WorkLoveLife � News Flash: Sex is a Distraction

WorkLoveLife � News Flash: Sex is a Distraction

Happy Cinco de  Mayo!

Wine and convo..
talking bout the book to come...
life is bitter sweet and this soul is indulging.

Bite me!

Sweet cherry!

I LIKE:

Whitney (Cushioned By Foot Petals) by

rsvp

http://zapp.me/7492182

Pulp Fiction

...said they were lost
Between Insanity and Lopsidedville
Blvd.
Stumbling in dark drunk corners
Beguiled by fiction of
Haphazard
narratives
Decadent tidbits of sweet toppings
Acidic centers
...said they were lost
Between Insanity and Lopsidedville Blvd.

Thought

Heard you say you adored,
but it                                 right off the

left frontal cortex

synaping bitter wars cross
the corpus callosum; can you

spell r-e-a-l-i-t-y?

Fear

The thoughts I think;
In the air
Don't blame nobody
You think it too

Drowned out by the trivial
No, by the essential to the individual
Halt! what's solid for you?
This life thing

No soul likes rejection,
Yet, it's a puzzle piece
Get use to it
Punk-ass!

MusicMe

Fear

Seen


Now, ain't no need in running
from mister cuz he gon find ya anyhow,

   dipping and ducking sally
   ain't no good since used and abused by the hands of the devil under moon's strike

    heart don wax cold and done wit. No man can touch er' soul even if she let em.
    Told she crawled belly down wit dem snakes down da in the swamp,

seen her...

Now, ain't no need in running
from mister cuz he gon find ya anyhow

snuff ya light out.

SHINE!

Nope

Ain't gonna stand bottom lake
Stone feet
Ain't gonna fly straightway
Webbed net
Ain't gonna spill guts
To be tripped up bust lipped
Bloody torched tude

Save that song for the choir
Singing on corner 666 in black
Robes and white tube socks

Ain't gonna walk no high wire
Slipped wit olive oil
Ain't gonna hand heart
To no butcher
Ain't gonna kiss dem lips
laced wit lies
Ain't gonna ain't gonna

Save that song for the choir
Singing on corner 666 in black
Robes and white tube socks.

Memo:

You must understand; payback is a bitch.

Tag Heuer Twenty Four Concept Chronograph

Compass

In a tail spin, in which direction do I go?

Life; give me a sign.

Discover why I love                 
                               deeply

Can't let it/you change me
Though it/you change
Then one can never be defeated

Process is grueling,
Learning discovering   the pain is downright unbearable, yet
Hurt is imperative to the process,
Essential as the rudiments of life.

"Lord don't let me lose my mind." I pray thee,
Need love real one
Indeed, I must accept your love first; rudiment
Before I leave this planet coming home to you

I know.
Permit this soul, giving strength to endure
For it is you that gave the desire
Since a child,

The pain is downright unbearable

But bearable to teach.

In a tail spin, in which direction do I go?

My compass leads.

Kick Ass

speak volumes and say naught,
beta-blocker ready
now speak.

Waywardness

There is no formula to the intricate
at heart.
There is no healing for the wounded
core.
There is only realization salvation
and revelation.

There is no darkness in a lit soul,
There is no light in a dark one
only chaos and the desire to conquer
the good with its evil.

There is no formula for the wayward.

MusicMe

Donnie Hathaway..

Perfected Imperfection

He is everything I want him to be
And everything he is not.

Music Me

I give you LIVE!

Phenylephrine

Can barely breathe
Congestion is the solider guarding the door
Waiting for me to blow

So I do; often as the dome fills
Then pounds seeking relief
Ahh..ear pop!

Finally, sound! well a little.
Oh boy, here comes snot rolling down
on stealth mode yelling,

Catch me if you can! Ha-ha!
This some BS! Is this absolutely necessary?
Head pounding potholes in sanity or

was one ever sane in the first place? according
To what measuring stick? There is no other soul
To measure against. Cept's for the chiseler.

Nose is presently sore to the touch even
Standing under the shower stream
Brings ache and refreshment

So shower's are done with one hand
In a fist the other palm out catching rain
And stars.

Some hot tea sounds nice and
Warm to the soul.
A nice dinner.

Now all is left is
making love...
Wait, congestion's at the door! Achoo!



