Rain

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Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add color to my sunset sky. She’s coming back to visit I see. Sigh, I did it again but ill take the beating. If you have the courage to love you must have courage to suffer.
1 in the morning and I hear the sounds of it. It flows from the heavens down to me. a life line from god. My heart uses the drops as a stair case to get from one world to another.
I welcome her coming because she gives me a needed element for my own self growth.
The smell of her coming is always the same. Never to heavy nor light.
Light fills the air and turns night into day for only a second.
I listen closely to hear the words from her voice.
Wash away the bad, the wrongs, the hate, the broken heart. But leave the memories.
Trillions of her sisters fall in groups of 20. Colder breeze then normal, I guess she knows and feels my pain. Scary at times…the times when she raises her voice.
I understand her points and teachings.
Clouds grow thicker more darker.
The wild speed picks up, she’s upset.
Yea I cant lie, I fucked up! Forgive me, I sinned but don’t forgive me so that u can feel better, but forgive me so that way I can prove myself to u. I am a being of Heaven and Earth, of thunder and lightning, of rain and wind, of the galaxies please don’t hurt me. She runs her fingers over my body. The wind whisper in my ear” You pray for rain, you gotta deal with the mud too. That's a part of it.” I opened my eyes
And looked up at the rain, at her, in her eyes
And it dripped in my head
And flowed into my brain,
And all that I hear as I lie in my bed
Why do none of her drops fall in my eye? Why do she want me to see?
she step very softly,
she walks very slow,
then a loud crack.
Neon sky’s
I yell to her, strike me down, take my life, call me home, give me peace.
Tears slowly form, and run down my pain sighted eyes
Tears flow rivers on my cheeks.
im Ashamed of what I've become, Ashamed of my life
stuck and confused
not knowing if the things she say are true
i trust her with my life
i trust her with my heart
I walk outside in her to let her know that I will change.
she laugh as she slowly rip the heavens apart
Feeling the rip long after the tear
i look at my life, and realize it's not fair
a young black soul
standing alone
looking lost
Looking for help with no hero in sight
feeling cold
no arms to keep me warm
rising up into her quiet storm
Tears fall in my heart like the rain on the town.
She told me in a sweet young mature voice, Don't be sad it's over, be glad it happened. No female is worth your tears, and when you find the one that is, she wont make you cry! Remember that there's one true love for you to have and hold. It may not be the best but it is the one you deserve. Do not go where the path may lead but go where there is no path and leave a trail. Don't be stuck on the past be ready for what lies ahead!!!!! You cannot escape your past, but you can make your future.
I take it all in. right now my life needs balance. i will never find myself until i face the truth.
Dropplets
Splash over my tear stained eyes
Hiding
All of my silent cries
Thunder
Muffles my peircing screams
My heart
Who will just
Let me see
past the shadows
Of the pouring tears? Who may stop my pain?
My question are answered by a Splatter, plop
Drip, Drop, Splatter sound from her
Laying on the soft moist grass.
The world is painted, the way a drop of water rolls off a wet leaf after a rain is so beautiful. Divine liquid runs down stems and vines. Still falls the rain - dark as the world of man, black as our loss, blind as the nineteen hundred and forty nails upon the Cross
In my secret garden
I plant my seeds each year
The seeds grow into love
The buds starts show
a flower Starts to come out
Everything grows so beautiful
Especially my evergreen tree of forbidden Fruit
My secret garden
My only sanctuary.
the sky’s symphony
The sound of the rain,
of her
Peaceful and melancholic
the rainbow
That comes out in the sky after the rain
It is almost like in a dream
Beautiful and romantic
Beautiful to my naked eyes
All night the sound had
this quite fall, persistent rain.
of the tiredness, the fatuousness, the semi-
lust of intentional indifference.
Be wet with a decent happiness.
The clouds clear and the morning lights the way.
This storm is over now. she's passed, no more to be taught
no more sounds, no more tornado winds,
no more rain.


Like rain, love should be gentle enough to nourish a man's growth without destroying the roots. Let not the hours pass by in the dark. I will Kindle the lamp of love on my heart with my life. Thousands of candles can be lighted by one candle and the life of the candle will not be shortened. Happiness never decreases by being shared. Love is not a physical force of any nature, but one of deep, tender compassion ready to give all should another demand it. When you really love someone you accept all, You never give up and never let go, You love that person unconditionally, You love them completely. When in love, be fair and honest, even when it hurts.

