Just My Thoughts: Dildo Days

Just My Thoughts: Dildo Days: The poet said:  "Dildo days/ She can't deal with wish wash ways She knows where its been because she knows where it lays&...

Dildo Days

The poet said: 

"Dildo days/ She can't deal with wish wash ways

She knows where its been

because she knows where it lays"

My reply...

Interesting that a creature with so many dimensions/ can compare a dildo to a man with such conviction/ 

Female, as spontaneous as the winds that usher in the chill of a changing season/ 

Female, known to flip the script while telling you the reason/ 

Female, the one males hate to cross out of fear they may get even/

My ego’s in check tho/ I fear not the stiff plastic/ That lays in shadows of a night stand waiting for the fantastic/ wetness in the gloom of night when your libido gets drastic/ elastic as it me be/ It is not me/ spastic as it may be/ It is not me/ Drama free/ absolutely/ but also free of emotion/ in spite of its devotion/ The heart is where the orgasms start/ loooooong before the flower petals part/ long before the syrup becomes hot enough to drip down walls of sweet sugar cane/ the g-spot must be tickled in the center of your brain/ Even though you know this well/ allow me to explain/ Plastic that’s stiff/ and a tired wrist/ can’t be sexier than this/ a male & female selflessly sharing their gifts/ Intellectually/ foreplay that enhances things sexually/ and when you are done/ after the many times I've made you cum/ We’ll have conversation and exchange our wisdom/ 

Pause/ 

In the event this is the night you are insatiable/ I will pull your little friend out of the night stand so he can fuck too/ Now look at you/ My tongue playing helicopter on your clit/ while I thrust your rubbery friend inside you/ Damn Bo/ You've got me hard again/ with your cum on my chin/ and now I want to fuck too/ tired? I don’t think so/ but out of consideration we fuck slow/ till the Sun says hello/ through your bedroom window/ and as you sleep I pay the bills due/ then scramble up an egg or two/ Surprise you with something new/ then lay out the day’s options for you/

So I digress…

Dildo days/

I realize you can't deal with wish wash ways

you know where it’s been

because you know where it lays

I know when I’m not around you have to do your thing/

Just know when I am around that I am the true King/

GB

Just My Thoughts: The Horse and the Carrot.

Just My Thoughts: The Horse and the Carrot.: Use your mind for a moment and picture a carrot and then picture a horse/ Imagine the carrot represents wealth and the horse repr...

The Horse and the Carrot. #REMIX

Use your mind for a moment and picture a carrot and then picture a horse/ 
Imagine the carrot represents wealth and the horse represents the citizens of the world/ 
Use your mind and place that carrot on a string which hovers just over the horse’s nose/ 
Now attach the string to a stick that hovers over the horse’s back/ 
Attached to its neck and chest is a yoke attached to a pulling cart that’s behind its ass and tail/ 
Pause/ 
Once wild and free what the horse does not see is how he or she has been broken/ 
I wonder if the horse thinks about the manipulator driving the cart or how life was before domestication/ 
Running through open fields with passion forcing its way from its lungs/ 
Steam exiting out of its nostrils, turning into white clouds as its hot mist comes in contact with the cold air/ 
Life tasted, savored and swallowed, drinking from the wilderness and lakes that are made from the melted snow crystals of mountain tops/ 
Does the horse dream about strong strides and fast speeds? / 
Are those dreams filled with subtle little details like the random patterns of winds at a season's change? /
Regardless of what it may or may not think, the horse is an incredible example of nature/ 
It is a beast and a metaphor for power in the flesh/ 
Some argue that true power is of the mind, not muscle/ 
Funny how folks don't associate strength with intellect? 

