Another again.

I told myself no.
& its another again.
Its something about this individual that makes me cut my nails short.
Gives me an Opportunity to allow my hair to be as free as it wants to be.
Makes me screw my tongue ring
Extra tight.


Here we go again.
I need to switch on my common sense button.


At lease I don't have to wear pants.

Lust Factor.

The Lust of Flesh.
A sin In which I have no control.
I'm here, Searching deep for a source of common sense,
& all I receive is a clouded visions of ecstasy,
Aching bones and hungry finger tips.
How dare you leave me with a dead kiss.
Leave me with 100 invisible scratches in sets of 10 tracing down my back.
Bite marks on my shoulders and kisses down my spine.

You should know...
While awake, I dream of caressing your soul while kissing your heart.
If only I loved you, this sin would seem less mortal.
If I loved you, I could allow our fingers to intertwine, relaxing in a shuttered gaze.
I could bring myself to whisper obvious secrets in your ear from my dungeon of affection.
You should know...
Behind shy eyes, I lustfully watch your every move in a rhythmic tone, memorizing every sway, counting every heart beat.

The Lust of Flesh
A sin I have no control over
I would let you know, only if I loved you.

Channel Tic Toc

The Jeffersons are on.
Which means its 5:30 a.m. Again.

My world is grey.
Grey is cold.
Cold is lonely.

The wind dances in army lines
Tapping pistols on my window with grins of power plastered on,
For there are no sound waves to interrupt its path.
Empty spaces.
I can hear the sounds of blood rushing through veins.
And heart beats.
Yells, from a back scratching orgasim that I'm accountable for
But nothing is real.
Nothing is a memory.
Everything is a copy.
Of a copy.


You hear that?



Me neither.

Still...
What a beautiful Ebony morning.
The sky is Pepper.
The sun is peaking over the choral mountains
Licking partials into the sea as it brushes high above our grey world.
The light black grass looks inky as the Dew sets atop.
Oh, how clever the sun is, everyday, as the Jeffersons end, the selfish moon vanishes into the black of day.
Sun rays cascade into the Pepper, so beautifully grey.



& what do you know?
My Soul mate is calling...
You beautiful insomniac, come to me.


I know its 6:00 a.m because Sponge bob is on.

Sippin Sangria.

Jesus. Sometimes a lady just needs a drAnk, to ease the frustration.
Today, i am done with you, I'm attempting to make new moves.
Better the situations at hand and those in the near future.

Vodka.
Today, i need vodka.

Rose Red Heart

After one has Blossomed from the root of its harness,
The experience of Life is ultimately determined by the kiss of the sun.
Its rhythm from the wind, its chill from when the sun is done and the moon has set in.

The beautiful Floret in which avail oneself of exposure.
You'll disappear from your world of honey bee's & spring laughter
when your beauty is drawn in by the consumer.
Accept the Ripped roots of your soul when you are loved by another,
Given and Received by a Lover and one who is loved.
Ignore your falling dreams of dust and days, for your present world will be raised by the dew of eternity.

Gaining awareness of the dispel and except the roots of its weary.
You Execute the root when it has grown rotten,
only to rebirth a heart that has turned sour.

Introducing the Three Ninja's

Most people do not enjoy my serious humor.
But i usually tell jokes for my own amusement. Not yours.

My Eternity.

She has 56 lines on her hands.
I know, because i counted them.
Her life line was longer than mines.
I was satisfied knowing i would die drowning in her love.
A bittersweet feeling, for this means I'll leave her alone to endure the pain of my short comings.

How selfish of me.

I was out much further then you realized.
I wasn't waving. I was drowning.

Heart of Kind.

It all begin when she involuntarily Simmered in the nurture from a plastic bosom.
Swift midst of an ordinary day accompanied with rose pedals and candy kisses included. She So eagerly Set forth to Mount the love of the enemy...

who would've imagined this quest to be placed high on a shimmering pedestal? Above sight like a lost favorite object. Forgotten, But forever Cherished. With Images so proudly thumb tacked to her soul of a ungodly excursion and viewed upon by every passerby.Displayed with pride like rainbows and wedding rings.Planned to Never be replaced, however joined by smaller images amongst the frame. branching off still hopelessly attached mirroring little helpers. To help guide her back to a road with less forks and more gloom and righteousness.

Left alone shouting so loudly in almost a whisper. Freed of heart,soul, and glory. Pierced the consumer straight in a battle wound again opened and closed once before, so sweet. Adding extra red to his heart. Starting at white and with every beat darkening until reaching black, thus such an enchantment be named something short of...sin

BUT

What greater joy is there but to Set sail, elongated in bliss, involuntarily & Nurtured with the one your fingertips lusts for? A soul that your eyes constructs water like an orgasm when laid upon. Nurtured like life of a miracle child, with a destiny to search until brought; here.

To be Sprouted and smiled upon like the last sunflower of spring. Commemorate only the present tense through the eyes of the golden gated vision, but devour in the memories, in the essence, the passion held, as if only this avail were the only occasion given this lifetime.

You must never fall in love with---Beauty, Beast. For she'll cause your timeline many dashes of illusion and... grief. Like a summer where the sun is at its brightest, sweet and at a gleaming ease. You must steal away as much shine as possible before times tic-toc cascades the agony of envy and like a thief, run into the night. Simply, Left to smile in remembrance of Beauty in which Beast, you loved so wickedly.

It all begin when she involuntarily Simmered in the nurture from a plastic bosom.
Swift midst of an ordinary day accompanied with rose pedals and candy kisses included. She So eagerly Set forth to Mount the love of the enemy...

