Perusing The Perimeter

Dancing in the sheets. Lusting in the wind. The sun has fallen. Class is about to begin.

Coddling confidence. Sharpening tack. Rewinding ignorance. Blind as a bat.

Take all of your exaustion. Spill some blood, sweat and tears. Focus before you get lost in what you have most grown to fear.

Chameleons in cahoots. A reason not to poot. Akin to skydiving without packing a chute.

One foot in the box. Two toes on the line. Three times three should equal 9, most of the time.

Subtly spoken. Educationally equipped. A glass of bourbon. He only likes to sip.

Madlessly mischievous. Marvelously mundane. Mentally muddled. Idiotically insane.

No rhyme. No rhythm. Time to realign my thoughts. A line. A trigger. Questions being sought. 

Questions being sought. Nerves being nipped. A step closer for nought. Emotionally unequipped.

Radically random. Tubular to the core. How are you trying to win if you have yet to score?

One day closer. One day further. It’s poetic paradox. 
“In solitude we are least alone.” 

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Pheromones & Frankincence

Fresh cut grass meets the morning dew. Majestic sunsets and cordon bleu.  Pecan pie and potpourri. Honey dew melon and smoked gouda cheese.   

Perfume pardons. Cologne colludes. The only reliable things are pot and booze. Lust is simple. Love is a dream. Some people just crave a more intiment scene.

Respect and admiration. Folk and fore. When one door opens, two doors are no more. Because doors never close and feelings always change. Every meow and again we all need some strange.

Unrest is black. Tomorrow’s norm. The general population has yet to spot the forthcoming storm. Evil is evil. It has no color or shape. In 49 states, I think, a rape is still a rape. 

Fire and brimstone. Hail and sleet. God damnit, Dre. Where’s the got damn beat? Tell em Lil Jon, aww skeet, skeet.

Lust Me. Leave Me.

Hispanic, white or asian. Makes no difference to me. Tres and san both translate to three.

Open you mind. Undress your heart. Bias is naive. Hate is tart.

Cynicism, a blessing. Intelligence, a curse. Voices, a weapon. Understanding, a nurse.

Translation of feeling. A touch of silk. The higher the ceiling. The thicker the ilk.

Crispness of kinetics. Atonement of sin. Random yet able. A wall in Berlin.

Forgive me. Surprise me. Invite me in. Just remember all I do baby is win, win, win.

Monotony saves races. Diversity expands minds. Another day, another dollar. Lemme hit it from behind. 

*”A question that sometimes drives me hazy: am I or the other ones crazy?” ~ Albert Einstein

*If love is blind, then why don’t blind people seem happier?

*”Even the finest sword plunged into salt water will eventually rust.” ~ Sun Tzu

*”Don’t worry about people stealing your ideas. If your ideas are any good, you’ll have to ram them down people’s throats.” ~ Howard Aiken

*”There are no old roads to new directions.” ~ Boston Consulting Group

*”Our wretched species is so made that those who walk on the well troden path always throw stones at those showing a new road.” ~ Voltaire

The Skreets

The more I learn, the less I understand. The more I speak, the less I should have said. 

Perception of choice cut twice with soda. Chickenheads are twinning as they pan for clover. Drive slow homey and remember to keep your composure. 

Solar eclipses can cause the blind to see. Optical illusions of a foreign memory. Negligent of space. Unopposed to time. The oats we sew come to roost in ample time.

Starting off hot isn’t as important as finishing strong. The pace you set is the chorus to your song.

Calamity is coming. I can smell her near. Drop what you’re doing, man up and try to show no fear.  

Close one eye, hold your breath and gently squeeze your dear. No time for reflection. Ain’t nobody got time for your tears.

*Listen with your nose. Smell with your eyes. Watch with your ears. Feel with your heart. 

*If love doesn’t cost a thing, then why do women expect men to pay?

*Do they build stairways to Hell?

*Public opinion is more important than most facts. 

*You pick the roads you take, but you can’t control the traffic.

*People love humility. It momentarily distracts them from their own failures.

*I love you more than a gremlin loves the seven dwarfs. 

*”As soon as I cum, I come to my senses.” ~ Lil Wayne

*”Show me a hero and I’ll write you a tragedy.” ~ F. Scott Fitzgerald

 

A Note To My Illigitimate Child

Two times a lady. Three times a charm. Seven times is Gospel. Better sound the alarm. Love is poetic. Life is blunt. Death is sporadic. A sacrifice bunt. Birth is genetic. Dying is a cunt. Knowledge is apathetic. Ignorance a punt. All things considered. Going with your gut. Look both ways. Don’t get caught in a rut. Wash your hands often and brush your teeth twice a day. If anyone tries to punk you then dance and jab like Cassius Clay. Honor the veterans that you meet and give thanks when it’s due. Before passing judgement, consider life in their shoes. Never forget where you came from. Or those you step on while you grow. Always use manners and putt for your dough. Optimism and perspective sprinkled with brown sugar and cream. Keep your chin up and try to wait for the seam. Trouble comes in threes so never double down. Whenever I come to visit make sure you have some Crown. Mess up early and often. Ask questions until they’re annoyed. Wear gloves to pick cotton. Always try to stay employed.

Above all find religion and faith of some kind by any means. Keep one in the chamber and treat two women like Queens.

Free Agency

Monkey see monkey do
Learned behavior through and through.
Next man up, blackhawk down
Forever faithful, without making a sound.

Diabolically delusional, chaotic to the core
She killed him softly, he combed the shore
Scorned, lusted, exponentially thick
Pressure points, a flicking tongue and a whole lot of

Sick, twisted, emotionally lost
Doing whatever at any given cost
Pay with time, learn with greed
The day before tomorrow is yesterdays seed

Floating without clocks, sulking without wine
You worry bout yours and I’ll worry bout mine

Sensational Semantics

Grey is only grey until sheet hits the fan. A dollar is only a dollar until the shifts in the sand. Then, a lighter is worth two pies and some booze. And, Daddy isn’t coming home with a new pair of shoes.

Slivers of gold mixed with sparkling wine. I spent a year there that night before I even cracked the blinds. Breaking the mold, her soul devine. She liked to be choked and taken from behind.

So, grasp her ass, grab a glass. Pretentious players show some class. Grab a lil’ grass, flaunt that sass. Timorous guys crank out crass. Supply the mass, catch some bass. Keep the glass half full and don’t clog your vass.

*The key to a woman’s heart doesn’t have a kia logo on it.
*Remember when liberation was as simple as coloring or chopping off your hair?
*Doing the right thing for the wrong reason is no better than doing the wrong thing for the right reason.