Saturday, December 31, 2011

The Abyss

Falling.
Falling.
Falling. 
Into the darkness.
Have I been here long? 
The darkness is all I can remember.
All I can remember is the feel of darkness. 
Hours, minutes. Days. Years.
To scream and not be heard.
Not even an echo returns.
To feel but not see. 
The darkness, the abyss has enveloped me. 
Falling?
Floating?
Existing?
What is the point of this?
The point of an existence such as this.
Where am I?
Who am I?
Falling.
Falling.
Falling.
Falling.
Falling.
falling......
The abyss has me.

Monday, December 19, 2011

Angel Of Death 3

Angel, your back again.
Your starting to come around like a casual friend.
I want more than this.
I love you but you drop me off before we reach forever's abyss.
Twice you came, and when you came I made you cum.
I thought that you would take me away to the place where you're from.
No longer will I let you have control.
I'm the fucking man and it's time for me to take the dominate role.
You come down in the moonlit night.
Light skinned naked beauty with angelic black wings, aren't you a sight?
Long legs, raven hair, perfect round ass, your something to behold.
But today, during sunset, you'll be surprised how things unfold.
I'll let you dance for me just like you love to, put your ass in my face.
I eat your special place because I love it's otherworldly taste.
This is my chance to alter the course of fate.
Twice you've been on top and I'll take your place.
I'll bring you to your knees and elbows. I'll doggy style an angel.
You can't deny the mixture of pleasure and lust in your eyes. You love the way I dominate you.
I'll use your wings as leverage, pull them back, and slide into you from behind.
I gave you two chances to give me the kiss of death and end me, now I'll make you mine.
Scream when I smack your ass, that way we both get turned on.
I'll turn you over, I'm still inside you. This feels so right. This is so wrong.
Look me in my eyes, tell me you love me, tell me you need this.
Please just kiss me, take me away. Take my soul with your kiss.
Yes, take me away. Take me away. Angel, angel. Take me today.
Everything about you is so beautiful, when you leave, take me away.
Kill me, kill me. I love you. You've seen the real me.
You've seen what no-one has seen. Why do you come down and let me fuck you so gorgeously.
Angel sex. No making love. You won't kiss me. You won't send me to heaven above.
You silhouette in the sunset, your body is intoxicating.
You full lips could be the one thing to save me.
Kiss my neck, kiss my body, kiss me below. Kiss my lips.
If you won't kiss me, at least wiggle your hips.
If you won't kiss me, I'll just be inside of you and enjoy momentary bliss.
When you leave, when you return. Know I'll remember this.

Sunday, December 4, 2011

Love Is Not Real

Does love really exist?
Just because we feel it.
Or is it just our need to not be alone?
Our minds find someone that we think we are compatible with.
And then it tells our hearts that we love.
Love is not real.
Love is not real.
Love is not real.
I thought I loved you.
I needed you.
I was addicted to your body.
Your pussy, your kiss.
I loved that ass. Those breasts.
But love is not real.
I wanted to marry you.
To give you my children.
But love is not real.
I needed you. Your body. I lusted for you.
But love is not real.
I wanted to make you feel like the woman that you did not deserve to be.
I wanted to feel like the queen you were not.
The goddess you could never live up to.
But love is not real.
I swore I loved you.
I gave up friends and sacrificed family for you.
I gave up myself for you.
But love is not real.
I swore I was nothing without you.
But I was everything I needed to be.
I gave myself to you.
I lost myself.
Now I really am nothing.
Because love is not real.
Because love is not real.
Love is not real.
I scream fuck you to the sky,
with you on my mind.
Because love is not real.
I get drunk to have good times.
Because love is not real.
I know the truth.
Love is lie.
Love is not real.
Love is not real.
LOVE IS NOT REAL!
I need to feel in love again.

Wednesday, November 30, 2011

Midnight Frenzy

Make love to you in the middle of the meadow at midnight.
Dew drops make your skin glisten in the full moon's light.
Your body on top of mine. You feel so good when you rubs against me.
I hold you close my hand in the small of your back. A perfect moment, I'm stunned by your beauty.
I just wanna make you feel perfect, just how I see you.
The only way I know how is for me to please you.
Gazing into murky brown eyes that reveal a deepness like the ocean.
Full pink lips, I'm taken by your every movement and motion.
Ride me, gaze through me, and pose. Escape mediocrity and invade the world of ecstasy.
Move against the rhythm of my beat, everything about your body excites me.
I feel wetness all around me as your silhouetted by moonlight.
Your warmth is perfection, your body is a beautiful sight.
Scream as loud as you please, let me free you from sanity's prison.
Climax, don't hold it back. Break through your fear of exposure. Insecurity's prism.
Dig into me, drop your hair into your face. Swing your hips, rise and fall.
Bite your lip, eyes full of desire. Let out small moans. I'll pull your hair, I'll grab it all.
Don't kiss my neck, that's my spot. It feels too good, I need you to stop.
Baby, you feel so good. I'm so hard inside you. You handle your business when your on top.
I grip your ass, and I thrust harder. This frenzied state of pleasure brought on by Mary Jane.
I grip, I thrust. You kiss. We touch. Our minds erode away.
My mind no longer filled with words. I cannot think. My mind is full of waves of pleasure.
Became one with me, never leave. I feel so strongly every moment we are together.
I've been enamored with you, I'm in love with you, I lust for you, I can't stop my thrust.
You won't stop kissing me, you won't let go. I cum inside of you. This is such a rush.
Lay your naked body against mine. Brush your hair back and look into my eyes.
Speak no words, gaze into my heart. All of the world has heard our moans and cries.
I've proclaimed my love for you in this meadow. I've proclaimed love for you under the moon's light.
I see the look in your eyes. We've freed each other tonight.

