, he notices that a permanently inked ring already sits upon the finger meant for marrying, but She swears it can easily be removed. A Midwest Gal with sin city dreams, sprouted from the soil of the "Show Me" state, so he challenges Her, "Show me!!" Whether already spoken for or just held in place with a promise, to him She's Royal. A Queen named King, but it's more than just a maiden, because Her power rules and has him loyal, wanting to kneel before Her feet, praying that She someday knights he.

Patrón Night Gibberish

Scrap the pages of the past to refresh an aging memory in the present about a time when life's mood was insane, like a Cypress Hill Mane. Boy, sure glad those days are now a fade. Fast forward to a new maze. Social surfing on a Sunday night, Sunday night with Baby, living round in a cramped space, like triplets in Mommas stomach before their birthday, where human birds kissed by the bright starlight sing songs that entertain the Cupid vein and make the soul dance, like Marvin did when he was sexual healing. Struck by matter, clutched close by a Dame as if Louis V was my name. I was Her Pepé and She was my Penelope, but I wanted more than just to pet Her Pussycat.

Black and white, like Tyra Banks, She's a Compton Kid cultured over the years; A little Hood and a little Brentwood, Her life's a Hybrid between the haves and have not's, I call it "Ratchet Class!!" And judging by all the scars in Her convo She must have had nine lives because She hasn't rolled over yet. Pitching Her sell better than a door to door man, She was real psychic about our connection, She said Her palms read a long prosperous future, one that included me, so I fashion my face with a pair of fogged frames to prevent staring at the mistresses of distraction. And not because I'm sold, but to be afforded a better look, to see if I agree with what She's reading. Pipe dreams afloat, parading around a chaos of cobblestone, like a Clydesdale in Downtown STL. Free thinkers with kush for brains crowd a patient pair of ears talking gibberish with conviction, that even babies can't comprehend. Like said before, "It's a Maze," confused and dazed It's a bitch trying to find a way round it.

The Prequel Of "Us"......

Lost in the Heartbreak-Outback for far too long, the boomerang of steamy attraction has finally made its way back home. Two Indigenous Romantics from a nation of Love with Hearts the size of Africa, defy the lies about Love being overrated and non existing. Stubborn and mute to all the Heartless ideas and opinions of those who have no clue about how happiness should be colored inside. This rambling is swiftly ignored, like men who are told, "Talk to the Hand" by sassy ass Black Women. Focused on paying no mind toward demons inspired to feed on their lives, they've both fought the wolves with strong will to not be stripped of their souls and left with only lonely bones, as they tracked on thru the fierce foliage of dating disappointment. With many paths to choose from, somehow they ended up in the same direction, with the same direction. Both stumbling upon that Passionate place to populate those territories where affection cultivates. This is why juicy Romantic novels can't sit still on Barnes and Nobles bookshelves; because everyone Loves a story that ends well. Real close friends with the wind, but neither one of them could have ever sensed what was to blow in. Ears closely glued to the signs, but neither of them could have ever heard what was being said. Life to Life, how they live is something only time can tell. This is the prequel of "Us"......

Close Encounter Of The Love Kind

Vine, grape, then wine, they get better with time. Below Her window he stands with a guitar in hand, a one man band singing a pitchy, acoustic, slow version of "How much I Love You" and for no particular reason why, he just wants Her to be reminded of why. And perched upon Her window, Beautiful and shimmering in Her colorful splendor, She chirps with an Angelic voice, balancing out their harmony because She likes to back him up. From gloomy gray to bright blue white, Her smile re-paints his sky. And he is the ray of light that pierces thru Her life's darkest moments. Studied and prodded by experts, they are the future and the formula for Love. Together the seasons change; Winters become Sensual Summers and Rain Storms become Hugging Heat Waves. Inspired by their Romance the Universe politely grabs Space by its belt for a dazzling slow dance to comets ah crooning and asteroids ah whistling, rotating in reverse, dipping into a perfect pirouette, their Love is out of this world. Shaking up the norm of how the earth usually quakes, the ground now moves when they move because it too wants to follow in their footsteps. Vine, grape, then wine, they get better with time.

