a letter to popoff

Dear : popoff
   

      Most their reminiscent
   

      thoughts only live through
   

      your death.... It takes a
   

      day like today for some to
   

      remember you really left
   

      Your life I keep in thought
   

      through prayer I keep
   

      relations fresh... Everybody
   

      think your gone since your
   

      life was announced a brutal
   

      theft
   

      I don't pay it  any mind
   

      we all know you never
   

      left take a look at the
   

      hood they all moving
   

      in ya step.... They all move
   

      a lot different but still
   

      attempt to mimic ya flex
   

      still in all a hundred copy
   

      cats couldn't repeat your
   

      presence in it's flesh
   

      Respect.....
   

      Is how I see it we all
   

      salute you like a vet..
   

      some gives thanks
   

      by acting out hoping the
   

      4th keeps its rep so
   

      even though your not
   

      around most still are
   

      encouraged by your  "threat"
   

      like your real was instilled
   

      deep inside the 4th's chest
   

      They didn't know we
   

      Keep in touch sharing
   

      thoughts before I sleep..
   

      mostly me expressing
   

      my daily pain of your
   

      departure and its disbelief
   

      Sometimes my tears
   

      may appear Fucking
   

      up the whole scene..
   

      rude as usual they always
   

      want to be seen
   

      I remember telling
   

      you " I think writing is
   

      my thing"... And you
   

      always Fucking laughed
   

      but never would dim the
   

      light toward that dream
   

      I know your guidance
   

      is in play that grass
   

      never looked this green..
   

      my pen is brighter then
   

      ever I know your responsible
   

      for that beam
   

      I was alway to
   

      shy caring for what
   

      others might think...
   

      now your gone my
   

      pens alive I know your
   

      the lungs to how well
   

      it suddenly breathes
   

      It's sad you had
   

      to disappear for
   

      my spill to be this
   

      clean but our god
   

      don't make mistakes
   

      even if that's how pain
   

      makes it seem
   

      Your hard work
   

      is defined by my
   

      progression as a
   

      writer... That's why
   

      I'll never stop its why
   

      me and my pad pull
   

      these all nighters
   

      a friend to the end
   

      even after I feel your
   

      true... Always willing
   

      to help a brother even
   

      through death I feel that
   

      truth
   

      Rip popoff  1/22/87 - 9/25/07
   

      A letter to popoff
   

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we may be superheroes

The power within...
   

      Mentally was granted
   

      by him... That power
   

      you humans witness
   

      through the strengths
   

      of a pen
   

      A man made object
   

      created so our bright
   

      isn't dimmed.. how would
   

      the beauty of a rose stand
   

      tall if it was lacking its stim
   

      I am able to convince
   

      you I live a life absent
   

      sin... Or inject your losing
   

      spirit with the joy of a win
   

      small alters set in
   

      place by he who
   

      made men... If you
   

      rewind the steps return
   

      the ink to that pen, return
   

      the thoughts to the hero
   

      who held them within,
   

      acknowledge that gift
   

      was given to us by the
   

      one who made men, then
   

      Your understanding of us
   

      writers and our power
   

      may bend
   

      Capable of prepping
   

      her fluids for release
   

      encouraged by her
   

      desire to read...erotic
   

      scriptures with potential
   

      to mentally satisfy a
   

      physical greed
   

     
   

      Able to free those
   

      who seem trapped
   

      in places they rather
   

      not be... Mentally chained
   

      for years sentenced with
   

      no date of release but
   

      embraced my inspiration
   

      and suddenly developed
   

      that key
   

      You see... What we
   

      deploy the average
   

      eye cannot see...
   

      invisible help... We're
   

      Summoned when one
   

      relates to something
   

      they read
   

      I don't and will
   

      never grow offended
   

      by one who doesn't
   

      believe because it's a
   

      clear indication they
   

      ears lack their ability
   

      to see
   

      Or
   

      Their eyes refuse
   

      to listen to the message
   

      unseen
   

      don't allow the
   

      similarities in the
   

      way that we breathe
   

      to influence thoughts
   

      of positioning us in
   

      equivalent leagues
   

      I am a writer...
   