Sunday, November 20, 2011

Guilt

Eat away at me. Eat away at me. 
From the inside out it eats away at me. 
Destroy me. Pollute my mind.
This pain is one of a kind.
Is there a cure to the poison within?
An extermination to beast born of sin? 
Eat away at me. The beast from my soul.
Remind of broken promises and lies, how poorly I played my role.
I know I wasn't wrong, but I don't believe it.
Time runs out as I fall deeper into this pit. 
Parasite, poison creature, soul eater.
I did so much, but couldn't please her. 
Shackles tie me down. Freedom just out of reach.
Set me free I beg, I beseech. 
Knavery words spoken unintentionally.
Truth when spoken transformed into lies giving birth to the beast. 
Guilt. 

Untitled

I am the vibrant man of color in HD in this boring world of black and white TV.
The abstract paint against the blank white canvas.
I am the words to the story of life never-ending.
I am the love lost through lies and deceit through human lips.
The hope that refuses to give in to the hell around him. 
I am the soul set aflame. 
The man shackled down, freedom outstretched before me but out of reach.

Tuesday, November 15, 2011

Untitled

Bathe me in your light.
Illuminate my darkness.
Set fire to my soul.
Warm me with flames of passion.
Bring daytime to my night.

Your soul shines bright.
Show me yours I'll show you mine.
I love your light but let me show you the beauty of my night.
I may be full of darkness but even that is bathed in beautiful moonlight.

Let my stars shine on you as they shoot down like fallen angels.
Embrace the darkness and revel in it.
Know your the brightest point in my night. 

Monday, November 14, 2011

Lies and Illusions

A life full of lies and illusions.
False truths and untrue unions.
And I am one untruth distributor.
Telling lies in attempts to alter the future.
Or maybe just run from a painful past.
But I can't escape from a pain that'll always last.
Claiming Mary Jane is all I need but long for another.
To lay, hold and love every night under the covers.
I need someone or something to help me let go of it all.
But when will I hit the ground and put an end to this endless fall.
Darkness all around me, I'm in the abyss falling from the light.
I fall just a little further each night.
Tell a lie til I believe it in my mind.
But the truth still rings clear when I close my eyes.
I don't care, I don't love but I wish to.
You think I care, that I love and wish not to.
Open your heart to me, anybody let me in.
Use your light to fill my darkness that lies within.
In darkness lies screams, anger and hatred.
And I need someone's light to free myself and escape it.
I don't know if I'll make it, I can't take this.
This content is a lie, how much longer can I fake this?
I need somebody to free me but I won't settle for anybody.
Set me free, where is that special somebody?

Saturday, November 12, 2011

Moonlit Drive

You gave me hope once but there is no love for the hopeless. 
She offers her body and I wanted so much more. I guess I'll just make the most of this.
Getting phone calls at three in the morning, before I answer I already know what it's for.
Tired of being called over for quickies, and nothing more.
But now I'm in my car making the same driveonce again.
Wondering when meaninglessness stops and true love will begin.

And now the feelings come to overwhelm and consume me.
If I don't get free of the weight of these feelings the pressure will doom me.

Monday, November 7, 2011

Freedom

It is said that to be loved is to be free. Freedom is acceptance. To know that who you are, the things you feel, the way you think is accepted by another. But freedom exist without love. Are people free because they do not care if they are accepted and reveal themselves without fear of rejection? Is freedom in love? Or in simply accepting yourself? If love is freedom and freedom is acceptance, than is freedom without love from another simply loving yourself? I desire freedom more than anything. I live yearning to be accepted by just one person who will accept me for every flaw, mistake and experience that makes me the man I am today. How is it that people can tune it all out and be free by themselves? Free to feel how they want and express it how they please without fear. Love is light. It shines upon you, revealing you and accepting you. But I prefer darkness. Can freedom exist in darkness? Am I free to do what I please because I know no-one can see me? Is that true freedom? My mind is rambling at these thoughts. Love--->Freedom--->Acceptance. This is clearly not the only way. There is freedom in not caring. Freedom in letting go, surrendering yourself to what you feel. Letting what you feel overcome you and letting it escape you in an outward burst of emotion in any form. That is a freedom I cannot attain. There is freedom in love. Knowing that you can be yourself and let everything out  in front of a certain person and no matter what they will not judge you, they will accept you for who you are and even embrace you for sharing with them. I do not wish for that type of freedom. It is vulnerability. I do not trust. The freedom I yearn for will elude me I suppose.

