Who’s Your Devil?
Who’s your God?
Who's your devil?
Putting you and keeping you in a personal hell?
Whatever god you trust, you better believe it’s yourself.
Mischievous Soul
Mister soul.
People think my moves are for enjoyment.
They are a strain to keep blood from dancing on the ceiling. Painting walls with a haunting canvas. Releasing a life of seeking selfish attention. Making hearts beat or skip to be remembered.
I Missed her soul. My shot left love vacant. It was misdirected. Dicks don't choose where they’re aimed. Or when emptied. I caused a mess not condoned or helped with. Leaking loves death wish. Bringing life to memories she will never forget.
Food For Thought
Memories feed the soul so make sure your legacy is full of goodness. It will make your lady say oh my every time your nearby.
Natures Gravy
I’m thankful for…
Being able to spread buttery buns.
My mack is cheesy but makes it creamy.
Caressing your nogs until my eggs leak.
Your stuffing and pie leaving sweet and savory lingering’s in my beard so remember the recipe.
What I’m Pondering
A secure person cannot have a lasting relationship with someone who isn’t.
A sturdy man will always stumble if he only has shaky ground to walk on.
Grown Man Talk
If you’re grown and you’re still wishing for things, it means you aint making the moves to get it.
Sexy Glutton
Poison ain’t just physical. Give the wrong energy and you won’t like how you end up/ out of your mouth, mind and guts.
Everybody's an addict and a whore for something. And I enjoy serving. I’m a hustler just like my city. I know what their selling me. They tried to sell you me. And sell you against me.
But it’s all gravy, like the holidays, full on trauma, what everybody wants to taste. Dark meat on their plate. They claim it aint for everyone’s pallet. The juiciest smothering you can’t get from under.
Now that we have that out of the way. Nothing says hello like alcohol and F.U.C.K.I.N.G. One of the only times we like speedy service, both if you're falling out of consumption and need a jolt of confidence.
Great Customer Service
Service with wide open smiles.
Laughs and moans with every morsel.
Every inch you endure and enjoy. The service that keeps you coming back for more.
Divine Creature
They say blacks like to smell their wealth. That’s why we spit game, like gold, beautiful women and black books under our nose.
By-Stander
Deep thoughts-muddy intentions.
Muddy thoughts-deep intentions.
Either way-gotta get through the disgust I put myself in.
I haven’t moved cause both escapes are the same distance.
I need to go cause the end I need is impossible to reach doing nothing.
Ahhh, got you open!
You break, so I take one too, cracking legs, smelling the rush of a heart about to be broken. I plug loves openings.
(Excerpt from my upcoming book “The Wonders”
Take A Minute & Breathe.
What’s in your lungs huh.
You say the air we breathe can’t be the same. There was a time I believed you cause of how you behave. But I let you tell me what you know. We’re going the same way and your energy tells how far we have to go.
Am I the only one who finds it crazy we can share a home and fight to keep from getting close?
Pardon me for staring and my ignorance. It helps me find a way through it.
I wish you could see what you’re showing. Lungs pumping the same blood. Body moving like it’s seeking intimacy. Thoughts roaming to find more than a few seconds of love.