PAIN IN MY LIFE

CHILDHOOD DREAMS DRAPED IN THE DEEPEST SHADES OF RED THAT THE HUMAN PSYCHE CAN IMAGINE.

BLUE THAT FILLS THE EYE AS FROM THE CORE DOTH MY MIND CRY OUT FOR THINGS THAT COULD NOT HAVE WENT ANY OTHER WAY.

DEATH WITH HER FINGERS SO COLD AS THEY CARESS A SOUL SO CLOSE TO MINE.

A BROTHER LOST TO THE ECONOMICS OF THE CORNER.

WHERE THE MAN WHO DRAWS FIRST IS THE MAN WHO WALKS AWAY.

WHISKED AWAY ON THE WINGS OF AN ANGEL TO THE RESTING PLACE.

AND YET I LINGER ON A WORLD WHERE I FEEL SO OUT OF SYNC AT TIMES.

THESE WORDS SO REFLECTIVE OF THE PAIN OF DREAMS AS THEY SHATTER INTO A MILLION SHARDS OF GLASS AND CUT INTO THE SKIN OF A MANS FEET.

BABIES THAT JUST DIE IN THE NIGHT, SOLDIERS IN STRANGE LANDS SO ANY MILES FROM HOME.

THERE EXISTS A BLACK THAT BLEEDS INTO THE CAVITIES AND RECESSES OF EVERY THOUGHT THAT EMANATES FROM THE SUBCONSCIOUS.

DAYS THAT HAVE SHADOWS THAT CREEP INTO THE SUNLIGHT.

CRIES TO THE HEAVENS TO BE TAKEN AWAY, TEARS THAT STAIN THE WOOD BENEATH HANDS ON BRIDGES AND THE ROOFS OF BUILDINGS.

WHY DO I REMAIN?

WHAT NOW??? A WAKE THE HELL UP WRITE.

WHAT NOW??? A WAKE THE HELL UP WRITE.
THE MUSIC FOR THIS PIECE... SOME WAR DRUM MUSIC...
http://youtu.be/zf8o7qJrBoo

Okayyy... in the last few days we have seen a young black mans death be ignored. I dont mean in the media but by the supposed law. The last article that I published addressed the ineptitude of the government and its handeling of the situation of our people. It also addressed the video of Jason Russel running around nude and flamboyantly gay. I said that a government agent probably slipped him a mickey and I really believe that.
My facebook page was shut down while someone somewhere conducted an investigation. I was not allowed to log in at all and in the end they changed my name. This was done without my consent. 
While we are on the Trayvon Martin subject let me just say that everything which is happening with his case was something that I figured would happen. All of a sudden he is being turned into the menacing black thug. Records of his apparent defiance and unrulyness are being pulled from the air and flaunted around for everyone to see. Look at the bad black kid. Yet these traits are common in all young people and I bet there are some policemen, doctors, lawyers and politicians running around trying to hide the actions of their git... their children so to speak.
All the while the fact is being ignored that this adult male accosted and fatally shot a child as defined under Floridas law. Are black people relly so blind as to think that Al Sharpton and the right Reverend Uncle Jesse Jackson {no relation} really give a damn about us or what happens to our future. It is time that we as a people took a stand and really confronted this system. No holds barred.
I also said that there are things that make me ashamed to claim black and this case is yet another representation of how deeply misled black people are in Amerikkka and the world as every other race gains ground we lose it to bullshit comedy as played on T.V. screens and thug movies that sell illusions of ghetto glamor and ascending to the heights by acting white.
I think that our ancestors deserve more than that. I think that our children deserve more than that and I definitely think that if this is continued into the future all vestages of who we once were and are will be lost to vicious propaganda. 
The other day I was talking to an uncle of mine and he looked at me and said "Somebody has to take a stand. We need the black Panthers" I really do agree with that statement and it has me really thinking of my next move.
This is Still Hamzah Faruq and I will talk this mess till they kill me or shut me down... whichever comes first. Saying "Dont be a mass media fool and a racists tool lost in the new school while forgetting that we were once Kings and Queens

