July 2007


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Meet me half way

Where paradise exist

But I can’t see you over the horizon

So, I do insist ……

 

Meet me half way

Where life together originates

Where destiny meets it’s fate

Waiting for a response to what I’ve initiate

So, don’t hesitate….

 

Meet me half way

I know it’s a big request

But it’s no bigger than what I’ll invest

So you can sit for a second to assess

But ,don’t digress….

 

Meet me halfway

Don’t make me carry all the weight

G-d didn’t make me to have such a fate

Get up & come close before it’s too late

Just meet me halfway…..

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Laid to rest, deck out in my Sunday’s best

I better not spot you in the pews, making a big to do

You hurt me while I was here, don’t you f*&king shed a tear

Be proud no regret what you’ve done and what I’ve become

I’ll be waiting for you in Hell,

                     cause I cussed your presence as my final farewell

                                           Hoping that a million, no billion maggots

                                                        Eat your eyes that cry, you f&*king faggot

Making it’s way to your brain until you collapse and died

               Then consume the flesh that covered the evil that tried to hide

Itself as a person to love

Copyright © 2000

(orginally posted 12/14/07 )

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Alone is where I am, Alone is where I will be

Doesn’t seem like a choice, it’s more a decree

Just can’t settle for less, my love is bourgeoisie

Even greater than that as a matter of fact

But feeling this way leave such a profound impact

Alone, lonely even at times, feeling my worth is sublime

Daddy raised me to feel this way and it’s what good daddy’s do  

But why didn’t he tell me that my counterpart would not have a clue

That there’s a crystalline jewel where my thighs combine

 A intellect that is not of typical principles, a grace and beauty so divine

 So to settle is not a task I can do, as superior as I believe my spirit is

That’s one area I can’t transcend

Wrapping my mind around being treated less than a delicate rose

The notion that I’m worth less than a fine gem stone

Makes this quest for love seems perpetual and drone

I even tried hard to take the lost, but at what cost? My self image?

Why would he want me not have the aurora I envisioned?

Would you want to be with someone who thinks less?

Will it make your own self-image become distressed?

My hips are not the roundest, my lips not the fullest

Might not be super model fine, but I must persist

That I am worth every moment of your time, every touch of your kiss

Every single open door, to even checking for cracks in the floors

And yes I think I’m the cat’s meow why wouldn’t that make you proud?

Because I will not be with someone I feel deserve less than all the love I posses

My measure is no different from yours; we both deserve utter happiness

But don’t give me nothing you wouldn’t accept, Because alone is where I am

Alone is where I’ll be,  I wont settle for less

Not even for wretched loneliness….

Copyright © 2006 P.P. Vol. 1

 

(orginally posted 1/16/07)

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Last night, I had a party

A party for one, to wallow in sorrow, felt like I was coming U n do n e

I had a party, no grooming required, hair a mess and prom dress from ‘91

No longer can I fasten the back and so what if you see my bra straps

It’s my party and I’ll cry if I want to, throwing tantrums and showing no tact

Carnation on my wrist, chiffon ruffles with dyed pay less shoes to match the lilac

I decorated my place just how I felt, everything in pitch black

Black Balloons and Black streamers with huge banner, “What a fool am I!!?

Sit here and live at this party, not out there in a world in which I can’t rely

I only need one martini glass, the olives as my appetizers, the ice my dessert

Main course the dirtier the better, before I eat praying “G-d, help me too so I

could forgive our debtors”

However not today, I’m scared, bitter, miserable, sad, hopeless, and mad

No DJ, so I just let Billie play, looping the blues, drinking my booze

At times, singing loudly on how he loved me and left me feeling soo lousy

Mascara running, lipstick smeared, what a sight to see

But you won’t see me, this party is catered, hosted, the person of honor is me

Let me cry, scream, sing, curse out loud, because tomorrow I’ve vowed to walk proud

