B.O.A.T. Blog of Al Taylor

Mr. Nice Guy

2016-03-30T19:49:00.000-07:00

Won't put in same category
Women say I meet wrong women
Courting y'all, is it really worth the summons
2016, why men still pursuing
Society have us worthless and losing
Should a man go MGTOW
The loving man is undervalued
So, it's not about game and friend zone
Everyone has right, not be attracted to someone
A self happens to attract self
Good morning texts and she's beautiful
Get phones cut off or blocked

Dating is dead
Communication sporadic
A man can't have voice
Don't wanna be heard
Big parties for male bashing
Mad company, if against opposite gender
Some are fighting Feminism
That has a Narcissistic approach
Guy talks everything women will hear
Known as chivalrous simp
I enjoy flirting and giving compliments
To not stay stuck in chase with begging
No longer frustrated, I see the comprehension

A price for being too nice

Pay with fire and ice

Mr. Guy
Jackassery, you might buy

Mr. Guy
You give your all, but nice try

Mr. Guy
That charm shit don't always fly

Never lose, win or you learn

How do men who don't wanna be fathers, have babies
If I discuss it, I'm desperate or shady
For these men, where are the set standards
Almost on verge to raise future bastards
Maybe, these situations, I should abort them
Either way, treated like I can't afford them
Are children blessings or commodities
Battles for child support and custody
Is it worth to go through a pregnancy
Will a kid be mine in carried legacy
Might have to draw DNA
Make sure I'm Daddy, a new day

Shout out to the Alpha Males
Y'all the show stoppers and panty droppers
Present challenges and unpredictable
Well, I wanna be ALPHO, as in Alphonso
Hold it down for nice guys
From all ruled emotions, illogical lies
Finish last, but take element of surprise
When they're exciting, why women like to do nothing
Play scared, look for mistakes... Fronting
Constantly nag to judging
Don't think you run game or they're stupid
They can speak, stand up for themselves, be ruthless
Have tissue to wipe your frightening asses of shit tests
Better believe, hating fellas can get it, too
Many don't try nice guys, only a few
Try to show them up around women
Cock block, as if they don't see it coming
Where the goodies... They want sex
They'll be wrong, if they just desire that
Females, then will state they're bad assholes
Thought they were being nice guys
Hmm... Can a nice guy get some
Without doing a lot of favors and chips
He demonstrates he's more than good dick
The goal is to have great relationships
A gold heart won't give up on love
Until time, it's focus on craft and grind
Hov said it best, Nickels and Dimes stay on my mind

A price for being too nice

Pay with fire and ice

Mr. Guy
Jackassery, you might buy

Mr. Guy
You give your all, but nice try

Mr. Guy
That charm shit don't always fly

Never lose, win or you learn

A price for being too nice

Pay with fire and ice

Mr. Guy
Jackassery, you might buy

Mr. Guy
You give your all, but nice try

Mr. Guy
That charm shit don't always fly

Never lose, win or you learn

Let me stress it...
You're needed and wanted, yeah
Needed and wanted, yeah
Needed and wanted, yeah

My guy... Mr. Nice Guy

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Be My Valentine IV: A Real Sweetheart

2016-02-13T23:22:00.001-08:00

I desire a real sweetheeeeeart
She makes love to me, slow
Then, fuck me so hard... hard... hard... hard
Be my Valentine and receive your freak card

A virgin or not sexually active
Make a move, would you be passive
Picture us smooching, I play in your hair, all natural
Grope your breasts and thee au naturel
Hmmm... I must smell to taste that chocolate
I understand, but confused, if you're celibate
Hold you in arms, a long time, intimate
Remove undergarments of the mood, passionate
Explore your body, a frame of art
I'm ready to pop it like a tart
You should know by now, I'm flirty
Serenade with poetry or talk dirty
In bed, let's do a heartfelt performance
Theatrical, like The Vagina Monologues, the warmest
Box office of sweets
Curtain call, we're in between the sheets
This is live acting, not staged
Bringing out lovemaking characters, engaged
As a crowd, have each other go Wow
Lay upon your chest, finishing... Take a bow

I desire a real sweetheeeeeart
She makes love to me, slow
Then, fuck me so hard... hard... hard... hard...
Be my Valentine and receive your freak card

I-I feel so violet... Violet from what I wanna do to you
I-I feel so violet... Violet from what I wanna do to you
Sweetie, it's true

Red and bluuuue, you stand at five-foot-seven
Step to you, a stairwell to heaven
Cloud of angels resembling Cupid
Blessings to trade fluids
I want babies, you want babies... Oh, baby... Oh, baby
Make it happen with a real special lady
Fill her up with stiff dick and creme candy
My seduction style is known as the dandy
Catch her ovulating, within 14 days
On each one I freak her in so many ways
Nine months, I rub a swollen tummy
For an infant bear, that's gonna be so Gummi

Sweet... Sweet... Sweetheeeeeart
She makes love to me, slow
Then, fuck me so hard... hard... hard... hard
Be my Valentine and receive your freak card

Sweet... Sweet... Sweet... Real sweet
Makes love to me -
Then, fuck me so sweet... hard... sweet... hard
Be my- receive your freak card

