A question for women to  think to themselves 

If a guy you barely know invited you over to his house and you have no intention on having sex with him, would you accept the invitation?

Also  and let’s say if a woman go by a man’s house she barley knows (keyword barely) would you automatically assume she wants to have sex with him?
I know this question is very random and personal but there was heated conversation online about this topic and I’m curious to what some people think 

Quiet People

Quiet people

They don’t make a word, they don’t make a sound.
They choose not to be heard, unlike your average class clown.
They say quiet people don’t really like to talk.
Mouth of quiet one is still, like a paralyzed person that can’t walk.

Quiet people are pure silent but there is a reason why:
They are most observant.
They minds are the loudest.
Their thoughts are the deepest.
Personality of a quiet one is usually most humble.
The ones that stay away from drama and trouble.
But that’s what most people notice about the ones that are silent.
But what you don’t know is that quiet people are full of surprises.
Usually underestimated by their silence, their minds are the loudest
Brain watching, thinking, and planning moves like life is a game of chess.
They wait for the moment behind close doors to do the unexpected.
I say unexpected cause nobody expects it.
Quiet ones are the most freakiest(sexually).
Quiet ones are the most devious.
Quiet people always fall victim to prejudgment.
But in essence the quiet ones are the ones you have to watch.
If you a quiet person, as you read this you know this is dedicated to you.

Who Cheats More Men Or Women?

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I can’t even that lie this one is the most fucked up. If I was the husband and I read this bullshit I would hurt somebody. Forget your wife fucking another man but sucking another man’s dick will is the worst.

 

Women would say Men
Men would say Women

To be honest

I don’t see a difference

Cheating is wrong regardless.

Why disrespect

your boyfriend/girlfriend

wife/husband?

I can list a shitload

of reasons why

cheating is existing.

It doesn’t matter because

it’s never a valid reason.

It don’t matter who

cheat more because

men and women

are both doing it.

Why do men

and women do it?

Unsatisfied with their current

partner

So in return

they search for a new lover.

Hell some would

go far

and sleep with

the significant other’s

brother or sister.

Sometimes people

are satisfied and

completely happy

in a relationship

but yet still take

the relationship

for granted.

What I don’t understand

is why when some of

us get cheated on

we give our

significant other

second chances?

Giving significant other

a second chance is

only going to

make your significant

other take you for granted

and use the 2nd chance

to his/her advantage.

Besides remaining

single, how do we

stop people from cheating?

Truth is you can’t stop it

because you can’t control

nobody Else’s actions.

Sometimes to others

cheating is an addiction.

But whatever the reason

it’s wrong regardless.

That’s why some people

don’t take chances

and would rather die

single then to

get cheated on

That’s a good question

to my followers

would you rather die single

and never experience love

or experience love but

get cheated on?

 

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For anybody reading this, if you are interested in who I think cheat more between men and women then I too can post up another in a few days going in depth on who I cheat more and why and the reasons why men and women cheat and to discuss the similartites and differences between why men and women cheat and I can explain the different levels of cheating
This poem was to explain that it don’t matter which cheats more, cheating is wrong both ways and we need to stop blaming one particular sex for doing most of the cheating and learn to move forward and learn how to exist with each other without blaming each other for everything that goes wrong.

For anybody reading, if you agree, disagree, or have anything to add, comment below and tell me what you think?
Always open to hearing others opinions

“What I don’t understand
is why when some of

us get cheated on

we give our

significant other

second chances?”

Just curious for those of you reading this, if you have an answer can you explain why people give second chances when cheated they get cheated on. I never understood that. I know love is powerful and people should be forgiven but I just don’t see how people can give second chances.

 

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If don’t wanna end up like R Kelly then don’t cheat. Watch “Keep it on the down low” video.

 

 

 

Please Bless Me?

