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Solar Energy

Who will love this man?

A question I sometimes ask myself at night while alone listening to music and feeding to  my oral fixation with a cigar I purchased from an Asian restaurant.

Deep thoughts circle in my mind. Some so dark that I immediately pray they never escape my mind. Others so enlightening that I fear ill be crucified if I ever form words to express them.

You see, I’m afraid of myself. My essence and my power make me feel like I’m the Sun; beautiful to look at but too dangerous to get close to.

My clairvoyant persona something I sometimes wish I could hide but like the sun surrounded by clouds its only a matter of time before the light on the other side peaks through again.

As I begin to regain focus my vision clears and I recognized my path, filled lighted and  truth.

Yet some nights I still find myself asking:

“Who will love this man?”

Who will be brave enough to love the man who holds the power to either heal or destroy the world?

HE, he will love Self; for his survival in this dimension rest upon this defining decision.

 

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The “Hit em up” theory

What if Jesus didn’t rise on the third day and forgive those who had portrayed him? 

What if came back in all black with guns ready to spray em?

What if he rose from the dead in his hospital bed?

And decided that whoever set him up was dead

Plus everyone at the last supper had to died too 

he aint know who to trust when he rose from that tomb  

So he called his henchmen, Gabriel was in the front

horsemen treading, equipped with the pumps 

No Arc this time because everybody had to go

Since when he offered to save them they told him no

What if he smiled in delight as they were slowly devoured by thier own demons?

All because they chose to take his kindness for weakness

And when his father called to invoke a change of spirit 

He turned off his phone because he wasn’t tryna hear it 

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Euphoric 

As I stood in the doorway, eyes piercing through the dark of the night, obsessing over satins unique ability to caress every curve and angle of her frame. 
I received an impulse to approach my prey. So smitten I don’t recall how I traveled the distance. Maybe I glided, maybe my wings flew me towards my dream.

Losing control of my bodily functions-it was if my heart took control and didn’t require permission from my brain anymore-while she lay still on her back like a goddess waiting to be taken by her fierce gladiator. 

My fingers began to caress the triangular parts of her body and steadily moved to the creasing parts of her spine, sliding towards the cushions of her backbone. 

Between her thighs I feel the steam from her ocean shooting out like a rapid fire; enough to invoke a mist. 

My palms soon seek refuge in her well groomed garden. My brain begins to function slightly but only enough for me to imagine the pleasures my extension may feel might I dare expose it to her narrow river.
This would not be the first time I’d taken a dip in these warm waters -where I’d been many times smalls distances between life and death-and it wouldn’t be the last.

while on this expedition toward passion I always retrieve myself moments before my demise. Within each step I take towards an inevitable death I feel I become more alive. 

I have no control of myself yet full control of her, this is my final fantasy, this euphoria.

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Reciprocity 

I often read sayings/statements which discuss how ” there is always someone in the world willing to kiss/worship the ground we walk on” and I believe this is true; but I also believe that the people we meet in this life are a reflection of where we are in our human development. If this is true then it would mean that in order to receive such treatment one must be willing/able to reciprocate. 

On the other hand, I also believe that someone who genuinely loved you would never allow you stoop so low as to worship them but would instead be too concerned with raising you up to your rightful state of being, your higherself, your highness. 

This of course just my humbled opinion so don’t be afraid to tell me what you think.

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Old flames

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I’ve always had a thing for you and you’ve always had a thing for me. We were still trying to understanding our bodies then so it’s was hard for us to understand why we felt the way we did about each other. But even when we did we were still hesitant to explore…. or maybe we were just afraid. Afraid of the fire that we’d light. What if we went too far? Would that fire warm us or burn us alive?
During the time I was too young, too ambitious, and too selfish to take such a risk.
But time as caused me to grow bolder. So when I finally saw you again after all these years I didn’t hesitate to get your number and make it my business to get you to my bedroom.
No playing it cool this time, I want to show you what the years have shown me. I want to know your body as well as I know your mind and soul. I’m not uncertain or bashful about my Desires. I want to taste every part of you until your skin wrinkles. I’m not rushing because I’ve learned patience while waiting for the next time we’d meet again. I knew this would happen, I knew we would happen. Just promise you’ll be mine forever. Even if forever ends after our climax.

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Love and other drugs part 2

 

15622197_10210715610473822_5990511802081373702_nIt’s past our meeting date. I’m irritated, horney and angry all in one so I send the text:

“I’ve been calling you for days and you’re not answering this isn’t like you. You would’ve called me by now. What’s going on? Should I do a pop up? I knew you were going to eventually choose him over me! You think you about to be happy while I’m sitting here miserable? You got me fuck up! I’m just going to keep calling you until you change your number. Matter fact I’m about to tell him everything you dumb ass bitch I Hate you!!!!”

Before I could send the text the bell rang and I went to the door. It’s the cop who always used to come when we had our domestic disputes. I haven’t seen him in a while so I’m automatically defensive. I look him up and down and say ” what the fuck you want? We ain’t even together no more y’all always fucking with me.”
He shakes his head and says ” it’s not even like that this time we need your help.No ones seen Diana in a week and her mom said that if anyone knew where she would be it’s you knowing how inseparable you guys are.”

I respond ” look she got a boyfriend go ask that nigga we been over for a year.”
He shakes his head and walks away but before he gets in the car he gets a phone call that causes him to turn back around. This time he ain’t playing with me. He grips me up and throws me in the back of his car. I know I’m not arrested because I don’t have any handcuffs around my wrists. We pull up to this building and walk down the basement into a cold room. As I observe the room my heart feels like it’s pounding through my hoodie. The lady pulls back the sheet and ask ” can you identify this body?”
My hands grip my face so hard it seems like I’m trying to rip it off. I can’t control my cry, I’m hollering, screaming and trying to catch my breath at the same time ;No one around me knows what to do to calm me.
The body on the table, It’s her, its my love, its Diana.

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