Calientita

Calientita

Hola mami I love how them hips swing
You really know how to do the dam thing
Got my hypnotized
At the imprint of what’s between those thighs
We held hands as sex burned into the floor
Rain drops burned on contact with our skin
We traded places while in the river we swim
The river of sexual pleasure I captured you.
Hold you down and pound you from the back
Hold the back of your neck before the moan come through
We’re not equal in the sac
Your ride hanging off the side
Blood rushing, you love sex suicide
Cow girl let em hear you ride
As we only exist
In this tantric bliss
Calientita.

Getting it in

Getting it it

I can feel you
I tried not to really
The beauty that was your lips always seemed to grace my mind
I mean it felt like I knew you
Its kinda silly
But your spots I didn't have to find
Those personal thoughts we shared
The times you cried and I cared
Those stolen moments from the rest of the crowd
The moments you wanted to hurt so we both screamed loud
I remember them and that's why tonight we need to get it in

We need to make it official, to exactly what it is
Is it more than we both see
I know some have been put out there by me
I can eat that bite the bullet
Do we need to shift up our gears?
Of the clutch pull it
Just to get in

In those narrow minded sessions
Where our minds are the only protection
Where the doors of emotional close
Animistic nature is whats left to chance
Our No's and yes do a sentimental dance
Closed mouths don;t lead to a pleased owner
I didn't want to own her
Just get some time with her that's all
Guess we need to get it in, or at least i do to get this solved.

nodding off

She says I cheated on my husband with another man
I wanted to run from my husband as fast as I can
My weak legs wouldn't carry me
He beats me mentally
Torments me spiritually
Thats just what I can tellyou, the rest u can see
Eyes wonder, soul change
There is something strange
Going through her eyes, her minds burns
Reading through the scripted pages she learns
This was just a dream sequence in as the world turns.

I'm not just a poet

I'm not just a poet


I'm a man with a voice booming over speakers
Enough to rattle bodies and open peepers
I'm not just a poet who can press pen to paper
Put voices to words, tongue cuts like a razor
I'm not just a master of vernacular, a wizard with the flows
I can take you high at night like crows
With two lines from my dual layered book
Read Slowly, first three pages I swear you're hooked.

I'm not just a poet; I'm larger than life usually
My verbs and nouns flow fluidly
I'm not just a poet I'm a healer, I'm a brother, I'm a son
I'm a reader, a lover, a friend, I'm second to none
I'm not just a person who can put three lines together freely
The one who, talk slow secretly
I can manifest my plan at forever discreetly
My words are written closely, miss reading can be costly
Because just when you think you figured me you lost me
I'm not just a man, not just a son, but I'm a poet.

Jesus Said

Jesus said

Walking by the church Jesus said come in
“I can’t”
He stopped me from walking
Made me turn around
Doors opened with a thunderous sound
COME IN he commanded
I fell to my knees about to ask why
Light covered my eyes
I saw pimps who became preachers
Messengers who are rappers
Drug dealers undercover as teachers
Jesus said come in so he can show me
There is nothing he can’t see

Pencil

Simple subtle glances from our meals
Her grey eyes are giving me the chills
I disappear from your sight you peer into my book
To see sketches of her sexy look
She scribbled an address on the corner of the page
Packed and left quickly to set the stage.

My head spinning
Quickly had to make a decision
The book I'm gripping
My loins I give a listen

Scented candles from the hallway
My mouth dry, couldn’t bring my lips together to say
Open doors, music so light, let me in
Walking up she said “Time to begin"
"Sketch me artist, sketch me"

Now she’s in front of me covering up with a sheet she laid softly
On the bed
Arm on the side of her head
One leg on the other covered by the bed spread
Whispered moans at how free
She feels in front of me
"Touch me, Touch me"
She breathes

As a comfortable, uncomfortable heat rises
My pencil hits the paper, the sheet slips from her shoulders
I finally get to see her smooth brown skin
I reached over to stroke her face
Moved the hanging hair
The pencil moves, the sheet does to
She says touch me, my hands slides over her torso

I sketch with fever in my blood
Wanted so bad to get a view of her love
The pencil jets to the covers of her hips
Sheet falls to the floor, she moans "feel me"
Clear fluid coated in the inside of her thighs
The same was captured on the sketch
She's getting the chills from the breeze

