Creative

As you know I've been on a ten day creative fast and the tenth day was friday that ended on a good note lots of responses to obsessed... so now its time to feast...

Creatively speaking

i create activity in the brain

always wanting you to go insane

Feel me softly touch you

grazing your body from the inside out

tingling sensation all about

eyes rolling simular to your body's motions

lips trembling mind riddling

hands gripping firmly on my back

with each stoke the picture comes back

images of passion

thoughts of action

question the reaction

could he

will he

is he

yes

obsessed

with creativity

nonetheless

Minute maid monday

Message made in a minute
60 seconds
made for seconds
time after time after
time again
we know when we start
but when do we end?
live life to the fullest
cherish your moments
try to have mo'
know what it meant
lead a movement
keep it moving
travel all you can
keep a good contact with a high power
never ever let never get in the way get better
this is a test so do your best
GO

Wednesdays WAR

As i wake up refreshed from a amazing nights sleep i realize my mind is still in dream mode, it's not like that daze you fall into when you are day dreaming this was a full on dream while i was wide awake... So my man's morning starts like this... Yawn! Hit the Alarm! Wipe the sleep from ones eyes... sit up... say morning prayer... I sleep naked so grab the Raphael Lauren man towel with Velcro around the waist... stand up stretch... and proceed to the bathroom... once in the bathroom fight with morning wood to aim and shoot... about what seems like ten minutes later shake and flush... Two steps to the right.... mirror... Aw you look amazing sarcasm to self... wash hands... splash face warm water...get the neutrogena left corner of the sink proceed to wash face... 2-5 minutes later dab face dry... grab toothbrush right corner of the sink in metallic holder... always pre brush teeth this is just a water brush to get all the nightly flavors out... then add tooth paste normally it's a wintry mint plus white with cavity control...5 minutes later rinse and spit.... mirror... Now that's what I'm talking about... proceed to dresser grab under garments I don't own tightie whiteys so boxers or boxer briefs if I'm feeling myself...socks and wife beater( A-shirt) check... proceed to closet... clothes are preplanned 3 fits ready and ironed so no time is wasted in the morning... if attitude is different in the morning clothes are different... mirror... o yeah big cheesy smile if I'm feeling myself... if not just a wassup head nod...

But this morning was different... it kind of went like this... french horns in the distance... morning sir(British accent) the CEO of my company says to me... Morning.. he claps...clap clap... and all of a sudden Jillz, Sydni, Mich and Kat come out of nowhere to escort me to the bathroom... O wow...proceed...man towel applied "no hands"... clap clap... shake and flush "no hands"... this time i took a shower in the morning which i rarely do but... clap clap... the royal penis is clean your highness...Um WOW that was refreshing... clothes applied now no hands... kisses, humps, and hugs thank you ladies i greatly appre..ciate... check mirror... and then

snapped out of it back to reality... smh...UM... Wednesdays war... dreaming about these ladies so not cool... sorry ladies but Jamie said blame it on the alcohol sooooo let's just forget about this:
WEDNESDAYS WAR

Art of Connection part 2

I get off the plane and there she stood with a sign with my name on it hearts and flowers (you know in high school bubble letters)waiting on me... the whole plane trip i was anxiously awaiting my first encounter with her we talked over text, email, IM, but never in person. I'm nervous... shit i should be she beautiful,intelligent and an all around good person. I digress... So i walk up to her drop my bags and give her a great big hug, one of those hugs that's more like an embrace...you know.. i wanna feel your soul next to mine type. She kind of moaned in my ear and says "You smell good" , Thank you so do you i reply as i thought to myself... Damn she's even finer in person... and her freckles were so cute i just wanted to lick her face...

OK, so I get my things in her car and she says "You are in my town now i have a whole weekend planned and it's starts with dinner right now. We get back to her condo and she cooks up this amazing meal O my was it delicious and it was like 4 courses with desert...

So after we ate she says lets take a long walk and discuss life, love, and the pursuit of happiness. She was very intriguing, and driven i could not take my focus off her as we walked through the moonlight.

As we make it back to the condo i stop her at the doorstep in mid sentence and kiss her passionately are tongues dance a slow sexy dance. When i pull away she says Ooh and i kiss her neck and say in her ear" I've been waiting on this moment this whole trip my chance to touch you. Our chance to connect deeper than ever then she grabs my shirt pulls me in and kisses me again. She unlocks the door while we kiss. Her moans are beginning to turn me on. We fumble through the condo connected at the lips until we get to the bedroom. She starts to say something and... Shhhh lay back relax she leaned back on the bed i hover over her body, kiss her forehead then, the bridge of her nose as soon as she cracked a smile i kissed her cheeks then her chin and then... and then...