{THE SET UP} HIGHLY EROTIC

 THIS IS THE PLAYER THAT GOES WITH THIS PIECE

http://youtu.be/KsZynD0g-Mw

THE PHOTO IS OF A FRIEND OF MINE WHO MODELS. HER NAME IS NIA DELONG

She walks into the medical tent and I look up from the book that I am reading. It is from a series that the Colonel and I are reading together. Some tight ass sci-fi. I ask her "whats up?" We went to high school together and I had been stationed here for almost a year before she came to this post. Our relationship has always been easy. As she talks to me I look into her eyes, they are so big, so brown. Her voice is smooth like a fine brandy and it reminds me of home. All of a sudden my buddy clint bursts into the tent and tells me that I have to go to the hospital to pick up the supplies. We are in the field and the hospital is like 45 minutes away. I stand up and the sergent looks up from the papers that she is reading and says "take Vickie with you." Vickie stands up and the view of her hits ne so hard that I swallow hard. "GODDAMN! this is one fine ass woman. Her and the sergent look at each other and a look of knowing passes between them. We leave the tent and climb into my jeep and I reach over and switch on my boombox. We peel out to the sounds of Gregory Issacs. We leave the compound and as I drive down the dirt road I leave a cloud of red dust in our wake. After we have been riding for a couple of miles Vickie reaches over and switches off the boombox. I look at her as she drives and she tells me 'I have always had a crush on you." I slam on the brakes of the jeep and we grind to a halt. "What?" She does not answer, she just takes my hand and pulls me to her and kisses me. Her lips are so soft and her tounge sends me into overdrive. I am as hard as steel and it presses against the camouflage pants that I wear. I throw the boombox into the back of the jeep and I pull her closer and we kiss again. We are both in uniform but I need her so badly. I drive a little way down the road until I spot a side road and we pull into the woods. We are naked so fast that I dont remember getting undressed. I get out of the jeep and pull her to me on the passenger side and throw her legs across my shoulders and I kiss her pussy and suck her clit into my mouth. She grabs my head and pulls my mouth into hermound and grinds on my face as she screams so loud that if anyone were within a mile they would hear her. She pushes me back from her pussy and stands up and sit me in the seat and strokes my dick as she remarks how thick it is as a drop of precome forms at the head. She closes her lips over my dick and hums and I curl my toes. "Damn this woman is good!" She looks up at me as she sucks my dick and it turns me on so much that I pull her face up to mine and kiss her. I push her back into the seat and I push her legs back and I ram my dick into her as she screams and digs her fingernails into my ass. She screams over and over as I beat into her pussy with my dick. I have always loved a loud woman and I squeeze her breasts and spank her ass as I lick her calves. She cums and it sprays from her clit as I pound into her. I stand her from the seat and I bend her over and plunge into her as she pushes back into my dick and I can feel it as my dick slides into her womb. I fuck her until I cum all over her ass and it runs down into her pussy lips as she collapses onto the seat. She turns around and kisses me and reaches into the back of the jeep and pulls out a clean towel and wipes herself down. We go to the hospital and return with the supplies and as we pull up the female sergent walks out and winks at her. All of a suuden I think to myself " how in the hell did a towel get in my jeep?" They walk off and I realize that I was set up.

WATCH US. AN EROTIC PIECE

 THE MUSIC...