.

Bitching isn't good, so I won't.

Things are looking up;so am I.

                                  

Milli

Okay, I am speaking you into existence
Won't squander you same as a
Promiscuous soul's dealings with monogamous mate
So come on,
Come on home.

Sunshine Bunny


88 degrees

Rubbed on sunscreen

Slid on swimming suit and

Headed to Fort Greene Park

                 *

Found a spot sun center

Laid out towel peeled off skirt

The birds chirped and squirrels played

Spring mute summer anticipating

                   *

The sun kissed my feet

Caressed my calves and thighs

A welcoming touch; I was held

Attentive under heat's submission

                      *
Cirrus clouds play dancer above.

A puff of cumulus clouds as

Its spectator. In the east a helicopter

Spins in the distance

                 *

Realize I am alone but not lonely

Realize desire to control obsessions

Excepts

For Love

               *

Wind blows in whipping

a smile.

Is this happiness? Trees are

Intricate but simple like me.

                *

Another obsession: Happiness.

Happiness, not contentment. No man

Should ever be content. Aware is

realistic and happiness.

                  *
Fell asleep. Dreamt eclectic dreams

And the unimaginable all while awake

The sun embracing, holding radiating

Enriching.

                   *

Today is one for the records.

Place Value

Myra 1:2

Give you first what you need/want

Then

You'll know what to expect from another

 No less

Number One.

Duo

His lips are illegal tender
Her thighs are magnificent plunder

His eyes are telling tales
Her waist is a chiseled symphony

His hands are handsome strong
Her arms are graceful doves

His mind is beautifully warped
Her thoughts are chaotically poetic

His arms; protectors
Her hips ;security

they are a duo.

Pardon, Egyptians; bottom of Red Sea Me
(off my got dam porch!)


FUCK all these motherfuckers who lack control!
Destroying homes/lives
HURTING folk CORE

Reason?

PUNK-ASSES lack the essential/rudiments/balls
To trump up honesty/loyalty                                  acting like BITCHES and shit

Living in the got dam dark (WTF), like the motherfucking
RAT bastards their weak-asses are                                  grow up PUSSIES! Personally,

FUCK’em
FUCK’em all!

Confession

I am obssessed with

Can't

Refuse to live without love.

taking a leak

smell of fakeness reeks of:

perfumed avoidance
iodine ignoring
sewer drowning-out
pig crap disrespect
musty arm pit mistreat
foul rat lies
funky-ass cheat
dog piss empty talk
greasy hair disrespect

the smell of fakeness is distinct-
Breathe.

Easter morn reading Exodus to the lil one

Myra 1:1 I declare I hate when truth is overthrown,
hate to be taken advantage of. May all who do devour their own souls.
Selah

Last night:

Dreamt I stood in a marsh
crystal clear waters
sand beneath. Sank lower than
the two other people present- roots
from trees of old attatched themselves to my
naked back. Stood on a large root and sang from
a window seat. Recalled the days when I was a child; adventerous


come back, come back baby, come back.

Josey Wales is on.                                                
                                                           
Not good not to love; not good not to hate something. Peace is the oil of life as iron sharpens iron. To be passionate about ONE thing, mastering it, sharing it with the world to encourage and do well is living.

Not good to be alone in times as such; neither is it good to connect with those of opposite paths. Knowing imperfection is a friend to us all is not the problem; trust is the issue. Balance is the key.

Not good to live inside a shell of uncertainty. Take risk; one may find self truly and honestly. Pausing and interrupting life because of fear of failing is robbery, but changeable.

Not good to concern self with ships that sail and dock same harlots and johns. Pausing and interrupting life because feelings play head games of imaginary completeness is soul erosion.

Not good to be concerned with matters out of our control. Pausing and interrupting life because an emotion tugs at the strings of obsession is a waste. Know limitations.

Not good to be born, breathe then die not fulfilling role on this planet.

Not good to have an evil heart; do evil things to others for gain or spite.

Not good to not cry sometimes.

Not good not to smile everyday.

Not good is bad.

I reckon not.

the unthinkable


This song

so beautiful

bold courageous strong

inspiring beat words voice.

