tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10442765717930593322024-02-06T23:43:00.082-05:00Lejon's LyricsMusic and LejonNotionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03795162043697568548noreply@blogger.comBlogger57125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1044276571793059332.post-762458824763969902012-01-12T08:39:00.001-05:002012-01-12T08:39:26.231-05:00wow this video is awesomely informative please check it out<p><object width='425' height='355'><param name='movie' value='http://www.youtube.com/v/ZyAKDIVQzVE&rel=1'></param><param name='wmode' value='transparent'></param><embed src='http://www.youtube.com/v/ZyAKDIVQzVE&rel=1' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' wmode='transparent' width='425' height='355'></embed></object></p><div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'>Published with Blogger-droid v2.0.3</div>Notionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03795162043697568548noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1044276571793059332.post-84648220762077858542012-01-11T07:23:00.001-05:002012-01-11T07:23:04.411-05:00Real Love<p><a href='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh23g1dSg4Lzu8htMD_OLvixPlK7aVQQv7s-i7z2FwXAOxIBhSaOPUUX69osptjgrfAJFbm-WBHonq7Dc9g9RWWci_STIDFC67p7SRVD2FLq7QSmhTyRMZyPdsdSmb9Q7TcQRlctKtiVY4/s0/silk_dreams.jpg.jpeg'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh23g1dSg4Lzu8htMD_OLvixPlK7aVQQv7s-i7z2FwXAOxIBhSaOPUUX69osptjgrfAJFbm-WBHonq7Dc9g9RWWci_STIDFC67p7SRVD2FLq7QSmhTyRMZyPdsdSmb9Q7TcQRlctKtiVY4/s400/silk_dreams.jpg.jpeg' /></a></p><p>Wanting your connection, <br> <br/> awaiting real affection, <br> <br/> I can stand in the rain like you<br> <br/> I need life more than what you will do<br> <br/> I need you now<br> <br/> But i didn't listen, I didn't heed warnings<br> <br/> Loved to the core of me<br> <br/> Toppled skyscrapers just to store with me<br> <br/> Memories that would last forever<br> <br/> Wearing my hoody, her perfume still on my sweater<br> <br/> She needed to run from me<br> <br/> As fast as she could<br> <br/> Love like this is not good <br> <br/> Too raw the way we kiss<br> <br/> Like if time stopped there is a second we would miss<br> <br/> Touching like we would lose feeling in our hands soon<br> <br/> Trapping each other in this live tomb<br> <br/> Buried alive did we do outside life<br> <br/> Just to live in a time where we didn't need <font color ="#000000">time</font><br> <br/> A moment lost in forever<br> <br/> Goodbye real love we must part for the better</p> <br/> <div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'>Published with Blogger-droid v2.0.3</div>Notionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03795162043697568548noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1044276571793059332.post-83510306392849729172012-01-10T18:15:00.001-05:002012-01-10T18:17:33.278-05:00Would I<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeZNFwU-ZwMl84_0CkxGEAC_QN5V8z0keKE7XmSJLL8zJbIJhl4T4nAckWPhyphenhyphenPt-O6dPhY5MCTTUVqlkRQJUi7PMCBdjnB1uBuc906TIEL5RPjpMzK_rGlQDGm0q6pFw09JAQ7ThyphenhyphenJ0iQ/s1600/405460_2768494822950_1575330753_2479210_726038146_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 298px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeZNFwU-ZwMl84_0CkxGEAC_QN5V8z0keKE7XmSJLL8zJbIJhl4T4nAckWPhyphenhyphenPt-O6dPhY5MCTTUVqlkRQJUi7PMCBdjnB1uBuc906TIEL5RPjpMzK_rGlQDGm0q6pFw09JAQ7ThyphenhyphenJ0iQ/s400/405460_2768494822950_1575330753_2479210_726038146_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696146281847506338" /></a><br /><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); ">I wanna reach you on a level that none shall reach</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); ">where our minds collide and our bodies compete</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); ">for total domination, i lied if i said i was patient, i've been anxious</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); ">to secrete my thoughts in the cores of your soul</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); ">bold am i</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); ">unfold do i</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); ">well only the thoughts and actions you fret to reveal</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); ">baby i make real what u conceal as only imagination</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); ">would i fake love like we've shared</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); ">would i craft moments that we've starred into the ceiling paint</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); ">wondering if this is real of if it aint</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); ">the answer is yes,</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); ">but only if i get to live and love again like this</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); ">before death</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "> </p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><br /></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><br /></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); ">the mixtape is going to be hot, and this is just the opening</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); ">I"m back for those who missed me its been a long time since i've blogged</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><br /></p>Notionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03795162043697568548noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1044276571793059332.post-65594870148928563952009-07-25T21:50:00.004-04:002009-07-25T22:37:38.584-04:00Detroit Lion<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxU19pmDimDU-252SwnSwBK8bw5xf6r8GoxxZqN5AD94B7DLWLDhjdQ6Tcfg57yXjL54JqSdVpAr9xY_M5xqGoVRiWqH8pMR5c22IAvFt-hajwZ_AZ8y1lh1Cd6aSQgg-ckM6dFnXxJy0/s1600-h/lion.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 383px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxU19pmDimDU-252SwnSwBK8bw5xf6r8GoxxZqN5AD94B7DLWLDhjdQ6Tcfg57yXjL54JqSdVpAr9xY_M5xqGoVRiWqH8pMR5c22IAvFt-hajwZ_AZ8y1lh1Cd6aSQgg-ckM6dFnXxJy0/s400/lion.