About Me
- Notion
- I'm Lejon Mumford from Detroit Michgan. I'm 17 about to be 18 on Nov 28th. I love writing poetry and I actually started after my father passed away in December of 2006. I wrote a poem in his Obituary that i thought was really good, and it took me three months to write again and my baby inspired it in march when i wrote a poem about my father on the internet. It sparked a lot of comments on Facebook so i pretty much have been writing ever since. Although since then my writing abilities have grown and using my two favorite rappers (Eminem, Lupe) I have pulled inspiration from their lyrics time and time again. Oh and i really have gotten alot of inspiration out of Linkin Park also. When I write I'm able to become any one, which means it's a different point of view thus my name becomes Notion because I am a living concept or depiction of everything when I'm holding my pen.
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Thursday, January 12, 2012
Wednesday, January 11, 2012
Real Love
Wanting your connection,
awaiting real affection,
I can stand in the rain like you
I need life more than what you will do
I need you now
But i didn't listen, I didn't heed warnings
Loved to the core of me
Toppled skyscrapers just to store with me
Memories that would last forever
Wearing my hoody, her perfume still on my sweater
She needed to run from me
As fast as she could
Love like this is not good
Too raw the way we kiss
Like if time stopped there is a second we would miss
Touching like we would lose feeling in our hands soon
Trapping each other in this live tomb
Buried alive did we do outside life
Just to live in a time where we didn't need time
A moment lost in forever
Goodbye real love we must part for the better
Tuesday, January 10, 2012
Would I

I wanna reach you on a level that none shall reach
where our minds collide and our bodies compete
for total domination, i lied if i said i was patient, i've been anxious
to secrete my thoughts in the cores of your soul
bold am i
unfold do i
well only the thoughts and actions you fret to reveal
baby i make real what u conceal as only imagination
would i fake love like we've shared
would i craft moments that we've starred into the ceiling paint
wondering if this is real of if it aint
the answer is yes,
but only if i get to live and love again like this
before death
the mixtape is going to be hot, and this is just the opening
I"m back for those who missed me its been a long time since i've blogged
Saturday, July 25, 2009
Detroit Lion

Until the lion learns to speak
His mind be trapped in the streets
Constantly running from the thought of think
Splashing puddles of what they bleed
Staining his paws and his feet
In a dull scarlet before they’re free
Living with no knowledge for the young to teach
In this cage Detroit City
I’ve seen the stretchers
The outlined chalk being measured
I felt the cold flesh’s hard texture
I’ve listened to the long lectures of the teachers and preachers
Giving me the run down on how the town was before my era
About how respect and morals use to exist
How we ain’t worried about nothing but what’s shinning on my neck and wrist
How our pants sag to our knees
About how our mind’s our trapped and forever never freed
With a glock as our sword and our shield as a bare naked chest
So we take in and ingest our death wholly
As the new age, the beginning of the end
In a time where a friend could mean death
Where a wrong perception could be your rest in
Piece place, with the worms tucking you in bed
With a fluffed hard tombstone
And I ask you, how can we possibly learn to create change when you don’t teach us to speak
You just complain and let us be
Until the lion learns to speak
His mind be trapped in the streets
Constantly running from the thought of think
Splashing puddles of what they bleed
Staining his paws and his feet
In a dull scarlet before they’re free
Living with no knowledge for the young to teach
In this cage Detroit City
Are you ready to see through our eyes
Can you even grasp a perception of how it feels to be the problem of the world
Of how it feels to fear waking up
Of how it feels to not know what the good days use to be
My best days were spent listening to a lil rnb in the back seat
And that’s only because mom wouldn’t let me see the tears dripping in her lap in the front seat
So how can you all keep judging me
What is there to do but get gassed up on the bul ish coming through the speakers
If you held buckets to catch my tears I would drown you
Because you don’t know the truth
And you tell us we should take a walk in your shoes
Well try and fit yo feet in my shoes and see just how hard it is having all that shit bottled inside of you
So tight that yo heart can’t beat too hard
That you can’t take too big of a deep breath
That we automatically stick out our chests
But enough of that, I was simba
The lion knows how to speak
My mind freed from the streets
I taught myself the art of speech but
My paws forever stained with my fathers blood
But more flows through me
And that’s how I survived until this moment
As a lion in Detroit’s concrete jungle
Update my people


hey so this is just some stuff that's been going on with me
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
and i also have that palm pre which i bought a couple weeks ago
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
and i'm not a rich guy i work at cvs where they aren't paying me enough if you know what i mean,
so people i need some bargains or something
I'M BROKE
so help please, give me shoe sites now lol
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 that
Monday, July 20, 2009
I'm Late For Work

