A STEP FURTHER.....

REACHING...

What a concept!

Before you even entertain
the thought of whether
they'll reach back
( cause it's always that possibility they wont )
You gotta think are they
Number 1
ready to be reached out to.
And Number 2
Ready to receive what your extending.

Most of us
( myself included )
Reach out
without regard for the aforementioned
and some
( not me this time )
Harbor resentment
when misunderstood
/or even ridiculed.
( me personally I understand that
either I'm warped in a fashion never seen before
Or I'm on some next level of evolution shit
and society outnumbers me
though they lag behind on the time line.....
So I'm not offended
when I reach out haphazardly.)

But just that fact that the majority/society
Would harbor resentment
Proves positive the
Infringement
of some of the very human rights
That I believe We are All
entitled to.

This time in particular being the person
Being resented for not reaching back's right
to not reach out / and the freedom to not be looked upon as
mean,
or unable to at least consider what they reached with
as a lucid statement.
And yes the person
angry has the right to be so as well
But that would make me delve into the
"Dividing the species" theory.
And ya'll not even there yet.
to be continued...

At least let me tell you why/how I'm this way...

What do you do
when the woman you love
loves you
yet also
thinks your too crazy
to walk the street
or to even go outside?

What if everything you believe in
she not only disagrees with
she goes as far as to dismiss it
as insane?

Like your views aren't worth the time
to have them even for just
a moment on your mind.

What if she took it a step further
and admitted your genius
exists
and in the same breath
stated you had squandered
that intellect?

A fear that heinous diseases could
have been cured
if I but focused my intellect
on something
"worthwhile".
Basically stating that my ideals are not...
I'll bet democracy sounded crazy too,
when it was an idea embraced by only a few,
and folk were ready to kill
over the constitution...
But because my ideals have that same
singular following
( for now anyway )
It's crazy?

one or two steps further I promise...

What if the person realizing these things
is both the most giving
and most supportive lover
in existence?

Even when I disagree
I'm supportive...
The laughs are irrelevant
I do that all the time.
But what's really on my mind?

Is keeping my friggin mouth shut......
Sigh.

Home

So like I got arrested released,
turned myself in,
got bailed,
and came home.

Now
I
wanna stay....

More to be said but just feeling my own house today...

wow!

SO LIKE WHAT IF I WAS SICK?

LMAO@ REALIZING THE ONLY THING REALLY KNOWN,
IS THAT YOU JUMP THE GUN FASTER THAN I DO.

AND THATS NO EASY FEAT!

Back to our regularly scheduled programming...

A man died and went to heaven. As he stood in front of

St. Peter at the Pearly Gates, he saw a huge wall of clocks behind him.

He asked, "What are all those clocks?"

St. Peter answered, "Those are Lie-Clocks.

Everyone on Earth has a Lie-Clock.

Every time you lie the hands on your clock will move."

"Oh," said the man, "whose clock is that?"

"That's Mother Teresa's. The hands have never moved, indicating
That she never told a lie."

"Incredible," said the man. "And whose clock is that one?"

St. Peter responded, "That's Abraham Lincoln's clock. The hands have moved twice, telling us that Abe told only two lies in his entire life."

"Where's President Bush's clock?" asked the man.

"Bush's clock is in Jesus' office.

He's using it as a ceiling fan.

come over

If I said it aloud
for the first time
would it be possible
to cease
that search
and find
that unforgettable love in me...

See I want you
and as selfish as that sounds
I'm not a selfish lover
come over
and discover

Late.

Sitting and waiting
debating
the late and
negating
the relating
protocol
hoping you call
and it be more
than the usual....
Polishing the coffin
of the idea
of we
creating a sea
for myself to get lost in
cuz it's late
getting later
and
yeah I'm a debater
but this is torture.

personal masseur

Block etiquette.
The only thing in which
I'm certified,
but my hands glide...
Perhaps upon
your backside
Writing to my imagination
of you in ecstasy `
BRING IT TO ME!
Don't fall asleep
unless my hands feel that good.
It's understood
how you skipped my stolen songs
attached to words written to you
all along
these
erotic
quotes
lay dormant
at
most
and on my innocent massaging pass
kindly palming your ass
is a task
I plan on completing.
Unheeding
any warning
cause
see, I got this yearning to be your
personal masseuse.

A reward I seek
Though I may seem meek
you gotta speak
if you wanna find yourself
at the business end of my the house of my teeth!
But
then
yet again
committing the assuming sin
Cause truth be told
you ain't never had a problem with speech
like you got it in you to take another and teach
all the specific
ways to caress
your flesh.
Look at me
I'm a mess
sitting here
writing
slightly under duress.
See
just thinking of flesh
dressed
is amazing
considering that
the greatest sight of flesh
is how you are meshed.

I sigh
unless...
We open the door
to you wanting more
it's just
I tend to keep score
( been shot down before )
but go back and read
Wet.
Cause I wanna love you till you sore
and more
even willing to bet
that if all I got was a cracked door
I'd be your personal masseur
cause I'll take any touch I can get.....

Not done yet...

