Just My Thoughts: cryptic heart sorrows…

Just My Thoughts: cryptic heart sorrows…: "I ask myself, cryptic heart sorrows… Why does satin hug me like he misses me? Why does this lonely walk I’m taking feel familiar? Why ha..."

cryptic heart sorrows…

I ask myself,

cryptic heart sorrows…

Why does satan hug me like he misses me?

Why does this lonely walk I’m taking feel familiar?

Why do so many talk a great game but don't know how to play the card they're dealt?

Why can’t people stop talking about shit that doesn’t matter?

Why do people act like I’m a mind reader knowing that they fear that power?

Why the fuck do you think I’m ever going to back down?

Why do you think that my God does not protect me?  

Why am I cussin'?

Why is the smell of liar bullshit disgusting?

As is the smell of a lover with too many partners?

Why do I need to slow down and not you?

Why do I need to bow down and not you?

Can you not love me for who I am?

The Dragon with the wounded wings looking for a place to rest.

Why is a true sanctuary from the lies of men hard to find?

Why do the books I write look like women to me?

Why does the affair feel the same?

Why am I not surrounded by the ones I love?

-Graffiti Bleu…

rebirth

This is my life right here.

The rebirth of my creative life.

I have looked the dragon square in his eye and smiled at him fearing not.

I put the pain inside the pages lustfully.

I wept as I sung rich love down the hallowed hall.

I refused to forget her or our dance among the starlit sky shaped round her silhouette.

Missing the cosmic kissing, for it was my anti-venom.

The one thing that fed my light in darker skies.

I salute you with this simple song of eternity.

For you and I fit together like Sun and flame.

You change form like a daughter who becomes a mother.

I trip as I watch you born again inside the pages dancing freely planting seeds where we preform...

I trip as I watch you born again inside the pages dancing freely planting seeds where we preform.

”Just-I-See Justice”

     As the ice came down and flame found its stride in


the X-mas chimney, I laid ink in cursive to the fallen


white. Next level I embrace you in the company of


an old friend. I travel lifeless through the cosmic


energy of my rival’s survival. I have looked into


despairs pit gazing at the whole in my punctured


heart. I stare at the abyss and see the bottom of a


waste basket filled with crumpled paper. Knowledge


peeks through the folds revealing life lessons. I


learned that inspiration can uninspire. I learned


better flow when I stopped apologizing. I learned


that there is no point in housing a soul without a


voice. I’ve felt the warmth of humility and the icey


fingers of be trail. Lost old friends and gained new


ones. I’ve learned how to shut the fuck up and listen,


finally. I found irony in the peers that taught me fear


in naive youth, only to make me feared by the fearful.


I learned to lust for chocolate treats and brandy,


heating my lungs in spirit and flesh. I learned the


sadness of a nigger’s definition then refused to


participate. I learned that I only feel lonely when I


entertain hate at the party of joy. I became


reacquainted with the bottom of my reflection and


saw growth inside silver whiskers. I learned evolution


was imminent. I learned that the greenest students


make the best teachers. I learned the karma of


passive aggression as well as the importance of a


secret war. Iv’e learned to be agreeably disagreeable. I


have learned the persistence of evil thoughts who


travel through the fibers of your pillow case. The


seduction of sugar when one sails solo. I’ve learned


the dance of spirits as they told tales of what really


mattered.


I learned to love again.

Just My Thoughts: Tasting Game... (Teaser)

Just My Thoughts: Tasting Game... (Teaser): "Shout to my my Main Man, Super Producer 007zman. We finished the lyrical section of the spoken word album tonite. I feel reborn with the com..."

Tasting Game... (Teaser)

Shout to my my Main Man, Super Producer 007zman. We finished the lyrical section of the spoken word album tonite. I feel reborn with the completion of this project coming closer with the mixing and mastering phase being next. I will blog only a small piece of the lyrics for the last song to make the cut.

I proudly present this teaser I call...

Tasting Game

I lick the two gate keepers of my spoken words

Remaining speechless trapped within the day dream of a day dream.

Smiling at the prize that lives south of your navel

It grins back at me side ways

Patiently waiting to reward me for patiently waiting.

Finally

The flower I chase now stares at my face.

Oooo… How I’ve waited for this day

Not nervous, or anxious but auspicious.

You rub my face to guide the way to your delicious.

My apparent submission isn't lust its trust

I’m proud to explain the process that gives you the gift of my open mouth.

Now let me school you to this tasting game.

I keep peaches, mango's and melons in the crisper.

I feed you grapes between mind sex whispers.

I only cook you the healthiest food of the soul.

Oh yes it was a set up to get wet up.

By joining you in showers, washing your back for you.

Indeed it was a set up to get wet up.

By making sure that you never inhaled the smoke.

