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.

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. 

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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.

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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. 

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?

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.

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?

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.

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.

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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.

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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.

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.