Single Mother

Whispering in your ear, the minute we open the double doors

Finger you in the theater, drop the panties to the floor

I beat it hard like its drumline, Nick Cannon in the front row

Cocky attitude, can’t read, and yet hitting it like a pro

I never look down, my strokes are profound,

cover your mouth so you don’t make a sound,

bitting your lip, pound after pound

Hardcore and you feel it deep in the core.

Calling me daddy, like Eddie Murphy on Daddy day care.

Irnoically I will take care of your body as I’m pulling your hair.

I’m telling you keep you voice low, don’t want nobody to hear.

Grinding and I be lying if I said I wasn’t in my feelings.

Every ounce of cum from your pink pussy, I’m feeling.

Pussy pink like the energizer bunny.

Bitting down on your night gown with your two front teeth.

You are so horny it’s actually scary,

I’m dumbfounded like Uncle Phil when conversing with Hillary.

I always had hour power, but you reduced me to a minute man.

Nutting inside you was not part of my plan.

But times up, time for me to scram.

Always remeber, don’t let nobody judge you because you will make a wonderful single mother

and I will love you forever

Prosperity

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Long period of prosperity

will define me

and my poetry

will lead me to safety

and give life eternally

I will suffer now because eventually

I will seek success

before I am put to eternal rest

Poetry is what I love and respect

and it will lead me to prosperity

Poetry will define

my prosperity.

To do what I love

will increase currency.

No rest, no breaks

Be the best, learn from mistakes.

Poetry affects me mentally

Opens me up emotionally

Spoken word is therapy

that subtracts negative energy

and adds prosperity

Is Life More Than We Can Bare?

Laziness

Very contagious

but can’t help it.

Giving me a headache

while struggling to get out the bed

this morning.

Need to be studying

but yet get easily distracted.

2 jobs during the week

plus landscaping on the weekends.

I be so exhausted when the week ends.

The older I get

the more my patience get weaken.

Pressure made me nervous

to the point I feel like living is overrated.

Life is not what it seems

when it’s difficult to accomplish dreams.

Dreams is a star in the sky

that I will never reach.

I tried to concentrate when teachers teach

but success to me is beyond my reach.

Is it because my patience

is too short that’s why I can’t reach?

When I climb the ladder

I am still looking down

Is this why I fell to the ground?

Since I’m on the ground

Should I fight to get back up or just go to sleep

and live inside my dreams

and enjoy like watching a Disney movie

enjoying the fantasy.

So much things I want to accomplish

but so much time and effort

to be put in

I am only human

Is living in the world

beyond the human comprehension?

Beyond our level?

Living in this world

is like putting a first grader

in a fourth grade class

and expect him to have

a fourth grade reading level.

Is this why he struggle.

We are handle situations

too difficult and in life

we are tested then

learn the lesson later and I keep failing

falling harder.

Do you see why I’m so bitter?

Life is my enemy

that I want to conquer

but I have a war in my mind

I’m having a 2 front war.

Twice the energy wasted

which result me in having headaches.

Struggling to keep up

like a short man dancing wit a taller girl

What Is Your Conclusion On Love?

Love is blind
Love is an illusion
Love is risky
and that’s the conclusion
Love is blind
Love is an illusion
Love is risky
and that’s an conclusion.

An unexpected occurance of an powerful spirit
beyond your average emotion
it must be tested.
We form an hypothesis when blind sighted
Eyes close or walking with a cane while
wearing a blindfold.
We seek everlasting peace
walking on a thin line rope
and the ocean below filled with sharks swim below
waiting for our downfall.
You see Cupid and he take his hand and reach
like a cashier giving a customer a receipt.
When you reach your hand out for help, he pulls back, transform to a demon and stab you with the pitchfork
Laughs and call you a dork.
Blood leaks below towards the sea
and you fall and become shark meat.

Love is blind
Love is an illusion
Love is risky
and that’s the conclusion
Love is blind
Love is an illusion
Love is risky
and that’s the conclusion.

Love is highbeams
that shines the eyes
so bright,
have no choice
but to close your eyes.
Driving towards the destination of love and your blind.
Lose control of the steering wheel and yet praying you don’t lose control.
Hoping you don’t crash but if you do, is it your fault?
Is love something you can control?
Is love something we can hear behind a closed door?
Is love something that comes inside when you open the door, or is love knocking on the door to tell you goodbye so love can move on?

Love is blind
Love is an illusion
Love is risky
and that’s the conclusion
Love is blind
Love is an illusion
Love is risky
and that’s the conclusion

Love is expressed through words
that build and destroy.
Love is priceless, but used like a toy
to play with a heart until it breaks.
Love is real and love is fake
when hate is real.
Love protects, but love is a risk.
Love heals you when your sick.
Love robs you when you rich.
Love is paradise, but love is hell.
Love keeps you focus, but love has a spell.
Love creates life, but love spreads a disease.
Love is contagious, does love ever sleep?
When you love somebody, do you wish for sleep?
When you love somebody, do you become sleepless?
When you love somebody, are you sleepwalking?
Can’t control where you walk, your imagination will lead you to your final destination.
Is the final destination Hell or Heaven?
Is the final destination a mansion or prison?
We form the hypothesis, but what’s your conclusion?
If you in love at this moment, you won’t know the affect of it until, you wake up from sleep walking

Love is blind
Love is an illusion
Love is risky
and that’s the conclusion
Love is blind
Love is an illusion
Love is risky
and that’s the conclusion

Determine Your Destiny By Controlling The Mind

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I am the master of my own mind.