I was wondering maybe..

if we do the unthinkable

would it make us look crazy?

steam lines

you so silly!
(giggle giggle) caught em from a crescent moon
      putty in my hands
                                 out right arms to the side          weeeee...!
you so, so silly mamma!
(giggle giggle) smell peaceful sunshine on a mountain snowed tip
      inhale       exhale

ALIVE!

out my mind/just in time

Right there
right there
I am right there

out my mind
willow blown
bushel(d) sold

Cosmos pulsar
"radiating"
fire crackin poppin'

Remanats covered
cirrus puffs tiv'd-
e'r body looking

For the missing note
play you play me LOUD
constant thumping bumping         but don't play Me. Don't.

Just in time
given in arms raised
white flag swaying peace sign UP                  advocate.

Limber long strong
courageous spouting volcano
lava dripping talk speech spoken while sleeping           

too beautiful for reality.

Out my mind/Just in time.

Nikki Gionanni Insert from Bicycles

I AM GLASS


I am glass
You can see through me
I'm easily hurt
Any little pebble can cause a scratch


I rise in neither need or love
I become a mirror


If you open me
I am part of the door


We are all more than our experiences
And less than our dreams


If you blow your breath on me
I can fog


Then you can write your name
claiming me for you
For all the time or at least
until the sun shines.




(I am in LOVE with this poem. LOVE!) Thank you Nikki!

magic


haunting is the past.
guide to prevent
repeat offenses,
however, blood drips.
     hate stains on my pretty yellow sunflower dress.


     master-minding time machine
     impossible. Hammering late into the night.


Father, can I tweak time?
Promise no craziness.


present moment love trust on a scale
grams/divided I sniff lines
fetal in a cloud
eyessqueezedshut (sniff)
     no tears, but hopes
     trickling down mountainous cheek peaks.


Father, can I tweak time?
Erasing the gashes only?


future holds it's secrets tight and loose
leaf paper.
scribing in the middle of dance floor
spinning,
     wide eyes
     dizziness evades, clarity reveals
     steadiness in a pretty yellow sunflower dress.


running out of tools.


Father, can I tweak time?
I'ma do right.


just a tweak.

Window Seat


don't want nobody next me.
(I don't)
don't wanna time travel no more.
(I wanna be here)


not there. in a


tangled thicket
mental.
garish makeup
face.


worthless as half-baked cake,
silly witless dove
heart ablaze for intrigue.


aflame with lust,
children of Samaria like,
Daniel wrote.


replica replacing authentic,
external shell inches to make
miles instead of the soul.


what's really real?


window seat please and if anysoul selling trust, I'm buying by the BULK.

if i could start all over, I would.
lay a new foundation
build a new house

if i could start over, I would rename history
not compromise eyes in battle
rather stand and fight then turn thine back

if I could start over, nothing irrelevant
would seep through the pours of life, but
rather die on the surface

if I could.

so I did.

the word

regoegocentric. heard it in my  dreams
the vibe is new

regoegocentric.

Dreams

woke from an extended dream of drama
and chase.
he clinging obsessively, gun in tow
angry vicious same hungry pits on hot sauce
ridden with abuse
he sought me...
hopped in aunts truck, spilled the story
"he's crazy"
even mentioned my offspring!
shot at me! not to kill, but rather instill fear.

he was teased in the end..looked very much like a little girl

unconscious mind gotta a lot to say these days.

whatevER

3:34 a.m. and not enough snow on the ground
to cancel ANY FRIGGIN' THING!

Surmise God laughs at man attempting
to predict the weather..

Sounds a lot like trying to grasp water/
Live apart from affection/

Damn!

It's 3:38 and not enough snow on the ground
to cancel ANY FRIGGIN THING!

No regrets

earlier than a thief's stuck-up-
up and at em
meditating on events
with no void to fill.


no regrets.

lovejam

this nigga...

the healing over of wounds licked a million times

mother ship hovering over sunflower and daisy fields for inspiration and light.

pity wheat fields are dusted; symbolically tatted by humans? aliens from galaxies far, far away?

7 galaxies west of earth, my home, they looking for a sista.?

this nigga...

satisfaction at the bottom of a bottle or top a thought bubble

surfacing to be rescued amongst wavy water and tense winds

out sea and lost to be found by seamen? semen?

consciously elemental. wait, what?

this nigga...

got like pixie dust from the outer most regions

personally, regolith inhaler, sniffing the resource for life

and contentment and familiarity because love

don't roam freely, it dives on ya like the speed of light...

and I am that light.