It will be 6 years on a Janurary date
and you will always
 kept me sound and safe
from road  rage.
Took me to every place
and I kept you in decent shape.
Windows are down
 and I feel the breeze
blowing on my face.
I have made a few mistakes
 but you always had faith
and made me feel
 comfortable in my space.
You allow me to
 control you as I steer you.
Close to 200000 miles
 and still in good use.
What do you want
 for your birthday
a tune up and a cash wash.
Then after I can take you
to the park
and pull up by
 your favorite spot.
Behind the oak tree
 and let’s look at the sky
 until the sunset.
We will stay all night
until we are
 the only ones left
in the parking lot.
You know what,
 forget a car wash
You deserve a hand wash
and I will give you
a nice massage.
Caress you all
over you body
until you beg me
to pop the hood
wanting me to
 take a look
at your engine.
Oh shit I see smoke
 your burning.
Damn this whole time you
was telling me something.
I thought I was listening
but my stubborn self
kept ignoring.
Oh damn lord don’t
let my car die.
I’m sorry lord
I tried.
Don’t kill him please
Are you punishing  me
for have sex
or for driving
while I text?
I promise you
it won’t happen
again.
He is my friend
I now understand.
I should of put
you first
and thank you first.
Then maybe I will
go back to church.
Alright alright
I will go back to church
and take my friend
to church.
It’s after midnight
and no one
is in sight.
Please forgive me
for being spoiled.
No gas station is opened
Please bless me
with oil?

Are You A Slave To Loyalty?

Have you ever been loyal to somebody that betrayed you and stab you in the back over and over?
Have you ever been in a situation where you realized moving on was harder than you thought?
Have you ever prayed that the person that treated you like dirt, would change?
Were you disappointed when the person made false promises on how they would change but they just remain the same?
Ever been hurt so bad that you regret falling in love in the 1st place?
Ever cried yourself to sleep and the tears kept pouring down your face?
Last but not least, have you ever thought about committing suicide becuase you thought suicide would help the pain escape?

Learn to let go
when people act cold.
Not everyone has a pure soul
and heart.
Don’t hold on when
your broken.
Holding on is
sometimes poisioned.
They take your heart
and destroy it
and they can’t rebuild.
Like Toysrus
going bankrupt
but the kids are still living
So why when people go corrupted
the pain your still holding
and suffering?
Same thoughts keep rethinking.
Worrying yourself to death
becuase you think
the painful memories is all you have left.
Loyalty is going to lead you to death
and become a rat trap
that snaps your neck.
Waiting for others to change
but you are the one
that have to change
Begging them to stay
like a begger asking
for spare change
Go to work
Go the gym
Go to church
Go make new friends.
People come and go
for a reason.
Some are only meant
for a season.
You are not nobody’s slave
So use the time and space
to help create
an opportunity
to move forward.
Slavery is in the past
Staying loyal to
the wrong one
is ass backwards.
Mental slavery
have us corrupted
and people behaviors
sometimes make
me disgusted.
Here’s a question
and think it
Why are we loyal to
the ones that don’t
give a fuck about us
and they turn their back
on us?
Now why do we ignore
the ones that are are loyal
to us and use  the ones
that would give the world
to us?

Sex Or True Love?

Good question I thought about a while ago and I want everybody that’s reading this to think to themselves
Would you rather live the rest of your life
having sex but never find true love ever
or living the rest of your life with a soul mate that loves you and you love right back but never ever having sex again for the rest of your life?

Let’s look at the first option:

Sex is definitely a stress reliever and one of life’s greatest pleasure.
Sex is a great form of exercise.
Sex can put you in a better mood.
Sex is also needed for the growth of  the human population which is crucial if your somebody that want to be a parent.
Sex can build your confidence.
Sex without love is simple since you can have sex with different people enjoying your freedom.
A healthy sex life can make you look younger
Ture love is not always simple.
Falling in love can be expensive causing you to spend money every so often.
True love can limit your freedom and take time away from your close family and friends.
True love can make you feel sad or jealous over somebody else that’s not even a threat to your relationship
True love can cause you to overthink things in your head which can lead to arguments.
True love will limit your privacy.
True love could have you worrying over your significant other which can bring you more stress.

Let’s look at the second option

Fornication is a sin.
Sex with the wrong person could have you in child support or  deadbeat parent.
Sex is commonly confused with love and could make a situation more complicated.
Sex could lead to STD’s (even with a condom)
Sex can distract you from other responsibilities because sex (depending on the person can be addictive)
Being sexually active means that you are more vulnerable to abuse and mistreatment from your partner or from others
Sex without love could get tedious  fast
If you never have sex ever, you will always be curious to what’s it like to have sex in your mind which can make you grumpy.
Lack of sex could make you miserable so having sex can keep you well balanced
True love brings happiness and joy
True love brings comfort
True love can give you peace of mind
True love subdue boredom alot
True love without children could be the best thing because you can travel the world anytime you want and a life without children could safe you money

