Just My Thoughts: Poet's Pursuit of Pleasure (Hustler'z Code) Sneak ...

Just My Thoughts: Poet's Pursuit of Pleasure (Hustler'z Code) Sneak ...: "Hustler’z Code · A mission is to be defined and a leader must be identified, appointed and followed with an unmatched loyalty by ..."

Poet's Pursuit of Pleasure (Hustler'z Code) Sneak peek at book III.

· A mission is to be defined and a leader must be identified, appointed and followed with an unmatched loyalty by the strong and honorable.

· The conglomerate recognizes all of its members as having equal power within the organization. However, an even distribution of power often delays progress. Thus the only display of a hierarchy within the conglomerate will begin and end with its appointed leader.

· Physics and economics must be equated into any movement in an acquisition of power. As well as the physics of economics, meaning; “It takes money to make money”

· No one man of bone and flesh is all knowing. Thus, a routine meeting of all conglomerate members is necessary for proper growth. Equal say in an open forum to all members promotes “Collective Wisdom”

· Conglomerate members must be proven students of the game in which they play. Students who are unwilling to learn from teachers are not loyal to those teachers or what they profess

·   All members will be held accountable for their actions inside and outside of the organization. No member is above accountability regardless of skill, seniority or earning potential.

·   There are tolerances for all decrees of the hustler codes except one; There is an order of NO TOLERANCE of any member “breaking rank” This is punishable by one of two ways to be decided by the leader of the organization. Membership privileges are to be stripped or the member will be put to death.

      

Breaking rank is defined as disrespecting the position of or defacing the character of any member of the organization.       

"Success is elusive to my brothers and sisters who organize to collect the paper that has slave owners printed on them. Their celebrated wigs and powdered faces are green for a reason. They are envious of your time because it is right now. Slow and steady is the race that will last for a lifetime. Stay on the path of what matters to your heart and these decrees will serve you well"

-Levi Sinkler

Grandmaster New York City Dragons ~

Just My Thoughts: Poet's Pursuit of Pleasure (Intimate Rivalz) Sneak...

Just My Thoughts: Poet's Pursuit of Pleasure (Intimate Rivalz) Sneak...: "Prelude No one else seems to see it but it all seems so clear to me. My youth painted blurry pictures like a rain drop on an eyelash. Mixing..."

Poet's Pursuit of Pleasure (Intimate Rivalz) Sneak Peek inside book II

Prelude                                                                      

  

Spiritually, we are all connected to one another by cosmic threads. These threads are filled with emotions. Threads filled with love are thick and strong. Threads filled with hate are weak and easily severed. Most people can’t see them, but they all seem so clear to me. I confess that twenty-twenty vision was not always the case for my insight. My youth was painted in blurry pictures, like a rain drop on an eyelash, the water mixing colors that at first didn’t appear to be harmonious, like orange and gray. Yet, in the blink of an eye, age and wisdom cleared my lenses. Maturity helped me bring the connecting threads of all relationships sharply into focus. Some are easy to spot, like the damp leaves of fall on a rained-over highway. Others hide from us in plain sight, connected by threads that are as thin as the peach fuzz on our skin. Blink and you’ll miss them, and that could be costly. Some threads act like the tripwire of a booby trap for lost souls. They make situations explosive and optimal for falls from grace for those who wander too close to them. I will not be the one who is unaware of his surroundings or unaware of the gravity of these imminent moments. Stakes are high, and I am reminded nightly of that through the repetition of a dream.

