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.