Touch me tuesday aka The follower

I guess you can call her a pen pal or a listener or better yet a follower... yeah that's what I'll call her a follower so interesting she is, so sexy she is, so educated she is, so perfect damn it!! Did i think that out loud? The truth of the matter is I'm infatuated with her words... yea i said her words i can't go a day without wonder what she is going to say, how will she say it, will it finally be me she talks about. It never is but I'm never disappointed she strokes my conscious, imagination, and emotions with every word. i know your saying does she know this... HELL NO!!! and with your help she'll never know as long as you keep your mouth shut we (you and i) will be just fine. Enough of this stuff let me tell you what happen.

OK so I began writing on this blog thingy(it was random long story) i was just writing to get thoughts out of my head and into the creative air for others to experience. I was relieving a lot of built up creativity in my heart. Not really worried if anyone read it. Then i get my first comment and boom I'm addicted to what people think. It's like i wanna know, i need to know, i need reactions, and interactions... but i only had one comment how could i be so attention needy after one comment... see the comment went like this...

with each breath of every day
you make a mark in this world in a unique way
your steps make a path for others to follow
because what you did yesterday might better someones tomorrow
so take charge and take heed
you have a purpose a calling
what you have someone will need
don't worry about the future or what you do not know
just come into your own and blessings grow

Okay... i know... i know... powerful stuff (that right thurr) could make you want more right? Ok so i soaked that up and what do you think happen next?
Exactly!!! Nothing...

New shoes

So i set several goals in 05 when i turned 25 and one of those was to get some shoes for my car before i turn 30 and guess what i did this weekend?

Ok ok ok stop guessing... I got my car some new shoes this weekend..to your right are the rims with my reflexion in store->

below you are my rims on car ->

"yea they 20's but i keep them clean tho" so I'm excited first time in life I've ever had rims... I've had 6 cars always had speakers in the trunk( i like to feel my music) but never had rims so i sounded good and looked good but never shined all the way. Now "ole pearl" that's what i call her.... got her some 20" stilettos.... Let's get it!!!

Scene setting part 4 of 4

CRASH!
I stand up...."what the hell...."

"Um...aha... I'm sorry" i said, as she looks at me like i smacked her. What the hell are you doing in here.
"Well ma'am what had happen was i....i...i was finished fixing the air conditioner and i kind of got hot up in the attic and when i came down i...uh... wanted some water but i notice you... uh... was...uh... sleeping and you looked so peaceful that i didn't wanna wake you so i...uh...thought it would be OK if i just got some water."

"Hold on she interjected you just thought it was OK to roam around my house looking for water?"

Well...uh?

"NO it's not OK!! And now look at you; you dropped my Cornish hen out of the frig what the hell was you doing in my refrigerator!!!"

"I was uh getting Ice for the water.

Ice! Ice! Wah?

As I'm watching her face turn red during my whole sorry story i realize how sexy she really is...
"Oh My Gosh... I'm sorry i was just thirsty and u were sleeping".

"Come here... let me tell you something she said as i was picking the hen up off the floor. I finish my glass of water put the glass in the sink and walk around the island in the middle of the kitchen. She just stood there with her hands on her hips as if i had really disappointed her. When we got face to face she was shorter then me so i was looking down at her but I was still afraid to ask cause she looked so angry yet so beautiful...

"Um... you had something to tell me?".

"Yes, thank you for fixing my air and your OK with the water as long as u didn't break anything I'm fine" she said with a cute little smirk on her face. As if she had something else on her mind. While she was saying this i notice that her blouse was partially open and i don't know if it was the bra or her breast that were calling me but i couldn't stop.... Oh my God she is kissing me what is going on...

"I've been wanting to do this since you walked in the door" she exclaimed as she grabbed the back of my head and proceeded to kiss me. So i began to kiss back wow she's an amazing kisser perfect soft lips. She begins to pull on my zipper on my coveralls I could not be in a better place right now. I'm not sure what is really going on but I'm just going with the flow so i unbutton the last three buttons on her blouse and slide her blouse off as we continued to kiss. She finally gets my zipper to unzip and pulls it down to my waist.

"O my!" she said as she starts to rub on my arms and chest. "Lets see what we have under here" she says while she pulls up my tank top and takes it off. She looks up at me and she begins to run her fingers from my chest to my waistline when her hand grazed my abs my stomach quivered. We kiss again and she says "come here i wanna show you something" she grabs my hand leaving her blouse and my tank top on her kitchen floor and walks me to the bedroom.