Kong and The Dame

He let the King swing between Her limbs, like Tarzan, and now She wants to cage him, like Kong. Angry Barons can't stand to see Her in the palm of his hand so they spend their air trying to shoot him down, but this ain't no movie because in the end the Beast stays on top and the Beauty he wins. Activists against happiness, wander about all confused by how in the hell it is She tamed the animal with just a stick; but it's the trust and respect that makes it more than just a stick. Predicted by scholars and recognized by scientists, this is the future and the formula for Love. And If Nostradamus was Cupid then it would be written. If their meeting had a name it would be "The Big Bang;" Two stars sharing one space, hugging high in a universe of Passion. This Romance is cosmic!!

Quotes Of The Day....by Me

"Moments is the canvas, and Joy, Pain, Love, Hate, Happiness, Humor and every other emotion are the colors that makes us art....So Paint On!!"

Awake Dreaming

He writes Her name in his sand and prays that the tide never washes it away because with Her he hopes to build a sturdy castle, the kind that never crumbles, even when the wolves try hard to blow it away. While on his journey to ride off into that perfect sunset, He's surfed many seas, but none have ever calmed the ripples in his dreams the way She calms the ones that wave around the hull of his Heart. In a lineup of many he chooses Her, but is he foolish for his choice? Questioning the future is a curious thing and not weak self esteem, so he ponders, like scientists over premature theories. She's moved him without busting a sweat, like Starving Students. He's got plans and they include Her, so there's no need for a prenup because She equals half of him. "The breeze that swept him lightly, warm and cuddly," is just a summary of his fantasy, but is She the whole plot? Is She the end and where the new begins? Can they shower with their clothes on and it not matter how soggy they look, just as long as they're soggy and close? Can he fuck Her and She know that he's really making Love to Her? This is not a game, but the questions are hunting for answers. Two Hearts on two different roads trying to merge lanes, but it's only One Way He'd to like to roll, so he's hoping She's down to carpool.

Nightly Happenings

Out the window bright eyes gaze at the land of "All Things Are Promised," but only with promise. Morning mist coats the glass; life's been crying outside, makes you wonder what happened during the night. Using a soft tip finger to pencil the letters of Her name in the sweaty pane, it's an expression of joy and not one of pain, and also just sure way for Her to remain, permanently! Making Her Stained Glass on the mirror of the man in the mirror. Bonnie and Clyde, but bullet proof. Sid and Nancy, but with a Love addiction, and with intimate stabbing, not vicious stabbing. The sound of Her smile pops loud in the square where thoughts hide, like a Jack-n-Box, drowning out the steam that the tea pot sings. Dreams of happy couple scenes written on the brain ring and ring, like Salvation Ladies. Again, what happened during the night? Maybe the moon fell in Love with the thought of knowing that the sun will always show up. Maybe the clouds did a little venting or the stars had so much fun skipping across the sky that they sparkled until they wailed up all teary inside. Or!!, maybe the future got so overwhelmed with excitement about what's to come between two mates sharing souls, that it burst thunder with emotional rain. Whatever happened during the night, hope it happens again every night.

"Together"

Shot after shot, holding the bar on his shoulders, like the Atlas Man; toasted off fermented agave, he gets lost in a world of thoughts full of Her. Lungs heavy with emotion, Love is in the air, but is it being breathed deep enough? Or is it just another exhale moment waiting to be exhaled? Day dreams of finger fondling in summer settings where fields of lavender and yellow lilies camouflage their fertile bodies, like big cats hiding in tall weeds waiting to pounce upon passing prey. Nose to nose, close cuddling on a pallet made of soft silk and freshly knitted alpaca. Hands raised heaven high, requesting that the sky turn the volume of the night up, so that they can slow dance laying down. With Her on Her side and Him spooning Her from behind, Hand on Her thigh, He moves Her hair to the side pecking Her neck with slow kisses while She grinds Her ass against his waistline. They roll around on a mattress of grass stuck together, like lint. Two peas in a pod creating a blanket of affection, warm enough to sweat out the chills of all those who came before and left things a little cold. Up the Hill, Jack and Jill, the same way they go up, is the same way they'll come down, "Together."