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362584706974218130" border="0" /></a><br />Until the lion learns to speak<br />His mind be trapped in the streets<br />Constantly running from the thought of think<br />Splashing puddles of what they bleed<br />Staining his paws and his feet<br />In a dull scarlet before they’re free<br />Living with no knowledge for the young to teach<br />In this cage Detroit City<br /><br />I’ve seen the stretchers<br />The outlined chalk being measured<br />I felt the cold flesh’s hard texture<br />I’ve listened to the long lectures of the teachers and preachers<br />Giving me the run down on how the town was before my era<br />About how respect and morals use to exist<br />How we ain’t worried about nothing but what’s shinning on my neck and wrist<br />How our pants sag to our knees<br />About how our mind’s our trapped and forever never freed<br />With a glock as our sword and our shield as a bare naked chest<br />So we take in and ingest our death wholly<br />As the new age, the beginning of the end<br />In a time where a friend could mean death<br />Where a wrong perception could be your rest in<br />Piece place, with the worms tucking you in bed<br />With a fluffed hard tombstone<br />And I ask you, how can we possibly learn to create change when you don’t teach us to speak<br />You just complain and let us be<br /><br />Until the lion learns to speak<br />His mind be trapped in the streets<br />Constantly running from the thought of think<br />Splashing puddles of what they bleed<br />Staining his paws and his feet<br />In a dull scarlet before they’re free<br />Living with no knowledge for the young to teach<br />In this cage Detroit City<br /><br />Are you ready to see through our eyes<br />Can you even grasp a perception of how it feels to be the problem of the world<br />Of how it feels to fear waking up<br />Of how it feels to not know what the good days use to be<br />My best days were spent listening to a lil rnb in the back seat<br />And that’s only because mom wouldn’t let me see the tears dripping in her lap in the front seat<br />So how can you all keep judging me<br />What is there to do but get gassed up on the bul ish coming through the speakers<br />If you held buckets to catch my tears I would drown you<br />Because you don’t know the truth<br />And you tell us we should take a walk in your shoes<br />Well try and fit yo feet in my shoes and see just how hard it is having all that shit bottled inside of you<br />So tight that yo heart can’t beat too hard<br />That you can’t take too big of a deep breath<br />That we automatically stick out our chests<br />But enough of that, I was simba<br /><br />The lion knows how to speak<br />My mind freed from the streets<br />I taught myself the art of speech but<br />My paws forever stained with my fathers blood<br />But more flows through me<br />And that’s how I survived until this moment<br />As a lion in Detroit’s concrete jungleNotionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03795162043697568548noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1044276571793059332.post-42562608658372927532009-07-25T17:32:00.003-04:002009-07-25T18:00:06.154-04:00Update my people<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbgzpOD3xehqNOGSCWRqlOqbETw_RzI3qEV0-ycSIK_9S04uYD3guOnKvQ3Q5BdTKdx348i8pfLKZKd2Cnk6nRqPraNXeEGh37HjCu_6NirEud5bGodM3jvFqEig6S4irc02B_qtFSAIo/s1600-h/CIMG0096.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbgzpOD3xehqNOGSCWRqlOqbETw_RzI3qEV0-ycSIK_9S04uYD3guOnKvQ3Q5BdTKdx348i8pfLKZKd2Cnk6nRqPraNXeEGh37HjCu_6NirEud5bGodM3jvFqEig6S4irc02B_qtFSAIo/s400/CIMG0096.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362520859224890722" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjksjRN9aAyMPDSscfIQGsattk7RuH4pUvCC-MiwZaIBE8i2NJ2RosjObvJJBFuuetQIVpTkhtg79qlOzKrhyphenhypheniU_sH6JpT94r3ldbd-ZgICHbMIh5GMjM9mQi-bY1GoU6KFBm6QM15XrIw/s1600-h/CIMG0097.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjksjRN9aAyMPDSscfIQGsattk7RuH4pUvCC-MiwZaIBE8i2NJ2RosjObvJJBFuuetQIVpTkhtg79qlOzKrhyphenhypheniU_sH6JpT94r3ldbd-ZgICHbMIh5GMjM9mQi-bY1GoU6KFBm6QM15XrIw/s400/CIMG0097.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362520756346289922" border="0" /></a><br />hey so this is just some stuff that's been going on with me<br />i just got my debit card which is cool, but i don't know what i should buy first man it's so much stuff to be bought off the internet nowadays<br />and i also have that palm pre which i bought a couple weeks ago<br />i really want to buy a bunch of hot shoes just to get my sneaker game on point but i don't know where i should shop<br />and i'm not a rich guy i work at cvs where they aren't paying me enough if you know what i mean,<br />so people i need some bargains or something<br />I'M BROKE<br />so help please, give me shoe sites now lol<br />but hey i'm gone have something for my poetry people later on today and it ain't gone be like last time lol sorry about thatNotionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03795162043697568548noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1044276571793059332.post-10798721146647890502009-07-20T15:16:00.003-04:002009-07-20T15:55:42.901-04:00I'm Late For Work<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQaRMtMtLSU4EIPKRXqZMyKqlXC38hIu6dwjp2d2ku-ZSwznlfZCB_LV7CeEKyJKXjwBl8F-1fLj1BEbP5gW3UmJqMhBIe4rRGSbCXk5cl-gjbe8UZZ_ncPXwJeIDZa_dMonxBogQMci4/s1600-h/blkart1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 274px; height: 209px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQaRMtMtLSU4EIPKRXqZMyKqlXC38hIu6dwjp2d2ku-ZSwznlfZCB_LV7CeEKyJKXjwBl8F-1fLj1BEbP5gW3UmJqMhBIe4rRGSbCXk5cl-gjbe8UZZ_ncPXwJeIDZa_dMonxBogQMci4/s400/blkart1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360633407204335346" border="0" /></a><br />Baby stop<br />baby i need to get away from you<br />stop kissing my neck<br />laying on top of me<br />body to body massaging my flesh<br />baby you know i need to leave<br />my shirt isn't ironed<br />my pants are not pressed<br />but the way you lay, with my lips so close to your neck<br />you know i want to taste it but<br />but...<br />but baby I gotta go<br />let my feet reach the out skirts of that door<br />work is calling<br />but...damn the way you crawl to me<br />climbing up my body like a tree<br />makes me want to wrap these braches around you<br />let the beads of sweat fall like leaves to you<br />so so gracefully while i'm burring my roots<br />in that soil<br />oh baby... stop ... kissing my neck<br />see you got me thinking metaphorically about your love<br />at least let me call off before they call me<br />before i root this tree<br />and let you rain around feeding me<br />the waters of life<br />baby we moved mountains last night<br />but now your asking me to give you a dream<br />well baby i want you to close your eyes and feel my dream love<br />breath it<br />exhale it<br />and conceive us<br />while i simply take us into flight<br />in this morning's sunlight<br />over the city<br />so soft and delicately<br />Breath it...softlyNotionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03795162043697568548noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1044276571793059332.post-31365390411512736602009-07-05T11:14:00.001-04:002009-07-05T11:15:49.737-04:00A Name ChangeSo i recently found this guy in the great city of Detroit who has the same name as me or atleast the Notion part and i think i should change my name but what do i change too<br /><br />help me out people i need major suggestionsNotionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03795162043697568548noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1044276571793059332.post-65311509307889241492009-07-03T14:17:00.006-04:002009-07-03T14:47:41.747-04:00My Thrown<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCVCx5qzy4A0vjtKFF_xwvoHgXofLTs4BECCEDZ_eLmU8Q8cuZLW3FvwgdYfGJ4ab88vmc6do98BfQE-vEpOYUswy8TCO0jEc1_Pp2xaqZxiRsw8HqQxhl4lwNlHAej6ztWGbiWm1ry1Q/s1600-h/black+love.