Another Friday Question

As a woman, would you ever date a younger man?

As a man, would you date a older woman?

They say a man reach his sexual peak around 18 and woman reach her sexual peak in her thirties, do you think this is true or do you think this is a myth?

Out of all the lessons learned in life, what was the most important lesson you ever learned?

For those of you that are married or been with the same person for many years, do you think sex is the same person becomes tedious overtime?

Watch How To Talk To People

Won’t tolerate the disrespect

Respect is what I expect.

Mood swings out of control

but learn to keep your voice low.

Even if people don’t agree with you,

debates can still be enjoyable.

Your attitude will forever keep you miserable.

Swear everybody actions are questionable but it’s really you that’s being unreasonable.

Like a vagina in pain from penetration of the cervix,

It hurts to tell you the truth and your not perfect

So I need you to listen.

We as humans are all created equal, so learn how to talk to people because we are all created equal

and you will not treat me like I am beneath you.

Dom’ t you dare assume

your behavior is acceptable.

I have to add a point

like a decimal when doing long division

and shut the fuck up

and pay attention and if you ever

raise your voice at me again

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We All Break Down

A broken heart is never simplistic

and trying to smile isn’t realistic

Sometimes we break down at random moments.

We try to smile to avoid

embarrassment.

So we hide our true feelings.

We think hiding is healing

but it’s destroying

because instead of letting go

we are holding on

to what made us broken.

We smile now

but eventually tears will

be leaking.

How I View Life To Survive

My charisma contagious
Smile is priceless
but my soul is spacious
and refuse to sell it.
Been told mind is esoteric
Prelisten to speculations
of the public
which eventually made me
gregarious.
Reasons, there are various
why I remain benevolent
when the world is violent.
My habits perceived to be
idiosyncratic.
A role model
but yet not too didactic.
Reform situations
from being complicated to idyllic.
Must be concise and pacific
when articulating.
It’s not magic.
Think of it
more as recycling.
Mistakes is data on a flash drive
and my memory is saving.
To save is to prevent talent wasting
habits
I refuse to be redundant.
Resistant like a criminal
with an unexpected arrest warrant.
Nobody listens when it doesn’t benefit
their needs or attention.
so you get paid no attention
and receive no support
and easily falling apart
like a Skeleton without glue and wire.
But negative attention, we receive more than plenty.
Laughed at, being called a dummy, nasty, ugly a big baby.
Before the body is affected physically,
a stigma harms mentally.
We terrified of bullies, but we are our own worst enemies.
A second to view your reflection
will put you in a lifetime depression.
Daydreaming of hearing “You won”
gives us an obsession.
But it’s devastating, never satisfied with
being second
because we all want to be number one.
We all experience rejection.
Some of us let it go
Some of us fall victims of addictions
when we can’t handle afflictions.
A war that becomes mental
and your heart go cold.
It’s a race to seek revenge
since you have static
with the scapegoat
that left you heartbroken.

Friendzoned

Trapped in that territory
Helpless in the face of destiny
No escape out the burning building
Heart on fire and it keeps on burning
Accept that lost
Knowing that you was so close
Like a second place loser
Its okay because at least she love you like a brother

You Make Me Happy

Happy as a dandelion

my wish is fulfilled.

Emotional pain is a challenge

and yet remained humble.

I worshipped your intelligence

when my mind stumbled.

At any occasion

the agony you rebuttal

and provided satisfaction.

Tough like brass knuckles

so you provided compassion.

Dark like a tunnel

and your torch provides satisfaction.

Discovering your light was a miracle

and your character is miraculous.

Your presence is magical

and I’m surrounded

with perpetual passion.

 

 

 

 

The Perfect Dream

Not giving a damn about my outside appearance,
I sit by the beach and watch from a distance.

I watch as the waves moves in a smooth motion,
Daydreaming  while my eyes are glued to the ocean.

I feel so relaxed at this time.
Smile on my face, as I drink my red whine.

I am so in love with the peace and quiet.
No one to bother me, just pure silence.

Not a single thought in my head,
I enjoy myself as I watch the view ahead.

I enjoy the precious moment,
Of living life in the present.

I see the splendid seashells on the beach,
With unique shapes and colors of each.

Everything so perfect it seems,
Then I wake up in my bed and realize it was a dream

Can We Truly Get Rid Of Our Demons?

I sleep in peace

and wake up to the nightmare.

Always nervous and scared

While comparing my life to double dare.

The environment I cannot bare.

In the mirror I just stare

and pretend to be brave.

But I ‘m scared.

My luck is no where

and bad luck is everywhere.

Sometimes I just want to pull my hair out.

I no longer shed tears.

My balls is a waste of a pair.

I choose not to share

my deepest fears

since no one is near

to hear my fears.

In a world surrounded with snipers

and I am the deer.

Sometimes I dare

to let God to let me

live another day.

I wake up miserable and ashamed

Doesn’t the lord see the pain in my face?

I’m held back since I am part of the African American race.

I keep quiet so I don’t sound like I’m making excuses to some.

But being poor plus misery together,

just add the sum.

So miserable I become numb.

No matter how many scriptures I read,

I will always feel senseless.

