Sweet Dreams & Rude Awakenings


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Ran from a past, filled with psychotic aftermath(s)
Later, married a martyr; victimized by his deeds
Ultimately devastating in, complete, totality

Perished marriage was not, for me, a possibility
Two, I had to cherish; as tender seeds
Emotional upheaval is not what they had need

I thought it to always be, about family
That void, deep within my thickened skin
Wisdom grew from where, once, I thought I knew

On the other side; of this insanity
Reality welled in utmost calamity
Knowing the difference was pure madness; to me

It isn’t a matter of who grew you
Love, sometimes need be renewed, too
By others, than who you thought….

~A knew you!



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Your thoughts are completely askew
Your mind’s racing, nonstop
Nothing new

Haunts of an endless past; long ago dead
Possessed by keepsakes of such misery & dread
Exhausted of the reminders lodged in your head

You fight through your flashes of being abused
Beat & sexually used by those who “loved” you
Petrified of what strangers would be inclined to do

Held prisoner to a plethora of disturbing outrages
Belittled & berated by so many, callous & jaded
Abhorrence poured onto you in every way; each day

Nightly you’d beg & weep, the lord your soul to keep
To bless you with eternal blissful sleep
The only place you felt complete; alone & asleep

XXX~What’s the Question?~XXX


XXX~What’s the Question?~XXX


Her witty mind, she doth not think sleep
Slipping between satin sheets
Seeking the warmth of your heartbeat

Her glossy lips to her painted fingernail tips
Once to marvel at her subtle curves & rounded hips
Ready, willing, wet & juicy lips

Sweet nothings whispered from her speech
You cometh to rise and blink thine eyes
No retreat from such a fine surprise to greet

Wrapping your hand around your shaft
Restraining your cock; hard like thick glass
Wanting, needing, begging, pleading

Wishing it was thrusting to seeding
She climbs on top & your chest she’s kneading
Her luscious slick lips; they, need feeding!

Gazing into your hazel eyes; they lock
Your engorged manhood & sex appeal, rock
She starts to slide onto your pulsing cock

Do you tell her to stop?


Iron rich laden liquid of life’s remains; you do bleed
Spilling forth w/the blade of this knife
Riddled with agony it slides down the drain; this life

Blood flows to absolve you of the pain
Momentarily, relinquished of further disdain
Deeper & deeper it screams at you in vain

It grips your soul; telling you to quit & fold
Hark? No angles will appear!
Only the devil’s ugly head does rear

Ravishing your insecurities @ your core
Whispering wicked ways of you being such a whore
Your punishment of kept alive;


Time freezes, in mid stroke, the room stills w/melancholy corroding your every possible thought; you choke.

Eroding further, acid eating your mind away. Consumed by a sadness; awoken, what once did lay.

You feel so drained, used up, and abused; nobody left of who you thought you knew.

The air to thicken, painfully escaping between your lips each breath slips.

Your solemn tears abashed & riddled with fears of reaching out to anyone near.

Voices emanating from yesterday. You’re reminded of the moments your mother would say, “A pity party is all your doing anyway.”

Denounced, berated, belittle, & jaded is how most of us walk away that feel emotionally inundated.

Those boot straps I’m ready to use, pull them up like you tell me to do & wrap them around my neck, a time or two.

Goodbye to you~

Do you hear voices?

No, She said,
They are all my own; my friend(s)
They do not speak in a different tone, in the end

Dependent on the static of your current awakeness
They will argue to fight on which one is right
Preaching each possible reaction to action(s) of a fight

Exhausted before your eyes are to open
A mind racing once your thoughts awoken
A body feeling already drained & broken

Trying to find a reason to not give up and to be dressed
Struggling with thoughts of suicide seems more pressed
Pondering the point to all the banter in your head

Living life depressed~

What A Man!?

He’s tainted the golden chalice
Wrecking relations w/pure malice
Spreading havoc to hatred; so callous

Ridiculing those that are mild & meek
Refusing medical for preexisting health physique
Ripping away benefits & the right to speak

Dissonance & insolence
Corruption for greed to breed
Get on your knees & bow to thee

Poverty plunging to an all new low
The gap of the one percent does grow
Government detached, bought, & owned

Making America great; his biggest fallacy to date
Divided we stand, shoved by his esurient hands
Grab them by the pussies so he commands;
what a man!

When do we take that stand
Show others we are a country; Grand!
Dignified with diversity and the upper hand

Let’s stop being the laughing stock of the land

Not So Broken

Draping everything in a glow of early dew honey
Cresting through her thin curtains; lovely
Rays to devour the dark & turn sunny

Baby-lings set on her sill; she opens, a lil
Reaching up for their tranquil quiet still
Exemplifying to her strength & fortuitous will

Clouds to cover the cast
Darkness came back full mast
Plunged into haunts of a long dead past

From scents to sounds all around
She should have had better solid ground
She was unsound & feeling beat down

Walking taller each and every day
She isn’t going to let their dismay lead her way
She breaks the cycle further today!

Opening wide; the curtains she’d hide behind
Welcoming in new experiences for her to align
She is, for sure, a one of a kind of a find

She’s not unceasingly caught on rewind
She’ll eventually blossom into something more divine
Just give her time…..


One on one, the dance seductively begun
Letting down her hair, trickling past her bosoms some
Once in a tight bun; she let go, for some fun

Scantily dressed, merely in a lacy panty set
Precious pearls majestically dripping wet
Dangling between her beautiful cleavage & silhouette

Quivering under your soft manly touch
You grab her by the waist & squeeze much
Moans of lust escaping from the rush

Grinding her hips to each of your thrusts
A passionate inferno, of two lovers, entrenched in lust
Temperature rising to flames; both rupture to combust

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