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 296px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCVCx5qzy4A0vjtKFF_xwvoHgXofLTs4BECCEDZ_eLmU8Q8cuZLW3FvwgdYfGJ4ab88vmc6do98BfQE-vEpOYUswy8TCO0jEc1_Pp2xaqZxiRsw8HqQxhl4lwNlHAej6ztWGbiWm1ry1Q/s400/black+love.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354303703598022274" border="0" /></a><br />Let me kiss that neck<br />and listen to my lips when the touch<br />here is my undeniable start to your completeness<br />i'll feed you my leanness<br />while i drink your weakness<br />and empower my fiendish need for a queenness<br />i mean goddess, to give me something so mythological<br />like an all night dreamish sex<br />to vaccinate my sickness,<br />but you can't cure my love making<br />just keep awaiting for your next eruption<br />because you will come, and come give me reasons to<br />come, and give you vibrations while your coming,<br />because i only come inside you to bring the life out<br />give me your might and now<br />give me sight,<br />because all you need is hearing for moans<br />your voice for screams<br />your taste so i can wet your tongue<br />and your feeling to feeeeel it all<br />and you kneel to a king breathing a breath of his sex<br />because you felt all that and i only kissed your neck<br />would you like a taste baby<br />because i serve perfection<br />without negligence of your needs<br />I will step off this thrown to give you a real life wet dream<br />just kiss my neck and try to breath<br />deep and slowly<br />now come here babyNotionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03795162043697568548noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1044276571793059332.post-36386725038913406172009-07-01T11:40:00.003-04:002009-07-01T11:42:02.554-04:00I'm Sorry my peopleI'm sorry i haven't been on here to give you all that fill of good poetry and i'm getting back to it today but i'm in the works of writing something for Micheal Jackson, and some stuff for this play i'm doin but for i promise i'll have something pleasing to the mind for yall todayNotionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03795162043697568548noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1044276571793059332.post-75639968065445640652009-06-18T12:57:00.002-04:002009-06-18T13:01:57.459-04:00Check my brotha from anotha motha out<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhg_JgUz-GYL-nryR6MCsWEs5ySRXb1OV4iwA630OVMyD6dkDkYuFtZ3VC1_6zZ6DwtU1Qjq3WlKcEqo2KWu9TWPzws9lfc7uLMtnvQQ6vbPV3h3znWEOmYL134rCDaSCGwsYmkIhQB1fc/s1600-h/l_c3152188bc524262a312107857e92d73.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhg_JgUz-GYL-nryR6MCsWEs5ySRXb1OV4iwA630OVMyD6dkDkYuFtZ3VC1_6zZ6DwtU1Qjq3WlKcEqo2KWu9TWPzws9lfc7uLMtnvQQ6vbPV3h3znWEOmYL134rCDaSCGwsYmkIhQB1fc/s400/l_c3152188bc524262a312107857e92d73.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348713943542940754" border="0" /></a><br />www.myspace.com/ulyssessgrand<br /><br />hey if you really into poetry and you like the deep stuff, like lupe well check my boy out, and my followers know i would send them to no bulshit, just listen people, and i mean listenNotionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03795162043697568548noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1044276571793059332.post-67880024472523698342009-06-12T23:06:00.001-04:002009-06-13T10:00:32.494-04:00Your Brown Flesh's Depth<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi06ASICZDoE9tHIvbbyVTHXMitGdDl1spQ3t_98smvIuTU_GT3hg35LZvQU2cJIETAEjWAgxUlVDxrU8pkE6rzqd0tWfsHLu-U7-fpG_mp7zYmi0Z76Hj_kj404aIPkLBAVKkmC_wSzbM/s1600-h/20070916-african-american-parade-11-crowd.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi06ASICZDoE9tHIvbbyVTHXMitGdDl1spQ3t_98smvIuTU_GT3hg35LZvQU2cJIETAEjWAgxUlVDxrU8pkE6rzqd0tWfsHLu-U7-fpG_mp7zYmi0Z76Hj_kj404aIPkLBAVKkmC_wSzbM/s400/20070916-african-american-parade-11-crowd.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346646330666065378" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Hey listen brown skin, this title your wall<br />Unclimbable, dedicated to your extreme fall<br />before your feet work in unity under you<br />That’s why you keep tipping over, and swaying to the side<br />Because you wearing that coat like a cloak instead of pride<br /><br />You use it to have a reason to say eff the world<br />You make it your reason to degrade our women before they can evolve from girls<br />You waste the time of those you know and care about because you don’t think brown skin can change like cream does<br />You wear those the symbols and trust the ones who keep you cold in this world<br />You keep wearing less and less showing the jewels on your backside and chest<br />You drink vanity with breakfast<br />You have drama for dinner<br />Eating our world from the center<br />You waste of my color<br />We could’ve gave that life to a more deserving brother or sister<br />But it’s you Ms. And Mr.<br />Black person<br />So breath life in yourself if know one else will<br />And be limitless<br />Jehovah didn’t give us air just to waste a breath<br /><br /><br />Hey listen brown skin, this title your wall<br />Unclimbable, dedicated to your extreme fall<br />before your feet work in unity under you<br />That’s why you keep tipping over, and swaying to the side<br />Because you wearing that coat like a cloak instead of pride<br />Turn that cloak inside out and wear your skin like it’s goldNotionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03795162043697568548noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1044276571793059332.post-11202554840852849182009-06-09T11:26:00.000-04:002009-06-09T23:07:06.450-04:00Losing Me<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKlLPgRvzDPjLmlxPuRhUNgzaHXoYFOhy0UNCo0cNbWmo0XRyZpt_bkrBGshDEYEtSng7YYlIsepFn6vKxY0aQjkUpoXW1Pwm7-_nSwmz_LjcDwHhMs1I6KUmsongfjRetRUKCSVRzfJ4/s1600-h/z94554949.