Emtpy

Emtpy:

Why is my existence so perfect with dark places?
And why do I no longer care?
I talk to God but the sky is empty.
what is it about the shadows that draw my spirit in?
The damnation?
The isolated darkness?
I would give up my Stygian soul to know.
String orchestras plays sad sounds……
violins, viola, cellos, string basses fill the air with moods of blue.
Memory haunt my vacant days Sleepless nights,
dreadful dreams, are haunting me.

Panic
rage
Runs through my body
the devil is trying to get in.
Prayer is my weapon;

faith gives me peace of mind, to stop the demons from taking over.
Depression knocks me down,
Grace picks me back up.
The pastor told me to be strong,
but the lord lays mercy on my soul,
wishing life was a bowl of cherries.

Why is my existence so perfect with dark places?

And why do I no longer care?
I talk to God but the sky is empty.
What is it about the shadows that draw my spirit in?
The damnation?
The isolated darkness?
I would give up my Stygian soul to know.
My Heart beat races at formula 1.
I took a deep breath and listened to the old voice of my heart.

I am.

I am.

I am.

The sound I hear from it.
It don’t cost much to pay attention to me.
gotta straight up like fresh printed dollar with
str8 up posture,
she was my chick
but

she flew away with my heart.
im a rooster,
cant leave the hen house.
These poor hungry sad days I want to turn in to thanksgiving,
but there are more birds in this thanksgiving.

Take me for who I am and love me for wat im not.
I used to adapt to people,
but I learned that it’s a lot better to b myself from jump.
12 dozen of orchids grow thru the cracks of concrete.
A lot of the things I say will go over ur head but u can catch them before
they hit the ground.
My grips broke and I fell from my love high.

Objects of simplex affection,
expressions that still show disappointment.
I don’t mistake heartbreak for phobia,
Whereas fear is a gift from God to be used for self-preservation.
Strategically placed in my life,

she one of many opposers of my positive existence.
Innuendo, glorification with my pain.
dead spirits life in my lines.
It’s easy to get locked up and die.
My veins are filled with the blood of a man.

A rush of blood to the head plays out the speakers. Man is immortal; therefore he must die endlessly. For life is a creative idea; it can only find itself in changing forms. I change more each day. Live till to-morrow, will have pass'd away. My sad 2morrows. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of withering, of tarnishing. Life is pleasant, Death is peaceful, it’s the transition that's troublesome. The absence of love is the most abject pain. Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish its source. my heart once Filled with angels, lie empty but I want these angels to get up and clap at this notes closing credits. containing nothing; having none of the usual or appropriate contents, vacant; unoccupied, without force, effect, or significance; hollow; meaningless, containing no elements; null; void. sticky in the jar but no honey inside, my heart….Empty.