I am disciplined

Keeping my thoughts in line

like students in the hallways

or like soldiers on the battlefield.

I take deep breaths

to give each thought space

to constantly build them into shape.

Thoughts run like water down the sink drain

Sometimes I may speak soft and gentle

Sometimes I may speak loud and complain.

But as you listen to me

don’t take what I say to you personal

I am just articulating the thoughts running in my brain

Gossip Is Destructive

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Gossip is a cancer that spreads like chicken pox.

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Like a fever it burns, nasty like filthy socks.

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Fills the air like a penis inside a woman’s tight vagina
and it spreads wider and wider 
like a forest fire.

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Without a knock on the door, it comes uninvited.
Not at all shy, disrupts quietness like a riot.

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Boisterous  as the crowd on TimeSquare on New Years Eve.

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It get passed around like the blame and guilt 
towards Eve.

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Slither like a serpent searching for a servant

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to work like a  slave in ancient Egypt building pyramids.

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Gossip starts off in hiding places like bushes that protects caterpillars.

 

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But the disguise comes to light and flies around freely like butterflies 

 

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Exposing itself to the public to kill a person’s image slowly like HIV.

 

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It sneaks and form conspiracies 
like Julius Cesar’s advisory.

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Brute is(Brutus) the force to conquer the weak and gullible to complete it’s mission. 
Gossip  is a tool that distracts a person from responsibilities and attracts a fool to somebody else’s business.

 

I Found An Escape

Nowhere to go
moving all over the place.
Suddenly feel alone
I have lost the sweet taste.
Fear I will grow  old
when tears fall from my face.
Body  is the temperature of snow
Face is red,heart filled with hate.
Like an inmate avoiding the CO(Correction officer)
looking for an escape.
Running towards my goals
but I am out of shape.
Bewildered for being  exposed
for being a nice guy in last place.
Pigs are filthy like my clothes
blame the concrete that’s  where I lay.
Let the truth be told
When u stand above my grave

I Understand

I once was a little boy.
I use to think as a boy
like Andy, fascinated with toys.
As a man you suppose put childish things away but this was something I never understood.
I am a man now but my mind in still trapped on childhood.
But what’s ironic was as a boy I couldn’t wait to become a man.
Moving out at 18 was just like typical teenager’s plan.
Thoughts of a typical teenager like what’s it like to be in a r rated movie
without your legal guardian’s company.
So I use to dream wishing I was already 17.
I became 17 but still dreaming ,wishing I was 21 already so I could finally drink legally
instead of relying on my elders.
Unlike wishing to fly, wishing to become older was the reality.
Most don’t wish to die, but getting older gets you closer to death and that not a fantasy.
Most of our elders wish they were younger.
When I became an elder I made sure I mentored to the ones that are younger.
Giving the youth something to remember so they don’t live in regret when they get older.
Life was cold as a boy, but as a man it gets colder,
like a season change from fall to winter.
That’s something a boy won’t understand until he becomes a man.

The Power Of Laughter

I dedicate this poem to Myth*. She is a fellow poetry blogger and her poetry is amazing. She solved one of my riddles so I requested that I would write this poem “The Power Of Laughter” for her.

Part of the human behavior
and regulated by the brain
Activities and funny stories
arises laughter
to laugh away real pain.
Laughter is green tea,
a medicine that heals
and makes the heart joyful.
Life is short
and we suppose to enjoy it
to the fullest.
Laugher for few minutes
will keep you sastfied for days.
Laughter is like good sex
that decrease stress hormones
in the brain.
Laugh like the joker,
Laugh like Santa
It’s your choose
Laugh however
and whenever
to stay happy forever.
Are you depressed?
Are you so stressed
that your lacking rest?
Why are you upset?
When was the last time
you laughed?
Relax and take a deep breathe
and watch a comedy.
Watch Martin Lawrence
and richard prior
to forget about all the bad things prior.
Laughter attracts,
and people around you
become attached
like a magnet
in a science experiment.
I laugh for days
since I sense pain miles away
Laughter is rain
that washes pain away
like the itsy bitsy spider.
Laughter is baby powder
that absorbs in my skin.
Laughter is powerful like a prayer
that forgives a sin.
Life is short
and we may skip a few lessons
but never miss out on a good laugh
because of a bad day
because bad times do pass
like gas.

Whats That Stench?

A tough guy

I like to fight

but afraid to sleep at night.

My thoughts creepy

like worms in the dirt

and yet flexible like

high school athletes playing sports.

Forever terrified of my own self portrait.

I fear myself

Face sweats and its wet

like a tropical rain forest.

Only courageous in my sleep

but I wake up and heart beat

fast like a torrent.

My throat opens to sing

and pray

hoping for the fears to escape.

Heart beats fast

like I’m out of shape.

I’m outnumbered in a battle

suffering a heartache.

Now suddenly my stomach aches

My bones are out of place.

Still sweat pouring from my face.

Hot like a steam room.

Stomach is poisoned like a mushroom.

My body slowly dying

with my fears and

I live alone

Now I will leave a nasty stench in the bedroom