Does it make you bananas keeping pineapples in the freezer?

Then sucking the syrup like an Italian ici?

I place it on your tongue; you say I’m nothing but a teaser.

My plan is coming together quite nicely.

From first glance to first kiss I prepared the meal which is you.

However this meal of beauty is more than skin deep.

Now let me school you to this tasting game.

 Its not coincidental I peeped the sweetness of your mental.

You can tell a lot by how a woman acts around his friends and family.

So I taste tested by placing you in social situations.

For all you were a treat to meet.

You stood tall without making people feel small.

My family adores you and my rivals want bone you…

You're just going to gave to get the music CD to find out how this ends 
;)

Graffiti Bleu~

Just My Thoughts: Pillow Fight (Return 2 Sexy)

Just My Thoughts: Pillow Fight (Return 2 Sexy): "This is some of my earlier work in story teller... I wrote this story about 4 years ago. Those who know me and have read the book (PPP AEA) ..."

Pillow Fight (Return 2 Sexy)

This is some of my earlier work in story teller... I wrote this story about 4 years ago. Those who know me and have read the book (PPP AEA) may be able to tell the difference in writing styles. Also since it soooooo cold outside I am compelled to talk about the times when it was a little warmer...

“Pillow Fight”

The block is hot. The humidity alone will make Satan tell the truth. Its 99 degrees today. My lover & I are spending the day by the water. I thought it might be cooler by the waves that she craves to be near. (I was wrong). Even it seems to boil. Her temper has been short and her audible has been curt today.” My patient’s is growing thinner than the humid air flowing threw our nostrils. “Let’s go back to the room Baby!” She says irritated. HHHHHHHHHmmmm, not her style to snap at me. I remove my shades & wipe the sweat from my brow. I look at her souls windows for an apologetic face. There is none. She turns her back to me a walks away! Fucking flipping her hair in the process. AWWww HELL NO, it’s to hot for this shit. She does the “sassy walk”. Marching to the hotel with the grace of a runway model as I follow. I study the rhythm of her ample ass. Like a dinner bell it has me salivating like Pavlov's dogs.  “We say nothing in the elevator. She just stares at the bulge in my pants with this sarcastic grin. “Is she playing me?” I think to myself. I must admit all this heat and gangster attitude is tapping into my hearts demonic side. It has me wanting to drill her into submission. So much so that I don’t realize I have been growing love below pleasures since we hit the lobby.  It takes us a few irritating minutes just to open the door with the electronic key. It opens finally! We burst threw the door like the Feds expecting to feel the chill of air-conditioning.

Wrong again. “Didn’t I tell you to crank the A.C. before we left!?!?!?!?” Amber says like talking to a 2 year old.

“Don’t be such a Bi…………………..!” Whoa! Totally out of character for me! I save the game in the bottom of the 9^Th by catching the T-C-H with my mouth like Derrick Jetter. I have never hit a woman in my life. (Short of an affectionate smack on the ass) & never have I used the “B” word outside of sexual role playing. I did not call her a B-I-T-C-H, but I wanted to. Her eyes are as wide as deep dishes on a Beamer, but I wish I knew why the fuck she was grinning?!?!?

My Lover is ever changing like the Goddess she personifies.

Emotions mimic seasonal colors in transition.

I love that feisty shit, her tantrum multiplies.

I ponder ways to exploit her condition.

She’s playfully pissing me off.

“One in the chamber!” her words mock.

I need to hit her with something soft.

Then ease the stiffness of my ……

I smack the taste out of her lovely mouth with a pillow from the California King. She is furious! She grabs the other and we go at it. We trash the room in the process. Goose feathers are everywhere. She giggles every time she lands a shot. I am frustrated that she is so good at this. Time to man up. I hit her square on the ass with the pillow so hard she looses balance and lands on the bed. I pounce on her immediately. She submits. I rip her sky bleu blouse off revealing her sweaty D-cups. I lick the salty sugar from around her nipples frame while I have her wrist pinned. I never touch the nipple itself. It drives her mad. “I want you Bleu…Now!” She says emphatically.  Her cries are in vain. She knows she will suffer the sweet pain of learning patients. She instigated this torture.  Now she will pay in spades. Finally I give her aching nipples one firm suck each. No more, no less. I flip her onto her belly. I take the remainder of the pillows & prop them under her so that her ass is at a higher altitude. Then I spread her legs as far as her mini-skirt will allow. Her sky blue panties are drenched. I tickle her tender folds with my pinkie smacking her ass while I tell her how bad she’s been today. I place that same finger in my mouth and taste the slightly salted mango. I am throbbing now and unable to tease any further. She grinds the pillows in circular movements as I remove my tank and shorts. I only stoke her with the head. She is savage with lust at this point. This is what she wanted. Now she will feel the wrath. I enter her suddenly and deeply. I plunge into her steaming hot wetness & forcefully grind her as my own sweat rains on her arched back.