Baby stop
baby i need to get away from you
stop kissing my neck
laying on top of me
body to body massaging my flesh
baby you know i need to leave
my shirt isn't ironed
my pants are not pressed
but the way you lay, with my lips so close to your neck
you know i want to taste it but
but...
but baby I gotta go
let my feet reach the out skirts of that door
work is calling
but...damn the way you crawl to me
climbing up my body like a tree
makes me want to wrap these braches around you
let the beads of sweat fall like leaves to you
so so gracefully while i'm burring my roots
in that soil
oh baby... stop ... kissing my neck
see you got me thinking metaphorically about your love
at least let me call off before they call me
before i root this tree
and let you rain around feeding me
the waters of life
baby we moved mountains last night
but now your asking me to give you a dream
well baby i want you to close your eyes and feel my dream love
breath it
exhale it
and conceive us
while i simply take us into flight
in this morning's sunlight
over the city
so soft and delicately
Breath it...softly
Sunday, July 5, 2009
A Name Change
help me out people i need major suggestions
Friday, July 3, 2009
My Thrown

Let me kiss that neck
and listen to my lips when the touch
here is my undeniable start to your completeness
i'll feed you my leanness
while i drink your weakness
and empower my fiendish need for a queenness
i mean goddess, to give me something so mythological
like an all night dreamish sex
to vaccinate my sickness,
but you can't cure my love making
just keep awaiting for your next eruption
because you will come, and come give me reasons to
come, and give you vibrations while your coming,
because i only come inside you to bring the life out
give me your might and now
give me sight,
because all you need is hearing for moans
your voice for screams
your taste so i can wet your tongue
and your feeling to feeeeel it all
and you kneel to a king breathing a breath of his sex
because you felt all that and i only kissed your neck
would you like a taste baby
because i serve perfection
without negligence of your needs
I will step off this thrown to give you a real life wet dream
just kiss my neck and try to breath
deep and slowly
now come here baby
Wednesday, July 1, 2009
I'm Sorry my people
Thursday, June 18, 2009
Check my brotha from anotha motha out
Friday, June 12, 2009
Your Brown Flesh's Depth

Hey listen brown skin, this title your wall
Unclimbable, dedicated to your extreme fall
before your feet work in unity under you
That’s why you keep tipping over, and swaying to the side
Because you wearing that coat like a cloak instead of pride
You use it to have a reason to say eff the world
You make it your reason to degrade our women before they can evolve from girls
You waste the time of those you know and care about because you don’t think brown skin can change like cream does
You wear those the symbols and trust the ones who keep you cold in this world
You keep wearing less and less showing the jewels on your backside and chest
You drink vanity with breakfast
You have drama for dinner
Eating our world from the center
You waste of my color
We could’ve gave that life to a more deserving brother or sister
But it’s you Ms. And Mr.
Black person
So breath life in yourself if know one else will
And be limitless
Jehovah didn’t give us air just to waste a breath
Hey listen brown skin, this title your wall
Unclimbable, dedicated to your extreme fall
before your feet work in unity under you
That’s why you keep tipping over, and swaying to the side
Because you wearing that coat like a cloak instead of pride
Turn that cloak inside out and wear your skin like it’s gold
Tuesday, June 9, 2009
Losing Me