This feeling...
Like so stiff
my shorts are peeling
Trying to change positions
from my back
to kneeling
concealing
the other brains
instinct
to tell the truth.
ALOOF...
and yet lusting
trusting
time to bring me home,
to the
touching
and rubbing
squeezing
kneading
and needing...
Even
just
to hold you.
Like gold
you
fold men to
follow you
spilling
they're imbecilic
emotional
tendencies
to cry.
Why lie?
You don't try.
So my fingers fry
and in the blink of an eye
the masseuse
you requested appears....

Then what?
Speak.
I be at the peak
on the edge
on hind legs
hoping for a treat.
Of course
this could be ignored
the assumption itself horrid.
Act like
I stated nothing
and state nothing
and maybe next time
I'll record this...

G spot.

Pulling off your panties
even though you coulda just pulled them to the side
like the way
that even thought they waterproof
a nigga will take off his G shock
for the tide
or when it's time to play
G spot.


Finding it
over
and over again
making it my friend
so when
I approach
there an
anticipation
of things for which your waiting
Together now...
CLIMAX!
climb that
POLE.
Make it your goal
to find
my face
in place
eating like a savage
elbows on the table
no grace
trying to trace
my tongue
from
the sweet spot
to your
G
spot.

Mouthful of long hair
don't care
a glazed glare
in your eye telling me I'm there
at
the spot
and that you agree with what
I swear
that
I
get there
if only to be immersed in
your twat,
just to find your
G
spot....

Taboo?

Longing
to be given
at long last
opportunity
to last long.

Tripping over steps
toward it.
Trepidation
of mine
tantamount
to
a crime without passion,
passionately
yet
criminally
denying me the
crime
of knowing your passion.

Assuming your even interested
in
taboo...
If so
my tantalizing
tongue twists
teasing...
Totally
un-
tamed.
I'm told...
I also don't fit the mold.

Bold strokes
of my paintbrush
instead of pen
I wanna paint a picture of us
in which you can't see where I stop
and you begin,
and then,
take you to a place
good enough to be known as sin
again
and again.
As my pen
pretends
that this could even happen...

Taboo
a slight of hand
an extra
slide of a finger
just to let the imagination linger
on
the idea that you felt the spark too.
Taboo?

Wet.

Secretly
slip sliding
riding
my tongue
in my mind and
gliding
inside and
surprising
myself with you being
as wet as I was imagining.

The thought occurs to go
grabbing
and a soft
caress
it's just...
I know these moist
thoughts
need to die immediately...
Fought!
Smitten with the same
voracity
I imagine
licking your kitten.

Tasting
encasing
my face with the
amazing
amount of drip drip drop
that in my dreams
doesn't seem to ever stop
so I imagine
a daydream where I plot
and your enticed into
inviting me into that sweet wet spot.

Overpowering
the collective thought to abstain
with the way I've dreamed the stain
that your moisture has lain
from my tongue
to my chin
a grin
my "tell"
because I can't hide that I'm sprung...
sitting over here hung
still briefly
pausing to imagine just how sweet
you'll be on my tongue
hands wrung
head hung
I go back to dreaming
and there in my dream, then,
your wet
and I'm set
to get
what I long to get
wet...

sometimes?

DAMN SOMETIMES
AND TO HELL WITH THE DIFFERENCE MADE IN THE WORLD.
Try, you always make me smile
and you've made a difference in my life.
Any time
from
the slightest random thought
to the
largest
private joke caught.
Always....
even the ones I don't allow to grace
my face...
The sneak attacks,
squirrel forecasting clips,
trips
in and out my
consciousnessnessness
ducking and dodging
my out of control
train
of thoughts...
Riding
the ever present
green couch
from
thought
to
thought.
Caught,
between
my mind
and a hard place
am I
I am
placed hard
pressed
against
my mind's
constant
running
gunning
funning
but
on my face
in it's assured rightful place
is the
smile
that you place
also in my mind....
Way more than sometimes....

RE-GIFT.

Having a
emotional
aneurysm
as you have your
love
exorcism
my head
imprisoned
while my heart accepts this
fool's
mission.
I have
clear
vision...
So have
no
suspicion
that
I'm
wishing
for a different view of you.
I'm
not
missing
the real you...
Don't have
love
tinted
goggles, or view you through
crystal
like prisms
Just listen!
*Wanna be your guy*
With
your
permission...
I'm pitching
all slow balls,
no
curves
as I've conquered the
old
urge
to detach
and
swerve.
Some
nerve?
Yeah
cocky!
don't even
stop
me.
Just chill
rock
with
my
gab
gift,
words
are
swift
let their
meaning
stick
drift....
in and out of consciousness
so high
on
this
mental......
spliff.......
Open nostrils catch
a
whiff
take
that
sniff
internalize
and
re-gift...

Forget.

Say goodbye to love,
toodles to talkers of total
completeness,
cuz I'm done cooking...
and I'm pretty sure
I could stick a fork in you as well.

Wave it goodbye,
the dissatisfaction
of that other
95%,
plus the guys.

Sayonara
to covert ninjas
using their mysterious
movements to cause
misunderstandings,
that get misread
cause tear shed
and just plain get you
RED.
Say Bonjour to sad love songs,
since it means both, keep in mind
I mean the way that means so long...