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Pierced My Existence

2015-11-18T13:59:00.001-08:00

My Dad, Alphonso Pierce
A veteran in a lifetime and fierce
Handyman of tools and navigation system
Carpenter, mechanic to electrician
Alongside my Mom with me, pregnant
Claimed me, as your son, fatherhood relevant
You have a boy, wanted a baby girl
Made it happen by a woman named, Cheryl
Planned same month, day, and five years apart
Should’ve been twins, a conceptual birth of art
Don’t know if I have it in me to do that
Unless my legacy will be carried on, a fact
You and my mother were an odd couple
Did the best y’all could from a double
One of the saddest moments in life
When y’all split, never husband and wife
Shocked me, when you shed tears
How we gonna make, set in fears
Every single day, I cried
Thought I’ll never see you again, denied
Still, nothing was the same
Learned truth and didn’t put on you, all blame
You were about marriage of common law
Not healthy examples I saw
Great provider, who brought to the table
Sorry, I didn’t follow your career path to install cable
It’s not that I wasn’t able
Gained interest in arts, performing, and writing fables
You took a boy on the best trip, fishing
To pass it on, I’m wishing
Remember when you left food and drink in seat
I’ll drink it all up and eat
You would ask me, where did your stuff go at
Look around, like it wasn’t me and laugh
Wish I was taught how to mow lawn and about cars
How to fix things around a house, up to par
I know I have some of these skills
Maintain, as a man and pay bills
Some say you’re the meanest
A bragger and not quite the cleanest
An old man so grumpy
Curse people out, fussy
You can talk a lot, when you’re drunk
I love you, but don’t always wanna hear it much
Kind soul with many others, you’re helpful
Make you mad and crazy, meet the devil
Have one grandchild
What the fuck your son is doing
Dad, I’m trying, but not given that pursuance
But, I’m a do, as you tell me, enjoy existing
A long time, as you, I wanna be living
Like you’re retired, desire to relax on boat
The hope I'm there with you, it floats

© 2015, Alphonso Taylor. All rights reserved. No republication of this material in any form or medium is permitted without expressed permission of the author.

Singing My Melody

2015-10-29T14:28:00.001-07:00

In strings and chords of jealousy
Symphony of common error
A face with bloody mascara
The devil was conductor
I awakened the forbidden
Fell on my knees to hum and pray
I’ve always been a free spirit
Raised my voice a higher octave
to rid ghosts in the opera
when concert became darker
Stage manager, a minister
Clapping and cheering, sinister
Gave them hell on a musical scale
so heavenly production could prevail
Signing autographs, gothic
Paparazzi catatonic
while angels in my band, kept me prolific
Should’ve canceled tour, it was oblivion
Songs against religion
Promotions were demons sent
My vocals had to repent

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Take a Man Out

2015-09-12T02:31:00.000-07:00

Ladies, if he’s proper
Would you offer
to take a man out
Pay for him to have a good time, no doubt
Make September reservations
for intimate conversations
Then, take him home for warmly sensation

Oh, yeeeeaah, it’s that time of the month
Invite a fella to breakfast or brunch
Matter of fact, ask him what he’s doing, tonight
Ride around town in those big city lights
Yes, this is a date
Hope you’re able to relate
What you looking for in a mate
It’s 2015, reciprocate
So many years in the millennium
He wants to know, are you feeling him
How often can you deal with him
To what places, you’ll be bringing him
Chop it up, over some drinks and food
Get acquainted with each other, is the mood
He handles tip, you handle tab
Into new things, y’all can dip and dab
Catch a drive-in movie
The chemistry is groovy
Moments sweet like smoothies
Could he be yours, truly
The evening still young and it’s not dark
Even go for a stroll in a park
Take a trip, right to the beach
He wants to keep you in arms reach

What if it’s his birthday
He has his own money to partaaay… partaaay
This type of stuff can happen, any day
Just find something to do, around the way
Sometimes, it don’t cost a dime
to chill and free your mind through quality time
Oooooh, you so tempting in your outfit and heels
Hit the dancefloor of bump and thrill
Would he be wrong, if he goes for the kill
En Vogue with you, to give something he can feel

Ladies, if he’s proper
Would you offer
to take a man out
Pay for him to have a good time, no doubt
Make September reservations
for intimate conversations
Then, take him home for warmly sensation

© 2015, Alphonso Taylor. All rights reserved. No republication of this material in any form or medium is permitted without expressed permission of the author.

Intellectual Sexual

2015-09-11T12:41:00.000-07:00

I envision you in a wet dream
I’m ‘Sex Intelligent’, like The Dream
You and I can be a team, sexcellent
Your company is always pleasant
I’m intertwined, how you stimulate my mind
So fine, I’ll take it easy, just wind
Tease me good of personality
Let me get in touch with sexuality
Entertain each other from naked spirits
Desire to feel all of you, I hear this…

HMMMM! Your intellect got me so wet
BAAABY! Cum hard for me with respect

HMMMM! Your intellect got me so wet
BAAABY! Cum hard for me with respect

Hol up, hol up… Don’t be fooled by the glasses
I’m a legs and breasts man, I slap asses
I imagine us engaged in a kiss
Flirtatious, to bury face in tits
Cover and smother them with some spit
You take my hand to rub on your abyss
Get a sense of humor, working down to your clit
Prepare it like a project for me to hit
I’m stuck in translation of your lips
Curious to have them wrapped around my dick
Fluent body language makes temperature rise
Oral skills fluid, head game wise
Pull it in a direction to have me realize
A jerk is sensitive, no shucking or jive
You sucking, as my eyes undress our clothes
I see myself inside all three of your holes
Pussy deep, as a talk, I study pretty toes
Listen, while you moan for me, your goals
I’m loaded into sex drive, updated
Stroke an ego and asshole, so lubricated
High from you being loud... I’m faded
I love a woman, who is sexy and educated

© 2015, Alphonso Taylor. All rights reserved. No republication of this material in any form or medium is permitted without expressed permission of the author.

SENSEtive II: Fuckery and Bullshit

2015-08-20T11:56:00.000-07:00

All this fuckery

Misery loves company

Most of it is bullshit

Personalities so split

SENSEtive

All this fuckery

Misery loves company

Most of it is bullshit

Personalities so split

All right… Okay!

Flipside of a coin, y’all are twofaced.