      and yes red remains
   

      the color I bleed but
   

      we're not built the same
   

      my foundation is different
   

      from you human beings
   

      We may be superheroes
   

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uncommon sense

They say the child's
   

      mind is as absorbent
   

      as a sponge / so why
   

      in some adults it seems
   

      this experienced stage has
   

      encouraged their sense to
   

      run
   

      How can one have
   

      living proof that their
   

      incapable of providing
   

      for another / become
   

      influenced enough to
   

      think their child needs
   

      a brother
   

      I am a father
   

      so I'm a friend
   

      to the excitement
   

      of new life..... But
   

      loves existence doesn't
   

      mean "she's" right to be
   

      labeled as a wife
   

      Sometimes it look
   

      good but the timing
   

      just isn't right... Don't
   

      force fates hand poison
   

      saturate them teeth before
   

      she bites
   

      I try my best not
   

      to judge who am I
   

      to claim that right but
   

      as an adult your well
   

      aware of the responsibilities
   

      in caring for anothers life
   

      If you can't afford the
   

      cost most shop around
   

      for a lessened price...
   

      having children has become
   

      a trend and some really strive
   

      to exceed the hype
   

      As people we must
   

      do better decisions
   

      influenced by acknowledgement
   

      of what's right... Not making
   

      a choice which has great
   

      potential to fail then requesting
   

      help in the name of Christ 
   

      I know we learn
   

      from our mistakes
   

      but why accept a challenge
   

      to a fixed fight... If it was
   

      planned for you to lose
   

      you purposely just cursed
   

      that child's life
   

      I have made poor
   

      choices at times
   

      but never one which
   

      overseen a life that wasn't
   

      mine... If you struggle to
   

      provide for one then two should
   

      be kept far from your mind
   

      Uncommon sense
   

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may i ask you something?

the call ............ ( phone rings )
   

      ........  .......  .......
   

      ( her ) "hello?
   

      (Me)  "may i ask you a question ?
   

      (Her) " I'm listening......
   

      (Me) "Question".......
   

      You claim your
   

      heart beats for him
   

      But your legs wont dare
   

      stay close for me...
   

      You claim your love is far
   

      from thin but that line easily
   

      breaks every time I'm free
   

      You love when I'm
   

      inside like you can't
   

      stand to see me leave
   

      so how could you swear
   

      one holds the key when
   

      a spare is available every
   

      time I'm seen
   

      (Me) ............... "I'll wait" ......
   

      .............
   

      (Her) answer.....
   

      I claim my heart
   

      beats for him because
   

      time made him the air
   

      my lungs need... I claim
   

      my love is far from thin
   

      because it takes more
   

      then good dick to set me
   

      free
   

      yes I love when
   

      your inside I've never
   

      met that type of leak
   

      and I swear he has
   

      that key because if
   

      he changed that lock
   

      we wouldn't be....
   

      (Her) "you done".........
   

      ....... ( laughs ) "I'll wait".....
   

      (Me) ....... "We wouldn't be"???
   

      ..... Did you even bother to think
   

      before them words managed to
   

      flee... What are we?? When I call
   

      that ring is sponsored by my
   

      Love for the sensation you deploy
   

      as you dirty your knees.... Not
   

      planting the thought of using
   

      you just painting the picture
   

      you should see
   

      (Her).....  " using me"??? I hope
   

      So that'll make this a mutual
   

      thing...... and that ring your
   

      referring to is only answered
   

      when I miss my stream, you
   

      have this abnormal desire
   

      like ur orally addicted to vaginal
   

      cream with an everlasting stroke one
   

      would endure within a dream
   

      I mean.....
   

      (Me) so now your using me??....
   

      ... So that thought must be gone
   

      of you maybe falling for me...
   

      I guess you don't remember
   

      Claiming I'm the reason you
   

      run from sleep or you can't
   

      wait for the day that we no
   

      longer need to creep
   

      (Her) my memory is clear
   

      every other night sleep chases
   

      me.... Thoughts of you dividing
   

      me fuels my frame with energy
   

      and yea sometimes your ability
   

      may shield me from what's real
   

      but again my love will never
   

      spill sexual admiration cannot
   

      match its feel, I hope my desire
   

      for your skill didn't influence
   

      thoughts that love was killed
   

      This was only a physically
   

      thing I made that clear we
   

      made that deal, he cared to
   

      long for me time inspired
   

      his sexual feed full course
   

      I no longer received a
   

      microwave warmed most
   

      of his meals... That's why
   

      you were hired you return      
   

      sex back to its beginners
   

      feel            
   

      ( me ) yo chill..... I understand
   

      your truth nothing more
   

      needs to be spilled.... Just
   

      answer one last question
   

      how do you think your "love"
   

      would feel?
   