Last night, I had a party

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I keep my eyes close tightly, trying hard not to lose the image of you

Last night, you left me insatiable, this erotic blue movie in my head

Please baby don’t take that wrong, you always take me to my peak

 Just can’t get enough of you, your loving, but know you keep me well feed

As I slip a finger to part the lips of my wetness, the bright pink place

I try hard not to forget how good you look, the expression you had on your face

When you first enter me, every time with your first slide, can’t help but let out a sigh of relief

But I want to rewind the events in my mind, how you snatch it like a thief

I was sound asleep, waking up to your tongue gently massaging my clit

Not letting up until I came, mouth soak with my juices, until I finally submit

Put up a good fight but no match for your grasp and I’d have it no other way

Wanted to return the favor, experience this warmth, but you said today was my day

Now my own fingers are slippery, so I add a second one to my hungry yummm

Silky texture fingers gliding needing more fiction, cause your feel is so hmmm

Thought to call you home from work for more but I remember my secret weapon

It’s no match to your kiss, your touch, your smell but it’ll do when you’re gone

As it slides in one smooth motion, I can’t help but arch my back and gasp

The muscles that surrounds it contracts, can’t help but hold it with a tight grasp

I remember your nose twitched and whispers of how much you like how that feels

Just the thought of pleasing you makes me clinch once more and it feels unreal

As I feel myself get close to that point where you love looking into my eyes

You enter the room to my surprise, at first I’m a little embarrassed that I’m found

Toy on full blast, mouth half-open, leg spread and fingers on my mound

You beg me not to stop, baby finish let me see you make it purr for me

I hesitate at first feeling funny but you look so turn on, so I agree

As I return to thoughts of you last night, lost in passion of the moment, never noticed

You approach so close for a better view, couldn’t help but call out for you

Feeling plastic slip out to be filled with real, warm, strong, black, the Wooo

I whisper in your ear, damn baby, this feeling was so long over due

We began to move and sway to a rhyme, in harmony, our own special groove

I came twice by just thinking about you, so how intense will the real thing be

I can feel you grow stronger, a wave of pleasure starts to take over me

Oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo, I feel so free

Trying to catch my breath, I feel that you too have reached your peak with me

How nice to be so in sync? You kiss my lips. You hold me so tight.

Not wanting to break free but we do, now we have something to look forward to tonight.

Copyright © 2006

(orginally posted 12/12/06)

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At a young age, I was drawn to her voice

Didn’t seem like I had a choice

A kindred spirit, descendants of grief

All those songs, she sang just for our relief

Voice not quite on pitch, timing not always on beat

But with every word I experience a safe retreat

She helps me cry when I can’t quite feel

She doesn’t judge the way I choose to deal

As a youth, didn’t know the story of Lady Day

Only knew, to gloom ,she fell prey

With age, I discover that her life was full of discord

No wonder our spirits are on one accord

She told me when I love, do it “All the Way”

No longer estrange when I feel lonely on “A Foggy Day”

“Strange Fruit”, a vivid example of what our ancestors’ endured

And we feel the same about love, “Everything I Have is Yours”

Wow, “Good Morning Heartache” and “Stormy Blues”

To know someone else has abuse as their muse

And who wouldn’t want to see “April in Paris”

“Comes Love” might as well live life and be careless

Billie blows me away, from her individuality to her eyes a gazed

Can’t help but want to heed more from this Lady Demure

Hear the voice start to slur from pessimism’s connoisseur

© 2007

 

(orginally posted 3/6/07)

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At times I look in the mirror and get turn on

I know it’s sound pure narcissistic

But it’s something about a woman’s physical form

I love the roundness of her titties

Something about a warm wet kitty

For some time now I knew I was drawn to it

Yearning to give her a good lick

Yet, I still love the thrust of a mighty sword

I’m dead wrong is what I hear

Can’t help it, I like my counterparts hard

But the softness from my peers

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(orginally posted 3/5/06)