I’m ahead of all of you, I’m fast paced

Make a man wanna seriously catch a case

How long do I stay humbled, intact with grace

Ooh, I’m sick of you bitches

with your bait and switches

Got more buffoonery than a witch

Siren mechanism to pitch

Use the cliché, men taught you the game

When all of us aren’t like that of blame

Lead man on, lead man off

A rock hard dick turned soft

Common courtesy and courting don’t pay off

Compliments or caring doesn’t lead to a loft

Doesn’t make a gentleman a pussy… gets the pussy

Find that hard to digest with shitted on chivalry

So, don’t ask me for any favors, I’ll pass

I ain’t getting gas money, no head or ass

Fucked, and not how I wanna be fucked

Sucking my energy, not how I wanna be sucked

Strucked, I’ve applied the method of fall back

Strong… I won’t cut too much slack

Now, I must have reciprocity

100% is still 50/50

Learned the opposite sex is from perception and fear

I predicted no more dating coming near

You create problems, aren’t even there

Jump to confused conclusions, no force there

Taking my time, I don’t claim who doesn’t claim me

You can expose YOU, trying to shame me

It’s crazy, that’s why bittersweet has set in

It hurts, too… got stories to be let in

All this fuckery

Misery loves company

Most of it is bullshit

Personalities so split

SENSEtive

All this fuckery

Misery loves company

Most of it is bullshit

Personalities so split

Left and forgotten

Smell crap, given rotten

Men are becoming extinct, y’all still niggas

Shotty him up, shotty him down, no made figures

Nothing iconic, just arrest warrants

Reduced by death in hands of twisted law informants

I’m thinking we’ve all seen the good, bad, and ugly

But, it’s about a trick or joke, until no longer funny

Not too many real adults, they’re kids

Trash everywhere, stink with unclosed missing lids

I ain’t dense to protect me in self defense

I’ve always been a one man’s regime offense

If it’s each person for self, I’m on guard

50 million excuses, lectures, and smart ass mouths I card

of why I can’t get mine, things for you, I did

I must have an S or L written on my forehead

All this fuckery

Misery loves company

Most of it is bullshit

Personalities so split

SENSEtive

All this fuckery

Misery loves company

Most of it is bullshit

Personalities so split

Fuckery and bullshit say I’m so SENSEtive

Refueled, focused on bonuses and incentives

I don’t have to be about the life

Just show my medieval side

You’ll think Jesus is back

Then, I’ll be crucified

Everybody will be ready to beat my ass

That’s if you can get me to the cross, fast

I resurrect through you counterfeits

Wisdom as weapon, soon, I baptize the permit

Spit this venom like a sermon at the pulpit, nice

I caught the angry Holy ghost, can’t finish… CHRIST

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Motherly Rose II: Concrete

2015-05-10T08:52:00.000-07:00

Grown ass man, still a Mama’s boy

Gave me birth... shelter, now a laptop my toy

to write you this part two, brings me joy

Memory lane of ass whippings, burned me out

I get mad, but you’ll say, look how I turned out

Jack of some trades and college graduate

Writer and performer, could’ve been laureate

Our relationship is concrete, as your middle name

A Rose I carry in me, everywhere, no shame

I understand what you were teaching me

Surely, all the lessons are reaching me

To my existence, I just wanna apply it

See the fruit of your labor flourish, can’t deny it

In 2011, I left the nest, angry

Thought loved ones were against me

Sibling rivalry, sister for her daughter, my niece

You for them and your husband

Twin brother, uncle about his son

Stepdad just keeping the peace
I guess I’m all on my own

Stepped out on faith and left home

Didn’t have much of a plan

In Florida, is where I became a man

But, I was with the wrong people

Didn’t know wedding plans could cause such upheaval

Sent a message, I got peoples, too

For these fake ones in taboo

Mom, you said it’s not my fault, I’d tried

I’m in a white suit, standing at the altar, you cried

You’ll be there, if I ever marry again

Pray it’s the last time, because divorce is sin

Baby fever, a touchy subject I get sick in

Sensitive, hope a cure will soon kick in

Don’t worry about it, you won’t love me less

If with children, I never be blessed

Have one grandchild, you may not live to see mine

I’m scared, when it’s my time, no one will be alive

A night on the phone, we exchanged girl titles

Came to a beautiful decision, if I ever see the arrival

I settled to live in North Carolina

You visited, we had dinner at the BBQ diner

Mother and son conversation going well

Something wrong, from your voice I could tell

You almost broke down and felt lost

Held back tears for my problems at a cost

To me, you’ll always be a woman warrior

A real lady, strong, and less worrier

Whoever it was, I would’ve put two in head

For your position and what was done to that kid

You didn’t let it have you remain a victim

I’m glad you’re back in the school system

Although, a Davis, everyone will know about the Taylors

Can’t mess with our survival, we’re NOT failures

Mom, this life can be so shifty

You said, you got it right, close to 50

Looks like, I’m heading down that path

Still, have a while to go, I’m doing the math

Anything in way, will feel your first born wrath

As I can have crazy setbacks

You have words to keep me on the good tracks

Your advice, not to give a time limit

Long as I’m here, happens, when it happens

The past is over, learned from it, I forgive you

Through the present to future, I’ll live you

Everything was paid for, not once evicted

No streets, we had running water and electric

That’s how I wanna do it

If I never again have someone else

Oh, yeah... you tell me not to be hard on myself

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Be My Valentine III: Red Chocolate

2015-02-14T09:07:00.000-08:00

Turn me on, in black panties and bra

Ahh, ahh, ahh… ooh

So sexy, like you’re laid out at a spa

Ahh, ahh, ahh… ooh

Let’s do something new, tonight, sex tantric

Without physical contact, make your body orgasmic

Tease and please you with different kinds of foreplay

Release chakra, as the mind sways

My hands do a rhythmic dance, inches from frame

Skin tone desirable, hot as red flames

Breathe, baby, I pantomime, stroking your yoni

I groan, you squirm… moan for me… moan for me

I’m yours forever, can’t loan me… can’t loan me

I’ll never share, sensuous mystic in me

honors sensuous mystic in you

Our love ritual is the exotic you… exotic you

You massage me with your titties, they’re perky

My lingam rock hard, feeling jerky

I’m tingling, pulse is a bass drum

Soul relaxed, it begins to strum

Can’t take it anymore, I pre cum

I want some, signaled in a magical hum

Ring around the booty

Feels good and juicy

Asses… asses, I have a meltdown

To bury myself in you, I go longest

I’m a king getting it on with a goddess

Tasting and swirling Godiva Chocolate

I’m the key to your potion box, pop and unlock it

My affection is the softest Valentine

Beyond February 14^th, our tantra will shine

© 2015, Alphonso Taylor. All rights reserved. No republication of this material in any form or medium is permitted without expressed permission of the author.