I get off the mike and my co-host takes over and he hands me the phone.We do a radio show at the local college station. I look at him and he gives me the groupie sign, a little something that we worked out a long time ago. She says "are you Yoda?" and I say "yes I am." She goes on to tell me that she listens to our show every week and that she always listens to my commentaries and the poetry that I read. I say okay and we talk for awhile before i ask her what her name is and where she is from. She tells me that her name is Maleka but everyone calls her phat cat, she is from Atlanta.  She asks me my real name and I tell her. We talk for awhile before my co-host gives me the sign that it is time to cut it short. Time to give away tickets to the concert. I get her number and tell her that I will call her later. As me and the co-host leave the station I call her on my cell phone and we talk for awhile before she asks me what I am doing tonight. I tell her that I am going to the coffee house to read some poetry and she tells me that she would love to come but she does not have a ride. I ask her where she lives and it is about 5 houses down from my friend who is going to the spot with me. I go to his house and pick him up and throw mt brother who is in the front seat with me the keys and get in the back. I guide them to her house and I walk to the door and ring the bell. She comes out and I am floored...she is only about 4'11 and her eyes are green. She says hi and I greet her back. She is wearing a sundress that is short and it accentuates her ass as she walks in front of me. I can see that she is wearing t back underwear and she smells like fresh rain. I open the car door and she gets into the car and I walk around and get in and introduce her to my brother and my friend and they are entranced by her as well. We ride and they dont even turn on the music as we all talk until we get to the coffee house.We park in the underground garage and go into the coffee house and get a table and order drinks. She gets an expresso and I order a ginsing up as the jazz band launches into a set. The music plays and she asks me a whole bunch of questions as the music feeds the vibe. She is so damn small and lovely that I am entranced by her. She talks to me abut my poetry and asks me where I get my inspiration from and I tell her that life is my inspiration and she asks what I mean. I look into her eyes and I start to recite to the beat of the jazz as the drums and the saxophone play in the background, I feel the trumpet and the piano and I bring my lyrics to match the flow of the music, She closes her eyes and leans into me and the beauty of she almost makes me want to melt into her skin, to live in the core of her. The band stops playing and she opens her eyes and leans into me and strokes my cheek and sends my mind into a tailspin. My friend is the first poet tonight, I am being featured so I have to go last. He gets p and spits some flow that the crowd eats up and comes off the stage , a few more poets go on and soon it is my turn and I go up and drop 2 pieces and try to come off the stage but the crowd will not let that happen and I have to do 2 more pieces. When I come down she has ordered me a roots drink and I sip on it. We talk to everyone at the table, my brother and friend have pulled 3 female college students to the table and one of them is all over me. Maleka is running block and she is good at it. After awhile she asks me if I would like to go outside and I get up quickly cause I can see that shit is about to go down between her and the other female. We walk outside and light up a cigarette and talk for awhile before I ask her if she wants to go to the car and smoke a blunt, she agrees and we go to the car and getinto the back seat and I roll a fat blunt of some of the crippy that I have. We talk for awhile and i notice that her panties areshowing and i reach over and place my hand between her legs and she opens them  a little more. I start to rub her pussy and she leans over and kisses me. Her tounge thrusts into my mouth and I suck it as she climbs onto my lap, I tear her panties off and thrust my fingers into her wet pussy and she moans and bites my neck hard. I move her to the side and pull my shorts down and she leans over grabs my dick in her hand and exclaims about how heavy it is before she takes it into her mouth and starts to suck it. Her lips are so soft and she knows what she is doing and I lean back and savor the blowjob as I play with her pussy. I stop her and I flip her around in the seat and throw her legs open wide and she screams out as I stick my tounge into her pussy. I lick her until she pushes my head away and I take my dick and rub it up and down her pussy lips and she arches her back to try to make it slide in. I jam my dick into her hard and she grabs my ass with her fingers and her nails dig in and it excites me so much that I beat into her pussy as she begs me not to stop. We fuck like this until she screams that she is cumming and I keep going until she cums again before I start to cum in her pussy. Suddenly there is a knock at the window and a light shines into the car as I pull out and my cum sprays all over her body and into her hair. I look around and a cop is standing at the window. He beckons us to get out of the car and we do. The cop looks at her body and I can see the appreciation in his eyes as he smiles and asks us our names as I pull up my pants and she adjusts her dress. He talks to us awhile before he decides to let us go. He is laughing at us and thanks us for the show and before he gets into his car he warns us to be more careful the next time. She looks at me and I look at her and we walk back to the coffee house and she goes into the bathroom to clean up. We meet like this a lot of times before she move back to Atlanta. It turns out that we both have a little bit of the exibitionist in us.

DROPPING SCIENCE

I break down systems, overstanding this babylon formed in distortion of truths.

As the blind wander in confusion I be trying to bring reality to this illusion.

While some sit pon high places in robes of black dropping life sentences on the dislocated masses.

 I be trying to get you to see antiquity, some real reality.

Shotgun blasts to the pineal gland or ere the silver cord be loosed, thats what isa said,this they dont cut  unless you're dead.

Brought to the earth by the union of al nas and an nisa, a man loosed to break down doors created in places thy cannot see.