Paranormal Love

In a room full of demons, but nothing about Her scared me. She spoke and I hung on Her every word, like Christians and their Bible. I admire the Love She has for Her father and wanted to mimic his soul, so that I too I could feel that kind of forever Love. Her Super Natural is contagious and with Her I never want to be immune. All Good in Her Hair, tangled in the coarse curls of Her life, my soul is Relaxed and I am more than ready to fight and defeat any and all suitors with the power of seventy people, emerging as Her one and only "Champi-Man." Dreaming isn't just meant for sleeping and Wishing isn't just meant for cakes with candles, so consecutively I'll do both with Her....to make sure I double my chances.

Mini-Thoughts

Hands tied, it's a struggle to walk away from them. Tortured by hurt and held hostage by the familiar routine of dealing only with them. Their lies become terrorist, blowing up the very foundation that once stood strong. Down, but not out, fighting for life with one breath left, we use it to pray for the Heart's hero, "LOVE" to fly on in and rescue us.

"Pinocchio"

 So here's a song I wrote for a Woman to sing. Tell me what you think.

Intro:

Til death do us part, not if the truth does it first

First Verse:
I can patch the scar of daddy
Being lame
Bear the faces of fake friends
But the truth of how you really feel
Is a pain too painful to feel

Chorus:
You were never any Romeo
Just another Pinocchio
So let your nose grow
Cause I'd rather hear you lie, than to hear your hurting truth,
than to hear your hurting truth

Second verse:
Was taught by the Preacher Man
Thou shall not lie
but is there sin in hearing them
My Heart's my religion
so for it
I'll be a hypocrite

Chorus

Bridge:
You sprinkled me with your dust, made me your tinker bell
But in the end
it was just a fairytale.

Chorus Repeat

More than a Facebook comment.....

"....And so he glances, blessed with the sensitive hands of a caring Veterinarian whose Heart beats for mending fractured quills, for he too, knows what it is to be temporarily flightless. And with the air from his very own lungs he will be the light wind that lifts you to the Heavens where the clouds express how much they miss you and peers who look for you to lead the flock, can again celebrate the rise of their Angel............Fly On!!" --Me

Hooked Or Not Hooked?

Is it lust or the lure of Love trying to hook me, like a Deadliest Catch Cast? Is She the stream and I the Salmon trying to fight my way in Her life, in order to have life? Spawning a future full of amazing moments is why I toss my line out and patiently wait for Her to swim my way, but luck must have missed the boat because so far it's just me and my pole spinning line. Is She really the great catch or just another pocket feeder Kat, only to be thrown back?

Disappointment Redemption

Is there a goon in the room or just a vacuum? Is it the mind or the conscience, or the conscience or the mind playing tricks? Making the see-er think that what's being seen, is what's being seen? Resurrected attraction chimes melodic in the wind. The sky opens up pouring a valley full of feelings. The Heart shifts in its safe, being moved around by a gentle thief with a perfect touch, trying to steal it. And a welcomed robbery at that, because it's been insured, but is the emotional premium worth the hike in price if it's all just an accident? Fear only scares those who can't see the light when it's dark, so the soul turns on its night vision to see what's possible, past the impossible and it's possible. When it hurts good it hurts good, but it's confusing when pain decides to dress in "hurts good" clothing, Deceiving!! And so comes the illusion; things appear the same, but don't feel the same. Multiple veins merged as one vein is how the flow should go. Peck slow kisses and soft fingertip affection tickles the tension, making the longing to bond bodies a conviction, but don't mistake Passion for a crime, the crime is in having no Passion. It's disappointment redemption. What you see is what you get, so "Fuck off" mind and just be happy with what you see.

Mysterious Intentions

The mystery of someone's intentions is always the best part of getting familiar. If they like you, Love you, lust you, or just wanna friend zone you. What they see in you that you don't see in yourself or what they see in the two of you when you're used to just seeing for one of you. In the dark trying to find the switch, either you find the light or bang the hell out of your toes being clueless.

Two Halves Make All Things Whole

Her better half is what he wants to be. Somewhere Romantic, all coupled up and all cuddled up, with both feet barely buried in warm sand doing a toes tangle dance, while counting Heart shaped stars in a purple sky and listening to Purple Rain is how close to Her he wants to be. Asking without asking, he asked Her if She'd fight for him and not physically, but mentally because to him it would mean that Her feelings for him are just as strong as his feelings for Her. Together they make a great team, but can they play together happily without hating each other regretfully, indefinitely? Day and Night, his dreams fill fat with gorgeous visions of Her. Instead of sheep, he counts each moment that She's ever made him think happy, so in a letter he wrote before he slept he spoke, "I want more of you to count, so please wake me when you're ready to build a fort of those forever memories."