Dance With Me All Night

2015-02-01T10:11:00.000-08:00

I may groove by myself from a distance

I get a rise, when you hit the floor, for instance

Watch the way you gyrate your hips

I imagine close, like kiss lips

Trying to figure how I can be smooth

in my approach, sweet as a tooth

I take little steps into personal space

If we could just brush our clothing together, face

Touch and embrace in form of a hug

Hold you dear to me, as we cut a rug

Lost in the moment and perfume

Your sexiness and moves I presume

Of course, I’m on it, you back up that booty

Ain’t gonna hurt nobody, I’m not scared

Yeah, I’m gonna think what it is with us naked

Still in awe, I passed the stage of rejection

Now, you work on me, one hell of an erection

More you dip low, I wanna dip it low

Break a sweat, we grind fast and slow

A different rhythm means a new beat

I’m doing best, not to stomp your gorgeous feet

It becomes intense, we lock hands and fingers

to the fine tunes of rappers and singers

We go at it, song after song

I desire wee hours to last long

Might get frustrated, if we have to break

Don’t wanna disappear and you’re with another man

He didn’t discover you, a treasure in strobe lights

I wouldn’t stand to see you make his night

I fondle and twirl you, all around, tight

I’m not mad or much the jealous type

Not my girl, but you give me some kinda hype

Upon a time, it was called getting my freak on

After a party, I got mine is what I speak on

No numbers, at least I copped feels

Pretty women in dresses, leggings, jeans, or heels

Halter tops, sight for sore eyes, bodies slammin’

I’m jamming, wish inside of you, I’m jammin’

Nonstop, bounce up and down your breasts to legs

Baby, I only request a dance, don’t have me beg

© 2015, Alphonso Taylor. All rights reserved. No republication of this material in any form or medium is permitted without expressed permission of the author.

I Dream of Dr. King II: National Nightmare

2015-01-19T03:34:00.000-08:00

If the world ended, today

All we’re told, be humble and pray

Youth is expiring, in unrest they lay

Injustice wins, no penalties to pay

Racism still alive, but we shall overcome

From outcries of murder, do we run

Dr. King, how long does one remain silent

when your approach to this was nonviolent

Spyware on devices, Sprint, T-Mobile, Motorola

New technology, gone from Cancer, AIDS to Ebola

We search for fallen foreign planes of the sky

Same ones we teach terrorists how to fly

Give funds and rescue an overseas country

In mine, I’m treated and hunted as a bounty

Dr. King, if only you saw how they did Trayvon Martin

Left the Black community’s hearts hardened

The same happened in a Missouri town

Gunned down was teenager, Michael Brown

It’s called Ferguson of looting and purging

Many businesses to homes were burning

You said, riots are language of the unspoken

against a system not meant to protect us, broken

Can’t forget about Oscar Grant

Fruitvale Station, a New Year’s rant

When we think the madness can’t go no farther

‘I CAN’T BREATHE’, last words of Eric Garner

As a kid, I played with toy guns

but not for Tamir Rice to be shot in fun

Lord, what have we done

Keep being taken away, until we’re none

Invitation by members to join KKK

They must feel Blacks are stupid, no fucking way

Arson crosses as their grills

A barbecue, picnic (pick a nigger) for our kills

Before my time, but I won’t forget

Years, they hid behind sheets and pillow case sets

Think they did something, attending a NAACP meeting

while my skin color is dying with bleeding

Choked to death, put on gurney, like we’re breathing

Shoot us dead, cuff us, as if we’re leaving

The only power we have is vote and protests

When can we strap up in bullet proof vests

Bring crooked law makers and enforcers to test

Without a judge, grand jury, or an arrest

Be their equalizer, Black lives matter

even on camera…

The dream will not shatter

Uplift this stigma

Minorities are the latter

Solve the enigma

Racist chit-chatter

Black men used as target practice for the scare

Waking up to step out my door is a nightmare

To each other, we’re punk ass, bitch niggas

until one of us pull a trigger

If we come forward as witnesses

We disrespected the streets and are snitches

Not supposed to say Black on Black crime

in police brutality time

If so hard, draw your weapons at them

or suit up for war in Afghanistan

Some other nationalities recognize us

Our own women despise us

We’re thugs and abusers in prisons across nation

Harassing, drugging, and charged with rape allegations

Gay, unemployed, no nice guys

Bad partners to fathers without child support to buy

New bitches, broke, weak…we still get The Apology

It’s always said, look at history

Jim Crow, Willie Lynch, and Slavery

Then, maybe we’ll have unity

As people, we’ll never be equal

So much evil to be peaceful

A cruel society, I see

God Almighty, I am NOT free

© 2015, Alphonso Taylor. All rights reserved. No republication of this material in any form or medium is permitted without expressed permission of the author.