Sitting with knees crossed and vision in hyper mode on this mine abode, looking in and beyond .

On the plain of allah do I dwell, looking at this vision of hell, this story do I tell.

Scientist, historian and phylosopher I be, living out this the sweetest melody.

My people ye be freed.

isa [jesus]

 al nas [man]

an nisa [woman]

pineal gland [he pineal gland (also called the pineal body, epiphysis cerebri, or epiphysis) is a small endocrine gland in the vertebrate brain. It produces melatonin, a hormone that affects the modulation of wake/sleep patterns and photoperiodic (seasonal) functions.[1][2] It is shaped like a tiny pine cone, and is located near the center of the brain, between the two hemispheres, tucked in a groove where the two rounded thalamic bodies join.]

SAVAGE SATISFACTION. XXX RATED {AN ON THE HIGHWAY WRITE} EROTIC

I ENTER THE ROOM A RAMPAGING SILVERBACK LOOSED. THE PRESSURE FROM ME CAUSES ATMOSPHERIC DISTURBANCES IN THE BEING OF YOU. I SMELL THE SCENT OF YOUR SEX AND BEAT MY CHEST BEFORE I RIP THE GOWN FROM YOUR TREMBLING BODY AND FLING IT TO THE FLOOR. I PICK YOU UP AND THROW YOU ON THE BED AND YOUR LEGS OPEN AS YOU FALL. I THRUST MY MIGHTY HEAD BETWEEN YOUR THIGHS AND SNIFF OF YOUR SCENT BEFORE I LICK OUT MY TOUNGE AND DRINK OF YOUR JUICE. WITH YOUR CLIT IN MY MOUTH. I HUM AND THE VIBRATIONS CAUSE EMANATIONS OF ERUPTIONS TO MAKE YOU MOAN AND I PUSH MY MOUTH INTO THE FOLDS OF YOUR PUSSY AND DRINK OF THE NECTAR OF YOUR CUM AS IT POURS INTO MY MOUTH AND I STAND AND PLACE MY SWOLLEN DICK TO YOUR LIPS AND YOU SUCK IT SO SWEET AND SLOW AS I THROW BACK MY HEAD AND REVEL IN THE BEAUTY OF YOU AS YOU LOOK UP INTO MY EYES WITH MY DICK IN YOUR MOUTH.BUT THE BEAST IN ME IS NOT SATED YET AND I MAKE YOU LIE BACK WITH MY HANDS ON YOUR SHOULDERS BEFORE I REACH DOWN AND OPEN YOUR LEGS AND PUSH THEM BACK UNTIL THEY LEAVE YOUR PUSSY SMILING AT ME IN A MOST IMPRESSIVE PRESENTATION. I SLIDE IN AND PUSH MY DICK IN UNTIL IT SLIPS PAST THE SEAL TO YOUR WOMB. I STAND WITH MY HANDS ON THE BACKS OF YOUR THIGHS PUSHUPS IN THAT PUSSY AS YOU BEG ME NOT TO HURT YOU. I RIDE YOUR PUSSY LIKE THE DANCE OF THE TOUBADOUR. SO EXQUSITE THAT YOU SQUIRT ALL OVER MY DICK,MY STOMACH, THE BED. I LIFT YOU AND TURN YOU AROUND AND YOUR SWOLLEN PUSSY LIPS PEEK AT ME FROM BETWEEN YOURTHIGHS AND I BEAT YOUR PUSSY AS I SLAP YOUR ASS AND YOU GRIND AS I GRIND AND THE FLUID OF YOU FLOWS SO FREE. I ROAR AS I BLAST MY CUM INTO THE DEPTHS OF YOUR WOMB. THE BEAST HAS BEEN SATISFIED.

VENOMS INTERLUDE

THE MUSIC...

http://youtu.be/_2-DDQQ-eOM

THE WEIGHT OF THIS SLIVER OF CREATION PRESSES ON ME, AND I SEEK TO REST FROM TIME TO TIME.

YET I DO THAT AND THE EARTH CEASES TO BEAR FRUIT.

 SO INSTEAD I TURN TO MY QUEENS WHO SILENTLY PERSEVERE.

IN VARIOUS MODES.

NEVER FAR, EVER NEAR.