Angel of Death 2

Angel, angel come free from my body plagued with sin.
I look in your eyes and see you are where heaven will begin.
But for perfection to begin, sin must end.
Plagued by nightmares that don't scare me.
Embracing the relative of life and death hoping you'll come set me free.
Or at least bring perfection to a less than perfect reality.
Let your black wings carry me away.
Given the choice to be here or be with you, I wouldn't choose to stay.
Stuck in a world of black and white, but lost in a world of gray.
I watch the portrait of me grow more grotesque. 
Only outshined by a beautiful naked woman still clothed in elegance. 
I find so much beauty in a woman undressed.
I find even more in death personified.
Imagine her more beautiful than life, making hypnotic movements that mesmerize.
I pray I didn't imagine the freedom that appeared to me in her eyes.
But I'm immortal, you can't kill me nor free me from the dark abyss.
Even with your full red lips and supposed death kiss.
I can't have you either, something seems amiss.
Dream, dream. At night you reign supreme.
Even Mary Jane can't touch you it seems.
You are untouchable but I touched you tenderly. Touch me back. I fiend.
I fiend, I feign. I do not fiend. I am one.
Done fiendish things that cannot be undone.
Attempting now to win the heart of a creature whose heart cannot be won.
Angel, angel. Are you real, fantasy or fable?
Do exist and search for someone who is able?
Release me. Release me. You can't kill me, but release my soul. I know your capable.
Mary Jane frees my mind but she can't do what you do.
Her effects are temporary, your's last forever. Free me, I know you feel love for me too.
Screams lurch forth my lips. What is it you require!? I'll do anything for you.
Tears fall, tears fall. God could've damned us all.
If I could love like You do, I'd have someone besides her to call.
But you serve Him, is it my time to fall.
Release me, release me. Nothing more would please me.
Angel, angel take me with you and keep me.
Tears fall, tears fall. She's left me, she must not believe me.

Freer

You are naked, but you are covered.
Your face obscured by long raven hair.
Your body wrapped in satin.
You seem as free as I wish to be.
Your hands raised high to the sky.
Your skin glows as you are bathed in sunlight.
Your right leg over your left, a pose of elegance?
Why do you seem so much freer than me?

Sunday, November 6, 2011

Nakedness

Nakedness is no more honest than clothed, just more revealing.
Nakedness is the natural state. And it seems natural for you to deceive me.
Nakedness can be elegance, but even that has been corrupted.
Nakedness can be euphoric but chooses to manipulate.
Nakedness asks for trust, but does not deserve it.
Nakedness of the soul is truth.
Nakedness of the body is deception.
Nakedness of the mind is vulnerability.
Nakedness has only deceived me.

Saturday, November 5, 2011

What's The World Coming To? (April 23, 2009)

What happened to the age of decency? There used to be a time when the strong-willed girls were the ones you could respect. Now they're the ones that's secretly all up in stuff and they're such good liars that, what it is, you'll never detect. What happened to the age of straightness? When all a person had to worry about was their girl getting stolen by the opposite sex. Now a days I can't even trust the girls. Cuz they want her too and I don't know what to expect. What happened to the age of respect? When a girl say I got a bf, the nigga heard what she said and saw the ring and backed off. What happened to the age of love and care? When a man wanted a woman for her love and not just for sex. What happened to the age when girls were respectable? When all that was wanted was sex wasn't mutual. When a man ain't have to worry about being drugged and raped by a woman.
Cuz now a days it ain't the same. The things I've experienced drive me insane. Now a days, she say I gotta bf the response is I dont care. She say no 40 times and the dude just can't comprehend. Women rule the world and that's for real. Men get caught when cheating but women don't. I bet half the cases where something went wrong, they got divorced and he pay child support. That women cheated and he never knew it. Now a days they try to steal my girl, after a thousand no's they're still persistent. Now a days those same dudes ain't even want nothing but sex and couldn't give her a rest. Now a days it ain't just men, the females tryna steal her to. They want to fuck her, they want to touch her, they want her to fuck their friends too. Now a days the women have the secret club. They drug and fuck random dudes and then go home to their husbands that love them. Back in the day the men were liars, they were cheaters. Now a days it's both sides only men get caught but women succeed. Or maybe it always been that way and nobody ever knew. Their so much worse then men ever were and yet men are the bad guys according to society. Does the greed for money, sex, and power ever end? More importantly where did it begin?

She tells them no each time and each time my trust grows. Despite all of this w/me her heart flows. Even now after all these problems my love for her grows. In a world that lacks decency, trust, respect, and everything pure, I found a hint of each in her. Or have I really? Based on what I just told you all, is she really different or just like a regular female: a damn good liar? No, I gotta have something to place my faith in. Someone to point at say this is my exception to the world and here I found love. So despite my cynicism I'll trust her anyway, everyday. Even when that voice says o hell no don't believe that she could be lying. Cuz the drama over nothing ain't worth it cuz she's my dime that will be with me and only me thru the end of time.

Untitled

I wish the moment would last forever.
I wish to freeze time and be here forever.
This one moment should never end.
This moment is perfection.
And yet time burns away.

I look back at that moment.
So long ago it seems now.
It has ended and so many things have changed.
So many promises that at the time seemed timeless.
Time faded away until we reached today.
Weight from my promises still heavy.
Promises have fallen through due to misunderstandings between me and you.
And I don't understand how we didn't make it,
after everything I did to make sure that we'd get through.