Aunt Ree

2015-01-16T05:30:00.000-08:00

I didn’t know where I was going

If it’s a state or residence

When I began to remember

All I wanted to do was go to Virginia

Dad, are we going to Virginia

My favorite family and so much fun

We do everything under the sun

It’ll start at Aunt Ree’s house

Celebrations, reunions, and cookouts

To this day, your home is always my hotel

As a child, I’ll run the little steps to a bowl of cereal

or to your good breakfast cooking smell

The Christmases I brought down my toys

to share with my first, favorite woman cousin, Joye

Yes, I was bad and bit her on the butt

You wanted to tear my hind pots up

Just leave it to my mother

because I was becoming a brother

Aunt Ree, you named my only sibling, Shante Marie

Trips we took to Florida’s Disney World

It was you, me, Meme, and Aunt Jerl

I have a bond with Robbin, you see

He taught me how to play Super Mario Bros. 3

Good ole days of entertainment and Nintendo in the den

I’m excited from different company walking in

It could be Aunt Frances, Skookie, Ivan, Fee, Kita, and Gwen

Aunt Margie, MC, Derrick, Boo-Boo, Sylvia, T, Jevon, Keke

Uncle Bob, Raynor, or of the family, a friend

I’m older and I can talk to you about life

How I wanted to settle down, have children… wife

Backfired, you said, I just wanna be treated right

Let me learn from mistakes, it’s my plight

These times has come to past

January 4, 2015, is when I saw you, last

We were happy to see each other for the New Year

Few days later, I break down and shed tears

Received call from cousin David, you passed away

I was like, look man, don’t play

He wasn’t, I packed a bag and came right away

I’m gonna miss your great warm spirit, jokes, and smile

Wash your hands, have you eaten anything, where’s little Al

Now, I’m saying what happened, where’s my favorite aunt

I know, as I haven’t seen him in a while

Balance... An Introductory Poem from Scales of a Libra's Affection

2014-08-17T02:49:00.001-07:00

When you deposit feelings, what’s the balance
Accounts of love are always a challenge
To budget levels of trust in a special individual
Respect, communication to connection spiritual
Compatibility and chemistry for the cause
Press forward with happiness, without much pause
Attraction is quite twisted from its laws
Perfectly, we’re supposed to accept those of flaws
Realizing anytime, we can really get hurt
The mate for your soul, you don’t want to desert
Relationships can come with infidelity, rumors and lies
Reversed emotions, broken hearts to cries
Do we work it out, after many tries
Do we split contact and say our goodbyes
We’re left to get over the pain
Sometimes, all alone through snow and rain
Wasted years, you have ideas for a fresh start
Getting to know a new person is one hell of an art
This ache in a breast can’t be fixed by nurse or teacher
Whether or not, in the zodiac, you’re a firm believer
So much is in store for the sexy diva
Talora Jameson, scales of a Libra

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Chapter 12: Running from Venus... An Excerpt from Scales of a Libra's Affection

2014-07-17T11:17:00.000-07:00

“Yes! This is Ms. Jameson.” I answered to an elderly woman’s request for me.

“Hi, there! This is Mrs. Slade, the assistant principal at Payne Elementary. We really dislike bothering our students’ parents, as we know they can be busy at work. I must inform you, that your son, Marcus has been disruptive in class. His teacher had to talk to him on more than one occasion."

I was definitely upset. "Is he with you now, Mrs. Slade?"

"Yes, Marcus is here. Please, hold!"

"Hello!" Marcus sounded like, he was crying.

"Boy, what is the matter with you?!"

"I don't know, Mom."

"You don't know? Do I need to come up there and embarrass you in front of your classmates to find out?"

"No." Marcus was sniffling.

"When the teacher tells you to do something or is talking, you do it and pay attention. Do you understand me?"

"Yes."

"Let this be the last phone call I get."

"Ms. Jameson, I do have Mr. Simms on the line, just in case I couldn't reach you."

"Hey, Talora!"

"Hello, Drew!"

"Let me speak to him." Drew said. Then, the line went completely silence.

I'm not sure, what was discussed between Drew and Marcus. But, I didn't have any more problems from him, for the rest of the school year. I don't know why he was misbehaving with only three months left, until the summer, before starting second grade. When it seemed I had one of the vital men in my life on track, the other would fall off. It couldn't be blamed all on the new technology.

Black Planet was one of the first social networking sites ever. Then, came along Myspace, created by a guy named Tom. A person can design own profile and make it look like a website. I customized me a page to network, as I was now merging into modeling. I made Drew one, which I had access to his account and could check it anytime I want. That's when I found notes by various women, sent to him and this one in particular:

Candygirl84

Hey, baby! You stay on my mind, all the time. I want u every time, I see u. You really don't know what you have done to me. Are you gonna get rid of that other broad you're with, Terrain or whatever her name is? I'm trying to wait and I don't know how long I can. I have needs and must keep my kitty-cat satisfied. Let me know, if you got what it takes to cum play with a real lady, Drew. XOXO

That night, I printed the message from my computer; I tore it into as many big pieces as I could, and stuffed them into my purse. I got dressed to head to club, Legend. The VIP section, I already knew where Drew was, as he kept it reserved. Soon as I entered, Drew had two heifers laid up on him. One must have known who I was, which she quickly got off of him, as she saw me. 'Make It Rain' by Terror Squad rapper, Fat Joe featuring Lil' Wayne, must have been on my mind. That's exactly what I did, throwing the trash in Drew's face from my pocketbook.

"Who are these bitches, you got, sending you love letters and shit on Myspace, behind my back?"

Drew took his arm from around the other chick. "Why you busting in here like this? What the fuck is the matter, Talo?"

"I'm sick of you lying. I had seen what Candygirl84 wrote you."

"Candygirl84 is me and I advise you to back off, now." The broad, last to be on Drew, said.

"I advise you to shut the fuck up. You don't know who you're fucking with." That was my comeback.

Blows between me and her were thrown. Little drink tables toppled over. The sound of broken glass grew louder. There was pulling of hair. I made sure; I had my pocketbook clutched close to me, just in case it was going to go down. Then, I felt Drew yank me by my waist and someone else got a hold of Candygirl84. Everyone was stunned to see me react the way I did. Not, Dre's Talo? It was definitely a rude awakening. I done had it up to here.

"Get your goddamn hands off me!" I scratched Drew's hands as hard as I could. He turned me a loose. Afterward, I stormed out of Legend, with him to follow.

"Have you lost your mind? That shit was uncalled for!" Drew scolded.

"Don't say nothing, you punk ass liar! I'm tired of you embarrassing me, like this." Tears started to roll down my face.

"If you would let me just -"

"Give me the extra key to my place. I don't wanna continue to see you."