Her g-spot throbs uncontrollably. Never have I felt her orgasm so quickly. The pleasant surprise of her early arrival has me stiffer now. I Bring her legs together with my own making her kitty squeeze me tighter.

Then grind harder.

      

     The headboard plays percussion on the adjacent wall.

           She whispers my name.

                       I explode.

                                The A.C. Finally kicks in.

                                              We sleep.

Graffiti Bleu

Just My Thoughts: "The Pain That Answers to God" (Letting Go)

Just My Thoughts: "The Pain That Answers to God" (Letting Go): "Shoulders heavy with comprehension’s failures Making bare feet drag through hot rough sands. High noon beams reality in despair’s dessert Th..."

"The Pain That Answers to God" (Letting Go)

Shoulders heavy with comprehension’s failures

Making bare feet drag through hot rough sands.

High noon beams reality in despair’s dessert

The truth’s blinding light masking its own existence.

The Horizon holds no promises

So I make one to my soul.

“Stop sweating Start replenishing”

I remove the weight from my shoulders and become lighter.

I lay a belt heavy with bricks next to it and feel a cool breeze.

I lay my thinking cap down and feel the earliest rain drops.

They provide pleasant stings on my brow

Each splash more pleasant than the last.

Still ash knuckles houses united fingers.

Good fortune never finds a clinched fist.

To quench my thirst I must open my hands.

To quench my thirst I must open my hands.

Vindictive as they still deal with the pain I answer to.

They mock me, my thirst and they mock the true King.

My tongue swells dry from the taste of dessert sands.

I fight frustration and aggravation but lose to humiliation.

Humility brings me to my knees and lowers my head in prayer.

God speaks and I listen.

My eyes close as the undrinkable rain runs down the back of my head and neck.

Every drop provides calm as he reminds me of the days when we were closer.

Those wicked rides on emotion’s roller coaster.

My suicidal thoughts in those days of despair.

And how I’d forgotten he even was there.

The confusion that smothered lovers, family and friends.

The pain won’t obey because it answers to him.

I submit to his greatness and divine control.

My hands finally open and I drink from his soul.

My pain is gone

My love is strong

I am reborn

I can go on

My pain is gone

My love is strong

I am reborn

I can go on.

Graffiti Bleu.

Just My Thoughts: "The Sit Down"

Just My Thoughts: "The Sit Down": "Just because you have a knife, fork, napkin and appetite doesn’t mean that you’re bringing something to the table. Funny, how a love starved..."

"The Sit Down"

Just because you have a knife, fork, napkin and appetite doesn’t mean that you’re bringing something to the table. Funny, how a love starved heart makes you see a meal in the empty hands of the sexy who’s the first to approach. Many are guilty of judging a soul with rose tinted glasses. In an attempt to learn from the lustful mistakes of the past by moving too fast,

I slow it down,

I break it down,

This is called:

"The sit down"

The table is set, blanketed in mutual attraction but lust alone is not a foundation it’s an emotion.

I liken emotion to a dandelion wrapped in the bosom of a gentle breeze making true love just a wish.

Weightless, beautiful but incapable of sustaining the weight of the imminent burden that follows romance like a long slender shadow.

Who am I?

I am a novelist, author and poet who desires more than just a short love story.

I am seeking a romance worthy of an epic tale worth dollars.

A trilogy worthy of a debate by scholars.

We can’t sit at the table bargaining love chips with the currency of skin.

Without being connected first from within.

So day by day I respect your feminine gangsta by finding out your life plan.

Even if there is none.

Perhaps we can make one.

Or perhaps we can let our love flow spontaneous like ripples of water and flickering flame.

Producing a passion not fit to be tamed.

Making both hearts pound.

Creating such sweet sound.

But first let us have...

A sit down.

You handle my truth as I handle yours.

We teach each other to find definition through transition.

We teach each other love restitution through love evolution.

Our bond overcomes opposition and has no competition.

Our bond’s constitution fuels loves revolution.

But evil never takes a day off...

We are surrounded by negative energy trying to find balance by breaking the link that bonds two would be lovers. Like the darkness of night raps itself round a tree.

And like the tree we can no longer see, like love itself we know that its there.

So we wait without fear for the imminent dawn.

The sun light appears like the Lord himself. Not when we wanted it, but when we needed it.

We then give thanks for the wisdom that built the foundation.

With the stones of friendship and the mortar of trust.

Now you and I are successfully us.

As Queen and King we walk together having earned the coveted

his and hers crowns. But it all was made possible by keeping it real

during our sit down.

Graffiti Bleu