Love and sex have both it’s pro’s and con’s.
Think about the times you regret having sex with the wrong person or a person you wasn’t in love it and ask yourself was it worth it?
Think about how sex on a rainy day was a stress reliever and put you in a better mood the next day and how the greatest feeling is when you climax and ask yourself is it worth it?
Think about how being in love led to those late night arguments and long paragraph text messages, over thinking and having you in your emotions and we all have our bad days at work, school, or other things and love is just adding to it with the huge resonbility it comes with so ask yourself is it worth?
Think about how being in love is a wonderful feeling , like the late night walks and deep conversations. All the pictures taken on various dates, the sleep overs, cuddleing under the blankets next to somebody and learning about different things and being introduced into a new world now ask yourself is it worth it?

So another words would you rather live the rest of your life finding true everlasting love but never having sex ever?
Or would you rather have sex anywhere, anybody, anytime but never ever finding your true love and soul mate which means you die alone?

To make this choice easier think about it like this, what’s more boring a life without never experiencing  sex or life without never experiencing love?

When I ask this question to those of you reading this, look at it as if you had to make this choice by Sunday, what’s life mean to you more finding love or having sex?
So remember if you choose love over sex and you don’t have any children, then once you make this choice you can’t have children and you will live rest of your life without having any children?
Also remember if you choose sex over love, then you have the option of having children and you have the option of even being married becuase you don’t need to love to get married, but do you really wanna be married with children but you and your spouse don’t love each other?
Is that an healthy environment for the children?

A sexless marrige being horny all the time with real true  love with many things in common  and many things to talk about or a  marrige that lacks love with not much to to talk but guaranteed the best sex of your life and never leaving the house horny?

(Btw if you choose love over sex you can’t masturbate or watch point ever)
(If you choose sex over love you can’t watch any romantic movies ever and no love making just strictly great satisfying rough sex)

Also keep in mind that things that are harder to find are usually more appreciated than things you can achieve easily

I asked so many questions on here for all my fellow followers and others reading this.
If you plan to comment on this, you can just one of the questions I asked and answer the one that interest you.

Thankful for all my followers and all the likes and comments on my blogs.
I love to write poetry and talk about things people are scared to talk about.
I tend to be a deep thinker so I posts blogs expressing some of my thoughts so others can relate.
I try to relate to the people that’s why my poetry can be so relatable and I will continue to post poetry and other deep topics for all of you to read.
What I like most about having followers is that it’s an oppurnitiy for me to learn from my followers and for my followers to learn from me.
God bless you all. 

Am I Ahead Of My Time

Life is mixed up like a crossword puzzle.
Sometimes happy but sometimes in trouble.
Images in my head can be so vivid.
If I choose to be violent, I can make a murder scene graphic.
Serial killer like Dexter sometimes it cross my mind
to take a life since I’m pissed off all the time.
Like a immature kid running across the street
dodging a car just in time.
I’m build like Apollo Creed and I sweat more than rocky between the sheets,
but not from engaging in intercourse  becuase of nervousness.
My mind is imprisonment which results in the lack of erections.
So devasting when you pay attention and
still didn’t understand the lesson.
I’m like a old man who take forever to respond to a text message
My life is plain and dull like salad with out dressing.
But salad is healthy that’s  why I eat it but never toss it.
Hope those of you reading this understands the double entendre of the last sentence.
Sometimes feels like I am serving a prison sentence.
Days to months from months to years.
My mind is it’s own tier.
My life is a notebook and each page represent a year.
Every year on my bday, I open the book and tear
the pages becuase my life feels like it’s wasted.
When I die would I rather be buried or cremated?
I once use to think Tupac faked his death
Did death row lead him to his death?
When he died, Stanely Tookie was all we had left.
Co-founder of a gang and he realized he made
a mistake.
Sometimes wish I could of personally saw his face
when he was on his knees and prayed
to God for his mistake.
Arnold Schaeggner inspired others to lift weights
but he is a racist.
What’s  worst being a racist or a rapist?
To be honest I hate a rapist  with a passion.
In our unique ways we  all appear attractive
to somebody
So why force a woman and tell her what to do with her body?
Disappointed in Bill Cosby even though he was funny
in a clean way.
But his heart was in a dirty place.
Richard Pryor expressed his comedy in a dirty way
But wondering if he was alive today
and saw Bill Cosby
What would he say?
Maybe he wouldn’t have nothing to say.
Sometimes words can’t express when we are disgraced
with role models.
So instead I turn to the bottle to take way tomorrow’s trouble.
So I get use to the bitter taste and swallow.
Sprite and cough syrup made me want to throw up at first.
But now I got addicted, I drink it before I go to church.
In the service I can’t sit up straight, so I have to lean in my seat.
Doze off and fall asleep.
This poem was delivered to me in a dream for next Sunday
and today is Monday.
Only 6 days away.
Ahead of my time and I’m starting from the end.
I already made it to heaven
and I rather stay there
then to come here
on planet Earth.

