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

....69....

I could barely get the door unlock as we hit the threshold of the house. Our bodies moving in unison kissing passionately her form fitting cocktail dress almost as soft as her skin. As the door opened we stumbled to the wall in the hallway. She lifted her dress just above her waist. I grabbed her by her hips and pulled her close to me. I kissed her forehead, then her cheeks, then tip of her nose and i could fill her succulent lips wanting me to kiss them so i did with long strokes of my tongue on hers. She pushed away making me want more but i had to keep my composure She lifted her leg up above my shoulder as if she were trying to show off her new shoes and flexibility at the same time. Her 4 1/2 inch stiletto hung right by my ear. She leaned in as if to kiss me and i felt my pants fall to the floor and her grab my manhood. She begin to stroke it with every stroke i could feel her body getting closer... Then she rubbed the tip of my manhood on her already wet Tulip letting me know that she was ready. With her left leg and left hand on the wall and right hand as a guide she completed her split across my body. She moaned as my manhood slowly entered her love...

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?