To flip it, let's make the horse as smart as it is strong/ 
What if the horse viewed us as a nation of sheep, ruled by wolves and owned by pigs?/ 
What if the horse perceived his master as a compliant sheep?/ 
What if the horse understood every lie we've ever believed as well as why every lie was ever told? 
What if that animal perceived us as easy tricked and amazingly distracted? / 
What if the horse knew that most fear the loss of a job they hate? / 
What if they looked at us dumb for buying shit we don’t need?/ 
And looked at us stupid when we try to impress those who don’t matter/ 

That would be one smart horse/

But that's not reality/ 

The reality is we're no smarter than the horse/ 
For example; when the carrot is love, the horse is the one blinded by love, eyes flooded with the glowing light of the pursuit/ 
When the carrot is fame and fortune, the horse is that arrogant artist heavy with talent and light on humility/ 
When the carrot is a war disguised as peace, the horse is the believer of false media and propaganda/ 
These metaphors are not designed to be an outline for those who fall in line/
Or those who refuse to open their minds, for fear of what they may find/ 
The verse was crafted as an expression/ of my mind’s many questions/ Sobering digestions and digressions about the nature of oppression/

Watch your desires closely and before you reach make sure you’re not blind to the facts/ 
You may be pulling a cart for someone exploiting the strength of your strong back/ 
Perhaps you are the wise who chooses not to see feeling you've earned your comfortable position by your own merit/ 

I just wanted to touch your conscious spirit/

The Horse and the Carrot.

Just My Thoughts: "Razor" #Poetry

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She was so used to my flow with words of poetry/ that she said that my voice sounded weird when I emcee/ In my mind I'm trying to razor that box/ Bonnie and Clyde Fort Knox/ Until we're stopped by the cops/ Clyde is my creativity in this metaphor/ Bonnie is the music/ and we're both at war/ With the cops who represent status quo/ so the guns must be the flow/ bullets must be the words I'm spitting/ On the run from mediocrity/ trying to put a lock on me/ and throw away the cell block key/ and give my art to the authorities/ Authorities represent charities that want the art for free/ Like my life in the verse isn't worth the blood it was written in/ So I continually spit again and again/ Not looking for friends/ Because they always seem to recognize/ the pain behind the brown in my eyes/ dark as the Earth but bright as the skies/ Son's of bitches still telling lies/ despite the look on my face that says that I really despise/ fraudulent fake fuckaz/ with their chin raised up and two lips puckered/ ready for a crossover right/ like a crossover right from a ball player at the Rutgers/ Like the defender got, got/ I'm gonna get you sucka/ the sucka represents a form of success/ that sucks the life from you/ if you sell your soul to get large/ pretend to be hard/ for the sake of a facade/ When your pimp is the one who's in charge/ The pimp represents the vanity of man/ hot damn/ this demon just ruined your plan/ got you looking like Stan/ had Eminem a part of his life/ like Em was his wife/ Without a ring or a promise in Vegas/ a gambling table without any dice/ trifle/ looking at your hand full of spades and no hearts/ irony/ a lack of heart/ tore hip hop apart/ But back to this verse/ what would you do if you were me?/ ignore creativity climbing through my window at night/ climbing into my bed and giving me brain right/ excuse me/ giving my brain light/ and my heart just like/ the love of God/ the universe/ the Sun Moon and the stars/ ignoring her would be hard/ and might leave me with scars/ to be blessed with these bars/ and never write em down/ the tree that falls/ still makes a sound/ even if no one's around/ like the supporters for an indie artist/

GB

The more I dig into poetry and strive to perfect the art, I realize how many styles and forms it comes in. I also realize that there are some real life "Poetry Snobs" out there who believe Poetry should strictly fall under the categories that exist for this art form. I will agree that it is a wise move for a poet to be a student of the styles that have come before; I believe some of the snobs are missing the very essence of creativity. Art is supposed to evolve, take different shapes and forms. The art is not supposed to stagnate. Instead it should flow like water. New styles should challenge and go beyond the boundaries of conventional styles and convention styles should have an open ear towards a new way of doing things...

Above is what I call "Free Verse" where each line bleeds into the next either by reference, rhyme or double entendre. The term "razor" has a double meaning in the title. It makes reference to the sentences "bleeding" and the fact that this type of poem cuts the "box" some try to put art in by having to categorize everything, instead of letting the art live freely.

Until Next Time...

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