When we get in the bedroom she turns me around, pushes my coveralls down around my ankles, and pushes me back on the bed. She turned around slowly and playfully sliding her pants down to reveal her lacy Victoria secret boy shorts...

hahaha

THE END

(thanks Jillz for participating)

The White Dress!!!

Thanks to Tawny's photo shoot i had and ideal...
http://intricatelyt.blogspot.com/
Running out of gas was the least of my worries this morning. As i walk up this long whined road i see someone coming my way. "She" amazing stood short in statue but tall in beauty and elegance. Her no shooed walk convinced me, she had confidence. The closer we got the easier it was to see her confidence the glow she had made me smile. The gas can seemed to get heavy as we past one another. " Hi" was all i could say knowing deep down i needed to find a gas station. With a sweet melodic voice she says "Hello" I damn near melted as the dimples showed in her cheeks as she smiled at me. I quickly turn away attempting not to stare and continue on my walk of shame. When i turned back for the last time i noticed she was looking back at me i tipped my hat slightly, with a wavy of her hand the angel with the white dress on disappeared. Damn!

Minute Made

Yes i am original 100% pure squeezed... lol... As i go through my mondays list of blogs and read what most of my fellow bloggers are talking about I notice a slight similiarity in them all.

the number one topic this week or weekend has been Arguments... now i very rarely think im wrong, so i totally understand not agruing with fools cause people from a distance can't tell who is who... i also would rather to agree to disargee than fight but i also like to listen to the other persons point of view before i do.

Now the second most popular topic is Marriage: NO comment... Gotta find the one first.

The third most popular topic is Love: And with this topic i often struggle because Love is a difficult thing to handle especially if it's from an outside source... You see love from your family is unconditional it's suppose to be there regardless of issues, hang-ups, health reason, etc,. But when i comes from someone outside your bloodline that's when it gets confusing cause if you're a Christian then you should understand that Love is what this whole world we live in is all about. the Circle of life, the truth, relationships and the law we are suppose to live by. love is difficult. period.

My opinions

On my blog i attempt to go outside the normal for a blogger. I try not to use my forethought to talk to you. I use creative expression and sometimes just speak the unverbalized jiberish that comes to mind... it's really not for everyone and i understand that not alot of people like just creative thinking But I find myself brainstorming of ways to make you think or evoke some sort of emotions. With that said let me begin again.
As you and i collide at the mind...by that i mean you reading my writingsi sense a deeper connection it's the lost form of communication it's the most subtle love making ever my conscious in your brain it's amazing to me it's so amazing that we rarely acknowledge it. When i read your blog i often think "i feel that" or "it's so true" or "Damn" i'm immedately inspired to create...And this is it this is our moment this is our chance to once again dance... Will you dance? Two step superman Then booty do And lean wit it Switch to the other side And rock wit it Then pop lock and drop Then stop... And do the body rock.
In my mind we just danced Women, men, boys, and girls all across the world Can you see what i see? Did you feel what i felt?I wonder as my conscious speaks in your brain do you think the same?

My opinion

You do.

Know thyself

who i am

the exotic quiescence of earth

Brown skin, brown eyes, beautiful smile

athletic build strong enough to walk a green mile

the guy many moms would love daughters to walk the aisle

sense of humor, serious at times

works very hard to intrigue minds

somewhat understands the art of love

Life is part of all the above

struggles with trust but who doesn't

never claims to know it all

just a little about everything

communicates straight forward rarely around the bush

listens and pays attention you'll never hear hush

loves love and hates love at the same time

doesn't want to die alone

but it's inevitable

if he could be anyone

it would be Mr. Incredible

who am i

i am me

i am he

I am who i say i am

i know who i am

do you know me?

"KNOW THYSELF"

What makes me TICK!

Thump... tick tock ...tha-thump... tick tock
the two things... heard once... that can change your whole perspective on life... a heartbeat and a clock tick how many times have you sat quietly and listened to a clock tick time steadily passing by how many times have you laid on a loved ones chest or listen to a babies heartbeat for the first time.. its damn near breath taking to know that the heartbeat is like a clock ticking time away who knows...who knew... thump tha thump... listen as the sound of your soul rises above all the other noises... tick tock tick tock... take a deep breath... and blink... listen our hearts are in sink.

Rainy days

The sun is shinning but its raining at the same time

time and time again i attempt not to rhyme

but when i type my thoughts this is all that comes to mind

i mentally try to block the thoughts of love lost and current times

and wish for the perfect hook to lure you into my heart

then maybe I'll feel like you are apart

of my life even though your not really here.

reading my thoughts might make it clear

to see from my brain what i see when the sun shines and the sky rains.

Have you...

Have you ever had a thought about ur thoughts?

Have you ever thought you might be lost?

Have you ever thought what it would be like without you?

