eight day weeks

Her Man

2011-12-01T22:05:00.001-08:00

I want to be her man. I want to be the man she takes trips with, talks politics with, dance with, cry with, and talk shit with. I want to know they see you when they look at me. I want to be her provider and protector. The Queen protects the King, but I’ll care for this castle, turn that house into a home. I want to be her man. The man eyes she looks in and says you’re the best thing that ever happened to me. I don’t want to be a boy, I want to be her man.

Can you relate?

2011-11-29T16:08:00.001-08:00

I always feel some type of way when people say they feel me. Naw nigga. I identify with a man, who in times of crisis draws forth some extraordinary quality from within himself and triumphs but only after a struggle. Can you relate to that?

Ass Dressed In The Lioness Skin

2011-10-05T18:38:00.000-07:00

A queen in a doorless temple. My name is written on her thighs, to this lion, she is hope, help, and healing. With the crown off she was at her knees. I felt the warmth of deep breaths upon my God given droplet. My sweet honey trickled to the back of her throat, saturating her mouth with my entirety. She drank up every drop and sucked me dry. Covered in nakedness I was captivated. Smelling her feminine presence, becoming a mortal fool, the kingdom was hers.

Love

2011-09-28T20:15:00.000-07:00

Love is divine
Love is my own ‘Love Jones’
Love is so healthy
Love is tears of joy
Love is inspiration for the latest batch of poetry
Love is the drug dealer and the drug user
Love is a cure of it’s own disease
Love is rendering me temporarily insane
Love is amazing
Love is love

Society Orange

2011-09-23T17:19:00.001-07:00

Roots, trees, leaves, flowers, plants. A queen. To be named later. Dance in her reign. Atmospheric vibes. Top of the world. What we have? Love. Society Orange.

A Whole New Mind.

2011-09-21T14:25:00.000-07:00

My world. The third planet on the 201st floor. Need a jet plane to visit me. But then again I want an elevator just so I can play some dope elevator music. So dope you end up getting off on the wrong floor. Fuck it. Let’s travel to find the lost world. We won’t stop till we find it. Infinitely. And we when do we’ll stand in utter awe. Let ‘Explosions In The Sky’ be the soundtrack to the we found the lost world scene. Drums. That scene would need a lot of drums. It would put an emphasis on the sex that would occur after the utter shock scene. But then what? Death. Because after finding it, we soon figured out there wasn’t anything left.

love >

2011-09-03T22:12:00.000-07:00

Niggas are scared to love a woman but will love an object. How backwards is that? People were created to be loved. Objects were created to be used. The reason why the world is chaotic is because objects are being loved, and people are being used.

F U C K S W A G .

2011-08-23T19:02:00.001-07:00

Shit has been played out, overdone, and misused. Stop it. Invest in some personality or charisma. Why do you have to make a song about how much “swag” you got? That shit is lame to me. Just be yourself, that’s swag.

emotions with actions

2011-08-04T23:52:00.000-07:00

I’ve loved, I’ve cried, I’ve lied, I’ve hurt, I’ve cheated, I’ve stolen, I’ve complained, I’ve dreamed, I’ve feared, I’ve prayed, I’ve written, I’ve lost, I’ve grown, I’ve fought, I’ve cried some more, I’ve almost died, and I’ve survived.

Lastly, I’ve learned.

xela's prelude: I bet you don't know

2011-07-28T21:56:00.001-07:00

I bet you don’t know he feared. He feared thinking other guys might find the diamond in the rough. I bet you don’t know that he followed rivers, and that every time he thought of her, he smiled. I bet you don’t know how much he feared, but he feared because he cared. I bet you don’t know his world is a storm, but she chased the clouds away. I bet you don’t know he will never lose what he has; what he has is her. I bet you don’t know in his world there is a future, an angel waiting just for him. I bet you don’t know together they faced it all. The distance was just a small prelude.

xela

2011-07-26T23:08:00.001-07:00

She’s the epitome of beauty. She was a lioness laying in the shade of a tree sculptured by the heavens. Mental morphine, sublime erections, and auditory masturbation. The structure of her oceanic kisses washed the windows of my soul, rivers smiled with empty stomachs, mirror lake, she saw strength in me but I was just a reflection of her, a diamond in the rough. Now I was adrift in her current. Lost. Hoping to never be found.