  

I REMAIN THE DRAGON THUS DO I BOW,

AS IN THEM I NOW ARISE REBORN.

MUSCLES AND MASS UPON THESE BONES.

FIRE IN THIS SOUL IGNITED IN THE SMITHY OF THY KNOWLEDGE.

 

WHILE MY VENOMS REMAIN MY CALM IN THE STORM.

KNOCKA FYAH

THIS IS THE MUSIC FOR THIS PIECE

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kBMJ3Mt6jag

SOMETIMES IT SEEMS AS IF LIFE IS FALLING APART, AS I HAVE BECOME A VICTIM TO MY ART, WINGS THAT CATCH NO WIND.

SO MANY PIECES THAT I CANT SEEM TO MAKE IT ALL FIT, A WHOLE LOT OF STRESS AND NOT ENOUGH REST. 

TWO SIDES OF THE PICTURE THAT I AM.

SO I GO TO MY PLACE OF THINKING AND PERUSE THIS SITUATION.

A DERANGED BUNNY IN A MADMANS BRAIN.

WHERE THINGS ARE NEVER QUITE WHAT THEY SEEM.

I TOLD YOU THAT THIS WAS A MADMANS DREAM.

ON A WEDNESDAY IN OCTOBER  AS I BRING THIS VERSION OF VISUALITY.

I KNOCKA FYAH FROM THE SKY, FROM THE AIR THAT FLOWS AROUND I.

AS TIME SLIPS AWAY.

DAMN CLOWN

I REALLY DO NOT LIKE CLOWNS, GROWN ASS MEN RUNNING AROUND WITH THEIR FACES PAINTED ACTING LIKE DAMN FOOLS... AND WHATS UP WITH THEM BIG ASS SHOES? I ALSO AM TALKING ABOUT THE OTHER KINDS OF CLOWNS HERE ( I WILL NOT SAY ANY NAMES BUT IT BEGINS WITH ROB AND ENDS WITH BLOWE)

HERES TO DA CLOWNS.

 THIS IS THE MUSIC FOR THIS PIECE

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sO9UhxR29m8

SMILE AT ME AND I SEE THE REALITY, PAINT ON YOUR FACE AND A BIG ASS RED NOSE, MASKING YOUR TRUE BRUTALITY.I SEE YOU IN THE SHADOWS AND TRY TO RUN YET IT FEELS LIKE MY FEET ARE MIRED IN QUICKSAND, ITS THAT DAMN CLOWN ALL OVER AGAIN.YET I TOO DWELL IN THE DARK, THAT PLACE THATS DEEP IN MY HEART, YOU WERE DOOMED TO DIE RIGHT FROM THE START.SET YOU UP AND SPRUNG MY TRAP, LISTEN TO MY WINGS AS THEY BEAT AND FLAP.THE TABLES HAVE TURNED IN THIS DUNGEON, WHERE YOUR STRENTH BECOMES MINE AS YOU TRY TO RUN.AND THIS IS YOUR HOME UNTIL I TIRE, WHERE YOU WILL MEET ALL MY FRIENDS WHIP, CHAIN AND FIRE. YOUR EYES STREACH WIDE AS YOU REALISE YOUR FATE, TO LITTLE, DAMN CLOWN, TO DAMN LATE.I HAVE DWELLED JUST AS LONG AS THEE, SINCE THIS WORLD BEGAN I STARTED TO SEE.YOU THINK YOUR EVIL IS THE ONLY KIND? I HAVE LEFT OTHERS OF YOUR TRIBE LYING ON THE GROUND LIKE DRY MELON RINDS. NOW ITS YOUR TIME TO BEG AND PLEAD, SORRY MY FRIEND YOU BELONG TO ME.

DAMN IT ASH

I felt that an introduction was needed to introduce this next poem. I rarely dedicate poems to females in my notes. I mean I have written poems for female friends of mine but they are usually anonomous. The reason that I wanted to introduce this is because this is the first poem that I have ever written dedicated to a woman who was not of color. I debated this because of reasons that some of you may not overstand [not easy,not easy at all]. but reasoning won out. So this poem goes out to a good friend of mine who is as crazy as a poet comes...Ashley LyricalGymnist Diaz!!!

