2 Haikus

I Thirst
I Thirst for you, Love
only nectar golden can
quench this fire’s rage

Maintainence
I am Maintainence
Not the owner, nor tenant
Just Maintainence, Man

Thanks for Nothing

Empty words

Empty promises, vessels waiting to be filled with action

Waiting for content to give them worth

If one’s word is one’s bond(age)

People are too often vanilla

Afraid to be bound to anything

Enjoying envisioned freedom

Without the burden of any responsibility

Why extend an olive branch to people who are only looking for firewood?

Why allow my kindness to be a weakness?

Watching, waiting, hoping…

Only whispered rumours of groping…

You fill me with your emptiness, giving me false support

I learn to lean and crumble at the first sign of strain

Shattered, destroyed, ruined

Thank you… for absolutely nothing.

4:00pm

January 14, 2009

Universally Unforeseen

Games of phone-tag lat at night,
Quenching you thirst for knowledge while fanning the flames of curiosity
A question asked.
A story told.
Eastern thinkers in a Western world
Caffeinated coffeehouse conversations in decaffeinated bedroom settings
Topic after topic with almost no debate
Turgid emotives causing pregnant pauses as zygote thoughts are allowed to grow
Unexplained paternal brolic accepted without question
Though unnecessary naughtiness evidenced
By the heaving of full breasts
And extended procrastinated goodbyes
Mortals genuflect before she who deifies the Universal.
In-depth conversations of the habits of the Shoe-breasted Leotard
And its interaction with the Ebon-crested Dragon.
A symbiosis such as which has the potential to be cataclysmic
Or the genesis of unforeseeable euphoria.


9:20p
1/5/09

A Letter To The Ex

Don’t look at me as the cause,
I’m just the end result,
“Game recognize game,”
And I recognize you,
Did you really think she’d keep taking your shyt,
Stay home alone while you were out fuggin that other bytch?
You hate on me ‘cause I took your place,
But you were flaunting your shyt all in her face?
Come home smelling like different soaps,
Why you washing up at your boy’s house?
You really need to lock your phone,
If you texting plans to visit ol’ girl’s home.
She remembered your birthday,
You “worked” the anniversary,
She celebrated both
One with you, one with me.
Guess who was her “Valentine”
Brought candy, roses, “uncorked her wine”,
It’s not B&E if the door’s unlocked
Not robbery if given freely,
But now you got your diesel cocked,
‘cause what was yours belongs to me?
We do the things that she wants to do,
Things she had planned, “just for you”.
You laughed when she started that yoga class,
And now I’m the one getting that flexible ass,
You dogged her for her new 26-28 waist,
For me, it just improved the taste.
So self-involved you didn’t see the attention she’s getting,
So now it’s a new “willie” she’s wetting.
Wandering eyes, always on the prowl,
On some man-to-man, for her, “O” is no longer just a vowel.
Your self-service is ‘cause you’re only serving yourself,
Now she’s getting full service, and the nana’s top shelf,
I do all the things her man didn’t do,
And she does EVERYTHING she never did with you.
You were too busy with your “mans and them,”
Now with someone else her time is spent.
One man’s trash is her new man’s treasure,
And holding her every night is this man’s pleasure.
You were out looking for thighs to part,
And “Jodi” came and healed her heart.
You were out looking for new chicks to bone,
And the Maintenance Man was taking care of your home.
Just calm down, son, don’t be vexed,
Learn from your mistakes, heed this “Letter To The Ex.”

P.S.
One more thing needs be said by Me…
I call you “son,” and she calls me “Daddy”!


12-06-08
4:09 am

Outside The Box

(A Product of divine Inspiration)

Why do we rarely say what needs to be said to those who need to hear it?

Always trying to comfort, or make things easier or some other bullshit.

Why is it so wrong to tell a random beautiful woman that she is stunning,

Why must it be seen as guile or cunning?

Lying about the physical, with push-up bras, surgery, and socks in crotches,

Bleached hair, and iced out watches?

Why must the games be played, why be something that you're not,

While looking for a real person? It's the kettle and the pot...

Why always looking for the greenest grass, instead of tending our own lawns,

Searching for new music, forsaking the classic songs,

Honesty is the best policy, it keeps the schizms to a minimum,

Instead of plying mates with Patron and 151.

Speak from your heart, and though unorthodox,

It will eventually reward you for "thinking outside the box".

The Huntress' Prey

Keeping her distance, like the Tymptress she is,
Appearing aloof but aware of everything,
Warily watching, forever Dablkhuntress,
All attention focused on her prey,
Now, slowly, she moves in for the kill..
Another worthy opponent has fallen.


9:09 pm
11/14/08

I Choose...

I choose
To keep only positive people in My circle
To be true to Me
To love and allow Myself to be loved
I choose

I choose
To be passionate
Sensual
A comprehensive lover
I choose

I choose
To listen when you talk
Notice the little things
To speak My mind
I choose

I choose
To ask your opinion
To compromise
To sacrifice
I choose

I choose
To take My time with your body,
Your heart
Your love
I choose

I choose…
I choose.


9/14/08
6:48 AM