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 309px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKlLPgRvzDPjLmlxPuRhUNgzaHXoYFOhy0UNCo0cNbWmo0XRyZpt_bkrBGshDEYEtSng7YYlIsepFn6vKxY0aQjkUpoXW1Pwm7-_nSwmz_LjcDwHhMs1I6KUmsongfjRetRUKCSVRzfJ4/s400/z94554949.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345530055494183170" border="0" /></a><br />I keep looking at your smile<br />And seeing straight through it<br />Don’t feel my hand’s when I touch you<br />Because your skin is such a foreign instrument<br />It gets cold on my finger tips<br /><br />Your smell I want to wrap myself in<br />So I have no choice but feel you around me<br />Because in these public places<br />The other foreign people surround me<br />And I’m slightly interested in smelling them<br /><br />That intangible cord around our wrists<br />Seems to have ripped<br />From all the strenuous tugging towards me<br />I did for you, and It only stretched until<br />it did the opposite of what is was suppose too<br /><br />And some how repels me from you<br />I feel like I’m pushing together the backs of magnets<br />But you, you tend to smile<br />I wonder how it feels<br />To not feel me<br /><br />You know I often laugh at these events<br />I laugh at that person in the mirrors<br />And as for this person they call me<br />I regret to even look in the eyes<br />because this thing that I’ve become is so weak<br /><br />And I just stare in awe,<br />Saying to myself that I loved for you<br />And in the process lost meNotionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03795162043697568548noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1044276571793059332.post-81251727792945614692009-06-06T22:55:00.002-04:002009-06-06T22:59:32.788-04:00I'm taking requests<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzTFp6txpl0zoY9m9dNpQbiu27ezC5MmiGzFPCkPsC5VoU7y1zh1y0WhSNtF__MOQD9PfCIbWAAEVJXzO_I69vEWA52eaCYEFOsog3TPje3rEbAhAPwONRzNLDYADMGUcpBxpHfryScKA/s1600-h/Light_Skinned_Vs_Dark_Skinned.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 237px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzTFp6txpl0zoY9m9dNpQbiu27ezC5MmiGzFPCkPsC5VoU7y1zh1y0WhSNtF__MOQD9PfCIbWAAEVJXzO_I69vEWA52eaCYEFOsog3TPje3rEbAhAPwONRzNLDYADMGUcpBxpHfryScKA/s320/Light_Skinned_Vs_Dark_Skinned.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344414928518724082" border="0" /></a><br />I was thinking about my next poem and what i<br />should write about and i thought maybe i<br />should ask you all since you guys read it, I'm<br />taking suggestions from all areas and topics ANYTHING,<br />no suggestion is bad just let me knowNotionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03795162043697568548noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1044276571793059332.post-9475521076935032142009-06-01T12:56:00.001-04:002009-06-01T13:00:58.298-04:00Angel Cake<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKXA0fWrCOM6XH3v9_3_GbnEK-ZK7eDnX81s97snjzolw5AbuxApv6jAnsudXN7_Z38JbRRIFocCvhfylD90HasgNQ0JCFvs8Q3d_j8PHonvCmp52RuR9EiFWgWnt69xh9ob7IlrncJT8/s1600-h/anime_angel.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 496px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 314px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342405099494726594" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKXA0fWrCOM6XH3v9_3_GbnEK-ZK7eDnX81s97snjzolw5AbuxApv6jAnsudXN7_Z38JbRRIFocCvhfylD90HasgNQ0JCFvs8Q3d_j8PHonvCmp52RuR9EiFWgWnt69xh9ob7IlrncJT8/s320/anime_angel.jpg" /></a><br /><div>I could hold you up to the light just to see my slice gleam<br />Envisioning my existence’s means<br />I can hear her moan like screams<br />When I’m licking the icing from the center of her layers<br />Hot cream, or is it Ice cream I eat a bite of this Angel Cake with<br />Baby stop it, please don’t fake it<br />Because your facial expressions tell a truth more greater than any other passionate utterance could tower over, the power over this flesh that I have is like a great mass or force of gravity<br />We are mortals in sexual combat, call it a bedroom fatality<br />Enough to make you bow to your majesty<br />I want a slice of you, a taste of your L I F E,<br />your emended essences trapped beyond those pink pearly gates or should I say<br />Your spreaded icing concealed between those layers of moist angel cake lips<br />French vanilla, the perfect ice cream to eat on the side of you<br />Or on top or dripping down or better yet eaten right out of you<br />See My angel I love o hear the sound of you<br />The way you wine like Jamaican mami for more of my extacy<br />The way you whisper in my ear “I’m the door to your pleasure walk through me”<br />Cuz I’m already running my fingers up yo thighs<br />I guess I could stroll through the double doors of destiny<br />Let me rub my fingers across your beautiful wings you slice of beautiful life<br />See I want to eat you off a fork and smear a little of you with my lips<br />Just so I have a reason to lick you off it<br />And the plate at the end of my slice and ice cream I won’t toss it<br />Believe me I’m gone lick like I’m a little kid until I get icing on my nose<br />Let me eat you until your wings fall off And horns come through your head<br />A devil’s delightful delicacy<br />And I want to be fed up with being fed so much of you that I get so pissed when you don’t give me excellence<br />That I over indulge myself with you next time just to make sure there are no imperfections<br />Sex-tioning off our love caking into different levels<br />To transition into consecutively<br />So smoothly like a melody<br />My angle you gone feel like you flying when you spreading that icing on me<br />Don’t taunt me, come to me<br />Now spread your wings<br />and give me a slice of you </div>Notionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03795162043697568548noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1044276571793059332.post-43199014401847791052009-05-27T17:21:00.009-04:002009-05-28T11:14:56.709-04:00New Truth<div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkwj6rp_7ZNxuhOSq8G43gaqOe5ftz_WZFBOoPtaHQJDRgOIFRajGOThokaUlOtml7MS7C9YDj-kvkQRp_-HtIhT1v4L1bj_tC_vQ760NO_-vkAErFUrew7b0v1QKM4QiFgnq5335LMlM/s1600-h/open+mic.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340650997082098418" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 194px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkwj6rp_7ZNxuhOSq8G43gaqOe5ftz_WZFBOoPtaHQJDRgOIFRajGOThokaUlOtml7MS7C9YDj-kvkQRp_-HtIhT1v4L1bj_tC_vQ760NO_-vkAErFUrew7b0v1QKM4QiFgnq5335LMlM/s320/open+mic.