Blank Page...... Nothingness inside of me

Life on pause…. With a cause. Bees, ants, worms, fish, cycle of life. My Life is a tragedy when seen in close-up. Many feelings that leave me in wonder. So I ponder about Vs and Es some Ls and of course you. But I cant get beyond the feeling of nothingness. Thanks, now my well is dry. I change my tone from that of a bright spring day to 1 much more and lil hue & gray, overcasted and badly polished. I gave you my mind and peace from it. But from you I gain wasted time and wasted love. Sometimes the heart see’s what eyes don’t. Invisible, I only used 1 when I should’ve used both. This story is boned with ideas, nerved and blooded with emotions, all held together by the delicate, tough skin of words, verbs. My brain a book to put my mind on paper, my heart an encyclopedia to put my love in my very on scriptures. Sentences to leave your brain bouncing around. And yes theres a part 2. I sit on aces.......this is curtains, I write on the flow of ur heart beat. My heart is broken beyond foreseeable repair, Understand me and what was done. Now I’m empty, and I’ve lost my sense of love. How 2 love again? Traveled into the realms of bonds so tight, I went raw and she burn the roof of my mouth and left my heart well-done. I have a problem on my hands like a six finger. Third eye blind cant see my visions, This feels like central park without grass, scared heartless like the tin man from the world of Emerald OZ. But more like a WiZ without happiness and singing. I willed her my heart be4 I die, its my most prize thing. I co sign my love with my only guardian angel, For it was not into her ear i whispered, but her heart. It was not my lips she kissed, but my soul. Now it feels like shooting in the dark, I wish I could run thru the streets but this pain forces me to walk thru the sand. Rose paddles fall from broken truths, type for ur life with a blank keyboard. Papaya, milk and honey fed to me by her false lips with no worry of my feelins. Playin Jumanji with my soul. Now my soul cry’s sugary tears. High notes like dames in operas.... I watch my soul sit in pain but not for long. This was the second time, this time my Soul left with his head up high and shaking his head in disbelieve. Couldn’t take the abuse anymore. Now im being sued Charged With Assault & battery with lode acts, emotion Domestic Violence. My Life is a tragedy when seen in close-up. I didn’t know she would break me….well my only heart. I the defendant enter a plea of no contest 2 these charges. But my judge Karma delivered a soft sentence. Grind away rust on my heart from teary eyes that cried out for love, from that 1 who didn’t care about me. Trying to keep my heart out the light like film but I still develop sadness within. Emotional fingers, typing away feelings that my mouth cant say. Its funny, small people really have a lot to say and have the best conversing skills. Cotton candy, strawberries shortcake dreams left banged up and bruised. She cut me like a cord… umbilici, lifeless, heartless, soulless I dwell on the pain. I treated her like she was the main feature, the great presentation, trailer seem right in my third eye. She acted up? And made my love into a sad movie. she was a bully and fucked my heart up. I was E-class out, yea she had me whipped, but I later learned We were not a match like orange and pink. I Wished that the sheet of anguish installed as my cover,Would hide me from the pity that people bestowed onto me. clichés, encouragements of nothing and Words of consolement. The seeds of these lies rooted so deeply they've cracked the foundation of what we loved and shared. I'm left surrounded in darkness but i refuse to be swallowed by it. Love, Invisible to the eye, Obvious to the touch. Philosophical logic of Sean

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From Me 2 you, You know who you is, I aRe. Evolution, I watch before my eyes this friendship evolve. Baby caterpillar slowly becoming a Butterfly. Spoken word,

From Me 2 u.

Time spent, social appointment, engagement, occasion arranged beforehand kinda last minute but 1 of the many best minutes shared between us.

From me to u.

Take a trip to c.b. smith, and chill under a rock. (Yep a Rock) wettest sounds During a thunder storm, using my body as a shield to protect her from the elements. Liquid love, A long convo about her love, her goals, her future. Its always a plus, That she gives me. Remembering randomly The Little rascals letter ……. Dear Darla, I hate ur stinking guts, u make me vomit. Said identical, simultaneously. Cute laughter fills the stormy air. Giggling like piglets, Guess this was our lil Lady and the tramp moment. Wish I could have push her on the swing.

From me 2 u

Sneak me in, round 2 but this time im a lil drenched, but it didn’t matter. So I chill on her bed and watch youtube clips until the gratuitous wi-fi when bad. Wonder why that happen?

From me to you.

Now we have to do something and entertain ourselves. Blue walls, artwork everywhere. Dried roses, frozen in time. What dead is good? Blossoms that have been dehydrated, dried and preserved in their natural shape and color. Her love…define by a flower, something I notice from day 1.

From me to u

Sure have a lot of things purple. fragmented by angry red, then diluted by moody blue. Maybe Purple for the evening. Yellow? Naw….mellow, chill, calm, placid, living in tranquil serene scenes portrayed like Kodiak moments left to be ultimately photoshopped by a higher being. The big man himself. Picture perfect Mona Lisa,

From me 2 u

Listen to music, Neo-soul. I tried to match your breathing Beating my little heart against yours, a line from 1 of her favorite songs. Her “joy” from Miss Michele plays thru the Bose speakers just loud enough for only us to her. Holding the strings of vibes

From me to u

I like what I see & love what my ears pick up. Melodious emotions mesmerized even the Gods. Melodies transforming me, your audience. Poetry that u shared. Now I must give back.

From me 2 u.

