a hot summer lover with no bikini an unpredictable bird wild as can be a dangerous beauty, wait till you see Irresistible sweetness, she’s a queen bee
the hive of Eden, her garden of heaven queen honey bee, her lucky number’s eleven playing with her troopers, buzzing workers, none slackers regally seated, royally heated, milking honey with them jolly wankers!
She can be mean, as the demon from hell, When in heaven, she loves ringing the alarm bell trolling saints that loves to paint, what the heck, it’s only wax as just to...
Within the hour both Hul and I were up and tidying our camp for further hunt. Neither could the other look upon for neither could believe our wild acts. We felt ashamed of our adultery, and also for the knot we each had put amidst the simple thread, our history. At last the silence broke at Hul’s behest:
I heard a pack of wolves up north last night.
First I, then Hul felt an internal flinch at merest mention of the night before. Hul, hiding well his cringe, continued on: ...
Since posting the pieces"Lil Man" and "Transporter," certain motherfuckers know who I Is Me is But running our mouth on each other isn't our fucking biz We hear, see, and say nothing, that's how we fucking live From the barrio to the ghetto, we ride or die for the same blood or rib
Motherfuckers that let me climb through their windows when I couldn't stay at home Bitches that stole food out of their parent's house when I Is Me didn't have a home Fuck what those scientist say about how long you can live without food I lived hungry long enough...
Can you imagine walking among the carnage of reality Your destiny was to discover that there is no such a thing as infinity To know there's a beginning and end, I've mentally closed the loop Into a Mobius strip containing time and space riding on truth
Lies and everything corrupt is simply negative energy My dragon has been well fed off of those that defy me Never mind whatever deity you bow to, be they of darkness or light I am the only one left of my race and I must show my might
Invading Nebular and killing stars before they're born ...
A crippled ruthless fairy Pt.1 (Begin Fairy Tale Block)
A crippled fairy exalted in torment, banished from the lands. A crooked walk, with broken wings, and crippled hands. Jet black eyes like the blackholes in stories of space. Wrinkles and cobwebs adorned their tattered face.
Long creepy brown nails almost match their height. A slow crippling crawl on the forest ground in the night. Little strands of hair on his head look like ancient string. On this very occasion a set of rusty blades he would bring.
I saw a man once sprinting past As though running for his life. He was pretty fast, And I thought if I Could catch up I could ask, “Hey man where you running to? And why you move’n fast?” But as quickly as I thought He leapt, Crashing headlong into traffic. And all that I could think of it, Standing on that sidewalk, Was, “Lucky me I hadn’t asked, Or we’d both be dying on that asphalt.”
I see a wall that’s beige, And textured in a thick acrylic, Trimmed along With whitened edges That seals the bottom ridges. It’s neither light or dark in tone, That’s what the time of day is for, As the sun and moon Casts, Or lacks, Upon the furniture and decor. Through a window slightly centered off, Where grass that’s green To blue-ish seas, Stacks up several high in grades Of pastels running on the beach. And further off I see a speck Of geometrical dimensions, A vessel set and sailing on This...
Part 1: We were robbed, but guess what! IT'S FINE!!!
Not so long but yesteryear A system was architectured Africa was turned into a wild forest Peers and folks were no longer wise friends
1000 thousands blacks on sale Lousy thousands blacks for sale
We came from so far to just mute without any say Lingering hearts of Mom and Dad in a sad deep pain Naturally black and curly hungry child left in pain The only sound is from the painful outcry and grenades The young lads and lassies are left without any trace The smell death is here and hope has left the space ...