New day, new mindset. Old dreams haunt my mind.
Notions of what could've been floating in the back of my brain all the time.

Dreams of a life together, the dreams that we shared that'll never happen ever.
And letting go has been so hard, this makes me regret that we ever had a start.
It was perfection while it lasted, ignoring all the wrongs as they happened.
I loved you so much and now I'll hate you forever, but the fond memories make the bond that much harder to sever.

Untitled

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, and I just wanna be the only person holding you.
But what was I suppose to do, when you were so unhappy with me that you let other people enjoy the view.
Do you realize how hard you made it?
If you'd given us a real chance from the beginning I'd have been elated.
How could you do this to me?
I loved you so much, but that was something you refused to see.
And now so much time has passed and we are so far gone.
I'd thought we'd last forever and now we've been apart for so long.

You'd think after so long, I'd be okay.
But everything comes rushing back whenever someone mentions your name.
And why is it when your name is mentioned no-one has something nice to say.
It just kills me to know that with someone else it'll never be the same.

Move on, move on. I know I gotta let you go.
I have my euphoric highs from Mary Jane, but my manic lows have you to blame.
Why do the good memories play so fast, but the bad ones play so slow?
And until recently no matter, I'd have taken you back if you came.

Friday, November 4, 2011

Death of a Samurai Pt. III

She awakens from her meditation sensing movement in the night.
She senses the man outside her home who hungers for a fight.

She stands to her feet, her hands already on the hilt of her blade.
Determination on her face, confidence spilling forth from her eyes of jade.

He enters, katana unsheathed, cocked against his shoulder, shining in the light of the moon.
His eyes gleaming with excitement at the chance to battle, his blade itching to spell her doom.

He loves the sight of his blade creating blood rivers of crimsen red.
His empty soul reflecting the blackness of the men he has killed dead.

His grin displaying his urge to spill blood and his desire to kill.
His face displaying a need to fight that only spilled blood can fill.

She unsheathes her katana and steps forth to begin the duel.
Metal clashes as their blades connect, the sounds echoing from their feud.

His smile remains, showing the ease at which he is handling the fight.
The speed of his movements increasing becoming a blur in her sight.

He slashed her shoulder, showing he is the superior.
But even clearly bested, she would not give up, she has the heart of a warrior.

She continues to swing her blade, now more erratically.
Her confidence melting away, being replaced by savagery.

He finds pleasure in watching her sanity slip away, this is the battle's cost.
His blood boils with excitement at the sight of her pushing herself, slipping into desperation in an attempt to save her own life in a battle she's already lost.

He continues to toy with her, blocking her strikes.
She loses her form swinging her sword at him with all of her speed and might.

She begins to grow tired, the battle has progressed too long.
And suddenly she realizes that she has fought the entire battle wrong.

She kneels down, her blade digging into the ground, she accepts defeat.
Her body scarred from battle, she feels pain from her head to her feet.

He looks down at the woman whose body and mind he's decimated.
His smile disappears, he looks down at another humans life, ready to eradicate it.

His eyes now full of cynism, his face conveying disappointment from the lack of a real contest.
He raises his sword in disgust, mercy devoid from his being, he was ready to snuff her life out, he believed it was for the best.

He pushed his sword through her abdomen slowly, and watched the last breath leave her.
He stood over her, his sword sheathed, her sword in his hand. He watched her soul make the heavenly transfer.

Monday, October 31, 2011

Euphoria: Coming Down

I'm so tired of being alone.
Tired of spending every night by myself in my home.
And Mary Jane stay calling but let's be honest she's just not cutting it.
But she's all I got left, cuz when it comes to relationships I can't put any trust in it.
Let her burn, let her essence fall into a French curl.
Lay consumed by the music floating far above every problem in the world.
Never enough, I'm tired of transcending galaxies.
Much rather fly so high I transcend reality.
When did it occur that I have no one to call,
when I'm alone weighted down by it all?

Friday, October 28, 2011

Euphoria III

I need you. Can't be without you.
I'm feigning for you. Dreaming of you.
I'm so lost. I'm pleading for you.
Now your back. Don't ever leave me.
Bring your body close.
Become one. Let the music play.
Lights stream all around us.
Feel you against me. In perfect harmony.
Let us move together, in our forever dance.
Lights stream all around us.
You lift up my hands.
We hold a steady gaze.
Lights reflect in your eyes.
I'm paralyzed.
Your beauty mezmerizes.
Your body so close.
I don't ever want it to go.
Our bodies float.
I embrace you.
I'll never let you go.
Lights stream in waves around us.
I'm so astounded.
This is where the peak is.
Never let it end.
But an end must come to everything that began.

Death of a Samurai: Pt. 2

He stares down at the scene he created.
At the creature with his katana he devasted.

He'd come looking for blood to spill.
His blood boiling with the chance to kill.

Disappointed by the lack of challenge his adversary offered.
He looked down at the woman he'd slaughtered.

His katana wet with her crimson blood.
His ears perked when her body had fallen to the floor with a thud.

His eyes dancing with excitement from the feeling of killing.
His lack of remorse so ice cold it was chilling.