Say goodbye to wondering if there's another
I'm right here
no where
really...
But waving hello to you
as I instruct you to
say bellybutton to
love
And say hello to
connection.

Don't

Your biting
I'm writing
inciting
this rioting
SOUND
I'll show you how I get down...
Philosophical prophecies,
prototype particular pontification
Prose or not to prose?
that's the question.

Exuberant eloquence!
Walk soft big stick.
Viable victories!
Vicious victims
sweating
for a lick
BITTEN
right?

Visual versions
hiding the
almost always abrasive
EMOTIONS
of
clowns
told you how I get down....

Allay your fears
fictitious foreigners
frolicking
froghopping
and bebopping
to my
talent at taming
tactician turned out
beats
Don't drip
or subliminally saturate
TECHNIQUES
with your
personal pretending
like that's not
perspiration.....

TODAY.

51 DAYS AGO
I STARTED WRITING TO YOUR MIND
TOOK TIME OUT MY DAILY GRIND
TO SEARCH FOR THE WORDS
TO TELL YOU THAT
US NOT BEING AT LEAST COOL
IS ABSURD
IN THE DAYS THAT HAVE FOLLOWED
I
LEARNED QUITE A BIT
IE: THE WEIRDNESS WE SHARE

SORRY I WAS STARING A BIT
WHERE WAS I?
YEAH I LEARNED SOME STUFF ABOUT YOU
AND AS WELL I REALIZED
THAT THE THINGS I IMAGINED ARE ALL TRUE
WE EVEN SHARED THE HICCUPS
LMAO
AND I CAN'T IMAGINE YOU REALLY THINKING YOU'LL HURT ME
YOU KNOW YOUR BLOWS WILL BE SOFT
THEN IN THE LAST FEW I FORGOT
WHAT IT WAS LIKE BEFORE I HAD YOU TO SHARE WITH
YOU KNOW EVERYTHING
EVEN MY THOUGHTS
SHIT
YOU MOVED FURNITURE IN
( I BOLTED IT TO THE FLOOR MYSELF
HOPE YOU DON'T MIND )
HAD TO MAKE SURE YOU DIDN'T
FALL VICTIM TO RAPIDITY OF MY MIND
AND HERE TODAY ON DAY 51
I SIT BACK AND THINK ON
WHAT IT IS WE'VE BECOME
AND AS MUCH AS I FEAR TRYING TO DEFINE
YOU AND ME
I COULDN'T RESIST CALLING TODAY
OUR 51 DAY ANNIVERSARY...

IF I HATED YOU

IF I HATED YOU
I'D HATE HOW WE
BE
ON THE PHONE
RELAXED
CLOSE TO PRONE
AND IF UNDIVIDED ISN'T GIVEN
THEN
YOU'LL KINDLY GET MISSING...

JUST FOR YOU ROX!

BUTTER

This is interesting. .

Margarine was originally manufactured to fatten turkeys. When it killed the turkeys, the people who had put all the money into the research wanted a payback so they put their heads together to figure out what to do with this product to get their money back. It was a white substance with no food appeal so they added the yellow coloring and sold it to people to use in place of butter.

How do you like it? They have come out with some clever new flavorings.

DO YOU KNOW.. the difference between margarine and butter?

Read on to the end...it gets very interesting!

Both have the same number of calories.

Butter is slightly higher in saturated fats at 8 grams, compared to

margarine at 5 grams.

Eating margarine can increase heart disease in women by 53% over eating the same amount of butter, according to a recent Harvard Medical Study.

Eating butter increases the absorption of many other nutrients in other foods.

Butter has many nutritional benefits where margarine has a few,
only because they are added!

Butter tastes much better than margarine and it can enhance the flavors of other foods.

Butter has been around for centuries where margarine has been around for less than 100 years.

And now, for Margarine…

Very high in trans-fatty acids.

Triple risk of coronary heart disease.

Increases total cholesterol and LDL (this is the bad cholesterol) and lowers HDL cholesterol, (the good cholesterol).

Increases the risk of cancer up to five times.

Lowers the quality of breast milk.

Decreases immune response.

Decreases insulin response.

And here's the most disturbing fact.... HERE IS
THE PART THAT IS VERY INTERESTING!

Margarine is but ONE MOLECULE short of being PLASTIC…

This fact alone was enough to have me avoiding margarine for life,

and anything else that is hydrogenated (this means hydrogen is

added, changing the molecular structure of the substance).

You can try this yourself:

Purchase a tub of margarine and leave it in your garage or a shaded area. Within a couple of days you will note a couple of things:

* No flies, not even those pesky fruit flies will go near it (that should tell you something).

* It does not rot or smell differently because it has no nutritional value; nothing will grow on it. Even those teeny-weeny microorganisms will not find a home to grow. Why? Because it is nearly plastic. Would you melt your Tupperware and spread that on your toast?

Share This With Your Friends...(If you want to 'butter them up')!

Chinese Proverb:
'When someone shares something of value with you
and you benefit from it, you have a moral
obligation to share it with others.

DON'T FEEL LIKE TYPING...