I’ve had a vision of a woman every night since Amber’s marriage proposal. Her image comes to me late in the twilight hours in the form of a mistress in love with the sound of her own voice. Her energy always feels like the calm before the storm, that love before the hate and that dusk before the dark. I look deep into her eyes, which are both as black as the desert’s oil. I look at the blood red skin that covers her amazing body and the number 13 that is tattooed on the left side of her neck. The only piece of clothing that covers her crimson flesh is my favorite button-down shirt and a pair of steep stiletto shoes. She tells me that she’s the spirit of competition, and her name is Rivalry. She is no demon, but she looks like one, reminding me of a spider weaving silk where the breeze lies still. Like a one-night stand remembered for a lifetime, we know each other by a shared memory. This memory involves Rivalry carving the palm of my right hand with one of her many long, black fingernails. She begins where the dark lines of love and life meet in the folds south of my fingers. Blood rises slowly through my cuts that now glow red in the shape of a pentagram. I feel no pain in this dream, but I feel dread. It feels like one feels after hearing bad news. It makes my body tense as one does in the seconds that precede a car crash. It is at that very moment when I wake from the dream, every single time. I am well aware that dreams often coincide with whatever plagues the subconscious. For example, a dream about drowning may mean one is troubled about having enough time; a dream about flying may embody a yearning for one’s freedom. I am not well-versed in the arts of dream interpretation, so I will seek help from someone who is. What I do know is this: my inner circle, including myself, consists of five people, so I’m positive that the pentagram represents them.

What I cannot figure out is why the number 13 is on her neck. My gut tells me that each member of my circle will have to survive a rivalry with the other 4, however the math on that is 10 rivalries, not 13. I will go with my gut on this one and ignore the math. “New levels, new devils,” as my step father Levi would say. We all have to survive this phase of the game if we are to get to the next echelon. My countdown will begin with the number on her neck that’s associated with both good luck and bad. Hopefully, when the countdown is done, my family will still have its bond intact. It seems as though our work is cut out for us. If Rivalry is true to her name, then she has the power to stroke an ego with one hand and turn friends to foes with the other. Her spirit can slice through the connecting fibers of any family’s blood kin. I also know that a family that goes through such a trial may become stronger or estranged. I do not want to bid farewell to yet another circle. It makes you harbor feelings of contempt toward each other and jeopardizes the family’s legacy. Surviving the storm is only half of the problem. Reconciliation afterward can be just as painful if you realize that what you have after the storm is not what it was. I don’t believe the sexy red woman named Rivalry is a demon simply because she’s not all bad. She tests us by speaking opposition with parted lips whenever people elevate while unified. For those who listen without fear, rivalry is healthy and remains one of the true ways to build character. Those who listen fearfully become easily consumed with selfish tendencies. Some argue to win instead of debating to understand. Some find themselves proven wrong or unjust but stay consumed with vanity and saving face. Some find themselves void of humility. Some are so consumed with victory that they forget why their war was declared. This is a shame because life is supposed to be good now. I have captured my dream, defeated my enemies, and found a goddess who wants to marry, but all of this beautiful energy is new and untested. The odds against my success will increase proportionally to the success I try to obtain. So for my circle, my soul, and the love of my life, the road ahead will be difficult to navigate.

I find myself in upstate New York headed north, speeding through one quiet town after the other. Asphalt races beneath my feet, lonely and unforgiving. I greet it with a hot kiss from two rubber lips. My heart races like a plane down the runway as I explore the unfamiliar. The early morning rain failed to wash away the colors of the changing leaves of autumn. Shades of burgundy, red, and yellow blur into a unique orange. The mango-colored treetops kiss the still gray skies. Those colors seem more harmonious than before because they surround me. Even the golden leaves on the gray pavement remind me of my vision. The symbol flashes again in my mind’s eye as I pop the clutch and twist back the throttle. I bring the front wheel slightly off of the wet pavement as I speed ahead to resolve some unfinished business.

Poet’s Pursuit of Pleasure

Intimate Rivalz

The Pentagram symbol—to earth-centered religions throughout history as well as to many contemporary pagans—represents the feminine spirit or force, the cosmos or spiritualism, Mother Earth, and a sacred space. The five-pointed star is representative of the four primal elements (earth, air, fire, and water) and traditionally a fifth, called spirit. The circle binds them together to create life

Levi Sinkler—Spirit: quintessential principle of conscious life; the vital principle in humans, animating the body or mediating between body and soul.

