FYRE ENT.

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As the world turns

As the day moves into night and i begin to wind down from a long days work i drift into contemplation. Where do i go from here? What is the matter of my force? How do i continue? As i stare out the window watching the wind blow the trees. i realize time is flying by, i am far beyond the age i chose my destiny to meet me. (But is it really my choice?) i thought we had an agreement. Guess not. As my mind continues to drift further into dreamland the weather starts to change the once clear night clouds blow away and the heavy burdened clouds appear. A thunderous noise makes my heart skip a beat but i never lose sight of my favorite star. The polaris also known as the north star or north polar star for centuries sailors used this star as a guilding light today i use this star as motivation to reach for the moon. Even with the rain pouring down on my window i know that this star remains bright. The rain gets heavier at times and makes me want to move away from the window but i can't, im just so attracted to the stories of journey that have reached that star.

Yeah confirmation

So maybe I'm crazy

but i think i made myself that way

imagining things that are there in no way

the voices in my head told me so

and most of the time their right

i have e.s.p.

or maybe that's what they want me to think..right?

if i were to tell you that i know what you're thinking

you'd think

no way, no how, you don't even know me

but so what

you don't even know that i just did see

it's simple to be judged and be judgemental

but if u had six senses would you be mentally judged

or would you be normal like everyone else

among you

who pass through life reading into thoughts

that never get felt...

heard or taught

feel me?

The Quiet Storm

The eve before the black out, I sat out in the all black 1968 Lincoln continental waiting for her ass to give me the signal. “Had the job been done?” I thought to myself. The night’s atmosphere was loud and busy lots of small things going on dogs barking sirens everywhere. As I rolled my blunt with the best purple haze my heart fell cold I immediately knew the job was done. The light from my lighter lit the whole car in the darkness. I took one long pull and felt my conscience disappear the dark smoke cloud began to seep out the crack in the window of the car. I look down at the time on my old army watch 0500 it stood still. She slowly paced he long slender legs back to my car.
Its done daddy she said with a confidence that couldn’t be replaced. “Good” I replied as I reached in the glove box and got the brown paper-bag out. “Here for being a good girl”, “thank you daddy,” she replied. As her tall fine ass walked away I watched her ass bounce a little with every step. As she faded into the darkness I got out of the car of course I had to make sure the job was done I don’t trust no one I learned that from my five years in federal. As I walked up to the shit whole of a living arrangement I realized my heart normally full of revenge is empty. The sense of clarity was there. The raggedy door nearly fell of the hinges as I pulled it. The stench of piss and old garbage blew passed my face as I walked through the hallway. The numbers on the door 603 had a rust shadow behind them. The door was slightly opened so no forced entry or key was needed as I pushed the door closed I realized that the outside of the complex says nothing to how the residents are living with in the confines of their homes. The hardwood floors made my walk sort of loud considering I did have on a new freshly shined pair of dull tipped Stacey Adam boots. My surgical gloves fit perfectly no rubber residue, no fingerprints.

Heartlessness: Mind matters

Try me if you want to...

No No sweetheart it ain't about what I'm gonna do

it's about that tough talk and all that bullshit you going through...

OK I'm the nicest guy you'll ever never meet and if you have met me you know... to know me is to love me and if you don't love me you got a major character flaw... Na just kidding... actually no I'm not but anyway everyone who is close to me knows I'm a nice guy raised in the south(well not quite the south Midwestern south like Kentucky shit but below the Mason Dixon line)... so i know what shivery is and i open doors pay for dinner yes ma'am no ma'am yes sir no sir, please and thank you all the time with my country ass accent and lovely smile it's charming and makes everyone comfortable i can get along with pretty much anyone i can converse with anyone...FYI(that is the correct term for conversation not conversate sorry a pet pev of mine when people say conversate and it's not actual and recognized word even bling is recognized but anyway)... I'm a man not a boy not a kid i know my boundaries i know myself and i am comfortable with me... but let's get really into why I'm saying this...

We all have flaws first let me say that but am i wrong for not putting up with flaws? My mother says I'm crazy for not being able to sustain a relationship... i just say I'm picky mom proceed to spat off reasons it didn't work... I love women every element... from the softness of their skin to their emotionality... OK on the real I'm an asshole but I'm an asshole with reason i haven't being the man that i am today all my life... of course not I went thru my Coming to America stage when i wanted to "sow my royal oats" but I've always felt like wanted a girlfriend all in high school and college, while i did that... no i didn't technically (keyword: women would say) cheat but i have been in the Grey Area dundundun!!!( working on a relationship, talking to, or semi-exclusive) and started talking to other women does that make me a cheater? Even though I've grown out of that my mom used to say once a cheater always a cheater is that really a cheater though i feel like my definition is justified because my dad was a cheater he was married and got my mom pregnant at a young age now that is a cheater(T.M.I.)...and i know guyS who are married that have no remorse have sex with other women... OK i only ask because as i stated above I'm a gentlemen with a kind heart good moral background and a pleasE Her in every way and i know many many men that are full blown DOGS or DAWGS that have the most amazing women by their sides... How does the nice guy with hood tendencies and perfectionist ways get a trophy wife? I know the religionist answer tell me something i don't know...