Playing in a garden of words, amusing actions, swallow by my ears, ingestion by my mind. read me poetry, read more to me. A baby wanting more milk, is the face I have on. Her lyrics aim to please, radiates with verb, idyllic word, purity, subtlety, sexy both singular and plural, Laced with frilly rhymes, typos and all, read between the lines. Pillars of golden blocks, bold size 12 font Times roman, Her beautiful scriptures.

From her to me

After reading to me wat her love is. I was left in shock. It was sweeter then splenda , almost most sweeter then me and my views on wat love is. Soft cotton lips that’s these words drift from. Glide soft thru me and play on my eternal harp. Talented, hands that should be insured. Female Bob Da Builder, building me a new heart. Rubbish feeling of hitting Rock bottom and I thank you for what you know not. Things, and feelings you gave and show me. Manifests in salvation- a revelation. Mission Complete

From me 2 you

Dreaming is never bad, paper planes that glide thru my stomach along with the other insects and albino butterflies. im amazed at her lengths for her love, by her love. A star for us to see, candle lit dinners, picnics on the beach, watching the sunrise, u pick we pick strawberries of are own, full body massages. Stimulating, strokes. Examples of a stunning extravagantly emotional mind. Romanesque. Melodramatic romance. A moonlit ride, A childish drawing of a stick girl and guy holding hands drawn with crayons. Lovely kiss on the forehead. Ill give u a romantic idea of my own. Trace out a grant heart in the sand on the shore, sit inside of it and watch the sunset. I Never Want To Say Adeiu, A moment to be put in a glass bottle.Dreaming to get my dreams undreamed. Its my sweet dream.

Send from me to you

American eagle banded, and a great buy. Best buy. come dance this story with me, Dance in the moon light with all the stars in sight, Then dance with fire every dark hour. Vanilla, chocolate and cinnamon Selfless beauty unimaginable. land of milk and honey, of natural beauty. Key of the Nile. Ankh, ☥. ACME feelings, not boo-be trapped. 8 ball corner pocket, Fate? I don’t kno, ask the 8 ball. Answer: Do pigs have wings? Hmmmmmmmm… if I tattoo wings on them would it count? Im goin to make this work in my favor. Innocence is pictured differently through many eyes, Blinded by the sheer beauty of it.
From Cars to L.A.......Cs and Rs A vowel here and there but wat about this 12th letter…..el?This didn’t start with a toothbrush but more so an "add me" on facebook. i can't translate my vision of the world but I can put into words my heart’s itinerary. I write the codes, you will decipher.

From Sean too U.

Eyelid Dancer, Eyes Singing, Word from Mouth......A Choice.

The dream of peace and happiness, the warmth and love. Eyelid Dancer.i've studied your face and your eyes that sparkle. Just because I'm quiet/shy, Doesn't mean that's me, I Still love to have conversations, I Still want to share thoughts and i will. This is like a mirage out in the desert. The sand.....it the time running a way in life. There are decision always to be made. Thinking to always be done. Choices. They can make or break u. I have the choice 2 spend the rest of my pre-life or before life with anyone that Sean wants. My whole life ive been making decisions. Some great other's.....well they're lessons learned. but u learn how 2 make better ones. this past of choices will lead you up to that big 1. The biggest and most important 1. The one that can change lives and make futures/ change it. The choice that can change lives forgood. Written in stone time. That Sand now turn into stone. The choice is mine and only mine to make. i choose my happiness, my love, my soulmate. Out of billions there's 1. when this moment happen's Sean earth will stand still, and my heart will be switch on auto-emotional pilot. To Love, To connect, To grow old and to die....perfect life. Love. May no gift be too small to give, nor too simple to receive, which is wrapped in thoughtfulness and tied with love. Love isn't just something you give away. It's a delicate thing, and it's hard to choose who deserves it. We've got this gift of love, but love is like a precious plant. You can't just accept it and leave it in the cupboard or just think it's going to get on by itself. You've got to keep watering it. You've got to really look after it and nurture it. When have I never loved the pain of love? But this has moved beyond love, into hysteria. Hold tough my heart and let me live. I try my best, I sprint ahead but ill wait, i wanna finish this race with u, If I was not with you I might as well be dead. A Choice of mine yet to be made.