The more I pray, the more

I feel like it’s meaningless.

Trust is pointless.

I was born a sinner

so I choose to be devious

because what’s healthy for us

seems to be tedious.

Life is supposed to be gorgeous

but I find it hideous.

How can I be cautious

when I haven’t slayed my demons?

The nightmare of living

and I wish I was dreaming.

My heart is in prison

serving a life sentence.

My mind is in hell burning

like the soul of Stalin.

Life is lonely when dick ridding

is something your constantly refusing.

Social media is the devils technology

and it’s an addiction

Instead of family,

social media become our guardians

guiding us in the wrong direction

like a broken compass.

Love and social media

have one thing in common.

The blindness of each of them

is contagious, harming generations.

Decision made of off emotions

Instead of logic.

Toxic like drunk driving.

We follow with our hearts,

but leave our brain behind

to get caught up in a bind.

Common problem is communication.

Basic skills like talking and listening

we learn in kindergarten

is forgotten.

Greed and ignorance is recurrent

leading sinners to sin

instead of asking forgiveness.

The more technology advances,

the diminish of communication

becomes more prominent.

Life becomes faster paced

and we struggle to keep up.

We are forced to be robots

In life and the program we follow is unpredictable.

So can we blame hypocrites for being hypocritical?

Technology increase the ignorance

but in reality ignorance always been existent.

This type of living is ancient,

Youtube and WorldStar

just made the ignorance

more prominent.

Life is violent now and it was violent back then.

The devil is our best customer

and demons behind him march

like American soldiers.

We pricing scanning our souls

when the price is right.

Desperate for a better life,

So we close the good book

for a better outside look.

Looks do fade,

and our bodies go out of business

because the devil found somebody else

to implicate in sin

since he already fooled you.

Now have you serving a life sentence,

now your soul burning.

Money causes a fire that can’t be

sprayed with extinguisher.

Money is the root

Jealously and hate is the stem

Bullets and HIV is the

and the dead body is the flower.

Demonstration of being a slave

to the devils power.

Power conquers

by using divide and conqueror.

So many people are modern day

Julius Caesars.

Men and women blame each other,

exposing each other on social media.

“Men are Trash”, “These Hoes Ain’t loyal”.

Children of God are so spoiled

and we are all disloyal.

Blaming each other on Social Media

Instead of helping each other.

The followers don’t care about your problems

they just entertaining your drama

and this is why I fear of having a daughter

because when years pass by it’s gonna get worst.

We as humans are overworked
Tired to the bone.
Stressed out for feeling alone.
Thoughts deep
like the voice of baritones.
Life is long but yet its short.
Time move slow when your bored
and alone.

But move fast when your under pressure
like a single father with 4 daughters.
I ask lord to forgive me for my sins
I’m devastated.
Lonely nights, so me and my hand got acquainted.
Drinking alcohol to subdue the pain until I fainted.
I look in the mirror and I ain’t shave in a minute.
My beard 6 inches long, I look wasted.
Time is precious
but I ain’t been happy in a minute.
Asking for forgiveness is complicated
because I ain’t forgive myself.
Upset like criminal
because parents refuse to post bail.
Anger consumes me and it’s an unconquerable
enemy.
Rage increases while drinking the Hennessy.
Road rage
and hallucinating like my weed was laced.
In a different time zone.
In a different space.
Cutting myself across the face
and watch the blood leak
in the drain.

Situations were too difficult to bare.
Got a mark that stretch from the chin to my hair.
Lost myself in the process
I’m searching for my soul
but I can’t find it.
I give up
I’m exhausted.
I remain soulless.
Full of shit like a toilet.
My life wasted like abortions.
I have a price tag on my body
and for the right price
I give you permission to take
my life.

Life is not a race

but I’m made fun of

for not finding my space.

A select few can relate.

My shoes tied

but still falling flat on my face.

Most problems on our own we create

but for heaven sake

bad luck is what I taste.

I wonder if my life was a mistake.

I tried for years to play it safe.

In dreams we hide from monsters

in real life the monsters are in hiding places

with the best disguises.

World full of surprises and I know this

so I always expect the unexpected

like erections in the wrong places

hoping nobody notice

but somebody is always watching.

Scheming, looking for a weakness

and bullies find this amusing.

So I’m paranoid

My heart is void

like the earth before it was created.

A monster inside me is the creation

To my devious patterns

of sinning.

A thin line between good and evil

and caught up right in the middle.

The good ones are constantly belittled.

For every problem solved,

always a more difficult riddle.

So I give up and cross the over to evil

And it was simple

Like crossing the street at midnight

and now inside of me.

I Hate The Summer

I look up at the sky,
Wondering why the sun don’t set until a quarter to nine.
I remind myself its summer,
But Autumn is just around the corner.
Unlike the winter where you freezing and shivering,
Around this time your severely sweating .
I look up the sunlight as it hits my face,
And it burns throughout the day.
I hear the sound of the ice cream truck,
As the ice cream truck driver   cruise from block to block,
All the children run and wave to the get attention of the ice truck driver so he could stop.
Feels like hell on earth,
People smell so musty upon your nose the stench hurts.
Autumn is only around the corner,
Oh my I can’t stand the summer