What a Ball!

Good Folk+Good Vibes= Good Fun!

the night is chilly but calm
northwester has settled its dispute
with the living dead
whom cursed its blow

met Sandman
buying a pack of gum
he exclaimed, "wish I was coming"
woulda been interesting.

slick rick's, mona lisa spun while
folk posted on lounge chairs
stood in corners
beer and wine glasses were hand decor

baffled by inactivity dance consumed me
grew up on this
how on earth can One sit/stand still?
"put away your money/I'll buy that slice"

sashayed straight way through
round asses and swollen pecks…

"the compliment showed she had a mind in her/
and when I smiled I almost blinded her"
she said, "great scot are you a thief?
seems like you have of mouth full of gold teeth…

zoned in ready
only 1 minute in the place.
"and calling me a thief, please
don't even try it said, "sit down eat your slice of pizza and be quiet!"

merriment, my underwriter of
the evening. force field
ready..
exude. rightly so.

only fair for the living dead.
inspiration ever pool.
fools desire less
it does the soul well to be free

"trim slim and I’m also dark skinned"


 

MusicMe

Smile.

4:28 a.m. Thursday morning.
wondering
and up
before the sun rises east
Thankful for life; a lil restless but woke;
meeting good while rivals reveal true.

cipher rollin..

MusicMe

Lavender Row

boats & ships

arrived?

What's relevant to one
is not relevant for all..thank Goodness
then there wouldn't be any originals, right?

right.

ain’t no guarantees in this

life
    still blooming
              ev’n in bitter winter


ain’t no guarantees in this
life
     tellin’ ya spring true
                ev’n bitter winter

MusicMe

It is a natural mystic blowin. If it's in the air_it's on your mind.

2 nights 0 days

unconscious mind a buzzz..
     time when mischievous souls and bitter cold whistle round corners
dancing neath'radiant wolf moon
      pit canvas
Miss. MiniPrettyFaceSmile_jez like
an image blurred hazed
                    under voice and words
bout the same 3 letters
     bangin not I rather she at
wrong spot. "that would be nice?"
hold up..Y this psychic activity?
unconscious mind a buzzzz..
                                            leave a soul be.

MusicMe

It's in the air.

                                                            

                                                                                   

   (*) Reality(ego)greedy(id)ain'ttwistednomo'rightjustfair

(superego)establishingFREEDOMfromflagrantdisregard.

MusicMe

Paper Thin (back)

Comet West

7 Galaxies West of Earth

two night's cloud abstract puffs bare East blown by galactic West

while

clear  crispy indigo in the South

revolving.

MusicMe

Dis' here be for all my homies!!

                       +                     

irony

Ohh...it has been too long my dear,

   Purposely ignoring
knowing fully
destiny leads guides..
   chiseled cortex and sculptured hypothalamus
mirrors claim to fame
such a fractal love
   intertwined duo
merriment whips waveS
in the utter most parts.
   Limbic inspires; I NeeD you
and bold as a Honey Badger
I’m coming.

Thanks Bohemia' for the pic!

EyeCandy

Brad Pitt

MusicMe

No Hate! There is alot to Beyonce.   Couple Up right yall!



LIVE . Check the meta.



Check the meta! She is ...

Side Bar

Beyonce is a girlie girl.. 100%

I am not a Beyonce fan, (pretty gurl) however, (okay, I bought B-Day) after doing some research she is quite the lady. Pictured with her man Hove, I sense she loves him and consider's Hove her King. Diggin on the nails and the sexy shirt (ahem) dress. The fire engine lipstick is bold. She does not give a fck! and her SHOES!!!! Ban-gin!

I like that! I can do without the weave thou. If B was to rock a buzz, she'd be bad in my book! Real bad!

note: She always walks behind Hove. Hmm...

MusicMe

Vexation Vent

(sigh)

Ever have one of those days..

just stupid/unconscious folk.. breathing?

violating life? and personal space?

Well,today was that day for me

surrounded by

FAGGOT ASS FAGGOTS!

FORE!!!!

(after the fact)