On this moment I'm intoxicated by the highs
My fingers spread the lead for effect
Her fingers she lightly selects to press on her lips
Lightly sucking on the tips
My pencil outlines the muscles in her legs to her feet

From the side I see her hand disappear
Wet sounds and soft moans is all I hear
She continues like I'm not even there
I reach out slowly and my hand mimics her movement
Touching the back of her hand following the motion
She moves and lets me take charge, to tastes her fingers
Sucking slowly the taste lingers
My fingers spread her lips
Middle one brushes against her clit
Then dips right in
Stand then bend
To where she gets hot
She clenches her thighs tight when I hit the g-spot
Pleasure filled pain expression
Look better than any sketched in expression.

Old Baggage

Old Baggage

The year is 08 all that segregation is closed
Black woman let random ish go to their head
There’s another white chick taking a good black man
But black man was trying to get at you last weekend
You turned him down, so he is supposed to wait for love?
If a white man turns his head
Your face turn red
Then you his black charm
So its okay for you to do it?
Later with that old baggage shit
This is not the 50’s love doesn’t have a color
If he fall in love with a different race pray for the brother
That his love goes deep
People gonna love until you wake up from your sleep
Because no one sweating you cause you think you all that
Happiness, open minded is where it’s at
See the canvas as plain
With all the colors of the rainbow, never washing away in the rain
I feel your black woman’s pain
So white girls make a plan to get a black man
Stop leaving him out there, stop playing
Get serious, if he serious about you
Got so much game with you
That’s why he never looked back at you
He was ready for the seriousness
A Sunday afternoon or a spring tryst
He wanted a chance at forever, not a club hit
Next week no one feeling it
He wanted Sunday brunch, Saturday picnic
Not arguments or a woman terrorist
That doesn’t have a color
Don’t carry the baggage of your ancestors hate
If you’re patient enough to wait
Then a colorless love will find you to
If you only stayed in one lane and then do you
The street is four lanes, none for loading
Love yourself first, love for others means no self loathing.

4play

4play

Stolen Kisses in the morning
Distracting you while secrets notes make it in your bag
"What’s better than sex when its pouring?"
A question you don’t have to ask
Your favorite breakfast at your desk
Everything how you like, don’t worry about the rest
Pink & green roses loiter in your office space
Man I love looks like these on your face
Anonymous text messages, "loving how you look in your shirt"
Nervously you flirt
You look sexy in those high heel boots
Making you hot all day took many recruits
Telling you how hot it would be to bend you over the desk
Slap that ass while you grab the arms rest
How about how hot it would be
If I got under your desk secretly
Make you get off
Until your panties get wet & soft
Until that day dream earned its cost

Around 2pm I want you to break
Touch yourself until your legs shake
Then stop
Got sex in your nose even if your panties drop
Rattle off all the sexy things you can do
On the table in the board room
Open a button your blouse for access
Nipple pinching, text sex is the best
You're all into this mess
Want me to walk up and grab your hair
Grab your pair
Escort you to the land of pleasure
We go up and come down together
Elevator rides and career suicide
Has you coming down in the bathroom stall
Legs weak you trying not to fall
Wobbling to the computer where you plan to stay
This is the game we play, I won today, 4play

A moment to dream

A moment to dream

I dreamed
Last night
That today
Never happened
You never left
Your eyes weren’t red
The baby wasn’t gone
Nothing was as it seemed
Our hands were clasped tight
Whispered words we say
We were laughing
To our selves
Only glances few words said
Because nothing was wrong
The day was like any other
You had the sun in your face
Me on your hips
And good morning kiss from my lips

Brooklyn

Brooklyn

On the street break dancer’s up rock
To “Breathe & stop”
On a cardboard box
A girl spins with total chaos
As the rugrats play tag & Double Dutch
Stick ball & starksy & hutch
Cans spray water freely
Sketch boys get ready for a throw up spree.
Trains ride pass everything still the same
Old school hustlers kick the youngins out the dice game
Gumby haircuts cross colors, and guess jeans
8 Ball & Bomber jackets were a broke kids dream
African medallions and “X” caps
“wassup son, where black at?”
On corner Bodega’s old ladies pass out fliers
Drug dealers get re-fills from suppliers
Starter Jackets, hat and champion jersey’s are in
Everybody got a fresh sneaker from Jordan
Wake up when Dorothy screamed “BROOKLYN”