Anthone “Graffiti” Bleu—Fire: a purifying, masculine energy, associated with the South, and connected to strong will and energy. Fire both creates and destroys and symbolizes the fertility of the God. Fire can heal or harm and can bring about new life or destroy the old and worn.

Amber Love Smith—Earth: Connected to the North, Earth is considered the ultimate feminine element. The Earth is fertile and stable, associated with the Goddess.

Fierra Jackson—Water: Water is a feminine energy and highly connected with the aspects of the Goddess. Used for healing, cleansing, and purification, Water is related to the West and associated with passion and emotion.

Tiffanie Tai—Wind: Element of the East, connected to the soul and the breath of life. If you’re doing a working related to communication, wisdom, or the powers of the mind, Air is the element to focus on.

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The "Toe Game"

     Ladies: Your "Toe Game" has to be up to be up to par when dealing with a man like me. When I first discovered I had a ferocious foot fetish, I was Embarrassed & kept it to myself. I was pleasantly surprised to discover there were more & more men & (women who like women) that absolutely worshiped a perfect pair of pedicured puppies. Thus I came out of my shell & would love to share some "foot facts" & a true story of "Feet Gone wild"

1) A Foot fetish is not a true fetish. A true fetish is described as "having a sexual attraction to a non-living object" (Such as shoes) Feet are part of the human body so they really don't count.

2) There are levels of foot fetishism. I simply love the way long legs & symmetrical feet look together. Some like dirty feet. Some like getting trampled & some even like getting kicked in the Damn face. Painful & dirty is just not my thing.

3) A pedicure alone does not make a foot sexy: Ladies if you are 5"9' & you have size 13" X2-wide man feet with veins budging out of them like Mike Tyson’s neck during a fight

THAT SHIT IS NOT SEXY.

And now a true story........................

The Time Feb, 1995.

The place Laurelton Queens N.Y.

I was in full stride of my bachelor hay-days & was in the Kitchen of my impressive 1 bedroom apartment just an earshot from JFK international Airport. Cheffing up my "Go to" Meal Chicken fettuccine Alfredo for this blind date that I was expecting in 30 min. A knock on the door revealed a beautiful 22 year old girl from Trinidad with hazel eyes named Yolanda. "JACKPOT!!" I was on some pimp shit back then & asked the young lady to remove her snowy & salty boots so as not to track over my new jet black rug (I was young sorry) With a reluctant smirk she removed her boots. Her feet were so small I believe she had a females size 4. I popped in a VHS tape of "Basic Instinct" let her have a seat & completed my culinary. I smelled something foul. So I am embarrassed thinking my Alfredo sauce has bad dairy.

I open a window, the funk lingers.

I light some candles. I can't shake it.

I turn down the heat.

NOPE.

     I put my nose in all the pots & cant pinpoint it's location. DAMN! So I look at my lovely date and notice she has her feet twisted & tucked under the fucking couch! OOOhhhh Hell No! (I think to myself) So I figure give her a chance. After the first wave of funk hits it SHOULD lose it's intensity. Right?!?!?!?!???!! Wrong. Threw the whole meal she was acting like she knew but fuck-it "This is me" So I am watching Sharon Stone stab this dude with an ice pick in the flick & I can't help but fantasize about stabbing her damn stinky dogs. Call me shallow but after the last bite of food, I called her a cab & she started crying because she knew. There is no way feet that small should have funk that large.

     Did she not come from home? I might have gave her a pass if she worked all day in a damn wet toll both but she called me from the crib!!!

Lastly, If her "Toe Game" isn't up to par Lord only knows what she is working with in "The Love Below" area.

Just My Thoughts... GB~

Just My Thoughts: Haters, Bitches & Snitches

Just My Thoughts: Haters, Bitches & Snitches: " There are 3 games I am involved in currently. These games are known as corporate, lov..."