Love is always bestowed as a gift --
freely, willingly, and without expectation....
We don't love to be loved; we love to love.
I can just give it to anybody.

An Oral illustration Pt2(Touch Me, Tease Me, Kiss Me Please Me)

A gentle lick on this visit. A bashful cautious approach. If I have to eat to live then I’m going consume her. She’s Pushed against my hungry mouth. As the tip of my tongue slides up the slippery channel that welcomes me between rows of delicate pink petals. Thrust against my generous tongue. My mouth moved in harmony, she couldn't tell the you from me. She was locked in passion, my sense of time began to blur. I knew this taste from before, so I went for it all and reached her core. Like a worm in an apple in a life perhaps before this one. She felt what I felt, emotions vast, she felt the love of her future, present and past. As I now concentrate on my pleasure in giving to her, I close my eyes, for I have captured the scenery of her body. Your indelible image is stamped on my mind and in fantasy, I will swallow her up. My mouth will consume you, taking you in and she becoming a part of me and I of her until the plains heave up, the mountains shake, and the body-scape before me erupts with the fury buried within the deepest strata of your passionate soul. These jaws of mine protests what my mouth provides but I am unrelenting in my gift, intent only on your fulfillment. I feel her body tense, and she is quiet now... Now again I concentrate shameless, she will get her satisfaction plus more. I heard her call out “Eat me, beat me, bite me, blow me, suck me, very slowly. Jiuahryfbinlr!!!!kiss me dont be sassy use your tongue and make it nasty...” Lick, bite, suck, fuck (It is a mantra that runs through my head), I Do what I will. Ached so badly emotions overwhelmed me. She Up there thinking, I’m down here licking. 'Confide in me your nightmares, Touch me with your darkness, Trust me with your thoughts, Embrace me with your words, Tempt me with your passions, Let my soul be the pillow for your tears I said speaking in tongue. I will be her lover, she will be my rider, I will stay inside her. In and out, deep and shallow, hard and soft-My only focus of the moment, nothing interfering only the internal battle, do I withhold, do I submit? As I match her move for move. There are so many carnal impulses, I feel every1 of them. Overwhelmed by the pleasure that consumes me, I sink and soar with every touch. Her body screams to me “Just let me have my release, Please!! Lick me, bite me, suck me, fuck me” I will answer these calls. They will not be missed. Her eyes are tightly closed as I search deep within. Nature black hair provides a wispy frame for her lovely face as she is swept up in the avalanche of arousal. Her face reveals a recognition of my presence, she is swallowed whole in the ecstacy of sexual pleasures. Until that release comes she is at my mercy, I will guide her to the light, Ever so close to orgasm brightness.
Tongue on skin
Rippling rolling
Hungry hands holding
Perfume flaming
Licking lovingly lips lingering
Clutching nails on my tattoo soft back scratching
Music of her thick breathing, voice of her and her soul unison moans
Sweetness sticky suckling surrendering in greatness
Sweat beading, opening parting, body arching aching, juices rushing Juices flowing Juices Flooding
Climbing crescendo creating clinging convulsing, I hope she doesn’t die on me
Joining tightening releasing waters run over
Panting puzzle pieces find their places purring perfecting performance
Touching tongues tickling time
Smiling sighing her thighs smoking
Completed coupled
Breathing soft
her taste so lovely and unforgettable
wet pink petals
to break her fall
down from heaven
she have to crawl
to find some safeness
in this evil god-forsaken
world.
I saw her chest rise and fall
with each breath she took. SHe tapped out..... came and now in an orgasmic comma. I saw her newly formed six pack that wasn’t there an hour ago. I lick the oyster and made it revel its peal to the world. Smooth and firm it is. I ate her cookie now she calls me monster. No Sesame Street jokes. She wants to put my tongue in the hall of fame but she’ll rather have it in a museum, framed, gold planted next to the Mona Lisa. I ask her to give my tongue a nick-name. So she took her time and pick carefully and called it Zane, for only books can explain. She said Zane is unique && it should be illegal for me to speak. My love n romance is her daily dose, she can't imagine a day without.... this bee in her rose. She loved me but I know she will love my tongue being inside of her more. I may not go down in history but I went down on her history opppsss in her clit-tory. Maybad History…. I’m a lil tongue tired. I'm a Capricorn in your eyes, a virgin in disguise. Speechless as she lay there lifeless still random tumbles from her body now and then. She COMPLETELY fell for me….But I didn't even stumble. Love is not sex, sex is a happiness u feel in thats particular time but love is the happiness you feel every time. This was Nothing more than a mechanically star, Soul-gasm(Soul+Orgasm). So I used my imagination to paint this true story of An Oral illustration.