 

LIKE A SHOTGUN BLAST ON A QUIET NIGHT WAS YOUR ENTRANCE INTO MY INNER CIRCLE...SURPRISED AT THE STEED THAT YOU RODE.

YOUR WORDS SO TIGHTLY WOUND YET SO LOOSE IN BURNING FREEFALL...A SHE POETIC BEAST WITH A PEN PERCHED ON THE HIGHEST CLIFF OF KNOWING.

THE WAY THAT YOU RIP A SCRIPT IS VERBAL ILLUMINATION SO IMPRESSIVE THAT I STOOD IN AWE...STAND WITH DROPPED JAW.

WHITE CHOCOLATE SO SWEET THAT YOUR PSYCHE SEEM TO MELT PON MINE...PON MINDS...GOT MORE STYLE THAN PIMPED OUT CADILLACS AT A CAR SHOW.

THE INNER YOU CROSSES LINES DRAWN IN THE SANDS...KIND OF LIKE A PROPHETESS IN A SAVAGE POETIC LAND.

BY THE INK THAT YOU ELICIT...BY THE NATURE THAT YOU PRESENT...DOORS SPLINTER AND SHATTER IN THE WAKE OF YOU.

A BIRD IN A FOREST OF BURNT OUT DREAMS...WHERE SO MANY ARE LOST...MENTALLY DISEASED.

FEATHERS THAT SHINE IN LUMINOUS IRADESCENCE... A PHOENIX FROM THE FLAMES...EMPRESS ARISE.

ANNOITED ART THOU IN THE FIRES OF REALISED VISUALITY...WE WALK THIS PATH AS FRIENDS...STEEPED IN COMMONALITY...POETRY THAT TEARS DOWN PERCEPTIONS.

KINGS INTERLUDE

THE MUSIC...

http://youtu.be/vx8vdF5VvvU

THIS WIND THAT BLOWS ACROSS THE EXPANSE OF I MAKES I SEE THAT WE NEED TO BE FREED IT TICKLES THE BONES OF MY AFROCENTRICY, MY PEOPLE WE NEED TO ACHIEVE.

BREAK OUT OF THESE WALLS IN BABYLON AS WE TAP INTO THE MAGIC OF BEING WE,AND THE ANCIENTS WALK AGAIN.

FOR HUMANITY BEGAN WITH WE.

AND THE UNIVERSE AWAITS OUR ARRIVAL.

IGNORANCE MUST BE JETTISONED IN OUR WAKE.

FOR OUR SPIRIT CANNOT BE CONTAINED.

TO THE HEAVENS WE RETURN.

MY PAIN

 THIS IS THE MUSIC FOR THIS

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v7PSEXg1BsU

My pain reaches at me with claws unsheathed and scratches the surface of I.

In my bones doth it linger...the marrow of my bitter soul.

Broken wings of angels litter these grounds...skeletons of past lives lived in the purgatory of my very being.

Days where the light from the sun seems to be swallowed whole.

As I dwell in the abyss of dark agony.

My screams choked off until they are but a whisper from my lips...carried away on a bitter wind.

Splinters of wood underneath the skin of me.

How many more must die before the question is answered...to fall into the void of nothingness that exists spatially.

 My pain bears its teeth in the darkness of my being where we are equals on a purely mental plane.

For things that cannot be explained happen everyday...families murdered in the night.

Struggles against the demons that haunt visions so bitter that the air they create is putrid in its viscous viscosity.

A lonely traveler on a dark and winding road where there is no telling what lies beyond the next bend.

A beast dressed in the skin of man that strips the blinders from third eyes before he feeds on marked souls.

My pain is complete there is no beginning and no end to the depths ...

of my pain

WET FIRE [EROTIC POST]

WET FIRE [EROTIC POST]

THIS IS THE SONG FOR THIS PIECE

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Hnh-Hsxmt1c

I DESIRE TO WET YOU UP...

RUB MY FINGERS IN THE WETNESS OF YOU ...

LICK THEM AND TASTE THE SWEET DEW OF YOU.

TO LAY YOU BACK ...

AND SEE THE WAY YOUR CLIT POKES OUT AT ME...

BEFORE I  PLACE IT IN MY MOUTH.