He left an easy to follow trail.
Knowing someone would be close on his tail.

He hoped to find a worthy challenger to battle.
He was tired of cutting down humans for mantles.

He lay in the woods and awaits.
The battle that had become fate.

Thursday, October 27, 2011

Euphoria II

We call it euphoria, they call it manic.
I tell them shut the Fuck up, God dammit.
The feeling is so fucking fantastic.
They criticize and I can't stand it.
They fear the feeling, but I demand it.
Let the feeling in, let it wreak havoc.
Then I write it. Then I scream it. Paint it on a fucking canvas.
Dance and writhe like a fucking savage.
Tire out and drop to the floor, thankful for that moment, so glad I had it.

Scream out loud.
Fall to ground.
On my knees.
Feeling pleased.
Music plays.
Minutes feel like fucking days.
Feeling like I'm no longer sane.
Crazy thoughts all in my damned brain.
Lay on the floor, close my eyes.
And I fantasize:

Jump out a window, land on my feet.
Stomp the ground, earthquakes shake the streets.
Spazz out, hands flailing to the beat.
Pigs come to stop me, I'll never accept defeat.
Blast them away with laser beams.

Open my eyes, next song plays.
Wishing I could do this everyday.

Euphoria

I need to be there.To feel it again.
The peace.
The happiness.
It is unlike any other.
Such perfection and purity in nothingness.
Bliss, untainted.
Uncriticized, untouched.
Darkness.
Judged, misunderstood.
Darkness.
I need to be there.
Freedom, escape.
Isolation.
I need to be there.
To feel it again.
To exist among the darkness.
So pure and free.
Music resonating through me.
Voices singing the perfect melody.
Darkness.
Euphoria......

Wednesday, October 26, 2011

Death of a Samurai: Part 1

Blood drips from her fingertips down her arm from the wound inflicted on her shoulder by the katana.
The punishment shown by whoever's family she dishonored.

Vacancy left in her lifeless open eyes.
A pain-stricken face frozen in place after her demise.

Her kimono blood soaked by an open wound.
Stabbed in the abdomen, the katana spelled her doom.

Scratches all over her body showing signs of a fight.
Her sword is the one thing missing from this bloody sight.

Her body lies in a pool of her own blood, her soul no longer on the human plane.
She fought an adversary, her goal to cause that person a fate that is the same.

She fought in honor of her name and family.
She fought in the place of her husband who is me.

While I was away she fought to protect her home in my stead.
And now she lays slain at my knees dead.

I close her eyelids to allow her soul to rest in peace.
I swear I'll avenge my wife as a I breathe.

Tears stream down my cheeks.
My mind slowly becoming consumed with the revenge that I seek.

I pick up her body and hold her close.
I leave her and the life that I'd known first.

I disappear into the night weilding dual black and white katanas.
And begin my journey to restore my family honor.

Moonlit Fantasy

She walked forth as if out of nowhere draped only in moonlight.
The hue of her yellow skin silhouetted by the moon.
Her long legs giving way to a beauty of untouched perfection.
She turns and I'm graced with the sight of a perfectly shaped rear.
The arch of her back leading towards shoulder blades perfectly shaped,
covered by long brown hair reaching down to the arch in her back.
She turns to face me, a flat stomach under immaculate breasts.
Her dark areoles centered by hardened nipples.
As my gaze rises upwards I see full lips that ache to be kissed.
Her eyes mirroring an emptiness and loneliness reflected back in my own.
She comes closer and my heart begins to pound.
She presses her right hand against my chest.
She pushes me onto the bed that has appeared in the moonlit outdoors,
her eyes gazing steadily into mine.
Her lips brush gently against mine as her left hand slides downwards.
She speaks in an angelic tone unlike any voice I've ever heard.
She says that she knows the pain that I've felt.
That she is alone and that she can save me from my despair.
Her hand reaches it's destination.
I lean forward to kiss her lips, they call out to me.
She pushes me back and whispers not yet.
I lean back and relax, watching her look, enticed by what is in her hand.
Those piercing eyes turned lustful and playful.
She slides her head down, her hand still on my chest.
Her hair covers her face.
Her lips kiss my dick and my eyes give away my eagerness.
She continues to tease me with light licks and kisses testing my patience.
My eyes beg for her to please me, to release me from this hell and into euphoria.
Finally she laments.
I watch her beautiful lips wrap around my dick and I feel her tongue.
Her head begins to move up and down. I watch,
transfixed on the amount of pleasure I feel.
She stops far too soon.
I look on confused as she maneuvers herself so that her rear is above me.
I gaze at the pink opening above me with anticipation.
She lowers herself upon my face and wetenss engulfs me.
I begin to lick her clitoris and I feel her body writhing with pleasure.
I feel her mouth around my dick yet again.
The more I eat and taste her pussy, the more her body shakes.
She stops sucking and sits up, leaning her head back, arching her body she begins to moan.
She screams for me not to stop, for me to hit the same spot.
Her body shakes, harder this time and her cheeks press against mine.
After a moment she begins to suck again, her ass moving hypnotically above my face.
I dig into the sheets of the bed as she begins to be more vigorous.
My muscles tense as I climax into her mouth and she swallows it all without complaint.
She maneuvers herself so that she may face me and rests her pussy against my dick.
She lifts up and I enter her, the warmth and wetness unlike any I'd felt before.
I grab her perfect ass, and begin to thrust, her face meer inches away from mine, her hair coming from her head and resting on my face.
Hers is the most beautiful face I've ever seen.
She bites her lips and let's out a moan.
She whispers yes.
She says it again and again, repeating it, getting louder with each time.
She begins to scream for me to thrust harder and faster, and I oblige,
only interested in pleasing her.
She digs her nails into my chest and bares her teeth in pleasure.
The look on her face excites me and tells me that she is enjoying this.
I feel her grip around me, as she begins to move her body upwards and down again,
rhythmic like the waves of the ocean.
She grabs my hands and holds them above my head and grins.
She flips her hair out of her face and begins to ride more fiercely, letting out moans,
each louder than the one before it.
She screams my name and for a moment I feel fulfilled.
I feel a connection but I need more.
I need to set myself free from whatever it is that binds me.
I flip her over onto her back and I get on top of her.
I stop to look at her beautiful ass and I stare onwards and take in the beauty that
is her backside.
I place my hands on top of hers and kiss her neck gently.
I enter her again.
She let's out a sharp breath, not expecting what just occurred to be so sudden.
She smiles and bites her lips.
I grab her hair and make her arch her back.
Her screams echo through the air.
She says not to stop, that she is about to cum.
I thrust harder and faster, attempting to prolong her ecstasy.
She climaxes.
Her hands dig into the sheets, her body shakes uncontrollably.
I do not stop, I thrust faster, her body still shaking.
She screams.
My body tenses and then releases.
I cum.
I still do not feel free.
It is not enough, I need to kiss her. To look into her eyes and know that I will never be alone.
I law down beside her and she crawls back on top of me. Her face inches away from mine.
Her gaze holds steady as she looks into my eyes.
She knows what I want, what I need, what I desire.
She says that we can lay together forever.
That we will know love.
Know peace.
And happiness.
She brushes her hand I against my face.
She says she will never leave me.
But if I accept, there will be no return.
I do not speak.
She knows my reply.
She leans downward so that her lips may touch mine,
and cause our souls to forever embrace.