I keep looking at your smile
And seeing straight through it
Don’t feel my hand’s when I touch you
Because your skin is such a foreign instrument
It gets cold on my finger tips
Your smell I want to wrap myself in
So I have no choice but feel you around me
Because in these public places
The other foreign people surround me
And I’m slightly interested in smelling them
That intangible cord around our wrists
Seems to have ripped
From all the strenuous tugging towards me
I did for you, and It only stretched until
it did the opposite of what is was suppose too
And some how repels me from you
I feel like I’m pushing together the backs of magnets
But you, you tend to smile
I wonder how it feels
To not feel me
You know I often laugh at these events
I laugh at that person in the mirrors
And as for this person they call me
I regret to even look in the eyes
because this thing that I’ve become is so weak
And I just stare in awe,
Saying to myself that I loved for you
And in the process lost me
Saturday, June 6, 2009
I'm taking requests
Monday, June 1, 2009
Angel Cake

Envisioning my existence’s means
I can hear her moan like screams
When I’m licking the icing from the center of her layers
Hot cream, or is it Ice cream I eat a bite of this Angel Cake with
Baby stop it, please don’t fake it
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
We are mortals in sexual combat, call it a bedroom fatality
Enough to make you bow to your majesty
I want a slice of you, a taste of your L I F E,
your emended essences trapped beyond those pink pearly gates or should I say
Your spreaded icing concealed between those layers of moist angel cake lips
French vanilla, the perfect ice cream to eat on the side of you
Or on top or dripping down or better yet eaten right out of you
See My angel I love o hear the sound of you
The way you wine like Jamaican mami for more of my extacy
The way you whisper in my ear “I’m the door to your pleasure walk through me”
Cuz I’m already running my fingers up yo thighs
I guess I could stroll through the double doors of destiny
Let me rub my fingers across your beautiful wings you slice of beautiful life
See I want to eat you off a fork and smear a little of you with my lips
Just so I have a reason to lick you off it
And the plate at the end of my slice and ice cream I won’t toss it
Believe me I’m gone lick like I’m a little kid until I get icing on my nose
Let me eat you until your wings fall off And horns come through your head
A devil’s delightful delicacy
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
That I over indulge myself with you next time just to make sure there are no imperfections
Sex-tioning off our love caking into different levels
To transition into consecutively
So smoothly like a melody
My angle you gone feel like you flying when you spreading that icing on me
Don’t taunt me, come to me
Now spread your wings
and give me a slice of you
Wednesday, May 27, 2009
New Truth

I'm starting to pick out masks to cover up my real face
I think i might revoke the door to my entrance space
I'm injecting my selflessness with a dose of selfish
to remold my appearance, without all that damn vintage
just because thats how it tastes sometime
and don't expect me to keep my own mind
cuz mine needs a little more mining,
to see if we can expose the diamonds,
and the same story twice is playing yourself
using the jokers on the closest to me
it's a new day and i'll bring in a new me
but i'm mastering a new craft, updating my scheme
and the plot is to turn my listeners into the fiends
and my fiendish want for brilliance in my speech
will seize because i'm past it
Saturday, May 23, 2009
Waterfall Sleep

I know about you and
How much you think about me
that’s why when you sleep under silk sheets
That thong is first removed like cousins
Boiling hot your blood starts bubbling
And you gasping for air accepting my celestial loving
Your body is screaming for you to touch him
And I’m whispering touch me
Let me get you higher than the stars you can’t see
With a hit of this blueberry stardust Cush weed sex
Chant my name
Whisper to me yo notions of sexual wishes
Your notions of sexual limits
Your notions of sexual positions
Your notions of how to take all my inches
Your notions of how to complete sentences
And n n n not stutter
Cuz I use this bed like a slice of bread
To melt yo flesh and spread you like butter
And as much as I got you licking yo fingers I can’t believe it’s not
And I won’t stop, because I stay so rock
Swabbing the deepest darkest decks in yo ship
And I can name that place beyond those wet lips
My cock pit
My Ms. Fantasize, water fall sleep, about me when I’m thirsty
because she says it’s like I’m drinking slowly from a doggy dish
Taking slow sips from her stream
While she sings French opera like
"E allor dicea, con flebil suono
L’estasi amor soave "
Which means
"Saying in a passionate voice
our sweet love "
And that’s where it ends because she doesn’t know any more French
But with every kiss to her chest the harder her little nipples get
And the deeper I hit
She’ll be speaking fluently French and maybe even a little Spanish
Waking others with her screams
And right before her alarm clock sings
She leaves my lips a kiss to thank me
For another hot fantasy in her wet dreams
See baby I know exactly how you think of me
And I’ll see you tonight in your sleep
Thursday, May 21, 2009
I'm Pointing to You

