a writers life

Cursed with the blessing
   

      of this unique vision....
   

      able to see through others
   

      eyes as if our perception
   

      switched positions
   

      I can feel the same
   

      pain even punished
   

      by poor decisions, your
   

      bliss seeps through my
   

      pen inducing smiles to
   

      what's written
   

      Most feel they can
   

      relate to the message
   

      us writers are giving
   

      unaware of our gift to
   

      mimic any walk with
   

      great precision
   

      What your reading
   

      is your life god giving
   

      sight to reveal what's
   

      hidden....  So with a pen
   

      and a pad your story is
   

      told in a poetic rhythm
   

      A curse within a
   

      blessing as I stated
   

      once before our skin
   

      lacks deflection that
   

      first layer of armor is
   

      slightly poor
   

      Due to that heighten
   

      sense we were given
   

      to absorb... A natural
   

      desire to take on issues
   

      that fate clearly declared
   

      was yours
   

      Benefiting from mental
   

      strength so that soften
   

      skin is sufficient...a
   

      complicated attribute
   

      one which makes our
   

      emotions vivid
   

      Some may confuse
   

      this with sensitivity
   

      the thought in that may
   

      be true but it's a flaw that
   

      Provides our gift with all
   

      it's possibility which makes
   

      us a different breed then you
   

      I'm obsessed with my
   

      life and this gift that I was
   

      given.... So much that I look
   

      to write even when time is
   

      Missing
   

      We give thanks through
   

      every scribe appreciation
   

      screams as we ink.. it's how
   

      I praise my god for giving me
   

      this style of expressing how
   

      I think
   

      A Writer's Life
   

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loves length

The length of your
   

      Love.....
   

      should define the reach
   

      of  his hand when one
   

      requests a blessing
   

      from above
   

      If not I'll have to
   

      question your love....
   

      I know mines could
   

      exceed the deep of a
   

      militant sub or influence
   

      me to encourage the release
   

      of the fluids beneath like
   

      someone summoned your
   

      blood
   

      But this isn't about me
   

      I believe the question
   

      was....... How deep is
   

      your love?
   

      Does it blind her
   

      desire for material
   

      things? Due to your
   

      worth a commitment
   

      to you feeds her future
   

      with expensive dreams
   

      Does it shield his
   

      eyes from an unwanted
   

      prize? You being his
   

      trophy that game is
   

      won a victory lust can't
   

      attempt to divide
   

      I know during
   

      the time love
   

      saturated  my
   

      mind.. lust would
   

      stroll by and my
   

      vision would appear
   

      declined, a command
   

      influenced by her enhanced
   

      level of fine so when ever
   

      trouble flirted I suddenly
   

      became blind
   

      But this isn't about
   

      me I believe the question
   

      was......... How deep is
   

      your love?
   

      Can the thought
   

      of your departure
   

      cause her eyes to
   

      shed? Can the
   

      admiration in your
   

      eyes put them feelings
   

      to bed
   

      Can the real in
   

      your love make sure
   

      the fuel isn't fed to the
   

      thought that will convince
   

      two that their relations are
   

      dead
   

      distance lacks the
   

      ability to keep love
   

      hidden... It's bright
   

      untamed like by the
   

      suns light its driven
   

      It's burn so deep
   

      to touch one may
   

      need mittens if thier
   

      heart beat doesn't
   

      possess that mutual
   

      rhythm
   

      The length in love
   

      is way beyond description...
   

      I've tried my best but the truth
   

      behind it's range is still missing
   

      Loves length
   

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i have doubts

Sometime before today
   

      I guided love away from
   

      me.... A fool towards what
   

      was true intoxicated by
   

      immaturity
   

      how come nobody
   

      mentioned to me
   

      that them shackles
   

      weren't cheap... I'm
   

      paying for what I've
   

      lost when it was giving
   

      to me for free
   

      I'm hurting for what
   

      I've done most can't
   

      afford that golden key...
   