      (Her) if what ??..........
   

      ( her love ) "yo.........
   

      ........  .......  "HELLO!!
   

      CLICK!
   

      May I ask you something
   

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i was thirsty

So sweet like the
  
      Fresh that lingers inside
  
      a peach...
  
      Or
  
      the actions of
  
      One you felt was
  
      a blessing to meet
   

      My taste buds cheered
  
      as her satisfaction stained
  
      my inner cheeks she painted
  
      the entire room in a sense
  
      "Orally"
   

      From the roof of
  
      my mouth down to
  
      my bottom teeth she
  
      left the flavor of lust
  
      Not one drip on the sheets
   

      My tongue began to
  
      drown in what she
  
      just released so I
  
      shipped it to my
  
      stomach making room
  
      for me to feed
   

      My thirst usually
  
      exceeds the river flow
  
      in which she frees...
  
      something like using
  
      a cup in attempt to water
  
      an aged tree
   

      It'll be a while
  
      before what's desired
  
      is received so if you lack
  
      energy keep my face from
  
      in between
   

      My craving is inspired
  
      by sensations will to
  
      make her sing... Satisfaction
  
      makes its presence known
  
      showing out within her screams
   

      My thirst is the product
  
      of these lustful sounds
  
      and her cream the more
  
      them two are multiplied
  
      the eager I am to summond
  
      her stream
   

      Addicted to the shake
  
      as her thighs hug my
  
      face.... It's something
  
      about that quake it seasons
  
      her climax for better  taste
   

      When it's all said and
  
      done she was amazed
  
      at how I ate.... She looked
  
      at me and smiled then
  
      whispered something and
  
      turned away
   

      Afterwards I laughed
  
      while dismissing her passion
  
      from my face stood directly
  
      over her and asked her
  
      what did she say........
   

      She replied you was thirsty
   

      I was thirsty
   

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god knows best

Sometimes lonely
   

      nights can lend the
   

      wrong advice...
   

      Inducing thoughts
   

      Of a better life with
   

      visions of you having
   

      a wife
   

      I'll admit them cold
   

      singled nights had
   

      me missing my past
   

      life...... Had me reaching
   

      for everything thing, failed
   

      attempts I grasped twice
   

      Symptoms of loneliness
   

      lust equipped with love's
   

      might... So your desire for
   

      erotic fights is poisoned by
   

      loves bite
   

      I know it all to
   

      well been bit in
   

      the ass twice, but
   

      god lent clear to my
   

      sight showing love
   

      only appears when it's
   

      right
   

      He knew I wasn't ready
   

      he was watching them
   

      lonely nights... He knew
   

      we'd bump heads not
   

      a wife but she was shelved
   

      At a similar price
   

      saturated with the
   

      freedom of one whos
   

      engaged to a single
   

      life but she feeds me
   

      the love one would endure
   

      from having a wife
   

      She was exactly
   

      what I ordered an
   

      illusion of when the
   

      time is right, god prescribed
   

      her to me curing that desire
   

      for bonded nights
   

      And love.....
   

      He made sure
   

      falling was far from
   

      sight, keeping my heart
   

      tamed by the fact that she
   

      is someone's wife
   

      We even fight.....
   

      Something else he
   

      added to make this
   

      "right" .... Constant
   

      arguing reassuring
   

      the love is ripe
   

      Everything would
   

      go left for a week
   

      they wouldn't be
   

      right but on that
   

      8th day the make up
   

      Was super nice
   

      When im ready....
   

      I know love won't
   

      dare past me by...
   

      I gave my heart away
   

      before my body never
   

      requested that great divide
   

      Love has picky
   

      eyes......
   

      selfish ears she
   

      ignores your cries....
   

      But she has a
   

      unique sense one
   

      that's overseen by
   

      he who claims our
   

      sky's
   

      So don't bother
   

      asking why you
   

      seem to be absent
   

      her "Hi" or why every
   

      time she trys its always
   

      chased by a goodbye
   

      Just know when
   

      your ready she
   

      will be stationed
   

      by your side... God
   

      has funny ways of
   

      training our anxious
   

      eyes
   

      God knows best
   

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