P.S.

"He Likes Her"

The Sound Of Music

There is nothing like the sound of Woman. And I don't mean the actual sound of sound, I mean the soothing sound of pure Womanhood. The loud tone of maturity is melodic!! Woman's wisdom is music to the ears, but only to those who appreciate this kind of symphony. Without Her, there would just be silence. The Heart would be flat, just a mute trying to read signs. New school or Old school you can find Her being played on every dial, but only the classics get their volume turned up. The Opera of relationship would be emotionless. The Gospel wouldn't be felt, feelings would just be hypocrites. 

So to the super producer producing this soulful rhythm that prevents our world from being full of noise, I am your biggest fan, your groupie with no plans of ever smearing your name or pirating your fine work. But I do have one request, keep composing your sweet serenade Miss Lady because not only me, but life is listening and it will applaud you with glued hands, giving you that eternal Standing O for as long as you're in the business of commanding the stage and giving "You" your all. "Success is your baton, now conduct the orchestra."

Epiphany #11

Hmmmm.........I just realized after all this effort put forth that sometimes you just gotta let them fall in Love with you. Put your best foot forward and trust that they'll like the steps you've been taking, and that they'll catch a sick fetish for your fashion of footwear. If not, then walk away, don't stand around on your heels until your soul is tired and worn out, just give'em the boot. Have faith in knowing that there's no one else who could ever fill your size. And when you decide to lace up again, make sure you've dusted all the smudge off clean because no one likes a person who wears dirty shoes.

Mini-Thoughts

"Breakout your ego duster, your Windex for seeing the fake clearly, your Comet for scrubbing away the evil, and your Pledge for bringing out the shine because it's soul cleaning time. The amount of change found between the cushion of our lives always makes us that much richer."

Something's In The Wind

Success is in the wind, like pollen, and only those allergic will be allergic. Hand on my Heart, facing the task with no pride, I promise to wear a permanent smile, like a Special Olympic Child. Aint no mountain high enough and Aint no barrel low enough for me to ever use the backs of others to climb my way up. The rise to the top isn't valuable if you don't earn your wings. Born to fly, I must have been a Wright Brother in my first life, so it's only right that I be a Right Brother in my current life. Dreams busy dreaming overtime, dreaming loud as Martin's speech, but turning the other cheek to get more sleep is lazy, enough's enough, it's time to pound the streets, take action and make dreams happen "By Any Means," like Malcolm preached. Success is in the wind so put your finger to it, channel Nike and 

"JUST DO IT."

Your Morning PSA

Women may not have "D$%KS" between their legs, but some of them act real cocky when they get a new man, and that's cool, but you might wanna make it last a while before you brag, unless you like the taste of foot in your mouth? Because let's be honest, it's in our nature (some men) to disappointment. This has been your Morning PSA or if that's to vulgar "WSA."

"My Sis...Just feeling some kind of way..." by Miranda Bowden

Miranda Bowden

I remember the way you laugh because mine sounds so familiar. I remember the way you smile because I scrunch my nose the same and my eyes squint. I remember the look on your face when you contemplated a question or thought, because we all look dazed or confused when we are deep in thought. I remember the arguments, the debates on topics that would never affect us. We were bull headed and stubborn and cut from the same cloth. I remember the flighty feeling you described. So much like your mother, knowing you would never settle long. I remember laughing at the jobs you would take for some reason or another or just because you could. I remember you calling me “big silly” because I was always smiling. I never let anyone still my shine. You made me promise. You made me swear. I remember the day we walked for hours and you told me life held no secrets, only the truths I wished to keep from myself. You asked me what made me “me”. I couldn’t answer just then and I never had a chance too. I remember you pushing my munchkin on the swings and teaching her the feeling of flying. She loved your embrace. She misses your face. When did you leave me? When did I cry? When was the day I would say you died? Tears flow when I think of my words scrawling across a page, knowing you would stay up late and read my stories like they were your own. I smile at your thoughts, I cry for my own self loss. I’m selfish when I remember why I wish you were here. Today is one of those days. I woke up wondering what my next step was, rather than feeling the freedom of just taking it. Tomorrow is my destiny because I would rather have today to remember yours! I miss you sis!

