hopefully the Knicks get their shit togetha tonight

I cant blame Melo for that loss ALL THE DAM KICKS played like shit D Williams dropped 40 on Lin and why the hell was Amare even on the court

ive been cheating on you

You've been working up to just straight up asking

to tell you about something I've held in secrecy
well I guess you know by now
that well
i've been cheating on you
not with a women but with my poetry
U see!
she reads me like a book and reflects the inner parts of me
shes alive and somehow she always entices me
with all of her available lines helping express my creativities
she baptises and sometimes truly releases me
i wanted to multiply my family by you
but she the only one who births divine life from me
so when you go to sleep at night
sometimes I sneak off into the moonlight with poetry
when you pick a fight just because cause you not feeling right
I go and state my side to poetry
yes! i must admit it FINALLY
I 've been cheating on you with poetry

she's undefined FINE

See…
She…
Can’t be defined 
By no cosmetic line
Hot combs
That stick with the stench of spritz
Glamour without the glitz
AND SHE KNOW GOT-DAMN WELL SHE THA %#&@$!!
She can walk outside with pride
Wake up with no make-up and still shake up a man’s insides
Without lipstick and erect a stiff dick
Through the sincerity in her eyes 
The subtleness of her smile 
And intellect that project
Through her individual style…

She don’t need to be a maybelline 
Or Neutrogena Nymph 
Her foundation is -Christ- not any
Bargain-priced Mary Kay pouch that look real nice 
She adds spice the way her body can play
Tricks on the mind looking so damn fine
In basketball shorts posted up on the line
Then 
Flip the script on Sundays through skirts 
With a fullness leaving these white girls hurt
Head to the sky 
No weave, gel, or clips, and can grow her own nails 
Without the European tips
A model in her mind rocking sweats and a tee
She don’t have to put on Revlon to holla at me
She’s a natural beauty
She knows she’s a queen 
And don’t need a Cosmo to define what that means
Not lean like the sticks stuck on all the magazines
She’s mastered her grace and embodies her space
So cool and serene when she embody a place
With a spirit and soul that knows no inferior 
Exquisite inside without the caked up exterior

She’s a natural beauty and she knows what it means
To be real and been true from the start 
So her essence could never wash out or fade
Cuz her make-up’s instilled in her heart!

nothing like a PEACH

as i grasp the fruit i begin running my hands over the silky skin.

I like to feel every little bump and crevice. I really get into it,

feeling the soft little hairs on the peach as I lightly rub my finger tips over the skin.

Feeling how the flesh gives when I press on it. I allow my fingers to roam

over the skin until I feel the hard nub at the very top,

making sure to rub my fingers over the "stem" as I follow it downward into the crevice.

I enjoying the smooth feel of the stem as it gets deeper into the slit.

Exploring how the flesh presses against the stem.

I notice how much pressure on the soft spongy flesh is required to release some of the nectar.

I scoop up some of those juices on my finger and bring it to my mouth. 

Touching the finger to my lips, I allow the juices to roll down over them and onto my tongue.

I taste the tangy flavor of the nectar as it coats my tongue. Savoring the intoxicating taste

and smell as I lick the finger clean, I watch the juices spill down the soft skin and my mouth waters for more.

Watching the liquid pool into a drop at the base I quickly grab the fruit and bring it to my mouth

and I moan as I taste the succulent flavor of the nectar. I slowly glide my tongue up the soft skin,

licking up the juices that have been released from the moist inner depths. I lick my way up the crease

all the way to the nub on top. Flicking my tongue over the hard little nub I move back down into the crevice

and let my tongue languish in the silky texture of the wet skin.

Very slowly I use my tongue to pierce the skin getting to the soft moist flesh under it. As I do the juices squirt out onto my tongue and flow down the skin faster than I can control rolling down over my chin. I press my tongue in deeper, sucking the flowing liquids out quickly as possible, using my tongue to squeeze the juices out of the moist flesh, licking as deep as I can go

Getting the juices all over my lips and chin in my desire to touch the very depths. Pressing my hardened tongue deeper into the flesh... curling it and lapping out the juices as the flow from the inner depths. Feeling the skin's fur rasping against my lips as I suck the never ending flow of juices, trying to find the very center of the delicacy in front of me. 

Finally my tongue reaches as deep as it may go and yet there is still untouched depths. In frustrations I gently pry the skin apart with my teeth and fingers. Opening it up, my mouth starts to water as, more juices flow from its deepest depths.

I attack it sliding my tongue into the deep untouched depths. Feeling how the soft moist flesh parts on my tongue

I groan sucking the juices out of the pit of the fruit in front of me. I moan in ecstasy as I finally run my tongue over the very center. Sucking and nibbling I finish the feast.. making sure I eat every last piece and then pull away and looking in the mirror

I smile noticing the juices from the delicate morsel have gotten all over my face and chin.

.........?

through my current i felt her essence it wrapped me in a shroud of
love the same loved which flowed through my river as I continued to
drank from her cup i became intoxicated with lust a desire which started
down below my mind was dazed as I fought & tussled wondering if the
feeling was mutual then I cought a glimpse of her dilated pupils as they
rolled to the rear and her heaving chest rising and falling with every lap
of my tongue which urged me deeper into her fountain of life as she
reached her peek the climax of our journey my body begain to cramp
my neck strained and cracked as I sat up i realized i was dreaming so
I jus wiped the crust from my eye.....& dozed back off praying we meet again

my pen and me

Lifeless-
Rigid-
Soul-less-
Yet soulful-
Mass manufactured for personal needs-
Yet she happened to find me-
She and I hold a bond unlike any other-
I can confide within her-like a newborn to a mother-
When other girls come around-she never becomes jealous-
She just patiently waits, cause she knows we will be held again-
She’s the reason why emotions don’t clog my chest like angina-
She’s sexy in her own way-with no breast, butt, nor %#&@$!-
She’s more of the listening type, consoling my soul with her very silence-
She’s the real poet here-suggesting I write about a love with a strong alliance-
She’s my best friend, through thick and thin she’ll never leave-
I need her like cannabis smokers claim to need weed-
She’s my hook, my addiction; she’s my nicotine-
A championship tandem…the pen and me!

LIN LIN LIN .....i think melo and lin will work just fine what yall think?

i decide my fate

When u examine the way, they beat rodney king,
its important 2 appreciate, each brutal blow, and sting?
b4 u kiss his pinky ring, realize he's the beast,
disguised as officer friendly, or your local police?
peaceful marches get maced, right in their face,
make u feel unloved, sorta out of place?
chasing you with dogs, and blowing a powerful fire hose,
some women with babies, got swept off their toes?
nobody knows why these bigots, are being so damn mean,
or maybe why the president, is even on their team?
spending our green, then asking us 4 more,
got feds, and I.R.S., knocking at my door?
roaring like a lion, looking 4 their snaps,
leaving notes on the door, saying they will be back?
if i attack, then im wrong, thats a entirely different song,
made me feel kinda lost, like i dont belong?
is all white folks wrong, find me one that relates,
just understand, the white man, wont decide my fate?