"All right, since it's like that." Drew hurried to take it off his keychain and threw it to the ground, hitting my foot.

"Just like I thought you were gonna do."

I picked up the key and left Drew where he stood. He didn't even attempt to come after me. I was done and hurting so bad. I felt it coming one day; I'll be fighting over a man. If these broads really want him, they can have him.
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Libra, Air, Venus, September, October, Harmony, Balance, Diplomatic, Cardinal, Inanimate Object, No Humans, No Animals, Scales

2014-06-24T02:24:00.002-07:00

Writer/poet and performer, Alphonso Taylor's fifth book and novel debut

A BALANCE of Love!

TITLE: Scales of a Libra's Affection

SYNOPSIS: FINE LIBRA, Talora Jameson seems to have the nice quiet life, working as an admin assistant, pursuing goals for a career in fashion design, and raising her son, as a single mother. When she meets Andrew 'Drew' Simms at one of DC's hottest clubs, Dream, now known as Love, who would ever thought she’ll have a man to fall head over heels for. In a five-year relationship, Talora remained loyal, while other ladies came and disappeared. The infidelity lies, and rumors become so strong... when Talora runs into an old friend, Aaron Reed online, things kind of ignite. As Talora and Aaron begin to catch up on each other lives, he develops the passionate flame, he had once before. As the seventh house of the constellation, Talora has strength to keep stability between her and men. Torn between Aaron, who won’t stop to win her trust and the emotions she still has for Drew, she is left with the inquiry, how much can the scales of her heart weigh?

AUTHOR/EDITOR: Alphonso Taylor

ILLUSTRATION COVER DESIGN: Natalia Hubbert and Alphonso Taylor

PUBLISHER: Phonso's Poems, Paragraphs & Phiction, LLC

RELEASE DATE: October 17, 2014... Talora's birthday!!! Libra Season

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Life after D.O.M.

2014-05-21T17:11:00.000-07:00

My love was in love
About you, I was crazy
Never called you, girlfriend
You were my lady
All we discussed was tying that knot
and for us to have babies
Slowly, but surely, it became shady
For you, I crossed roads, oceans, and the sky
As Sade, I wanted to give you moon and sky
Lesson learned, people will change
when you relocate to their territory
No family or friends there to back you and worry
Later, revealed, you didn’t welcome me to your town
Uplifting you, was your cue to bring me down
Should have trusted my gut to instincts
as I felt something wasn’t right
Everything I requested, I almost had to fight
Some paranoia, but not insecure to be uptight
Wish I would have left, that very night
I guess I’m at the age
I’m not so quick to give up on someone
But, if signs present themselves, RUN
Another lesson I learned
Can’t always post personal business on social network
Some will praise and to others, you’re a jerk
Although, that’s exactly where y’all first met

Asked you about something, I was WRONG
Running ideas by you, I was WRONG
Wanting favors from you, I was WRONG
Greeted you after a day of work, I’m WRONG
Sometimes, ignored for the hell of it, WRONG
Plan something nice to do with my woman, WRONG
If I was relaxing, just being myself, WRONG
First impressions of you were you’re sweet, sexy, and strong
I’m forever writing this familiar poetic song
It’s fine, when others needed you to do the same
Didn’t treat them like me of mistakes… Lame
I put it all on myself of the blame
Why am I extending something that’s over in shame
I forgot, y’all don’t do anything bad, no fault
Y’all act like, cursing someone out is a spectacular assault
You knew I was homesick
Didn’t care, until I was in company of other chicks
My downfalls, as it seemed it were only women I’m meeting
I know now, that’s one place to go to for their greeting
You were vulnerable to talk to other men behind my back
especially as I tried to get things fully on track
Described, over and over, how you’re beautiful
You didn’t believe me, which is pitiful
I’m pushing to live as a normal couple
Keep the relationship spicy to triple from double
It feels; it’s nothing left out here but sex and trouble
Hoaxes, games, manipulation, trickery
Bullshit, deceit, intimidation, fuckery
My loyalty will not be Slavery
I refuse to be company of misery
Yeah, I’m too nice, too
Because of it, I’m always caught in taboo

The wedding lasted longer than the marriage
Life goes on, I won’t be discouraged
I’m in agreement with this dissolution
The world turns and I won’t seek retribution
So many people came to warn me
I should have really listened, darn me
My buttons were being pushed to alarm me
I anticipate my rage for somebody to harm me
Whole time, I’m on guard in the sunshine state
Got out the situation, safe and sound by fate
I could have gotten hurt at any rate
I’m so disappointed, but I never practice hate
Can’t live it up with you, I move on
Back to having fun again and get my groove on
Extreme worse was coming, I had to let go
Doing things, I’m like Wanda, I’m ret to go
I’m not going to wait for you to get ready or change
if I’m supposed to be your husband, you acted strange
Short man caring for a woman’s kids, he’s fuck nigger
Would it have been different, if I were bigger
They couldn’t even tell you what harm I was doing
Now, anything is used against me for ruining
Still want children, whether all mine or I add them
They’ll be so beautiful… beautiful, you’ll wish you had them
Didn’t wanna hear how you and another man did it
I was anxious for my chance, if God didn’t forbid it
Sorry, I didn’t fit in your family, ready made
To make my own for yours, I wouldn’t trade
Mind as well call a spade, a spade
Black is color, this story will fade
Almost wanna say, same shit, different woman
I know my queen to be is coming
She’ll be much proud to wear my last name
Us and our seeds doing big stuff, Taylor Gang
Have to watch those who clean well at the beginning
Then, when I want to grow with them, they’re tripping
Watch those who wanna play victim
Turn my every action and word on me, verbatim
It’s like driving and I complain about other drivers
when it could be me on the road, as the conniver
So, it means in women, I make poor choices
I must choose wiser from inner voices
I wasn’t trying to compete with your past
No comparison and contrast
I wanted to see what we could do, think fast
I’ve accepted reality, I’ll finish last
I desired to be married with offspring by 30
The process for me always turns out dirty
Had to beg and argue for a chance to reconcile
Telling me to give a good version to save your profile
You were content with being uncooperative and difficult
It all led to this cruel result
I was fed up with the criticism, nitpicking, and nagging
You was like a referee for every penalty to be flagging
Started with you, first of the verbal abuse
For me, you had every song, dance, and excuse
Michael Jackson told me, should’ve seen, you’re a Heartbreaker
Knew I must Xscape, as now I’m a Blue Gangsta
You were once a friend of mine and I thought it was major
I cried, after final hearing for signed divorce papers
You said, you were glad I’m almost completely out your life
So am I, to be blessed with my real true wife