      It's treasure deep in
   

      in my chest directing
   

      blood to places it needs
   

      to be.....
   

      I kept from thought
   

      the quality of those
   

      who roamed free, now
   

      I'm infected with this
   

      cancer you may know
   

      her as lonely
   

      she's mean...
   

      Feeding off your
   

      desire to feel needed,
   

      so every single encounter
   

      she portrays love as the
   

      source of why you were
   

      greeted
   

      vulnerable your mind
   

      Is throughout this diseased
   

      time.... Disrupting your gift
   

      of vision lonely convices you
   

      your blind
   

      Forced to only see
   

      what she wants to be
   

      seen.... One night stands
   

      scripted as fulfilled love
   

      dreams you see your read
   

      is disrupted  hit by the
   

      stare of the suns beam so
   

      you fall for anything them
   

      obvious cracks are hardly
   

      seen
   

      Attempting daily to get
   

      back the entire route your
   

      suffering because reality
   

      is taunting " you forced real
   

       to leave the scene"!!
   

      I have doubts....
   

      due to this horrid
   

      society.... Women
   

      using their gift given
   

      to create for conning
   

      men into enhancing
   

      their lives financially  
   

      Men abusing the beauty
   

      of "her" exaggerated
   

      emotion stream to feed
   

      their overwheleming
   

      greed sexually
   

      It's a never ending cycle
   

      that makes this love shit
   

      hard for me.... I'm not into
   

      the casual games they were
   

      forced onto me
   

      I gambled and rolled
   

      the dice now love runs
   

      when I speak... Not chasing
   

      my prior one I just need love
   

      to forgive me and respect my
   

      speech, but I doubt shell stop
   

      to listen she quickly evades me
   

      when I reach
   

      I have doubts
   

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pressed rewind

Hoping things turn out
   

      how I need them too..
   

      wishing I still had what
   

      we had yesterday was
   

      so beautiful....
   

      I kinda wish...
   

      I could rewind time,
   

      back to when you desired
   

      so much of my time... Back
   

      to when "we" took up so much
   

      of my mind that if someone
   

      said your name the corners of
   

      my mouth would climb
   

      I remember when your
   

      presence would start
   

      the race, my bliss would
   

      playfully skip afterward my
   

      heart beat would eagerly chase
   

      positioned neck and neck
   

      they flirting with first place
   

      excitement plagued the scene
   

      whenever you showed your face
   

      I remember when sex
   

      was more then sex...
   

      when the reason behind
   

      it all meant more then
   

      relieving stress... When
   

      love tamed my erection
   

      it streamed from where
   

      you were blessed decorating
   

      the bed with an admirable
   

      mess
   

      Reminiscing of that
   

      time provides a hurting
   

      to this mind... how could
   

      one move forward when
   

      he desires what was left
   

      behind
   

      It's like wanting to be
   

      at the top lacking the
   

      motivation to climb...
   

      or asking a man for
   

      directions knowing his
   

      eyes lost their ability
   

      to find
   

      everything I try to build
   

      it's foundation is of you...
   

      no matter if my stay is
   

      temporary or if I was in
   

      the mood for something
   

      true
   

      reasons we didn't
   

      make I can't begin
   

      to state the truth
   

      I just hate that what
   

      if feeling your like a
   

      stain I can't remove
   

      Your like the marking
   

      of a bruise you strive
   

      to free it from your skin
   

      but it means so much
   

      to you, it reminds you
   

      of the truth something
   

      like physical proof I pressed
   

      rewind once again and now
   

      I'm missing you
   

      I pressed rewind
   

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she left a message

{ 4 am } my phone rings......
   

      .....   .......  ......  ........
   

      { me } ( answering machine )
   

      yea.... You reached v but at
   

      the wrong time speak ya mind
   

      after the beep. ( beep )...
   