Lightning strikes and thunder claps.
I am awake.
I listen to rain patter against my window pane.
I turn my head right and look out of it.
I see the place where it all transpired.
Sadness and lonliness overwhelmes me.
I was so close to peace.
To freedom.
Her lips mere centimeters away from mine.
In this bed, our love was engulfed and silhouetted by moonlight.
But it was just a dream.
But I felt it.
Mind and body.
I could feel her body against mine moving as rhythmically as the tide.
It was more than fantasy.
Maybe again she shall visit me, if I sleep.
And our soul embrace can be made complete.

Hypothetically

What if you could find your soul?
And free it from the human world.
Free it from the pain of loss?
The pain of truth?
The pain of betrayal?
What if you could find your soul?
And wash it clean of past mistakes.
Free it from the pain regret?
Undo the lies?
Undo hurt?
What if you could find your soul?
What if you had lost it?
Had no clue how to find it
Had no clue how it came to be lost
But can still feel it ache.
What if you were me?

A Body IV: During The Day

My body needs a body even after the sunrise
The lack of what I need gives silent cries and deep sighs
It's been months without her and it feels like time flies
But whoever said time heals all wounds clearly lied.

My mind spaces out during the day.
Remember the things we used to do and things to her I'd say
I used to love comforting her when she leaned her body on me
As if my body could say, I love you, don't cry, everything's okay.

I daydream of the body every night and day
That used to heal me and take my pain away
But now that we speak again I find these things hard to say
But I have to admit this so these words I say

Angel of Death

I knew I'd never give my heart to away
But she stole my heart that day
And when she did somehow I thought that everything would be ok
But now she's playing puppeteer
Pulling on my heart strings
Telling me I'll always love you dear
Used to be alone
Now being alone is my greatest fear
And I live that fear everyday
Let me just make that clear
I lay in bed at night
Knowing we'll never be what we were
But constantly trying to make things right
As I lay I there looking to my right
I see a flash just outside my line of sight
As I look to my left I see a creature that can take it all away
She stands there with murky brown eyes that match her skin tone
Her white wings show that in the open window she's just flown
The way she looks at me is like she's staring through me to my soul
Perfect body, arch in her back, here to take me out of this world
She floats above me
And hovers down til she lands on top of me gently
I need the love of the Angel of Death
Her warm embrace, her tender touch, an her angelic caress
I'm looking at her noticing she's withstood time's test
I make her promise things b/w her and I will be different
She won't bring me to my coffin and leave me like all the rest
She tells me that we will spend eternity in endless sex
And that she'll put the things that haunt my mind and soul to rest
I can't wait to smell her sweet breath in that kiss death
I'm looking at her like I know she'll be my best
The grave undigs itself and the coffin opens on it's own
It seems as though time has slown
She lays down in the coffin that is red velvet hand sown
She tells me to come to her everything will be alright
But before I can take the steps I'm woken up by thunderclaps and lightning strikes
I look out my window and all I can see is a thunderstorm tonight
Will I even find true peace in my dreams?
It's unlikely it seems.