Haters, Bitches & Snitches

    

     There are 3 games I am involved in currently. These games are known as corporate, love and life. I am in the midst of playing all 3 with a mild degree of success. The more I play, the savvier I become. The savvier I become the dirtier the games become. New levels, new devils my mother would say but the tricks appear to be merely a new spin on that same old shit. Since evil never takes a day off, I have decided to shine some light on those dark shadows. If you aren’t about being positive, unity or overcoming the current self serving nature of man please close this blog immediately. The realness of this shit may cause diarrhea, nausea and vomiting.

     Basically the devil has 3 soldiers that do his bidding regardless of the hell he plans to unleash. These minions are well equipped to disrupt, derail, and disturb any energy that plans to unify people. So if you have God’s light in your heart he will send you 1 if not all of these people, the hater, the bitch or the snitch. “Hater” is a term that is thrown around loosely as of late, without a clear definition. Most people think that you have to hate someone as a person to be “Hating” on them. This is untrue. For most people don’t hate the people they hate on, they hate what that person represents or embodies. Mostly this is done when a person embodies or represents what another person strives to be or wish that they could be. A selfish person may hate on a selfless one. An introvert may hate on an extrovert. An unattractive man may hate on a handsome one and so on. Again, they don’t actually “Hate” the person, they just hate being reminded of what they may or may not ever achieve. My advice to haters on this on is simply “stay in your lane” Because truth be told for every thing you may envy about someone else, there is something someone envies about you.

     Now then, even if we had a magic potion that could cure all the hate in the world we would still have to deal with “the bitches” Bitches can be male, female, transgender, gay, lesbian or bisexual. A bitch by my definition is someone who simply is unhappy. Typical “MO” of the unhappy person, is to spread that unhappiness around like cream cheese on a bagel. Its what they do and they are extremely good at it. Great bitches are so good at being a bitch, they are actually proud of it. I was in a meeting with 2 bitches and 1 bitch said to me “La Mont, why are you being bitchy to this bitch?” I said “I wasn't being bitchy, I just refused to speak to someone who was being bitchy to me” Then the other bitch said “We are bitchy to everybody” with a smile. Wow! The H.B.I.C. (Head bitch in charge) saw nothing wrong with this statement and that in itself was disturbing because it confirmed that she was a bitch too. My advice to bitches on this is simply “Learn humility” Most people who are unhappy simply aren't content with their current position. I am not suggesting that anyone not strive for the higher levels. I am merely suggesting that you count the blessings for being at the level you currently reside in. It is only when we feel that someone owes us shit, or that we are “entitled” to things we don’t have that those unhappy or “bitchy” feelings overtake our spirit.

     Lastly I would like to speak on the snitch. No one loves a snitch, but the snitch remains as the most elusive and clever of the devil’s army as well as the hardest to identify. Most snitches feel they are snitching for the greater good. This is a lie that is so fat; it needs Maury Povich and a fork lift just to get it out of the house. For if the snitch really cared about the person they were snitching on, they would tell them directly to their face. Why spread negative energy around? Why involve people who don’t need to be? Snitches are dangerous and extremely clever, they have to be so that they can gather information. They can’t snitch about what they don’t know. My advice to snitches; “Stop being a coward” A coward dies a thousand deaths, a brave heart dies but once. You may find success in the short term, but you will find yourself in a lonely place. In 24 years of professional experience, I have never seen the “snitch” EVER successfully climb the corporate or social ladder and stay on top. Why? The top position is a trusted position, and who in the hell can trust a snitch?

On a personal note I must add that I usually don’t blog about negative energy. My philosophy is that speaking on it gives it power, and it doesn't deserve a verse. However, I cannot hold it on my heart without letting it go. That shit ages you. I have to speak on it now because I just went through a number of betrayals by each soldier. The most recent betrayal being last week by an extremely trusted friend. What does this all mean? It means that I’m closer to achieving my goals and nothing more. I wasn't even surprised by the evil because like I said earlier “New levels, new devils” For all my people that are about something positive, please don’t get discouraged when you witness a new spin on that same old shit.

Peace and Blessings~

-La Mont Anthony Wright AKA Graffiti Bleu.