Sunday, September 8, 2013

Many Faces



Many Faces

You are a woman with many faces, and I’m a man with many eyes’ only to reveal your many faces to the light “meaning that I see through your deceitful words and jesters”. Your manipulations have neither boundaries nor mercy. 

You are your very own infection inherited by the one who spawn you on to this world. In the eyes of God time stand still therefore making your life and the way you choose to live it nothing but a portrait for “He” to view. 

I may not have the abilities or the wisdom to judge your portrait, but from my perspective views it’s nothing less than a broken mirror! A Replica of your mothers distorted portrait of your upbringing “meaning your youth, and hers.” You are not a mother with wisdom! You are a dictator and your feeble words of insults are your weapons of choice that you have chosen to try to cripple your daughter’s psychological process of how they view life… you’re not a mother! 

You’re just a broken mirror of your mother; trying to pass along your broken goods onto her and your other children. It may be too late to mend your reflection, but not for her or her, nor him. She will be the one who leads their hearts to the possibilities that life has to offer without the negativity's that you tend to reflect upon them.  

With all the faces that you bare, can you guess which one of my eyes are gazing through your defenses? “The answer is that you can’t!” because you have too many. I look down upon you with a condescending gaze, because I am not of you nor am I like you. 

Your words mean nothing to me, nor will it ever! You will try to respond back to this e-mail in the hopes that I will read your meaningless psychology of how you feel and so on, but it will simply get deleted along with all the other trash that I receive on a day by day basis. 

You may try to speak to her, but you may want to think about it twice because you wouldn’t want to come off as contradicting to her, now would you? Making statement such as “don’t call me anymore, or don’t talk to me anymore” I mean a real woman say what they mean, and mean what they say! But then again you’re not a real women or a mother at that.
P.S
This is a quote that someone once said Don’t blame anyone else but yourself when she gets older and learns to resent you for what you allowed to happen to her.” You need to take your own advice!
  “You make me sick to my stomach.  I did not raise dogs, but somehow I have a daughter who acts like one.” This is how your mother feels towards you! So just deal with it…. You know what! I think you should GROW UP and be your OWN WOMAN.  Stop letting these him think for you” It’s like you said “what lies in the dark will come to light and it won't be through me, it will be from YOUR own daughter” You know! The way your mother did to her mother and you have done to your own.


Wednesday, September 4, 2013

Heathen Feet




Heathen Feet

Insecurities runs towards it… fold after fold… time fold! I’m confused but yet I stand my ground… I’m about to be transform into the ground… rebirth into the Grim Reaper… without a soul, without thought.

I am here to be commanded! He rested her hand behind my back and gave orders one handed… his grim, her face, his nose, her glare… scarf so high… business minded… election stare! Transform my genuine thoughts… my innocent into fears.

Fight, anger and destruction among man of nations that I have no quarrel against... brotheren create divisions and I have not begun to shed one tear… I carry a scythe! They call it a rifle… I stood deep… a helmet… they call it a halo.

They transform many of my brotheren’s… many of my sisters into enemy of life! I am the carrier and the disposable, but yet I went so far into these grand fields… landmines explosions in my mind and I can’t begin to despair… because I call it forth with one single breath, with one single rotation of my scythe.

Recycle and recite these words … I am birthed into this world to rejoice everything and everything… for I am everything and everything! Everywhere we are is not controlled by another… for they are controlled by greed…

Something that has been preconceived… pre-collected… pre-consumed… a disease infested within the womb… they are birthed with the notion to control… they feast on death; they feast upon agony… their obese… the belly of the beast! They’re gluttony has no rest, have no feet!

Please gained stability… let you’re awareness bring forth flesh to you… let you’re understanding decay your scythe… let your love bring sight… let that helmet wither away… let your back sprout out wings because peace is what you are… love is what we are… we’ll dine in heavens doors and let these heathens eat their own feet's.            

Sunday, August 25, 2013

Drawers



Drawers

I open the drawers to your heart… the cabinets to your mind… the understanding of your body in mind… soulfully you lay… I reach out to you… so gracefully and tender… I’m exposed to you!  Pullout those wrinkles of clothing in my heart that I have worn… over and over… again…

I know they are indecent… I know they are tainted, but here! Take them… and hang them for me, wash them for me, clean them for me… I slowly reveal to you what’s within my cabinets… My borders are revealed.

Follow me and repaint me… provide me with a different combination… a different sequence of patterns as my hair is unleashed on to my back and I fall asleep… on top of your mind… I climbed…

These mountain peaks… I fall, I fold… and hopes that I am reclaimed re-cleanse, re-clench by your hands! I see all these through the structure of your hands. The sadness in your eyes and the way sleep falls into you at night.

I will wear all the clothing of your emotions…. So proudly that I will create a scent that our life will forever be stained with! So wherever you may linger your vision, whatever you may smell, wherever you are!

Know that… I… am… these clothing inside of you… I am these emotions that you wear. The belts… the garments! I am proud to be me! I am proud to be you! And I thank you for this evening… I thank you for this evening! Thank you for purchasing me! I am your antique! I am your brand…thank you, thank you!     

Puff puff


Puff puff

Yea! A woman… a woman feels as thou they can do whatever they want to do, and granted they can… I mean it’s the same playing field… I mean where playing the same game… different views, different aspects but we fall with the same parachute.

Your pair of shoes feels just the same… it’s in the matter in which you choose to wear them, but what these chicks don’t understand… what these women don’t understand is that their cashing in their integrity! Their cashing it in!

Well that simply isn’t wifey material… I mean when you exhaust all you’re funds… your integrity funds! You find yourself in… just a loan. You then want a good dude, but that dude is going to find out that all along that you needed a loan!

You need some integrity loan! If you don’t, then you’re going to find yourself all alone… I mean write-up a code like… divorce papers… like bitch! If I only knew that all along you were all alone… I wouldn’t have had you following along… I dislike this type of shit!

Your tongue is long… you have multiple lives… you’re like Pinocchio without the wooden nose… if you know what I mean? It’s without meanings at all! You’re simply monstrous the way you conducted things… You conceived me... No, No! You didn’t give birth to me! You freakin deceived me… you gave birth to that!     

You could’ve made me your enemy… looking into all these concepts… I came to one conclusion! You have to embrace them, after all… she taste so good! I mean I licked her up and down… My GOD! I got a buzz! She smells so good that my eyes rolled back and caught shivers, I mean my body too!

I had to merge the two, so I pop the cork and soothe my throat! I soothe her throat… I picked up my gears and went down… she took all of me in… she gargled me… In return I intoxicated her insides… sooth her mentally and when she grabs me, she inhales me and releases me…

I immediately consume her room… filled it with my aroma… I love when she fucks me! Two bad bitches fucking each other… they call me breeze, and I Moscato, but some call us “Mary Moscato” yet we could be naïve, we could be a real bitch, I could have my tantrum but I’m sweet as plum!

Blue Berry Kush… Sour Diesel Kush… I’m fine as FUCK! You know where to come to get more… Fuck, Fuck, Fuck! You know where to come to get more satisfaction out of your Fuck, Fuck, Fuck! You know where to come to please yourself… I would love to please you; of course I want to please you! Puff… Puff…thank you.      

Wednesday, August 7, 2013

To the end


To the end

I'm chucky and you're my bride, like Bonnie and Clyde...