AS YOUR EYES ROLL BACK...

AND YOUR CRIES TURN TO SCREAMS OF PLEASURE...

THAT MAKE MY  MANHOOD RISE.

AS THE  CORE OF YOU MELTS...

ONTO MY WAITING TOUNGE...

AMBROSIA OF A EBONY GODDESS.

EVERLASTING LIFE IN YOUR LOINS.

YOUR WOMB IS THE BIRTHPLACE...

OF NATIONS THAT HAVE COME AND GONE...

AS WE BECOME COVERED IN THE SWEAT OF LUST.

I ENTER YOUR LIPS SO LIKE A FLOWER...

PETALS THAT  OPEN ...

IN THE SUN OF MY WANT...

I STIMULATE YOUR HEART WITH MY HEAD.

OUR RELEASE IS LEGENDARY...

AS WE LIE IN SATED RELIEF...

I DESIRE TO WET YOU UP.

THENCE

THEY WONDER FROM WHENCE DOES THIS WIND BLOW THAT CARRIES THESE WINDS WHICH PRECEDES THIS STORM THAT IS I. FOR I LIVE IN THE SMALLEST PARTICLES OF DUST THAT DRIFT IN THE LIGHT OF THE SUN THAT SHINES THROUGH A WINDOW THAT LOOKS OUT ONTO THIS MENAGE OF LIVES. MY FYAH IS HOTTA THAN THE HEAT OF A SUPERNOVA IN INTERSTELLAR MEDIUM. A SHOCKWAVE THAT DECIMATES. REMNANTS OF MY INNERVISION.

YET I LIVE IN THE WORDS THAT DRIP ONTO THE PAPER FROM YOUR PEN AND USE THEM TO PROPEL MYSELF INTO HYPERSPACE WHERE MY ANCESTORS TRAVELED FOURTH DIMENSIONALLY. OUR ASCENSION AND THE SUBSESEQUENT LOSS OF WHO WE WERE... THE ESSENTIAL. ONLY IN THE ARMS OF A QUEEN SHALL I BE FOUND AS I JOURNEY TO THE WALLS OF HEAVEN.

 NEVER SHALL I LET THESE WORDS...THY WORDS DIE AS I LIVE INTO INFINITY, NEVER TO END... IN THE SEED THAT FLOWS IN THESE LOINS THAT BRINGS NEW LIFE TO SCORCHED WORLDS AS GRASS GROWS AND CHILDREN PLAY IN THE SUN... ANIMALS THAT GRAZE IN THE DISTANCE. WATER THAT FLOWS IN STREAMS THAT TURN INTO RIVERS THAT FEED THE SEAS...FOR FROM YOUR WOMB DOES LIFE ORIGINATE. AN EMPRESS OF SATIN SKIN AND HONEY AS YOU MELT ONTO MY MIND...SATURATING AND NOURISHINGLY SWEET...HEARTS THAT BEAT IN SYCHRONIZED PATTERNS.

BUFFALO SOLDIERS SONG

THIS IS DEDICATED TO THE BUFFALO SOLDIERS 

THIS SONG IS ABOUT THE BUFFALO SOLDIERS

 http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sVGI_G8AH68

I RIDE IN DEFENCE OF MY NATION AND MY PEOPLE,NO MATTER WHAT YOU THINK I AM EQUAL.

THESE THINGS I DO,STRANGE TOWNS AND STRANGE PEOPLE ARE FOR YOU.

AND I RIDE IN THE MEMORY OF MY ANCESTORS,WHO DIED AT THE HANDS OF EVIL MEN, THEIR SKIN THEIR SIN.

MAY THESE WORDS FLOW INTO THE WATERS OF THE RIVERS,AND THE VALLEYS OF THE MOUNTAINS, WHERE THE SUN SHINES THROUGH TREES IN SLIVERS.

AS ONE SHALL WE GROW AND ATTAIN,DIVIDED IS THE STANCE OF THE VAIN.

AND I RIDE TO THE FUTURE WITH WORDS OF PURITY,FOR THE GENERATIONS TO COME OF A SURETY.

THE WORDS OF ONE BORN TO THE TRAIL.

THIS IS THE SOLDIERS TALE.