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div>I've started my regress into my worst place<br />I'm starting to pick out masks to cover up my real face<br />I think i might revoke the door to my entrance space<br />I'm injecting my selflessness with a dose of selfish<br />to remold my appearance, without all that damn vintage<br /></div><br /><br /><div>and a pinch of salt sprinkled over my existence<br />just because thats how it tastes sometime<br />and don't expect me to keep my own mind<br />cuz mine needs a little more mining,<br />to see if we can expose the diamonds,<br /></div><br /><br /><div>cuz the lying at doing nothin but keeping my relying on re-lying<br />and the same story twice is playing yourself</div><div>the sirens calling me to that money clothes cars and wealth</div><div>but i gotta keep my head, and re-up my stealth</div><div>desiring that woman, the only chocolate i wanna melt</div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><div>and beating these buckle debucklers off my belt</div><div>cuz reaching out with assistance makes them think it's more than just help</div>cuz I tend to share the aces in the cards i was delt<br />using the jokers on the closest to me<br />it's a new day and i'll bring in a new me<br /><br /><div></div><br /><div>put a couple lyrics on my pad through my new Zs</div>the old ones didn't permit me to lyric my dreams<br />but i'm mastering a new craft, updating my scheme<br />and the plot is to turn my listeners into the fiends<br />and my fiendish want for brilliance in my speech<br /><br /><div></div>will seize because i'm past it<br /><div> </div></div>Notionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03795162043697568548noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1044276571793059332.post-49800583519713733952009-05-23T21:56:00.002-04:002009-05-23T22:01:48.130-04:00Waterfall Sleep<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfmRtvZFHoiOdi3U2EqdiCvM_s7wVLzSG40QwMuvbtl1ebrdlnJNPAGijGONzR1o9bhkG-IjvGh2iTFKGo1sQWIs_qTnKS07Deq4WLUq2EyMqWINUE59M9qaXS3cgoZUfj4TkaHdtU8TQ/s1600-h/3991~Chambre-Estivale-Posters.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 256px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339204164188866594" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfmRtvZFHoiOdi3U2EqdiCvM_s7wVLzSG40QwMuvbtl1ebrdlnJNPAGijGONzR1o9bhkG-IjvGh2iTFKGo1sQWIs_qTnKS07Deq4WLUq2EyMqWINUE59M9qaXS3cgoZUfj4TkaHdtU8TQ/s320/3991~Chambre-Estivale-Posters.jpg" /></a><br />I know about you and<br />How much you think about me<br />that’s why when you sleep under silk sheets<br />That thong is first removed like cousins<br />Boiling hot your blood starts bubbling<br />And you gasping for air accepting my celestial loving<br />Your body is screaming for you to touch him<br />And I’m whispering touch me<br />Let me get you higher than the stars you can’t see<br />With a hit of this blueberry stardust Cush weed sex<br />Chant my name<br />Whisper to me yo notions of sexual wishes<br />Your notions of sexual limits<br />Your notions of sexual positions<br />Your notions of how to take all my inches<br />Your notions of how to complete sentences<br />And n n n not stutter<br />Cuz I use this bed like a slice of bread<br />To melt yo flesh and spread you like butter<br />And as much as I got you licking yo fingers I can’t believe it’s not<br />And I won’t stop, because I stay so rock<br />Swabbing the deepest darkest decks in yo ship<br />And I can name that place beyond those wet lips<br />My cock pit<br />My Ms. Fantasize, water fall sleep, about me when I’m thirsty<br />because she says it’s like I’m drinking slowly from a doggy dish<br />Taking slow sips from her stream<br />While she sings French opera like<br />"<em>E allor dicea, con flebil suono<br />L’estasi amor soave</em> "<br />Which means<br />"<em>Saying in a passionate voice<br />our sweet love</em> "<br />And that’s where it ends because she doesn’t know any more French<br />But with every kiss to her chest the harder her little nipples get<br />And the deeper I hit<br />She’ll be speaking fluently French and maybe even a little Spanish<br />Waking others with her screams<br />And right before her alarm clock sings<br />She leaves my lips a kiss to thank me<br />For another hot fantasy in her wet dreams<br />See baby I know exactly how you think of me<br />And I’ll see you tonight in your sleepNotionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03795162043697568548noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1044276571793059332.post-49076670397234206122009-05-21T23:42:00.001-04:002009-05-21T23:47:02.243-04:00I'm Pointing to You<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguWVAMPHiX0bECWTTZCAHrFSwdndsnsw4pP6ohxvREpO_vbilGrAoVfmbeH3bRlEG2R5RZrkscj24OAXvs9g0-mpfF7VklzV3NQCaNxybGDPEujOgCktb2iCQ6AH9jOorL98uyutjEfT0/s1600-h/MEP470~The-Click-Posters.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 221px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguWVAMPHiX0bECWTTZCAHrFSwdndsnsw4pP6ohxvREpO_vbilGrAoVfmbeH3bRlEG2R5RZrkscj24OAXvs9g0-mpfF7VklzV3NQCaNxybGDPEujOgCktb2iCQ6AH9jOorL98uyutjEfT0/s320/MEP470~The-Click-Posters.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338489796501931314" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">You<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">You right there, I want to taste your love again<br />I’ll be patient but while I wait, listen to my poetry<br />Focus baby …<br />Listen to my odes about your sweet scent<br />Baby I’m damn near hell bent<br />On wearing your peaches, citrus like,<br />Woman abstracted perfume for men<br />I want you to look past my head and<br />See your toes touch the heavens with your heels on my back<br />I’m begging you to let my lips touch both sets of yours<br />Back… and forth…<br />So I can bless them both<br />So many women look me in my face and see a young brother<br />But baby..