Friday, February 16, 2007

( I ) When She Left

I looked up wondering why is she gone
I looked up seeing her face telling me the story
I looked up wondering how it could have been
I Cried out for her name to be found
I Cried out for our love to be born
I Cried for our lives to be true
I Cried out for her voice to be called
I Cried out for her heart to be mine
I demanded for her love
I demanded for my star
I daydreamed that from now on we are never to be
I sat down wondering how comes
I sat down looking at her ways
I sat down seeing the end
I sat down listing to her goodbyes
I sat down wondering why am i in this pain
I sat down thinking how could i love her
I sat down dreaming on how i could love anyone like her
I sat down
I sat down
and I sat down

Life

Life is a story to be told, a story that's been left to the letters.
its a journey that takes place in the mind but not the body, living life without life is unknown.
A book has a beginning and so does life, litters from A-Z have a start and so does life, but numbers have starts but do they have an end, well that is still an ongoing story.
so does that mean that life is unbreakable.
No, life will go on until the time is right for it to be free.
life is like numbers, wait'' life is a number, its confusing i know.
but lets not be confused with it because we have so much to learn, we're all trying to understand but whats there to understand without the understanding of life?
its been proven that life can be taken and that life can be given.
life is an ongoing system, a system that wont end because life is endless.
life is life, but what is it that makes life?
that one thing that we all try to find
L.I.F.E

Without My Baby

I have seen so many things and broken some hearts yet still mine is empty, running around feeling like a chicken straight from the head into the body, cant make a change
Without My Baby
Listening to slow jams wishing that she was here with me, praying to see her but i know that me and her wasn't meant to be. know one knows how it started but me and her know how it finished.
Without My Baby
Some how man Dem think that they cant fall in love, but we all know that's a lie because anyone can fall in love, and to me no one knows what love is.
Without My Baby
stories got lost along the way but another began, looking deep inside and a thought was found. Nobody knows the way through the stars.
hearts get broken but yours remain the same. who are you to say that you're not feeling this pain?
Without My Baby
Where does it all end, when there is no hate?
how can we change without the strain?
its not possible but probable, don't hate the life that you're living.
Listen and never forget
Without My Baby

Wednesday, February 7, 2007

S.E.X

Sex wet drip hot sex... bodies becoming one legs splits
imagine this night as a sex free night..... am gonna do your all body right
my bed is been dreaming of this day... when you and my body cries sex.
Sex is on my mind as am looking deep into your eyes...licking my lips.. giving you signs..lights turned down...music creating the mood.
Sex wet drip hot sex... bodies becoming one legs splits

Now its time for you to taste my hot wet lips... kissing our way to the bed
over and over our bodies getting wet.. are you feeling my soft touch on your breast... licking and sucking on your chest... my hands slowly gliding down your neck.
Sex wet drip hot sex... bodies becoming one legs splits

Eye to eye we both get undressed.. now we both naked.. eye to eye.. hands touching everywhere.. now its time for some action.. guarantee to make Satisfaction..
Sex wet drip hot sex... bodies becoming one legs splits

Now am on top legs opened... time for you to get what you been waiting for... yes.. more that's what your saying... more is what your getting... yes we both change positions for you to shout and call my name... am not trying to create confusion...now back that booty up and shake it.
Sex wet drip hot sex... bodies becoming one legs splits

We both tried after a few hours of dreaming... wake up as we both naked.. bodies becoming one and whats on my mind is Sex
Sex wet drip hot sex... bodies becoming one legs splits

Dreaming

My life is nothing but a dream, a dream that i can't forget and my life is dangerous in everyday.
dreaming can kill you and it can create your life, its a painful thing to know that you can't dream but yet feel like dreaming.
Am i nothing but a dream created for the bed at night, nothing but water running allday but feels like dry.
i was dreaming at some point in this poem because am so lost in the dreamland that i became a dream myself.
left there for someone else to dream and create an image through there eyes.
sometimes my eyes need to be opened and shown the way of life and not through a dream cos
in a dream i could be anything, anything like anything and do anything.
dreams are dreams but dreams tell us about the person inside. the person that has been locked away in a place where the only way possible to get to that person is by dreaming.
i need to stop dreaming and start living, but how can you do that without dreams, well that's cos you can't. life is about learning new things and dreaming is gonna be with us until the end cos without dreams we all wouldn't know where we would end up doing.
Dreams are there to be made so start dreaming