Curious white girl

Curious white girl

She asks to transfer to the inner city school
People stare cause she a new fool
She walks cautiously through the halls
She wanted to see how the other half lived
Eventually got spoken to by a group of kids
“whats ya name, ya story, where ya live?”
Serenity, just move here, North West
They sized her up, tried to intimidate
She thinking “bitch don’t hate’
Trying to soak herself in she followed them around
Tried to jam to the African sounds
She asked so many questions
Left a curious impression
She wanted to be down so bad
She begged and begged her dad
For dollars for clothes
Curious white girl turned out & exposed
As a get wit, wanna be
Hoodie.

Master of the Heart

Masters of the universe, preasents to the heart
We Make love in poverty while we submit to the art
Words over yellow sheets of paper, ink from bar-b-que coal
We bringing in rain water to fill the toilet bowl
When the chips are down and no one else is there
I look to the side and see that you still here
We collaborate over moonlight baths and Summer Showers
We master each others domain, together we're the mega powers
Each thursdsay we get clean and show up to perform
daps, hugs and handshakes there we have it going on
No one knows our struggle for anything in the world
On this night we're the above average boy & girl
Just here to host and show the world we can make it
The world is ours we just have to take it.

As the words cross your plump lips and rest comfortable in my ears
They remind me of the first time I herd you speak those words into life
They startled and shook my peers
I knew I needed to have you as my wife
Your words beckoned me to seek you
Now my heart is yours and I've mastered yours to.

We

I remmeber when we turned each other on
I reached over to you and fumbled with your buttons
In an Instant you were born
The light shined in your eyes
The thoughts crept into my mind
Seemed like I knew you
Those noises you made in my ears when I would move
When my hands rubbed in your groove
You sat there now knowing what to do
I was feeling you vibrate at the bridge
We met at the conclusion
With our own mix of sweat, I called it sweet fusion
We are music and poetry

Fools Gold

Fools Gold

The Wise man spread his fingers so chnage a can fall in the spaces
The death of man was the seperation of races
By religion, colors, and creed
The same colors seeps from our pours when we bleed
Fools gold was place in the socialist society
Decided before there was an idea of me
Now we bend to our knee to pray to our GOd for relief in the economy
When we don't own dollars we pray for sense
Now pennies are more common than 25 cents
Fools gold is in trust of a power who is not real
They telling us who to fear and how we should feel
When true lies have dictated the path of the nation
Fools Gold has decided the worth of a nation

I mean

I Mean

I mean I wasn;t ready for her, but I was
She kisssed me openly stroked my fuzz
She looked longing and deeply in my eyes for answers
I was cold
As a person battling two cancers
When no form of survival
My strokes were hard and bold
So she can remember me
I was a rival
To her own sense of who and what loves her
But she let me in again and again
Against her better judgement and my own fears
We made sex exciting
Passion enduring
In that instant we both became a friend
Or at least she did
I mean

Never Die

Never Die

Have you ever seen some one die?
Have you ever cried so many tears that you cant cry
Your eyes turn blue and you look empty
I wonder if who ever is reading this is feeling me
Have you ever seem the grim reaper walk along with you?
He taunting you like rival crew
That he has control over the destiny
I ask him how much is left of me?
I cried so many tears
I hurt for so many years
Tears dropped enough to fill rivers
They are cold like 1000 Alaska winters.
I am angry, Im hurt, my spirit is damaged.
And I wonder HAVE YOU SEEN THE FACE OF A.I.D.S?
Have you been to Africa and seen the people
Its like journalism raids
And dam why do, people have to get so much evil
People you have to realize that these legends never die,
Yes they are legends and their soul will fly

I watch a legend Die over a lifetime
I tried to capture the images in lyric and rhyme
Nah I am not totally talking about Africa but right here at home
If I was a king, I wouldnt want to sit on the throne
And Stand over top of this madness
This isnt home of pure bliss
This is Hell Fuck reality
I hate when people, try to play it off and smile at me
I seen my hero down and out and dam if I never cried
When I saw her in the coma I wanted to commit suicide
A fear I couldnt hide
Cause Money and other shit mean shit to me
Im a old soul struggling to be free.
I seen the face of A.I.D.S. and I dont like the look
I wish I could turn back the hands in Gods book
I mean I understand he has his reason and thats all good
But why not knock off them people to wish no one any good
Why not bring back the true angels for another run
I mean for me none of this suffering is fun.