<br />Baby I will surpass your premeditated thoughts as your lover<br />I have the key and I dare to unlock the gates of your forbidden city<br />I guarantee when I twist inside and flick that clit<br />Your spindle will twist releasing a latch bolt<br />So pleasurable your will squeeze me tight while you pulsate<br />And that door will become dust<br />And become a walk way for our lust<br />Baby I’ll make those insides com…bust<br />And that’s when I’ll slow our body’s motion up<br />Because there is no need to rush<br />But I know you can get a little eager<br />When you think that I teased… her<br />But she loves it cuz that small quake starts in your upper thighs<br />Then hit’s your knees, and curls those toes<br />While they slide slowly down my chest<br />I know my poetry is intense…<br />catch your breath please,<br />And I swear I could see each time your lip trembled<br />Right before you scream<br />My queen please<br />Let me help you, help me<br />Open every pore on that body,<br />to help you breath my sex like it’s your last breathe of air<br />And you just lay under me and stare<br />You… and… I both just stare<br />You, You there<br />now is the time, I’m ready for you<br /></div>Notionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03795162043697568548noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1044276571793059332.post-619307130448841182009-05-21T21:56:00.002-04:002009-05-21T22:02:52.056-04:00I'm BackSorry everyone who was following me, i had been moving for a while and i had to<br />wait on comcast slow asses to come install the internet but nevertheless i have something<br />beautiful for your eyes yet, as a matter of fact i got two new poems and i'll post one tonight<br />and another tomorrow, and you guys can tell me how hot they got youNotionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03795162043697568548noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1044276571793059332.post-91676682561356502012009-04-28T11:47:00.001-04:002009-04-28T11:48:53.973-04:00I didn't know<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXmTQYvevSrvJiXL4gcWY2f2JdW3ECTq3a0eBazJZe77E5pOZIRX5g5WowGL7eJHeBuygDmWJK9k1_9P6NPGoud9zPGMrFdYsd5h4x4JaoIJ4i7e-eXbbi2gTZX2UvHjhZHYRHdrnPXcI/s1600-h/AV706~Tenderness-Posters.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 260px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXmTQYvevSrvJiXL4gcWY2f2JdW3ECTq3a0eBazJZe77E5pOZIRX5g5WowGL7eJHeBuygDmWJK9k1_9P6NPGoud9zPGMrFdYsd5h4x4JaoIJ4i7e-eXbbi2gTZX2UvHjhZHYRHdrnPXcI/s320/AV706~Tenderness-Posters.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329769766728839522" border="0" /></a><br />I didn’t know I was saying goodbye to you<br />When I gave you tangible intangible love<br />What I gave you was beyond words but I’ll try to describe<br />Using these lips and<br />If I could describe your body the way I wanted too<br />It would be like four lines worth of ellipses<br />Starting off with the line<br />She was like an hour glass under a chocolate water fall<br />Where the sand froze in space because<br />Because time itself had to double take at such a creature being inside itself<br />You have never felt love so strong<br />When I stripped you of that lace bra and thong<br />Keep the high hills on<br />Baby<br />I saw the sun and the moon collide in your eyes<br />As our bodies held together so tightly<br />Baby<br />I’ve never been so close too… <br />So joined with in…<br />So connected in sync…<br />So far got damn deep…<br />So on the brink of passing the walls your body denies me reach<br />But I’m already feeling your stomach<br />So there is no need<br />Right there I gripped the bed<br />And I fed you a dream<br />Full of leaps and bounds off of skyscrapers<br />Attached together by the mountains stemming from the ocean floors<br />And right before you enter my seas<br />I told you without a word<br />Just a glance<br />To never worry and that I would keep you<br />For all time<br />Your mine<br />You looked at me with such awe in your eyes<br />But not with surprise<br />But with a look of acceptance<br />When you shook I held you<br />And told my baby I love her<br />I love her so much<br />I love you<br />That was the last time I ever saw you<br />And held you<br />And felt you<br />That was when I said goodbye to Love<br />Hopefully we’ll love againNotionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03795162043697568548noreply@blogger.com22tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1044276571793059332.post-49766747098115804872009-04-23T17:14:00.002-04:002009-04-24T10:52:11.902-04:00Men Don't Cry<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIp3V9jM6fM26as9ZF1WBPnObSjiNkrKZGYxOILJaPZi4_N-4AlU-z_w2gVgIfMAm1bnVX-fdDyUVfGjsp32-ZG1j67l6DXMLxKdvatO4PaZZvy4iBXn5sFM-mPZnx0DyVS6kkTzHZWrE/s1600-h/2812157222_37a3c61294.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 365px; height: 546px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIp3V9jM6fM26as9ZF1WBPnObSjiNkrKZGYxOILJaPZi4_N-4AlU-z_w2gVgIfMAm1bnVX-fdDyUVfGjsp32-ZG1j67l6DXMLxKdvatO4PaZZvy4iBXn5sFM-mPZnx0DyVS6kkTzHZWrE/s320/2812157222_37a3c61294.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327999504939516370" border="0" /></a><br />Real men,<br />Us<br />I don’t think you’ll ever find a real man crying<br />Especially over love,<br />but maybe under it<br />Because it doesn’t give you enough wind<br />To let out a whim<br />It crushes you as quickly as crushes do<br />As men we are reassembled in the image of the color our heart has become<br />And me<br />I expect to be getting a darker complexion<br />And some really dry skin<br />Because that cold dry hard muscle in my chest doesn’t beat any more<br />See we don’t cry for love<br />Or about love<br />Or even cry at all<br />We morn the lost of our blood’s circulation<br />Those water drips down our faces are just condensation<br />From the moisture of that muscle drying out and rising to our eyelids ventilation<br />Obviously you all have received altered and very wrong information<br />Oh<br />Okay Love the truth is<br />I hate you, the way you control every muscle in my being<br />I can’t help but keep seeing her face in every dream<br />Her smile, hearing her laugh, her having fun<br />All with out me<br />Did I deserve this distance that she loves<br />Why Love I thought you fucking wanted us to be together with her<br />But you come and go<br />But believe me I will not<br />Show this defeater of I,<br />my tears of condensation sucked out of a near non existent heart<br />Because I’m not going to cry of course<br />I’m a manNotionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03795162043697568548noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1044276571793059332.post-86132183395272935472009-04-22T23:18:00.001-04:002009-04-22T23:20:59.890-04:00Play my Blues Symphony<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEij0gDpynik_vsWtKvFcZSqUVy65M0W4fwPEUAisLoxCWAWmuN-9JAC8Vy38rGH8GY_z3ONnsCuU18VZZI7ozXDeZeQOJkR8GfzVVyW58ftXNhL4ekuoQgdWZ7_6KJKLZI1cvibr4_4pWU/s1600-h/strings.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 245px; height: 366px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEij0gDpynik_vsWtKvFcZSqUVy65M0W4fwPEUAisLoxCWAWmuN-9JAC8Vy38rGH8GY_z3ONnsCuU18VZZI7ozXDeZeQOJkR8GfzVVyW58ftXNhL4ekuoQgdWZ7_6KJKLZI1cvibr4_4pWU/s320/strings.