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Be My Valentine II: Cranberry Lips

2014-02-13T23:04:00.000-08:00

Sweet soul, your body a sugar lump of spice
Sex games and emotions on rolled dice
I have hors d'oeuvres reserved, champagne in ice
We’re feeling nice for each other to entice
I plant the first kiss to your lips, cranberry
I’m humbled to smash the chocolate covered cherry
Titties and nipples, I suck as Hershey drops
Hands all over you, removing bra top

Caress wetness through panties, satin lace
Gently, you sit your apple bottom on my face
I taste, lick all over it, a trace
I enjoy taking time at a steady pace
Smell like roses, the scent fills my nose
Happy, you belong to me in this way to expose

BOOM, BOOM, BOOM, BOOM… BE MY VALENTINE

Horny for you, it’s a heartthrob

Foreplay, you smear red lipstick gloss on my love knob

I want goodies, that’s the color pink

I’m deep inside your pleasant au naturel stink

I have a thing for a woman with pretty feet

Lower legs enough for polished toes and mouth to meet

I do a Cupid shuffle, between thighs, contracting muscles

We stain and soak the sheets, like blood puddles

Our passion bleeds in a romantic massacre

Aim to please from almost every naughty genre

You’re going to be my personal freak, candy thot

Whenever I feel it, I hit on the spot

Got me all bothered and so hot

This blue and violet ink pen is pointy for your dot

We can chillax, get some pillow talk

Next round, I climb that ass, like Jack and the Bean Stalk

Pleasure I give, will be spectacular

I'm the Problem

2014-02-10T04:30:00.001-08:00

I’m somebody for somebody to show off and show out
but, I won’t be the one with lips to pout
Against me, it’s always a personal vendetta
It’s Scarface, starring Al Taylor as Tony Montana
My whole life, others are quick to judge
See why I don’t forgive more than I hold grudge
Have to be fearless for my soul not to budge
from any verbal to physical threatening nudge
This is me in the flesh, I’m someone’s son
The war may be lost, battles I’ve won
Focus on me and do my thing like a don
I like to run own things, pass the baton
What is the meaning now to be nice
Kindness taken for weakness, comes at a price
Have to examine who are real friends of mine
Can’t ignore the signs, read between lines
I’ve seen the most of worse in extremities
Think I made a difference in lives for good… enemies
Keep telling them, you don’t bully me
Show how wrath of a short man can fully be
It’s said, drama is something I create or invite
I will no longer welcome it to excite
It can appear as a disguise in my life, like a mite
Eat the dust, as tried to make me bite
Some didn’t wanna act right, when I was in their presence
Now, they do and still shady in my absence
Mistreated in idea of negligence
I’m straightforward for whole independence
Glad to recognize reality as a loner
Reinventing the wheel, myself, a skin toner
Better off, exactly where I’m at
If I can call it home, lay down hat

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Pussy on a Scale

2014-01-17T16:21:00.000-08:00

I rate good nay-nay, close to or a ten

It has to be tight, like I’m breaking a hymen

Nice and tender, when I orally please the clit

Forms all over my dick, a perfect fit

When I hit, it makes me tremble, parting each lip

That kind of moisture to almost have me slip

in and out, working my long sensitive tip

She throws it back at me, as I dip

It knows how to handle every stroke, deep

I like to see myself inside from a peep

I was once given a 97%, for not showing any emotion

It wasn’t my house for me to get loud in the notion

She wondered to me, if her pussy is good

Cold with snow outside, it’s sexy fire to burn my wood

A big girl, so I stayed cozy in her heat

Her body is hot chocolate of a cookie treat

I enjoy a twat that can be freaky, nasty and flexible

To get it in all different positions is satiable

Talk to me to cum from Kegel exercise of her muscles

The type to have me want more and even cuddle

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Poem to My Unborn II: Baby Fever

2013-10-20T16:56:00.000-07:00

Son, daughter, sextuplets, quadruplets, or twins

To have you, I'm in the journey all over again

To do this, I thought I found the love of my life

Backfired, cut and stabbed me deep like a knife

I wanna see a part of me born away from strife

Without the catastrophe, everything going trife

In 2012, I took a fertility test, I'm potent

Didn't want to, had to make sure I can cement

False alarms, a woman once lied about a miscarriage
I broke down and cried, as she tried to discourage
Another told me, if I'm so anxious, find a hoe
This was supposed to be my partner in happiness and woe
The rest just tried to keep me near
Purpose for me in their lives were never clear
All of a sudden, all these women have baby fever
Can I just bless one to make myself a believer
Stipulation, now they want a man to marry
before creating his seeds of nine months to carry
Am I chosen first to go through bullshit that's starry
Will it ever be my time on the contrary
Wife them to get almost anything from
a molecule growing inside, the size of an atom
Some females already have kids, they want more
Are they for real with me or adding daddies to core
For a woman to miss her cycle, I'm going psycho
to hear words, "I'm pregnant", in creation of our embryo
Caught up in whether it'll be natural or in vitro
Going over the possibilities in my ego
I'll be jumping for joy, is it girl or a boy
Buy diapers, milk, food, clothes, and toys
I can imagine us playing on a Saturday afternoon
Eating a bowl of cereal and watch cartoons
Like to observe when you first pick up a spoon
The uno of walking steps to be taken soon