The Dragon

I am the beast looking daily for his beauty.
While knights in armor come to slay me as their duty.
The village sees me as a threat because they see their livestock die.
They curse me every time I fly by.
All I want is to fly high in my red skies.
Looking for a princess with love in her eyes.
I want to ease the pain she gives out in silent cries.
I am the dragon born to be slain.
A malevolent creature born to spew flames.
The knights come at me with metal shields and surnames.
And my actions of defense are reasons I should die they exclaim.
I am the dragon strong and proud.
I fly high in the sky and my wings flap loud.
Looking for my angel way up above the clouds.
The life of a dragon is lonely so my heart screams out.
My soul knows it's alone but it's covered in sin.
Looking for a princess that'll love me for whats within.

Connection II: The Ache

I can take this ache no longer.
This ache that's lasted from summer to summer.
I wonder how much longer I shall suffer.
This ache is beyond my body and mind.
It won't leave until another woman I find.
To spend my life with instead of just casual and idle time.
I try to relieve it with physical releases and sighs.
I'm no longer having fun so time no longer flies.
I try to hide the pain that is visible in my eyes.
My soul is in pain but it reflects in me.
The ache makes my mind linger on the past and my heart bleed.
My soul longs for love because that's what it needs.
The loneliness makes my flames of passion dull.
The ache only worsens from the memories that are in my skull.
I remember what I had and the beautiful days that I saw.
And wish that i could repeat them all.

A Connection

My soul aches for a connection.
I need more than what I can explain.
I do not wish to be alone.
I do not wish to be not alone.
I want everything that the world has to offer me.
But yet I only want to live comfortably.
I want to have my intergrity.
I need to be in control.
I need to accept that I cannot control everything.
Everything would just fall into place if I had that connection.
It isn't a psychological or bodily need.
All of me needs it.
I feign for it.
In my center, not my heart, not my mind.
My soul feigns for that connection.
The connection that makes everything okay.
The connection that frees me and binds.
The connection that makes everything okay,
even when it's not.
The connection that makes everyday beyond just worth living.
The connection that makes each day a day that can be savored and remembered.

When You Find - Wiz Khalifa. Perfect Song

Damn..
don't, don't..
daamn.

Don't leave
cuz you're my oxygen,
without you I won't breathe.
You're everything I want, need,
for you I wear my heart on a short sleeve.
I know somethings need changing
that takes time, I need more, please.
You say I ain't do everything I coulda done,
like the shit i did ain't good enough.
Your friends said they been woulda left.
Ain't do you right so you head to the left.
I can't say that i blame you,
never thought it would be this painful.
People do it everyday - i can change too.
But, dealin with the heartbreak is what she can't do - true
& thats how real get.
whatcha feel ain't easy to deal with.

CHORUS;
When you find the girl you love has gone,
you ask yourself why life must go on.
You beg your lord above, to send someone your way
deep inside you pray he'll bring her back someday.

Don't go,
how to live my life without you, i just don't know.
Whatcha feel in this relationship, its not that it can't, it just won't grow.
I say i love you, you say it don't show.
Fuck the money & the gifts don't count.
What about the smaller things you needed?
& why the fuck you had too leave before i seen it.
Damn i need your love like a weed stick.
Bein without you is like kathy no regis.
I kept secrets i couldn't apologize enough times for messin with that freak bitch,
but i can still tell that you leavin.
Like i said i can't blame you the least bit,
crying shame is
times is changin.
Best friends become strangers
thats how it is.

CHORUS;
When you find the girl you love has gone,
you ask yourself why life must go on.
you beg your lord above, to send someone your way
deep inside you pray he'll bring her back someday.

A Body: III

At night my body craves another
To lay on my chest as we lay under the covers.
To hold as she listens to my heartbeat
As the rhythm slows and I fall into a deep sleep.

At night my body craves another
It wants the same girl and no other.
It wants not sex, only rest
Although getting through the night without it may be a test.

At night my body breaks out in cold sweats
As my arms reach out for you and find no-one my mind gets restless.
Until loneliness pulls me out of my sleep
For me to try again and end up doing a repeat.

At night my body breaks out in cold sweats
Regretting the nights it took for granted the body with which it had been blessed.
It dreams the dreams of again feeling her touch
It seems that her body has made my dreams corrupt.

A Time

There was a time when there was someone I gave my all to.
A time when I felt there was someone to share my burdens with.
A time where I didn't feel as though the weight of the world was on my shoulders.
You were the reason for that time.

Now is a time where my heart is heavy and my mind is burdened.
Now is a time where there are plenty of people to share with.
Now is a time where none of them I feel a connection with.
You are the reason for this time.

Then was a time where I felt like time with you would be a dream I'd never wake from.
Now is a time where I feel as though this nightmare will never end.
Then is a time when I thought I'd never see this nightmare.
Now is a time where I wish my dream would begin again.

Now is a time where I realize that it's time to allow my life to change.
Then is a time where I thought I could never move on.
Now is a time where I decide i must move on.
Now is a time where I don't know if I can.