Truth VS Lies

Lying makes a situation more complicated.
Lying is pretend facts that are not realistic
but speaking actual facts isn’t either so simplistic.
Truth and lies, is all we hear.
They say to tell the truth to someone if you really care.
But believe it or not people believe what they wanna hear
But should you tell the truth, if the person can’t handle it?
The truth can be a real bitch
But yet honesty is the best policy
Do you think so really?

Sometimes we lie, to protect a person’s feelings.
People say what the other wanna hear, just to see someone smiling.
But believe it or not people say it’s better to tell the truth then to lie(“Truth will set u free”)
Telling the truth you make you live freely 
On the inside lying makes you feel guilty

But should you lie, if you trying to protect a person’s feelings?
The truth hurts
But yet honesty is the best policy
Lies do catch up with you
but telling the truth can be more difficult then solving a Rubik’s cube.

Do you think people would be more happy or miserable  in this world if everbody told the truth?

Why So Loud?

Damn
Saw her across the street
and instantly grabbed my meat.
The words I began to speak
She smiles as she looks at me.
I approached her smoothly
with confidence.
She needed
to be complimented.
Told her she was gorgeous
She smiled acknowledging
my compliment.
I responded saying
I’m just being honest.
When reading this,
at the end of this
you’ll see
I wasn’t completely honest.
I felt confident
since the wave grease
in my hair
was prominent
and silently
thanking God
for being light skin.
I said to her
“Let’s be freinds!”
“Are you sure
that’s all
you looking for?”
She said that
sexually for sure

                                     20 Minutes later

Back at the apartment
from slow lovemaking
to transforming into a possessed demon
plunged into her
like a high diver
hitting a pool.
and I’m hoping
I don’t  cum soon.
Popping this broad
like a balloon.
Pounding relentlessly
and she screams servely
“I love this big  dick daddy”
Getting rougher gradually
I’m twisting her guts in a knot
and she is begging me not to stop.
Then I heard a knock on the door
and someone opened the bedroom door.
This woman was pissed off for sure
for sexing this hore on her bed.
She slapped the shit out of me
and my face was red.
She told the hore” Get dress get your shit
and get out”
Then looked at me and said “We need to talk!”
Now I know how a mouse feel next to a hawk
becuase I was going to be eaten alive.
But at least I got some sex before I died.
Wished I would of busted  a nut though.
The hore asked me ” Is that your wife?”
I said “No that’s my mom and this is her bed?”
She said “I thought this was your own apartment
you dishonest piece of shit”
She got dressed real quick
and just before she dipped
She looked back and said
” By the way, step your game up
you gotta little ass dick”
I said” Why you gotta be so loud you
stupid bitch?”

To my female followers reading, I don’t mean any disrespect saying the word b*tch

This is only a poem and I have never called a woman a b*th. This is only a poem. If anybody got offended I apologize. 

What’s For Breakfast?

Wake up on an early Saturday morning

and my stomach was growling.

I brush my teeth, wash my face

then went to kitchen.

I wanted some coffee so

I had the water boiling.

I wanted eggs, so I cracked

them open and I

started scrambling.

I needed the butter to

cook the waffles on the

frying pan.

Plus I had the Canadian

bacon and sausage in the oven.

But suddenly I smelled something

burning and I just realized

for too long the toast was in

the toaster.

All of a sudden it got nosier.

The noise was coming

from the basement, so I

got my bat, I opened the

door, went downstairs

and saw my sister flat

on her back.

She was getting banged by some

big black guy

with tattoos on his neck.

He stopped banging

when he noticed me then

asked me “What’s for

Breakfast?”

 

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