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327721552908090994" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Tears emerge from my remembrance of bliss<br />Oh the way I dreamed for a kiss<br />The way I longed for your touch<br />Just a sip of your love<br /><br />Every time I listen to that song<br />I get so emotional<br />Because I feel for you this way<br />But my heart hurts,<br /><br />Because you are<br />“Just like a star across my sky<br />Just like a song in my heart<br />Just like the oil on my hands”<br /><br />You are a part of me<br />The part that sometimes<br />When I feel tormented in my mind<br />I don’t want back<br /><br />I want you to destroy it<br />Leave it in the dark when it can feel the chills<br />That life bills you<br />For being in existence<br /><br />I don’t want to hear your voice softly saying<br />Good night<br />Because those are the worst nights<br />Because that’s when I play that song<br /><br />When Corinne Bailey Rae sings<br />a song displaying a connection between two<br />That I long for so very badly from you<br />And piece by piece I rip apart my heart<br /><br /><br />And spread the pieces in your sky<br />And you don’t even realize that as we lie<br />It’s getting so far out of your reach<br />And slowly but surely so does me<br /><br />But I can’t willingly let my heart stray<br />And it belongs to you<br />I’ve written your name on it in so many different fonts<br />That I can not stop my yearn<br /><br />So I will stay with in reach<br />But know that I can’t turn off this song<br />This song that destroys towers<br />The towers within<br /><br />They keep shattering and reassembling<br />shattering and reassembling, shattering and reassembling<br />And I am slowly building a wall<br />With construction I’ve never had to use<br /><br />But I guess we’re born with such things<br />So I’ll listen to this song the singer brings<br />So let her sing, louder, sing<br />Louder play my blues Symphony<br /><br /><br /><br />Quotes by: Corinne Bailey Rae</div>Notionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03795162043697568548noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1044276571793059332.post-74219213817018031772009-04-21T13:40:00.001-04:002009-04-21T13:43:37.800-04:00Atlantis<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWSA0WvFCStMflruVz1NpCKFKSgwH71lbVRVSnjtD0f-6dIq7ctM6FIXT7f8N6Ln1UD0bLJTVLbB8uD0E2rdHO_7dzLxBr7A1i0FxNpsMCEbEu-Otf4iL6s2hHqmIEQBA1t8EFtiQ-i5c/s1600-h/atlantis+1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWSA0WvFCStMflruVz1NpCKFKSgwH71lbVRVSnjtD0f-6dIq7ctM6FIXT7f8N6Ln1UD0bLJTVLbB8uD0E2rdHO_7dzLxBr7A1i0FxNpsMCEbEu-Otf4iL6s2hHqmIEQBA1t8EFtiQ-i5c/s400/atlantis+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327201721286350258" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">In solitude, where I can hug my shadow<br />When he talks to me, my ears widen<br />Because my trust is inside hiding and we have to talk him out<br />that’s why my Other lures me here<br />Because to control the whole being is key<br /><br />And once I give him the key<br />He strolls through Atlantis at will<br />Until he is crowned it’s king, standing tall<br />Stilling our ears, and sleeping on our trust<br />Using all the strength we give and muster up<br /><br />But it doesn’t matter,<br />My touch will become bigger and badder<br />The way they curl up in corners<br />Stilling paper to get there voices heard<br />Beating the walls with fists full of writers block<br /><br />Cuz if they couldn’t touch pads the where would we be<br />All of me trapped inside<br />Without an inlet to plug out to<br />I think that would end me and all my senses<br />that’s why Atlantis is covered by my many trenches<br /><br />All that gets in is feelings not people<br />And if they do<br />Their eyes would pile with the rest, because this extent<br />Is past human imagination<br />And I’ll welcome them to Atlantis, my special way<br /><br />This is my place to leave you all<br />Just for a while, it’s my high, my addiction, my escape<br />My painting half night half day<br />Where my creations live<br />And words action like verbs<br /><br />And adjectives compliment the way they live<br />Since you can’t fathom<br />I’ll proceed deeper and deeper into this sea<br />Until you look in my eyes and can’t see me, with my pen<br />Like a Siren of Atlantis, bringing me home</div>Notionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03795162043697568548noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1044276571793059332.post-74898542668274452392009-04-19T09:37:00.003-04:002009-04-19T10:11:02.985-04:00The Wings in My Dreams<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitnAK1vURcPHoMS_fCcsRsu38Z0dHjpUVcumYabvBf-TTM1bzhaoZVCpaaMTIaQmGdqWAy2jggfYuKi8d6rijpp52o58MefFRGSszJ_TLlcUUMlrQqYJvZjMV2hMjEXy3rO2AqyVO7h2E/s1600-h/RDS5983~Resting-Posters.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 140px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326404457200323938" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitnAK1vURcPHoMS_fCcsRsu38Z0dHjpUVcumYabvBf-TTM1bzhaoZVCpaaMTIaQmGdqWAy2jggfYuKi8d6rijpp52o58MefFRGSszJ_TLlcUUMlrQqYJvZjMV2hMjEXy3rO2AqyVO7h2E/s400/RDS5983~Resting-Posters.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgW6inpfpIbPZQFsKyqSLyaVZn7l3P8XZH587mgmIZ9NpVH6V3MOuFVPl5jA3dlrfUOuKXJ6JXQlO_gGyh-KujjRnCYAbYvl4_cx7KTxCaJsGjaSvAWc9UEwk6EHscykWPTz_0ahyphenhyphenVDrAs/s1600-h/AB51821~Shallow-Sleep-Posters.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 306px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326404523706296194" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgW6inpfpIbPZQFsKyqSLyaVZn7l3P8XZH587mgmIZ9NpVH6V3MOuFVPl5jA3dlrfUOuKXJ6JXQlO_gGyh-KujjRnCYAbYvl4_cx7KTxCaJsGjaSvAWc9UEwk6EHscykWPTz_0ahyphenhyphenVDrAs/s400/AB51821~Shallow-Sleep-Posters.jpg" /></a><br /><div>I said to her<br />Hi<br />She said hi back<br />I said don’t know you<br />She said I don’t think so<br />And I replied I dreamed of you<br />You divine creature<br />You’re the one from my dreams<br />The one that gave me these wings<br />When I flew over the oceans and seas<br />You allowed me to open my eyes for the first time in years<br />And feel more than tears on my face<br />You gave me senses of sight and taste<br />And most of the time controls my dreams<br />With metaphors so enticing<br />The last time I dreamed of you<br />Your nails scratched my back while I stared in your eyes<br />And through these passion marks<br />Bright white wings emerged slowly as I dug deep in you<br />Making you so real around me so I could pull your love<br />From my sleep with out pulling out of you<br />Our souls connection<br />Baby I remember holding you so tight<br />as we floated in mid air<br />That was the first time I felt the feeling of flight<br />The moans of this world we trap ourselves in<br />I commanded you to sing to me<br />And you disconnect our bond and I see<br />You under this water smiling back at me<br />With just your wrist and hand reaching from the water, still wet<br />I can see water sliding down your nail bed<br />The way you sing like a Siren luring me to death<br />But I can’t stop falling for you<br />So I don’t until I stop right above the water, connecting my hands with yours<br />Then I drop entering the water and entering you<br />I’ll hold you<br />Don’t let go of me<br />Because soon I’ll leave this rest and we both know<br />So we Love with the grace of Greek Gods<br />Controlling the symmetry of the world around them<br />Creating Poseidon like whirl pools around us<br />The way I left my love inside you<br />There is no doubt you remember our Passion Dreams<br />She replied I do remember, I dreamed of you too baby<br />I’d awake in wet sheets, of course I remember you baby<br />But this is real life, reality<br />And we’re trapped in this place<br />Our passionate powers do not breech our dreams<br />So I replied, I know Love<br />I just wanted to know if you<br />Remembered the love that is me<br />Good bye love</div></div>Notionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03795162043697568548noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1044276571793059332.post-44883089800428353832009-04-17T23:50:00.009-04:002009-04-19T10:15:26.763-04:00It's Pouring Chocolate Reign<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzaAmOZcOINS12lcvGhpks6Chk5mrkddiSPEHBLbvUInlvh7y3uti0IRrkr5QJKI2dEEwZmN0Hgk4NO8QGWfpEGIUCXS9ULGQKvtLIAS5Ah8echgeqLuAjx7UM-rqs5OS5lGuvghi9Aus/s1600-h/142040__fantasia_l.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325875645431094210" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzaAmOZcOINS12lcvGhpks6Chk5mrkddiSPEHBLbvUInlvh7y3uti0IRrkr5QJKI2dEEwZmN0Hgk4NO8QGWfpEGIUCXS9ULGQKvtLIAS5Ah8echgeqLuAjx7UM-rqs5OS5lGuvghi9Aus/s400/142040__fantasia_l.jpg" /></a>this is my favorite one but here is the poem<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />I wish she new that her brown skin<br />held her so tightly and rich for a reason,<br />because unlike these leaves that change light and pretty then die off,<br />she stays a flawless oak every season,<br />These fakers of true bewitching charm<br />Don’t let them infect you with Vitiligo of the mind<br />Baby you are a magnificent sublime living, breathing, thinking<br />Aphrodisiac of our time<br />You are the word gorgeous in essence<br />A ravishing fascinating blessing<br />i wish she knew the beauty trapped with in,<br />That makes so many men create lustful sin<br />When they fantasize about tasting rich Nesquik from the stream<br />You should flaunt this gift, oil it and let it gleam<br />For the radiance of such beauty couldn’t be created by man<br />It is a god given design made to frame beauty<br />But that frame became the skin of a queen<br />When my eyes lay on you I yearn to feel it<br />that confidence is there she just has to wield it,<br />I say to myself silently, king me let me parade it<br />On my arm of course, but baby please<br />remember that brown skin gave you humbleness,<br />so don't foresake it,<br />harness all that cho...co...late,<br />and make their mouths water for a Hershey kiss's taste,<br />I wanna take snap shots of you from every<br />Acute, obtuse, straight, reflex, complementary, supplementary,<br />Adjacent, vertical, exterior, and especially interior angle<br />So I can show you the power your skin holds<br />Because the boldness of the slightest light hitting your pigment<br />Is riveting,<br />It is the calm and the storm together turning their backs to me<br />Because in and around me<br />That very second<br />Oh the Chocolate queen you reign within my mind and body<br />And no one can compare<br />So most of us guys get lost<br />In a mere stare<br />At royalty,<br />who doesn’t know she’s a queen yet<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0we-Qz8YZ-SNAOy41GBFWOFiRlJ1wiHoNfZalbzbBe69LYoZ6gfYTupweBV0z7y-YLlK8yY0O79WnjV_Y9ZNZhuAA8VBEaBDXZngcDzrrKqikCqDkYkcg3nOll4QaamguiURK__kT-Zc/s1600-h/vivica-rayy-black-model.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 318px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325115149299678434" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7PVv2uV44ra6DHd_2bDoKHomKoy0QRFRp4BGB00z3ZjXoJAH8CTh4Mndi05zlgbcsfxdH-IVpjgL0Ks7PxrAcD60xNY2kFlHsc0UVK_fVihzAUVXBqxo2y9HaILOB3jPKBKdWEhfthtM/s400/danger.jpg" /></a><br /><div>Most people listen to the sexual music<br />And use it to get a seductive mood when<br />It isn’t needed<br />All I need is the sound of your voice<br />Whispering your choice<br />of position, or telling me just how moist<br />It is<br />Because the smell and taste of bare naked you<br />Is more intense than a mere sound track<br />But I just want to let you know<br />That all I do<br />Is feel my head with the sound tracks of you<br />So many tracks on this ipod in my head<br />Of the way your body moans for me in our bed<br />So many vibratos, high notes, slow moans,<br />And stuttered speech<br />because your peach screams for me<br />So much that if I did tease just a tad to much,<br />it would show me leniency<br />Because of how deep I can be…<br />Especially when I speak,<br />because when I kiss and speak,<br />it can feel the vibrations of my lips and I can see<br />You shake…<br />Right before you scream, and began to moan a new song in my ear<br />Something for me to play back<br />But the real track is the sound of when I’m done with my<br />Peach lips snack<br />And you feel my depth<br />Pointing to your stomach, so you know and feel exactly<br />Where that diaphragm is located<br />So the vocals on this next track will be so powerfully sung<br />An orated emancipation to our loves down fall<br />into a sea so deep in our lustly waters<br />The creatures of the sea will play songs<br />So deep in sound like 808 drums<br />Behind our moaning releases with uncontrollable lungs<br />Thus the symphony is born<br />Singing softly cuuummm<br />And this is where the cd begins<br />As we get further inside<br />where these sexual beasts hide<br />Closer and closer to the point where “the denied”<br />Is deep in the back of our minds<br />We’ll have to label these next songs sounds of the jungle<br />Because the sounds you make<br />When I stir and shake before I take you my way<br />And I serve you to myself on a silk sheet tray<br />,separate your legs like two cookie halves<br />To release and take willingly the cream center<br />like oreo<br />And I know<br />you give all of it to me though<br />This the perfect music video<br />To our beautiful<br />Night Soundtrack </div>Notionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03795162043697568548noreply@blogger.com15