I hate to see people die or close to death, for real
I mean dam, I dont even want to eat a meal
You know what people tell me?
No worry these people never D-I-E
Fuck that I dont want to hear your logic
Im on it
I am going to tell you the truth that they fail to say
Sometimes you need to sit down and cry once a day
Just to get through the rest
You try and pray, you want to say God bless
But you cant wrap your lips around it
So many people in the world suffering, and you cant stop it
Why does it have to be this way?
There is so much more I want to say
I am sprouting tears even though I know it okay
Or is it?
I admit it
If I had the power suffering wouldnt be an issue
I mean some one has to suffer, hold fast let me grab a tissue.
To balance to world off, people have to suffer a little bit
With A.I.D.S. thats some thing I cant get with
I refuse to look I renounce my claim
I refuse to accept my name
I want to be known as an unknown until we got a solution for this

Feels good

Feels good

When that blade cut my wrist
And blood drips out
When I'm close to passing out
Sure I won't be missed
People won't shout
They'll be in utter shock
Cause I'ma rise from the coldstone block
Walk around and tell you How good it feel

Feels good when words flow from my pen
Like a puzzle they always fit inconsanents and vowels, make words
Pronouns and suffixes, mixed with conjunctions
They operate as function
To take on the world and beyond
Don't have to be privy to what's going on
Just know the finish product feels good
As it should

That walk in the park
A touch of your hand
Your lips on my neck
Its almost dark
Says the disappearing sand
Its right to the sec
But this time with you is fleeting
A Solace I was needing

So good is the way you make me feel
The ice across my lips that chill
The sounds coming out of my speakers
The feeling of your pronounced features
The plan of one night
The resurrection of a new day
The innocent sounds of childs play
And there is no love in the ghetto neighborhood
Everything else feels good.

Man Oh Man

I remmeber when i use to hold you
Kiss you, miss you
sleep beside you
Then dream of you
Wake up to see my dreams come true
I never cried but I came close with you
I never needed but I came close with you
I never bleed but I came close with you
Now I am back and I have returned to my previous form
I have learned to love me and now I'm reborn
I am back to who I used to be after the way you mistakenly
Dropped me and you out of sights
we used to shine in our own light
Make the stars and the moon just a little bit more bright
Now we are on opposite sides of the mirror looking at reflections
One side says no, the other say yes, and its' for protection
I push and pull for no one I left them be the jury
I never be the judge, So don't wonder about me
its not dirty its a pure, poetical, potent, potion
It's Spring

Still Dreaming

Still Dreaming

I'm still dreaming of you as I scribble across my brain
I remmeber when your fingers followed the vein
Right across the center
And sent a vicious shiver
Right through my body, Head to toes
Straight out is the way the liquid flows
I know all about love TKO's
That's why I am still the winner
In the sweat of summer or the sweat of winter
We sweat at night in july or night in December
Like you did when you were there the other night
Skin so smooth glow so bright
As we entangled in midnight delight
I doubt I am still dremaing tonight.
cause If I am you are my sweet dreams
My frist of the month drug, yeah I'm a fiend
My desktop on my windows screen
You are my ringtone, the moan in my ear
You are my comfort when I fear
The first and last voice I hear...
Wake UP................

Full House

Full House

I followed that man too
A few blocks away
Surrounded by women
Laughing Hysterically
They were symbols of my muse
Poetry
The ink a mix of sweat, bile, blood
I seethe in my heart too
Her scent was Sweet and more than I can say
Vanilla Bean from her thighs in
Splack, splick, splack
Drops like wind on my skin
Over MyHead
In arms length the same fired rain
On the Skylight
As I sleep
With the crippling moon on my wall
Incriminating me
Consciously, unconscious