      { her } ( sighs)..... Since you
   

      left I've been band from
   

      shielding my eyes... It's
   

      like every time I try lust
   

      descends to my thighs
   

      so my lids now
   

      touch the sky keeping
   

      you from saying hi...
   

      maintaining this vision
   

      wide is how I keep this
   

      bed dry
   

      It's how I keep these
   

      legs dry, it's how I help
   

      my ocean hide... V boo
   

      I'm tired how do I keep
   

      this satisfaction inside
   

      { 2 pm } My phone rings.....
   

      .....  .......  .......
   

      { me } ( answering machine )
   

      yea.... You reached v but at
   

      the wrong time speak your mind
   

      after the beep. ( beep )...
   

      { her } ( sighs ).... I leave
   

      work in an hour still sleep
   

      a priority... Still can't shake
   

      it's presence I feel your mass
   

      inside of me... Maybe it's my
   

      desire painting this physical
   

      picture for me, I can't call it
   

      v im wearing  my third pair of
   

      panties
   

      { 8 pm } my phone rings.....
   

      .....  ......  .....
   

        { me } ( answering machine )
     

        yea.... You reached v but at
     

        the wrong time speak your mind
     

        after the beep. ( beep )...
     

      { her } " V "!!!  She calls
   

      out afterwards sucking air
   

      through her teeth... Her
   

      fingers tip toeing down
   

      to where I inspired her passion
   

      to flee.....
   

      "V" gasping as she sets
   

      herself free
   

      "V"!!!  "this is for you"!.... She
   

      removes the gloss from her
   

      fingers orally...
   

      "V"!!! "I'm calling you,but
   

      you refuse to answer me"
   

      "V"!!! "I'm cumming soon!
   

      keep that space open please"!
   

      "V"!!! Her stomach flexing as
   

      she struggle to breathe....
   

      "V"!!! "Answer THIS PHONE
   

      BOO BEFORE MY PASSION
   

      STAMPEDES"!!
   

      "V"!!! her legs tremble
   

      influenced by her climax
   

      fight to proceed...
   

      "V"!!! Her hand painted
   

      by what was caged behind
   

      her levees
   

      (Sleep)...... Finally while the
   

      time on this message exceeds.....
   

      { me } Hello?..................
   

      She left a message
   

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she means to me

 I find it amazing that you can
   

      Create an entire civilization with
   

      just one female.... A lot of you women
   

      really don't understand your true worth
   

      She means to me...
   

      What the lung means
   

      to breathe... what the
   

      arm means to sleeves
   

      If one was convinced
   

      there soon to freeze
   

      She means to you...
   

      What the breeze mean
   

      to leaves....what the fall
   

      means to trees if it
   

      was that time when
   

      the branches clothing
   

      is freed
   

      She means to we...
   

      What a life means
   

      to conceive.. what
   

      a blessing means to
   

      receive if ones thought
   

      aimed toward the sky
   

      with intent on a gift to
   

      retrieve
   

      How could a man....
   

      Raise his hand
   

      to something so
   

      precious... In attempt
   

      to sending a message
   

      which was inspired by
   

      senseless aggression
   

      How could we stand.....
   

      absent her gift of
   

      reproduction....yes
   

      "I" provide the seed
   

      but absent "her " soil
   

      life would mean nothing
   

      How would one see..
   

      If their eyes wasn't
   

      equipped with vision...
   

      "He" without "her" is
   

      equivalent to a mind
   

      which lacks decision
   

      How could one speak....
   

      If there was no
   

      knowledge of speech...
   

      the existence of man
   

      lives in her hand her
   

      creations beyond unique
   

      sometimes her value
   

      is misplaced stolen
   

      somewhere along her
   

      journey... Love disguises
   

      the thief it's usually someone
   

      she thought was worthy
   

      never allow your care for
   

      another to shield you from
   

      your purpose.... God doesn't
   

      make mistakes your the route
   

      to life it's "she" who the world
   

      should worship
   

      She means to me
   

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