Signed ; Yoshi

You.

Walking upon a surface, with a texture that has never crossed my thoughts...
i suddenly feel as though I'm walking atop rose pedals
laid across the clouds of the highest degree
when my mind wonders to the existence of you and me.
what a crazy question you've asked, "Do i ever miss you"

LET ME TELL YOU!
At time I miss you like summer misses spring
how a dying bee is missing his sting
I miss you so much sometimes, i schedule special time just to day dream
cause well, that's the next best thing
i be...missing you like, a hooked fish misses water
Like a bastard misses his father
or an incarcerated man misses his daughter
i find myself missing you so much, i write stupid blogs about it

LET ME TELL YOU!
i be thinking about you like feet thinks about walking
how hands thinks about touching
and holding
and feeling
thinking about you how a 17 year old virgins think about sex
like how mathematics cant stop thinking of solutions for y and x
sometimes i miss you so much its like I've never met you before
and I'm constently in my thoughts building the one i adore
other times i miss you so much
i tell my mind to think of something else
and now I'm thinking about not thinking about what i cant stop thinking about
LET ME TELL YOU
I'm usually thinking of you how an artist thinks of creating
how bitters think of remaking
how athletes think of winning
how tops think of spinning
how dancers think rhythm
i be thinking about you like how a person with cancer thinks about living.



What a crazy question you've asked, " Do i every miss you"
even if i told you, you wouldn't have a clue

Shallow Hell.

Yes!
I am a shallow person. Happy? I admit it. How do you blame me though ? I live in a society where beauty is the barrier of happiness and depression.
Every where you look, magazines, television, malls, even church. People are on a quest to look their best.
Now, one may argue that it is important to look good for YOURSELF, which i strongly agree with, however, i don't wake up every morning and glam myself up to sit in the house. When im home, im in sweats and a head scarf, and when im out i look my finest, so when people see me, they'll admire. Dont front.
So is it really shallow of me to wish my companion to be a beautiful person on the inside as well the outside. Giving the fact that after the appearance of things, you will be initimate with a person.
I want one person to HONESTLY tell me that they have been initimate with someone in the past (or presently) just because they were "Nice" and their features didn't take a play at all in the game.

Judge me if you want. I'm just being honest.

Finally.

The Last kiss of us was as soft as unexpected raindrops upon my lips.
I kissed you with my eyes open.
I didn't feel a thing.
When it was time to depart from one another.
It didn't take 30 minutes this time. I let you go like a fling.
When you were gone, the text messages of,"I miss you already" scrolled in later then usual.
& i didn't mind.
Its been 7months since i've seen you.

And i finally miss you.

Penny For your Thoughts.

i mean
If i gave you a penny for your thoughts
10 cents for your whole mind
a quarter for your heart
and a whole dollar for your blood line
Will the standards meet the quality advertised
or have i just purchased something that wasn't worth a dime?
i mean
My mother always said i could never buy love.
Well at lease i can rent something like Us.
i mean
on the contrary your something of a rare breed
something much appreciated like a summer days cool breeze
even as sweet as the hardest working honey bee
Got my soul burning for you to the 3rd degree
i mean
something so unreal like a Internet crush
but something so official like a basketball ref
something so steady firm like a box Chevy
but something so soft, no drama like Mary
i mean.
you make me wanna celebrate just cause its Tuesday with you
make me wanna dumb it down for now just to learn shit with you
i meaaaan
I'll give you more then what you think your worth
i have a Unrequited kinda mind frame as long as we always come first
give you a penny for your thoughts
and a dollar for blood line
so maybe one day a child could have a mind like mines
and eyes like yours
and skin undefinded
spit a word flow that only me and you could verify
i mean
im just tryna buy out my perfect life.
so i got a penny for your thoughts and quarter for your heart.
no period or commas definitely no question marks
no bang bangs for a false start
i mean i got the money so tell me i can have it.
just promise me your soul meets the standards of the advertisement.
i mean.

Try Me.

I find myself attracted to older women that have a lot going for themselves.

Smarts, and street intelligence with a wild side but still so innocent.

I'm attracted to not your average women.
But those who i am attracted to i feel as tho they have their shit SO much together

They would never consider an 18 year old in addition to their life.
If only they knew.

Mysterious Women

I hate Riding Bart.

But Today I stumbled across a beautiful women

She possessed the qualities of the human that i adore so much

Her skin complexion was light with no blemishes

A shade under Honey. Its was so sweet to watch her.

I could tell her hair was naturally curly even tho she tried her best

to brush her wavy hair back to be as straight as possible

to fit into her pony tail

that sat so perfectly messy on the curve of her head.

Tall and Slim.

Although her curves were hidden behind a long pink vintage Jacket

with big brown buttons that matched so awkwardly perfect

i knew the fitness was there.

Oval Medium sized silver Earrings dangled controllably on the lobes of her ears

& the medium sized tinted sun glasses shield her vision

but even then

i could tell her eyes were something sweet as sugar to devour upon.

I caught myself staring at her more then i have any other stranger before

She caught me looking as well.

I know this because when i smiled at her.
She smiled back

with a beautiful smile at that.
something to beautiful to have ever been fixed with metal.

a natural beautiful smile.

This beautiful stranger had such a innocent grace about her persona

She looked the type to be very smart and well spoken.

This was a beautiful women

I estimated near 26 years of age.
I went so far to wonder where she was going.
She got on in Berkeley and Got off in San Fransisco

She looked at the map continiously
So i figured this was not her daily route
I'll never know of her purpose in life.

The coward in me let her get away