Ghostbusters II, I feel like the ghost in painting
Be one with child has me fainting
If this is really contagious, I'm sick
Dying to rub a belly of a punch or kick
I'll remove each and every distraction
to be there for each and every contraction
Spread the word, I'm expecting to the masses
I must attend those special infant classes
No, I won't tease your mother about her pounds
After delivery, I still want her for HER around
Meanwhile, it's said, at this stage, the sex is so wet
Used to be scared, I'll poke the baby with regret
I anticipate the day for her water to be broke
I scramble of what to do next, I'm gonna choke
A live birth, I have yet to witness
Rushing to the emergency room is my exercise fitness
The whole pregnancy process, I don't wanna pressure
Not even to push, when womb is 10 centimeters of measure
I'll be by her side, please squeeze my little hand
Tell me to listen to what the doctors and nurses command
I wanna learn why or why not, she needs an epidural
I know it's to reduce the pain, head at canal
Like to say, she did a great job, after labor
Thank you, sweetie, visit our kid in an incubator
Get permission, when to release and go home
The effect of two combined chromosomes
Epitome of feeding, as newborn slurps
Hold over my shoulder, until that big burp
Cherish these moments of daddy's dearest
Close to and in my heart, keep you the nearest
Circumcision, ear piercings to potty training
Fix bottles, appointments to have health sustaining
It's not how much sperm I save
It'll be how much I gave
Until then, in fall and winter we do heat
Autumn of reproduction system on repeat
In spring and summer, present an offspring
The following year, happy birthday, I sing

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Honest Hustler

2013-10-03T00:48:00.001-07:00

I've always been the honest hustler
Can’t be known as a buster
I took the path to do it legal
Gave back to people through each sequel
The system won’t let me work full time
So I flip every penny, nickel to dime
Use poetry as my petty crime
Every now and then I win a few slams
Some quick dough to get out of jams
I'm running and ducking all the scams
Sold copies of my lyrics as rocks
It is the share of hard knocks
Never boiled salt or peeled collard greens
Those gigs, not in my blood by any means
Most foes think they did it while lonesome
Can't admit for real whom you stole from
Y'all were nothing, but con artists
Let's see who’ll get the farthest
I may not touched a lot of you physical
But, I punk y'all in the mental
I stopped being near roaches and rats
Down the line, I faced these cats
Still claiming they my true dogs
You hop bandwagons as leaves to frogs
I know they want me to disappear
Now, I've become a man, you fear

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I must be Fed

2013-10-01T19:47:00.000-07:00

Say prayers before I go to bed

On the watch for flags that are red

Goddamn, don't take my cred

Food for thought to keep over shed

The brain as a frigidaire gets empty

Daily bread, there should be plenty

The knowledge is in good health

Nourishing the heart to gain wealth

The consequences might be hard to digest

Strong advice and lectures for breakfast

Grace has been said and ready to munch

All odds to favors on the menu as lunch

Still a sinner, but growing as a winner

Just handling business with no dinner

For dessert, it can't be any setbacks

Its collateral to have close snacks

Serving high bills for beverages

A diet so crazy to maintain leverage

Show respect from wishes

A sink full of dishes

I can always eat and be lonely

In this life, I must stay hungry

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Huggin' You from Behind II: Simmer

2013-09-25T21:40:00.000-07:00

Baby, if you can, put the food on a low light
Don't let it burn like my hunger for you
Skip the meal, as I crave dessert
Find a sweet opening for me to insert
Smooches taste better than salt and pepper
Pour love in a cup to measure
I know it's our candlelight dinner
It's just, you got that Mac-N-Cheese pussy
Sound of wetness, I dig in with my serving spoon
Spread your flesh to invite me to go harder
You such a pleaser, meat tenderizer
Bodies clash like pots and pans
Moans in the jingle of silverware
Bake a sweat, until orgasms are fried
The bed became one greasy plate
Filled your peaches up with cream
Each touch was like fresh vegetables to steam
Felt so good, your onion made me cry
This what happens, when you're in chef lingerie

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Huggin' You from Behind

2013-09-23T02:27:00.000-07:00

Hmm! I smell aroma of your great cooking
Seasonings together, marinate perfectly
I come and check up on you
Notice, as I enter the hot kitchen
You're looking so sexy by the stove
Embrace your full figure from back
Tempting to serve you, deep long inches
It's on, if I must set table
Dining room for a passion cove
Press my manhood into your phat ass
May have to cup a titty or two
Whisper sweet nothings in your ear
Sucking just a little on the cartilage
Kissing from shoulder blade, neck to cheek
Playfully, you tell me to stop it
We both share a laugh of what was next
Even if it didn't lead to sex
Let it be known, I appreciate and care for you

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30 Years of Life

2013-09-20T13:12:00.000-07:00

I'm so blessed to reach age of 30
I've seen just about everything clean and dirty
Guess it's best, experiencing life early
My existence is half rugged, half nerdy
Over my soul, I feel a new swarm of maturity
Enthusiastic to do it big with heightened security
Dreams are closer, no longer blurry
Take time, but to get mine, I'm in a hurry
For now, I only focus on myself
Wind up getting burnt for somebody else
I'm on fire, tall and hard, like strong wood
Realize, I pay the price, when heart is good
Cried enough, I'm fearless, if anyone hears this
I'm front driver of destiny, no one rear ends this
Love it, when young guys on the rise
I even look up to them being wise
Married to family men, assistant managers
Artists of their own labels, hustling scramblers
For me, it's a small celebration
Not satisfied, until the whole reputation
Short goals, finance, a car, and the house
Long goals, a writer, performer to share with spouse
Tired of talking, I must do it
Apply me better, there's nothing to it

I got balls, I'm forever balling
Youthful to a poignant status
I swear, before the fourth decade
I wanna say, I'm connected, I am made
For the death of me, pass on trivia
Instructed, there's no set duration

30, 30, a three and a zero
Have to keep going, I can be hero

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