Being Blind Is Really Seeing

The best way to see Love is to be blind, and not the Ray Charles still feeling wrist kind of blind, but the put physical appearance-reliance out of mind kind of blind. What you see is what you get, but if you look beyond the surface of things there's always more to see. Turn your eyes off and try more listening. Have real faith in what you're feeling, and trust that even a dog will lead you in the right direction.

One Way

For the most part, Love is a one way street that you hope someone makes a wrong turn, in the right way, toward your way. Or that they ignore the signs that someone else has posted and decides to drive your way. Either way you should always keep driving toward destination, "Loving Way."

HBO "His Beauty Ode"

He wanted Her to be his Sloan, but it seemed like She wanted someone with an Entourage, someone who screams loud about their Gold. Patience is a virtue, so he was all for the taking it slow, but he's no Turtle, just a man who didn't mind hurdling a few hurdles. He thought She was worth his Chase, but not worth the Drama of trying to keep a straight face, while others kept winning Her race. Sunrise to sunset he fantasized about being Notebook emotional with Her; August sensitive and touchy-feely, like X head's jacked up on E. Used to only Street Love, She called him gay for listening to Lloyd, but if She only knew, She'd know, that he was just trying to teach Her Lessons in Love.

"Be Not......" by Keanna Nicole Bonner-Lewis

Keanna Nicole Bonner-Lewis

Be not my selfish Lover. Spread yourself all over me, make your presence known fore I am not shy nor shame faced. Who can bring shame to me? Give air to this broken vessel. Share a peaceful song with me, and when our song is over, fly far away.

If I Only Had A Dorothy....

She asked if I was some sort of Wizard the way I was passing out Heart. I told Her no, but with a little courage in me I could be Her L. Frank Baum and show Her the way to Oz where a little brain could send Her Somewhere Over the Rainbow. She smiled, clicked Her heels and eased on down the road. Leaving me with a stiff axe and having to oil my own Tin Man. If I only had a Dorothy who'd walk my brick road.......

Jazmine Sullivan - Holding You Down (Goin' In Circles)

She's done it again and I Love it!!

Now, a really good friend of mine argured that I'm just a die hard Jazmine Sullivan fan so She believes I will Love anything Miss Sullivan does, well not true because I'm a big Spike Lee Fan and I had some creative dislikes about his last movie. (I won't mention the name of it because I want you to Google it and still support) So fan or no fan I will do my best to always avoid man's greatest weapon "LIE." With that said, I Love the energy of this song, it feels good and once again Jazmine's talent is pie for the ears. Sing On Jaz!!!

Being You Is An Art, So Paint Honest

My First Painting

Into the glass we look, arguing with the mirror of life about who we wanna be, like parents and teens disagreeing. Some of us are just grown-ass, lazy teens with bad life-ethic, thinking we can cheat being unique by shaping our mold like the molds of others, which in the end is how we come out all ugly and warped.Trying to fool the GodCasso that we're art is an insult to the painter who created painting, and who can spot a knock off; a fake, faster than counterfeit cops tipped by a snitch. It's much more wiser to face the flaws in our own reflections than to exist in the shadow of someone else's darkness, so be you, all of you and not just a shell of you.

"Family"

"Family"........By definition; An institution living under one roof deriving from common stock, united by certain convictions or a common affiliation, "A fellowship." Family is the foundation by which many of us remain stable, be it mentally, physically or financially; we are honestly supposed to be each others back and not each others stab in the back. It is strength in numbers not strength in a number. Foreigners with a hunger for furthering the advance, set out to foreign lands with only one plan, sacrificing for their lambs. Whether directly, extended or married in, names may change and not always be spelled the same, but the blood in the veins remains the same. There is no I in team yet we continue to keep trying to spell it that way. Family is a syndicate, "A Mafia," so crime should never be internalized. It's Family not "Fam Me!!" There will always be battles, and "Things" will always try hard to come between, but in the end there should always be Peace so that the little ones underneath understand how to be a "Family." 
R.I.P GrandDaddy Leon