An Oral illustration Part 1: Vividly Xplained

Crazy nights, neon lights, lustful eyes, full like the moon, in bed with me tonight, I opened her eyes to the other side. A Capricorn playground. She gave me an invitation to her secret place and im going to open it. I have no clue where im goin but I want to. So she’s takes me there. Her and I… alone. Ecstasy but I call it Extra-Tasty. So I tell her to just lay there and enjoy the Show. I know her day was a lil ruff around the edges but ill smooth them out. I promise she’ll love it. Im going to make your mouth say no more. Im going to give her that treatment for im her #1 fan. I hope she didn’t think I forgot about what she did last week, she goin to get some discipline. How can it be? I love how you hurt me, so sexually. Make me cry out in pain and pleasure, but I’m going to return the favor and take it to a point beyond measure. Such pain, such pleasure. I will take my time, I’m not going to let this night end. kiss me now, have sex me later I whisper to her ear softly. I’m going to confess to her lips. French kiss her lips and make her hips smile. A massage that she earn. Im going to teach her body && her lower body will learn. Seduction isn't making someone do what they don't want to do. Seduction is enticing someone into doing what they secretly want to do already And I study this fine art. Subtle scents of Vickie’s body mist, White musk and daisies. Seeping through my senses, Warming my soul. Calming me completely. I am content, safe; within their powers. Mystical supremacy. A bright white sense of heavenly happiness surrounds me. Smells of daisies and lilies. Roses and orchids. I'm a going 2 treat her like a teddy bear. She’s won't wanna go no wear in the life of luxury. Just turn to me, I will give you plenty joy. Love is a matter of chemistry, but my game is a matter of physics. She wanted brain so I gave her the Left & Right of Einstein. And then some. Let me treat that body like a playground, From the top of the slide to the merry go round. Not going to stop 'till im filled and explode, Till her eyes rolled back and her legs locked up. I touched her heart and she wanted me to explore her body, She tells me “Just don't leave me waiting, please don't bait me, taste me I'm so good you'll hate me. Eat me like you hate me” :-) Some real Dr. Seuss Shit, I know. Im not offended but I will give her what she ask for and so I willingly comply looking her in the eyes. In eyes, - my prison, visions of sweetness, of sweat, of lust; promisings of ecstasy’s sin to flower upon my decadent hunger. Shes going to see the real side of this zodiac sign. From where I lie, nestled between her tender thighs I see stretching out before me the spectacular landscape of her beautiful body. My nose is surrounded by the aspen mountains that sprouts upon a bony ridge. Unseen, my tongue has found the fountain of her universe and her earth taste is sweet within my mouth. My eyes travel across the flat plain of her soft stomach, lingering at that shallow crater where a small gem covered ring decorates the rim most distant from me. It is a rolling meadow to the lush knolls of her breasts. A matched set, twin each topped with its own perky nipple sitting alert as though calling out for attention. Beyond her chest and neck display the warm reddish flush that signals herr arousal, like flowers announcing the coming of spring. My eyes travel over and find full lips that reveal only her intense inner pleasure, examining it, like some newly discovered species of flower. Pink orchid of love fragrant flower so rare of desire's full bloom nestled in that glade below her mossy rise my tongue, a hummingbird hungry for passions nectar hovering above her, wanting to drink so deep, and long till my thirst is quenched my hungry heart is filled but for a short blissful time in forevernessland. Cradled between her tender thighs, I’m going to Show her the power of my desire for my oral caress. Her body signals that I have found her special spot. I harden in response. I lift her to my mouth. The abundance of her wetness greets me, my mouth overflows with her warm essence. I’m a Capricorn, I play best when it’s wet. Her sweet taste is on my tongue and her fragrance delights my senses................


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