Valentine moments of clarity – the par score but I was aiming for eagles – flying through night lights of Atlanta.
Re route to the pink matter – giving you my honesty – hopefully you don’t see me as weak or emotional but as a masculine being.
Three knocks – welcome in with long furs – high heals –
Scented lotions on your thighs.
Blue bags and twelve long stems – Brazilian wax in areas for me gift wrapped – I want entire package…
Jamaican ascent naw – correction virgin island slim loving flavor ice cream with back rubs.
Happy Valentine’s for Life everyday – charming slow motion down moves – climax.
Pumpkin soup warms me re energize the wood tips – thanks for loving me. Indeed…………..winning.
Writers block – not – part of the plan nor the ideas of conversation spilling ink on my papers – word is bond metaphorically – I’d pause
Clocks ticking tock gripping notes post with tense ideas sparked under closed eyes lids – I started to drift on drafts – pause
Cliff hangers never simple – but out of the language paraphrases into visual patterns and usually off inspiration – I’d paused
Today Marta trips to high institutions – type of sounds I hear these environments it’s giving me energy and ideas of humanity – go – and again I’d pause
How are you still single and yet write about all this passion intimacy – veracity – in poetry?
Because Nas birth my pen back in ’92 – with them amazing stories – pause – I heard I listened to this lyrical warrior visualizing the words out my stereo – my hero
Go – for years I watched Uncle Noble sleep with speakers against his ears – what you’re thinking
I mocked him – it hooked me too – the frequencies – and I lost 10% hearing…
But I gained life – I saw – I heard a deeper picture – through music I traveled the entire universe and then I found the pause – wait this is poetry…
Beautiful – yeah – I said ugly beautiful attitudes – her vocal tones is on other side of my phone feelings wordy – yak yak
I’m the opposite of day light – The Reverse flow rainforest dripping drops of – Hints hence like a quiet riot of emotions – but still I’m fading away
Talk English to me babe and not signs or that coded language – word up I’m think double Rr damaged me – paused we – XO…
Waiting patiently – my heart’s hollow – tired tongues – packing condoms – a nerdy convo and a shooter – yak yak – why talk history
I’m feeling sort of different now – Bc commitments got my feet running and my Nerves working too hard – and that too familiar – I give it to GOD
Again I’m running. Hey I’m running fast… Going Gone – brain storming scared of slowing down gotta avoid Sunday – Monday mornings – back to work yak – I’m world touring.
Sipping yak – two steps back every 60 /40 flat – again I’m saying bet on the house on black – hell naw – yak yak
Ninjas – I’m back rocking soft leathers, cool waters and baby powder – even them flat hats with a black beard – and that’s Coolism and you heard it here – first.
Just open up your mouth and spell out the verbiage. Why are you so nervous? Just let the words bounce off the stomachs of the audience literally and figuratively
Why are we so confused about we – retreating back towards the shadows – skipping pass the point of explanations – it’s abnormal gratitude during these dry seasons – I licked now I’m no longer humbled
She pleasing to the fingertips – adventurous too – I use my imagination to break down our lies again and then down shift my movements – I’m sort of rough when I first entered – XO
Together we merge into each other’s personal space – I once considered her lap dance to be kissable but right now I don’t know – it’s just lust memorized into muscle memory
Damn time moves – meaning this duration moves fast and my hugs are like wings just consuming her entirely
Breakfast she baked warm banana nut bread and brewed some phenomenological coffee with caramel creams – that’s my sweetie playing mind games again
Her undesired freedom breathes and my throbbing sinus reliefs me to tiptoe across rhythm the moans for the second round – let’s commune after we sleep babe – please wake up me in a hour plus or minus…………………..
The house of cards are falling in sync – through clear focal points windows – I’m peeping your interests – although it’s sort of messing
Muse moving motion forward amongst the 3rd law theory it’s all factual – involving gravity – your left leg shaking through old human emotions – but I was stressing
I’m from the era of the ’86 Cutlass riding with a broken heater but the wheels are working – so yes I’m turning corners – just a bit nervous
Pull me closer into the chess mate strategies with the 30 second rules – games you usually cheat when I’d blinked – or you’ll poked my third eye until it blurs
Maybe It’s that Bethany Street blues or that mo betta are leafs changing into fall colors – extra extra here comes the verbal editorial of herbs clouds oxymoron – like the sound track I’m thinking of new themes
I got my lighter – I’m with a crew of poem writers the only none smoker – but she wants sex requesting that I choke her during moments – I guess it’s pleasure
Her slurring words – exhausted lungs but when her eyes rolled back – I was hella nervous –
You missed it love – hold on baby what’s the purpose – love don’t forget your purse next time – are you too busy grinding…???
You left your toothbrush and a red bra or some type of thing hanging over my head – you’d rock me to sleep but then walked away with swollen lips
Groovy hips calculated – please scratch my scraps – daily baby
Finally I see them wave growing nowadays I’m getting dizzy
Sick of explaining Marlouism versus the 18 volts charging my slab it moves circular objectives
Is Sex was all it was – blissful – goodbye nice to meet you too…
Fragments of this new convo A endless phone number written on the back of my palm in a feminine signature – blessed
Let me walk you under this mist – her box hist – I held her wrists gentle – no promises yet next Just magnetic power – less risk
We slept in them heavenly clouds twice today I gained a quote to return with my bags sunken overwhelmed not even enough – asking self why are you here
Started massaging her feet with lotion – Until them beautiful lips puckered and her thighs frown no with facial expression – let’s just makeup no more talking
Missing the mark – many men have tried and failed to make a difference – the same results – but the pulse was lost in the translation of situations – tears
Marvel you – as you marvel at the co-op with methods of pure zen aggression – I’m questioning who dealt you private lessons – whom
I fathered that seed ago years later I want that moment back – wards heat still rocking them shell toes and my Mr. Rogers
Give me respect – your honors
While I pay fees – why you want to steal the copper from my home – Iike I refuse to spend it – dude save me
She’s sexy with many stretch marks – a tree bark heart – I rather live dormant again plus Rejection – with lonely jazz playing naïve I still returned home
It was smoke in the valley – my stealth bombers flashbacks memoirs of 96-99 type of music – inspired by the Roots, Nas and who’s this guy DILLA I dig that…
Dark basements – ritual smoke discolored keys on the ASR16 weathers of Boom-Bap under my wave caps scratched by nasty dirty nails – sounds bipolar now – was I that immature – or too old
Vintage words pattern pitched
Bouncing off the notepad twice
Broken pencils again on my 16
Bro I got too many flows I think I should called audible over these samples then resampled it and again over drum loops mocking my reflections – bathroom mirrors
Plug my mic in – I wrote this spit in my class and again in the shower raining on my brain – thinking out loudly – I miss me…