There was a time where I knew we would last forever,
A time where i would spend nights by your side.
There was a time where I knew our love would carry us through anything.
That time was when I looked in your eyes.

Now is a time where I wonder how I got from there to this time.
A time where I'm afraid to stare into those eyes.
Now is a time where I wonder how I let things progress.
To a time where I cannot even look at you.

Now is a time of forward progression.
Now is a time where I can no longer look back.
Now is a time where I can no longer long for that time.
Now is the time where I leave all of this behind.

A Man

To lead is to understand that your actions effect more than just yourself but those around.
To be an example is to understand that there are always other people watching you, emulating you.
To be a good brother is to have your brothers' back, to take care of them, to make sure no one hurts them, to enforce your parents teachings.
To be a good boyfriend is to listen and to understand, to be there when no one else is, to push her to be her greatest self and to recognize that somethings just aren't worth fighting for.
To be a good husband is to take care of her, to love her, to grow old with her, to know her, to make sure she is never lonely, to show her that with age does not come the loss of passion.
To be a good father is to take care of your children, to enforce the ideas of right and wrong, to discipline when necessary, to admit when you are wrong, to love your children unconditionally.
To be a man is to be honest to yourself first, to be honest to others second, to live up to your responsibilities, to do what's right despite your desires and needs. To recognize that sometimes you need to put others before yourself.

I dream of a world where I have the strength to lead those who need guidance.
I dream of a world where I am a proper example to those who seek one.
I dream of a world where I am good brother. I dream I am an example to them. Someone to protect them from their own mistakes. Someone that does not lead them into trouble.
I dream of a world where I could once again be a good boyfriend to someone who needs it. I dream I can offer her an ear to listen, a mind to understand, a presence when there is no other, and a compromising spirit.
I dream of a world where I am a loyal husband to my wife. I dream I am able to take care of her, to love her, to grow old with her, to keep her company, and to remain passionate as time fades us away.
I dream of a world where my wife and I have children. I dream I am a good father who raises his kids into something I can be proud of.

These things I am not.
But I am a man.

A Body: II

A Body:
I want a body to caress
To hold against mine at night
Because I know with a body I'll get more rest
And then we can start the morning right.

Her Body:
I want her to brush against my lips
with the tease of a first kiss
that makes me reach for her hips
to feel the warmth and bliss
that is her body

No Body:
I want to be without the fear
Of thinking one day a body that I have will leave from here
And leave me again desiring what I desire now
To be close to a woman in more ways than just sex
With a beautiful body next to mine a pray to be blessed.
But if it came and then left
I'd be far past depressed.

Love

To be unsure
To desire
To hate
To feel pain
To be happy
To trust
To be yourself
To expect
To be disappointed
To defend
To hurt
To be hurt
To grow
To compromise
To lust
To please
To dream of a future
To inspire
To wish
To value
To cry or watch cry
To be willing to suffer
To dream
To be disappointed
To lie
To be exposed
To be sure
To doubt

A Body

1st Feeling: All I want is a body
Anybody
To hold close until her fears fall away
To hold until my pain fades into empty space
To fall asleep next to and to wake up and watch her breathe peacefully

2nd Feeling: All I want is your body
Only your body
To hold to make up for past mistakes
To hold to show that my love is still there
To kiss gently to show you that I'll always care

3rd Feeling: All I want is nobody
To be alone
To lay in the safety of knowing that I cannot lose what I don't have
To pretend that my body doesn't crave another
To avoid reality and feel nothing

Empty Room

There's an emptiness
in a room with black walls and light wooden laminated floors.
The room has white crescent moon molding and white funiture with black trim.
There is a stone fireplace with a wood burning fire roaring.
Still there is an emptiness.

There is a black coffee table in the center of the room,
atop a white sqaure rug.
There is a portrait of an angel staring upwards in a silver frame,
and a window with a view of a clear ocean.
Still there is an emptiness.

There is a purple grinder on the coffee table,
filled with a green substance.
Across from the portrait on the opposite wall is a mirror.
There is a statue of a woman on the left of the black and white couch.
Still there is an emptiness.

There is a white paper on the table to the left of the grinder,
also filled with a green substance.
To the right of the couch is a black round table.
There is a lamp with a silver frame sitting on top of that table.
Still there is an emptiness.
In the reflection of the mirror are the vacant eyes of a man
with a joint in his hand,
That burns a sweet smoke deep into his lungs,
just above his soul
where the emptiness lies.

Original

Rest in peace to originality.
All these people conforming is such a tragedy.
Look around and all you see is people committing mimicry.
And I pray to God they never mimic me.
It's a catastrophe that Originality has suffered so many causalities.
But when people imagine originality, they will imagine me.
This man here aiming to be unique.
Using the freedom that God gifted him with to think.
The one one oddball in a crowd, always that one guy out of sync.
So different from what you expect.
But so much better than all the rest.
So you people can abandon common sense if you dare.
But don't come crying to me about how life is unfair,
while strapped down waiting for the man to turn on your electric chair.
That's what following crowds gets you.
And this too goes for the ladies always chasing after the same types of dudes.
Instead of looking for someone striving to be an individual.
And if you don't like me then,
be out of my sight by the time my line ends.