Now or Never

Loving the

fire in my

soul

and grace

in my

heart

of an

organic growth

without

pesticides

dieseling

droplets

to destroy

the beauty

bits and

ugly parts

blossoming

up

to

new ways

to love

me

gently.

Sunnyside

to a funnyside

of the

mental,

massaging

the

patience

to adore

all which

ain’t had

before,

MYSELF

out of the

dirt.

A Balled up

bud

buried to

the generic

genetics as

a seed

bursting

to prosper

and flourish

naturally

as Me.

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That is That!

portrait by JoeEngland

Get back…,

OR

it’s payback,

to

attack

a hot tension

stacked

intuition

build-up,

unraveling,

holding together,

in a day

of light

to

brewing grey

smoke

percolating

at the

seams,

poofing

future dreams

into

Asphalt…,

oh, its mean

to say

BOO and get spooked…,

Step Back,

OR

lay flattered

on the mixture gravel

regurgitating

chunks of

lies

accumulated

from the inside

of You…,

Walk

Backwards

Away,

into the

cave

sculpting

the beginning

to the endings

of Your

short sentences,

as the

END.

I Love Me Some Me

You don’t know me, but you hate me?

You never seen me for who I am,

but you judge me?

You never seen a stylish, classy, sophisticated, brown- skinned lady?

You never seen such a radiant beauty with curly nappy hair and a contiguous smile?

You never seen my strength or weakness…,

You never seen my struggles or experience my pain,

but

You judge me?

You never seen my potential to persevere through adversity,

You never seen such a compassionate, sweet and genuine soul,

You never seen my credentials or my work ethic

yet,

you hate and judge on me?

You never seen me for who I am

because you are not me.

I am me

and will always be.

UnApologetic for those who do not recognize…,

but

your Hate and Judgements

dont phase Me

because

I Love Me for Me.

Exclusive

There’s no one

better than you…,

You mines

and I am yours…,

searching ceased

when you

got on your knees

galaxies in my eyes

you asked to

married me.

Happily,

I said, Yes

to your love…,

Happily,

You said, Yes

to my love…,

Universe

reversed the

lonely curse

to explored

love

in united hands

traveling thru

our future

as my loving man

and I

your loving woman.

Love Fortune

Rolling the dice…,

kissing’em twice…,

You

plus I

equals

lucky me

to know

a love like

ours

grew

from zero to 100 percent.

Your

perfectly

heaven sent

to find me

from any distance

boxed in by

love lines

differently

no fool…

patiently,

you saw the

truth

to my

sweet tooth

cavity,

numb by

pain

you took control

to nourished

without

drilling,

you

fulfilled

the emptiness

with your

presence

to hit the

Jackpot!

Our

future spins

in treasures

to spend

together

building

a solid Us…

Addicted to Your Love

Ooooh baby,

I am

Addicted!

Addicted to your

touch…

taste… and tongue…oooh baby,

tonight,

I want some…

Gimme, Gimme, Gimme,

All of your loving…

Baby,

kissing and hugging…

Ooooh baby,

I am

Addicted!

Addicted!

Addicted to your

Straightforwardness..,

and the way

you can handle this…

Ooooh baby,

I am

Addicted!

Baby,

we dont have to

play

no games

take off your clothes

our pleasure

we’ll proclaim…

Ooooh baby,

I am

Addicted to your loving,

ooh baby

I want all of you

for exploring…oooh baby,

taser

shaking

love making…Gimme, Gimme…,

hands grabbing

for more…Gimme, Gimme,

Baby,

I am addicted to you…ooh, baby, baby.

Let me satisfy

our cravings with

our wildest imagination

tonight,

ooh, baby, it will be alright…

put it on me…all-night…

Ooooh baby,

I am

Addicted!

Addicted!

I am addicted to your love,

your love,

your

Love…your love…

ooooh, baby,

you got me…addicted!

Crushin’ to Synchronized

Listen with your soul

slient

mover,

intellect

abstract-twisted

to listen to

inner heartbeats…,

No headphones

needed

but

the sound.

Echos,

whispers,

laughter,

quietness,

moments granted

as a blessing,

Thank you

A warrior

striving

yet,

hurt dead by love

quoted, “girls come and go”

rhythm to slow,

patience

thumps

a snap-vibe

by a Sunny beauty glow.

Yield

to the beat

and NO…,

maybe piano chords,

possibly guitar,

oh-oh’s to nothing

flow…,

timing too fast…, No re-records!

Pass history hunts

daily sounds, wounded by

hot-blasted bullets zooming

passed ears for years…,

migraines in flames,

numbing nerves

in novecaine…,

hours slips away

into days

of silence,

adding more to

clogged ears

listening to not listening

to a beautiful

harmonic tempo,

trying to sync

to his playing beats

in repeat.