Have you ever thought no one would ever miss you?

Have you ever thought about what your purpose is?

Have you ever thought about how many people you influence?

Have you ever thought no one really cares?

Have you ever thought who will wipe your tears?

Have you ever thought who knows your fears?

Have you ever thought you thought but thought wrong?

Have you ever thought like i do?

-Cause these thoughts are hard and some thoughts are true-

Have you ever felt like crying but couldn't?

Have you ever felt you were right?

Have you ever felt the truth?

Have you ever felt Love?

Have you ever felt like i feel?

-if you feel like i do then you feel deep and true-

now tell me have you?

My Love... the Conscious of a broke heart

As the love spills from my heart

the water that once filled my eyes slowly moves apart

down my cheeks and graciously past my lips

the conscious flashing broken clips

No ideal he would miss her this much

the tenderness of her touch

the love in her eyes and such...

sweetness in her moan

how when he kissed her she was immediately turned on

on and on like Erka badu maybe next lifetime

maybe this just wasn't our time

maybe this is all a dream for him to share with you

shew!!!

from a bad ass dream to a bad ass day

how would you feel diagnosed ill today
in the middle of time he's facing the ground

pressure push positive to the back of spine

his conscious outlined in nonsense

life has no rewind

nonsense

he's pass the hate and all the greed
facing the man mirror look at me

hold ya head still

look at he reborn

life is real

barely willed to keep it real

bad ass dream

yup for real

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?

With that said...

With that said... I'll say it again

from beginning till the end

from sunrise to sunset

i hope yawl understand,

comprehend

better yet i hope it sinks in

cause even with my band and i

there's no sky high enough to fly and sing

the songs that just float through the mist we call clouds things

the air that we breath

to provoke emotion deeper that the ocean

what you'll prolly just do is stare

subconsciously ponder how rare

i claim

i am

how dare yawl

not trying to know me or show me yawl care

with that said I'll say it twice

there seems to be nothing that comes from being, right?

good is fine but do they appreciate the thoughts that come to mind

no prolly not

now we'll prolly be shot

far from yes right in that spot

the left ventricle

or better than the cerebellum...

the mind touches heart and heart touches soul...

train the mind to go and go and go far beyond this atmosphere

did i make myself clear

as the sky in a babies eyes...

simple yet complex...

um ah yes!

it really matters not cause these are just thoughts...

aren't meant to be bought

just read,

understood in your own right

defined and dually notified...

Make your mind dance in the front

not race from behind

And with that said I'll say it again!!!

Thoughts of a peaceful mind

RARE!!!

Okay... Normally

Okay,
Normally when i begin a post it starts as nothing and turn into this array of words meaning a lot, sometimes coming out as gibberish. i often wonder do my followers/readers really understand what I'm talking about because in my mind it sounds/reads so profound and seems so simple to logically put the metaphors and similes together that i keep writing, or when i write in poem style do my readers realize that i was not meaning to rhyme or to be poetic it just came out that way. When I'm in the mist of a storm in my mind the things that come out aren't whole sentences... their always fragments that make no sense at all. Like in the newspaper by the comics they have the word jumble, sudoku, and crossword puzzles, my thoughts are a mix of all four (that includes the comics). Is it weird for me to read my thoughts and hate every word of it cause i don't think their gonna get it? Is it weird for me to read my thought and think i know what I'm talking about but will they? How do i clarify the mystery's of my mind without losing my creativeness? I've never wanted to be like anyone but me. I have always been a very visual person and can visualize the greatest and the worst things but what if i didn't have that would i be dull. I don't intend on changing but i do often wonder if i were to start writing as i thought would a book i wrote be bought... how many times does a peace of mind talk? Never cause it wouldn't be peaceful if it talked. i won't apologise for my sudoku like codes and crossword like poems and jumbled up words that make more sense to me. i wont apologise for my half true stories that sometimes are more than half true and sometimes not true at all... I wont apologise for following you...i will ask... Would you answer a question if i asked?

Love me or love like me..

I'm telling everyone who reads my blog,

to love me or love like me...
You love me...

you love me not...

not just an experiment...

it's a plot...

to create an atomosphere...

the perfect chemistry...

maybe it will just happen through our energy
la men...

la women ...

the profound introduction
Love me or love like me..
isn't it me?

or is it she who claims to be the believer of fate and dreams to be...

A collection of thoughts from 4th grade till you're gone...

like buzzlight year to"infinity and beyond"
Love me or love like me and be second best...

for everyone knows who'll stand the test and passes with flying colors...

you know who...

me that's who...
Love me or love like me...

Nobody notices what i do till i no longer do it for you...
love me or love like me
Do you..?