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

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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.