Thank You With Love For The Love

So as you all may know I just had a birthday because each of you wished me a happy one. And as my born day ran its course, and as I downed two for one drinks at Sharkeez for about ummm....four hours straight, it dawned on me, while I was still sober, how much of a fan I have truly become of the simple things. Some of you know me personally and some of you know me socially, but for those who don't, I've done a few things, been a few places and shook a few hands in this short (and literally short) but bountiful life of mine. You can call it getting old, getting wiser, cultured or all of the above, well I call it "Getting Real Simple!!" Too often we get lost in riding the waves of someone else's belief when truthfully we don't even like surfing. With that rambling said, "I Thank You All For The Kind Birthday Wishes," which were the most priceless expressions of the simple things that anyone could ever spend on me and I appreciate y'all for making it rain, but don't hesitate to send gifts next year Ya Digggg!!!!!......LOL

ONE4...I'M OUT!!!!

My Pilgrimage Itinerary To You

I have tears on my mind. My Joy for the journey is emotional. With faith on cruise control, it's a trip worthy of each droplet of sweat once the maneuvering of potholes in the pavement of life have been successfully navigated, where even the blind man who's too stubborn to see couldn't get off course. Be a sponge my kindred friend, so that you too may cleanse in the many miles of a glorious pilgrimage while traveling the open road toward a better self. But before setting out you mustn't be too vain to check yourself whenever a tuneup is needed. Make sure that the maintenance for the Heart's Love is changed regularly, so that it pumps forgiveness and compassion Lovingly throughout the soul of your vessel. Green light....Go!! God Speed is the speed that the odometer should read so don't be afraid to push the limit because you won't win the race if your spiritual petro is low. But be careful, drive your drive with caution, false fantasies and the funk of failure sometimes like to dart across your lane, like white tail deer, testing your skill and confidence when it comes to dodging soul-killing obstacles.

Quotes Of The Day....by Me

"How is it that some people have a greedy ass appetite for being full of themselves when they've never digested one dish of substance, just a plate with a whole lot of junk?"

The Title Less Rant.......

....It's about how bright the memory is when the Color starts to fade. How funny the laugh is when the comedy isn't so belly-achingly humorous anymore. It's about how deep of an impression was left-imprinted on the fibers of emotional feelings, so that when the next key holder to the Heart's fortune is chosen, they aren't held responsible for what it is that the careless predecessor failed to execute. The rain may not always smell as fresh as it did at first drop, but it will always cleanse what needs to be cleansed when the face of trust is all dirtied with distrust. God's child; faith will wet its thumbs and cleanse the soul, like hygiene obsessive Mommies lathering the cheeks of anti-tidy babies.

"What is Love" by Brenda Perez

Brenda Perez

What is Love? It is one of the most valuable words in the world. As I sit here really trying to think of what it is, but I can't because its really that unexplainable. Love can be the most precious gift or the most toxic drug. Love can change you as a person for better, or for worse than better, but I still don't know If I can really sit here and tell you what it is. Love is one of those things that can be determined by an individual and an individual only. I have a Love hate relationship with the drug "Love". Stuck on it, it can heal you and make you feel so high, but it also can slowly destroy you. At times I felt like I knew exactly what Love was or what I wanted out of it, then the thought would quickly switch on me as if it never existed. I now feel the most important thing is to appreciate, accept and be happy with just being me; Loving myself fully before committing to Loving anything outwardly.

Epiphany #10

If you ask them "Who was that on the phone" and they say "Oh just my friend", but all their other friends have names whenever they speak of them? Then more than likely the person on the phone was more than just a friend.

The Silver Back Will Always Pound Its Chest.

It's funny how men never exhaust the bravado that paints the armor of their male ego thick, like primer paint on the chassis of badly repaired cars, over the course of their naturally lived lives. Leaving Subway with a veggie patty on omega nine, toasted and dry, in hand, I held the door open for an elderly Woman and Her elderly husband. And with one hand on His walker and the other held high to signal me, in a soft but aggressive voice, the elderly man politely, but firmly informed me, "I got it." The wife in elderly motion (which is a speed slower than slow motion) turned Her head and with a wrinkled smile blushed as if it were 1950 something all over again and they were a newly courting couple, after he had just earned the right of going steady with Her by out manning me. It was cute and sweet. No matter how old men get the Silver Back in us will always pound its chest.