Mental Asylum: He Shining Like That?

2011-07-25T14:06:00.001-07:00

I hope y’all read my post and realize I don’t suffer from my insanity, I enjoy every minute of it. Every day brings a choice: to practice stress or to practice peace. I choose peace. My peace is my insanity, my own mental institution. If only everyone could live with their inner craziness.

bottled poetry

2011-07-17T00:04:00.001-07:00

I love being in the company of a woman drinking wine. It’s bottled poetry. It’s mistaking words for thoughts. It’s slow dancing in a burning room. I fall in love with fire. Such a queen with a treacherous regime. Like the wine she sips, like the books she reads, she improves with age. Can a man ever crave for the touch of a woman’s lips and thoughts more?

... Because He Broke The Rules

2011-07-13T20:25:00.001-07:00

He grew up in Watts, CA. He was suppose to be a product of his environment. He was suppose to choose a color, red or blue. Then get a thug life tattoo. Screaming fuck bitches, he should be getting money. A bullet in that drive-by should of hit him. He should be dead by now. That’s all he life was suppose to be.

But he broke the rules.

untitled

2011-07-13T19:57:00.000-07:00

Had a dream I jumped.

Man of Integrity

2011-06-30T20:19:00.001-07:00

I strive to be a man of integrity. Not a real nigga. Not cool. Not flashy. Not fly. A man of integrity. The kind of man who works hard, is a good father, a good husband, a good friend, isn’t swayed by public opinion, and recognizes the God in himself.

I will speak truth, respect, and love. Divine words. Good divine words. I am more afraid of my own heart than robbers or murderers. The greatest danger is in what lies within me; the man of integrity.

Think

2011-06-26T22:54:00.001-07:00

Most people are prisoners, thinking only about the future or living in the past. They are not in the present, and the present is where everything begins. Most people would rather die than think; in fact, they do so

Don’t be most people. Whatever that means.

The Perfect Lie

2011-06-24T17:45:00.001-07:00

Every morning she applied it
Seeking acceptance
So much effort it does take
To be totally fake

Red lipsticks to mask the words
Purple eyeshadow to blind the blind
Mascara was the third eye
This drug could tell one hell of a lie

A sunny Sunday overdose
They found her in the bathroom
Dead and bleeding
Makeup was her mask.

Skin Deep

2011-06-23T23:28:00.001-07:00

Here she stands
Holding a razor in her hands
Drawing pictures
On her wrist she painted

She only used one color
Red
She couldn’t resist the urge
Too many when’s and too many whys

Everyday she wore the mask
Everyday she wore the long sleeves
Screaming, but not making a sound
A vicious cycle with no end.

Keep It

2011-06-23T14:24:00.001-07:00

If it’s anything I want out of a woman, it’s that she brings me peace. Fuck that dysfunctional relationship shit. Y’all can have that.

Waste your time and you waste of your life.

2011-06-06T22:29:00.001-07:00

Don’t be fooled by the calendar. There are only as many days in the year as you make use of. One man gets only a week’s value out of a year while another man gets a full year’s value out of a week. - Charles Richards

The question is how much time am I wasting? Time is making a fucking fool of me. I’m not taking advantage on my time. I’m not valuing life.

I can’t waste no more time. That’s my word.

fly.

2011-06-04T00:01:00.000-07:00

I will not die an unlived life.

I always wonder why birds choose to stay in the same place when they can fly anywhere on the earth. Then I ask myself the same question.

Life, I intend to live it.

love(r)

2011-06-03T23:37:00.001-07:00

There are lovers content with longing.
I’m not one of them

3.8

2011-05-16T19:42:00.000-07:00

…the power of her mind. intertwined with his tongue. immersed in her. getting closer. digging deeper. reach her, reach her. he made pens ejacualate on paper. birthed beautiful thoughts. this time cloth. this time was thought. she brought it to life. the beautiful noise. the dark night. the body on body. just listen. just listen. it sounds right. just feel. just feel. it.. it…

3.7

2011-05-16T18:57:00.001-07:00

…sound of breathing. hearts thinking. minds beating. her screaming. her screaming. HER SCREAMING! beautiful noise. she’s unborn. she’s reborn. fire in her eyes. sun in her heart. the power between her thighs. the power between her thighs. the power between her… the power…