I’ll be patient but while I wait, listen to my poetry
Focus baby …
Listen to my odes about your sweet scent
Baby I’m damn near hell bent
On wearing your peaches, citrus like,
Woman abstracted perfume for men
I want you to look past my head and
See your toes touch the heavens with your heels on my back
I’m begging you to let my lips touch both sets of yours
Back… and forth…
So I can bless them both
So many women look me in my face and see a young brother
But baby..
Baby I will surpass your premeditated thoughts as your lover
I have the key and I dare to unlock the gates of your forbidden city
I guarantee when I twist inside and flick that clit
Your spindle will twist releasing a latch bolt
So pleasurable your will squeeze me tight while you pulsate
And that door will become dust
And become a walk way for our lust
Baby I’ll make those insides com…bust
And that’s when I’ll slow our body’s motion up
Because there is no need to rush
But I know you can get a little eager
When you think that I teased… her
But she loves it cuz that small quake starts in your upper thighs
Then hit’s your knees, and curls those toes
While they slide slowly down my chest
I know my poetry is intense…
catch your breath please,
And I swear I could see each time your lip trembled
Right before you scream
My queen please
Let me help you, help me
Open every pore on that body,
to help you breath my sex like it’s your last breathe of air
And you just lay under me and stare
You… and… I both just stare
You, You there
now is the time, I’m ready for you
I'm Back
wait on comcast slow asses to come install the internet but nevertheless i have something
beautiful for your eyes yet, as a matter of fact i got two new poems and i'll post one tonight
and another tomorrow, and you guys can tell me how hot they got you
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
I didn't know

I didn’t know I was saying goodbye to you
When I gave you tangible intangible love
What I gave you was beyond words but I’ll try to describe
Using these lips and
If I could describe your body the way I wanted too
It would be like four lines worth of ellipses
Starting off with the line
She was like an hour glass under a chocolate water fall
Where the sand froze in space because
Because time itself had to double take at such a creature being inside itself
You have never felt love so strong
When I stripped you of that lace bra and thong
Keep the high hills on
Baby
I saw the sun and the moon collide in your eyes
As our bodies held together so tightly
Baby
I’ve never been so close too…
So joined with in…
So connected in sync…
So far got damn deep…
So on the brink of passing the walls your body denies me reach
But I’m already feeling your stomach
So there is no need
Right there I gripped the bed
And I fed you a dream
Full of leaps and bounds off of skyscrapers
Attached together by the mountains stemming from the ocean floors
And right before you enter my seas
I told you without a word
Just a glance
To never worry and that I would keep you
For all time
Your mine
You looked at me with such awe in your eyes
But not with surprise
But with a look of acceptance
When you shook I held you
And told my baby I love her
I love her so much
I love you
That was the last time I ever saw you
And held you
And felt you
That was when I said goodbye to Love
Hopefully we’ll love again
Thursday, April 23, 2009
Men Don't Cry

Real men,
Us
I don’t think you’ll ever find a real man crying
Especially over love,
but maybe under it
Because it doesn’t give you enough wind
To let out a whim
It crushes you as quickly as crushes do
As men we are reassembled in the image of the color our heart has become
And me
I expect to be getting a darker complexion
And some really dry skin
Because that cold dry hard muscle in my chest doesn’t beat any more
See we don’t cry for love
Or about love
Or even cry at all
We morn the lost of our blood’s circulation
Those water drips down our faces are just condensation
From the moisture of that muscle drying out and rising to our eyelids ventilation
Obviously you all have received altered and very wrong information
Oh
Okay Love the truth is
I hate you, the way you control every muscle in my being
I can’t help but keep seeing her face in every dream
Her smile, hearing her laugh, her having fun
All with out me
Did I deserve this distance that she loves
Why Love I thought you fucking wanted us to be together with her
But you come and go
But believe me I will not
Show this defeater of I,
my tears of condensation sucked out of a near non existent heart
Because I’m not going to cry of course
I’m a man



