Crossroads…

Dirt dust flowing with the flow of wind blurring sight. Heated breaths stink up sound as a weapon released for the fight. Buried in dry lips is the good forgotten due to time took too long to give reason to the madness. Wasted thoughts rotting the memory is what’s left of the misfortune of unwanted happiness. Stones move figuratively through the air but never crack glass houses where monsters breed. Motions aren’t seen on the backside of a blind spot where friends tend to gather for the feast. Whispers flutter like a birds whistle until everyone knows just one version. Crowds shift as scopes seek foes hiding in the diversion. Scented pillows fade when cleansed of the filth that was once in display. Walls trap minds needing desperately to live outside the box far from the dreams that can’t escape. Concrete bridges don’t burn like the wooden Pinocchios that face fucks life. Showing teeth in a smile etched out so beautifully tastes more venomous lies than a snake can bite. Crossroads rarely have roundabouts for merry go rounds to perform relations shit show. Tide in tide out is every other day of wondering when a floatation device will save a home from before it erodes. Sight blinks as faces change expressions quicker than promises are kept. Trust is a word that’s chewed up and spat out for convenience’s ability to prioritize what matters most in depths. Growth at max capacity is complex in its complicity to outgrow patience waiting for a real use. Ends remind beginnings of the flaws that haven’t been corrected as two fingers wave a truce…

Look at me…

The lower the lights go the more your eyes take shape. I can see the rage in your hormones that race. They’re something I’d luv to trace with my fingertips. To get me even closer to your lips. To taste them in a kiss in the preserve of the dark. That’s where I hear the howling in your heart. The faint breaths that come to life. Where I sync to the creature you try to hide. I enjoy when we collide and I sink into you. I grind to the feel to the way you move. There’s a thirst upon your tongue that invites me in. A sound from within that makes me crave again. I listen to you moan so I know how to play with your sex. You’re what I need as I stuck on your neck. Digging my teeth into your flesh I want a bite. But it’s when I go down is when you tend to excite. Your curves adjust to pleasure to feed my hunger. I bow to be you luv’r. To see you looking down at my nibbling your lip that’s pinched between your teeth. As your head leans back for your lingering eyes to close for it to breathe. I’m the monster you wish to tame. But it’s you I have barred to the flesh begging for an escape. To free you is to be accepted into the daybreak comes back around. You’re such a savage when you tease me with sound. As I’m up for exploring your body with lustful groping that drives you insane. Roll on over, arch your back and take real girth that can be explained. Mmm, it’s how your hips rotate as in sliding in. My hands are free to roam to squeeze a grip. Perfection is a breathtaking awareness we obtain fuckin the way we do. We’re just to damn good at it to not put us to use. With a ooh and a weeee, we give and take. Speaking distasteful fantasies we never say. Not until the sun fades upon the horizon as fur is to begin. Choking a freak like you is a dangerous trigger sought out from within. We’re one in the same as we burn the room without a savage being lit. Fuck me with your eyes and make my dick spit. All over your face, nice and warm. Do me and I’ll do you until the day we mourn…

You’ll find me…

You’ll find me in my playlists going back and forth. Riding it like a coaster on a memory attached to the music wanting more. Lost, I’ll be in tune with myself for it’s the sound within in which I cannot hide. Pulsating to a rhythm my heart understands what’s epic to my life. As there’s no one song that completes me so I’ll forever be listening. Singing, bopping, grooving as I’m whistling. You’ll find me looking for sounds the masses have never heard. Easing my pleasure to be soothed by that one line that intensifies my worth. I’ll be surfing my pulse as the bass drops, as the strings stretch, as the vocals explain me to me smiling from mirror to mirror. From solo acts to ballads to silhouettes and duets, I’m in sync with the melody flowing with occasional tears. Grinding for happier times that’s found an orchestrated masterpiece that defines all and the above. You’ll find me in my mental feeding my heart true luv. It could be the sound of an acoustic or a drum roll so precise. At one with the vibe, give me a 432 hrz to ease my mind. You’ll find me as content as having it all. Just me with a few notes in moment that’s untamed and raw. I’ll be grinding in the grit or floating with something so soft. There’s lyrics on a beat that speak in sweet sympathies that haven’t a flaw. You’ll find me adjusting to reality in the way my head nods. Felt deep enough to relate to a creation that hits the spot. Taking me away for just a lil bit. Its therapeutic to enjoy what makes sense of the coming and going and what’s being missed. You’ll find me, that you will. Descending and flying as I climb chords to touch them for my own thrills. You just havta push play to reach me from the other side. I jus hope you have something special to share that I can add to my sighs…

A line…

Carrying the vengeance of men that women created within. With a line if crossed is the end of inconsistent behavior only boys allow. Standing upright with enough pride to know right from wrong, yes in proud. But not as arrogant as a woman’s ego waiting to scorn a man’s heart willing to do right. Silence is met with a combative mindset out to seek and destroy even the simplest thing as a sigh. The weight of burden to correct our masculinity on the rise isn’t so heavy when it’s worth the cause. The mentality of the real ones gather self to move differently than how a woman tends to wanna orchestrate through tones as she avoids her flaws. There are no words when the shoulder turns about for the back to be exposed. That’s the canvas she does her best work on when her way isn’t a priority to the instinct of a man’s hold. In the dirt there’s a line set for boundaries to mingle if the necessity acquires the need to do a lil more from time to time. When face to face is staying in one’s place to show characters has character worth a fuck that shines. Weighed down and moving forward is free will to survive with or without a female trying to get in. Either way I’ll remain me with a determination to never be controlled for all I wanna do is live. She can have her rules I don’t agree with as I ignore every one of them. It must makes sense to everything I am without emotion’s push and pull that for some reason hasta vent. Zero fucks given on a level of submission bcuz my mother is dead and gone. I grew up and know who it is I am and I like me in my peace sitting at home. In good company with my manhood intact hoping the next one doesn’t wind up just another ex. A woman is for sex, a special kinda thrill and my softer side when it has something to show. I havta do what needs to be done as I don’t mind being bein the bad guy all alone twiddling thoughts of luv. Knowing, if given the option a woman will cross a line to see how far her authority runs. They have more issues than actual moments with them that are fun. I’ll lead my life without a follower if it must be. The truth rolling off my tongue will forever say I’m happier when I’m free. On this side of a line where I belong I’ve seen how solitude is so soothing. Yet I ain’t afraid for a female to come along and move me with a ooo we. Work me loose and be the lightning in my skies that light up my nights. With those squiggly lines I’ll bend but I’ll never break so I’ll never submit to the hype. No matter how deep the thunder pounds in my chest there’s always a darkness to claim the absence. I’m just not the type to be bothered by the sadness. Like all the others that I uphold by being a better version of what we are. To sustain the foundation that’s been cracked and chipped away just wanting to do our part. There’s just ain’t a loss worth giving up on me. A line is what helps me breathe…

On read…

On read. That’s where I sit with the silent thoughts of your mind. Pushed to the side for more important things going on in life. In read. I wait for a response I don’t seen to be worthy of. As I question why I should cater to ask and the above. On read. It’s in my face like a an unfiltered slap putting me in my place. I can hear the distance resting conversion staring at tired name. On read. It’s not been hours but days that creates the wonder of significance lingering about. I find it humorous there’s no reply as if words are actual sound. On read. I’ll leave my exposure with you before I shave myself into being belittled. I’m not one for the inconsistency of being fiddled. On read. I’ve become the pause just in case something for meaningful fell through. My guess is you can’t juggle me in bcuz fit me you have no use. On read. It doesn’t matter that much to me. Delete…