Floetic Thoughts

Pleasantries of silk and Chapstick

Collide time and time again

It’s supposed to mean something more

Than just an exchange of bodily sins

Were supposed to exchange words unspoken

Secreted love and blissful pretense

Passions of each others day

Sealed with a moments notice of suspense

I don’t want a kiss….I want this

A fickle of a heart turned inside out

Your tears…let me massage them away

I promise every pain I’ll draw from the inside out

Every pair of lips met is not meant to touch

So, I no longer want to get this mistaken

I forgot how it felt to be left speechless

All when he decides to capture my words into his safe haven

That movie kind of kiss that draws a tear to an eye

An arm around a once unwelcoming shoulder

A Kodak moment manifested

The kind that makes me want to write the LORD a thank you letter

I’m tired of let’s pass the moment kisses

The ones you do just for protocol

Those that linger in redundancy

Kisses followed by more alcohol

I want a preserved kiss

One that waits all day just to meet me again

One I’ll never get tired of

A kiss that covers the multitude of sins

Cinderella, snow white, sleeping beauty…

Spell breaking kind of kiss

A wake up in the night with cold sweats

Because I forgot to give and get….kind of kiss

That forgiving kiss

The type that makes you forget what day it is

Make you spend the whole day with your shirt on backwards

Don’t care if you lose your job as long as you got this

A kiss that makes you second guess heaven

Might make you spend a night in hell

But when you wake up in the morning

You’ll still choose to remain under the spell

I’m talking spine tingling

Half on a baby in the elevator kind of thing

Mistletoe don’t even wanna come around

Skip the dinner, straight to desert kind of thing

I’m talking that sojourner truth bring you back to your roots

Slave to its capabilities

Tied down to the abyss of his mind I’m talking old skool wish I could go back to my youth

All shades of blue melted into brown

Frowns turned upside down

Clocks roll backwards to recapture this moment

The type you’d wish you could submerge and drown

Rhythmic and mathematical

Algebraic equations

I’m talking tongue twisting quadrilateral

Tougher…no deeper than a laceration

I want this…Lord knows I yearn this kiss

it’s supposed to mean more than a friendly exchange

Am I the only one left in the world who feels this way?

I’d give anything if this kiss….I could locate!!!

Hello miss lady I didn’t see you standing there

might I offer you a napkin for splashing the water on your hair

No not at all she replies as she blissfully walks away

Her scent lingers through the air like lustful foreplay

Her fermones speak to me I can’t resist the thoughts

I wiskfully stride towards her frame but abruptly I pause

I was taken by the consistent glare in her eyes

It’s as though she recognized her attacker and was ready to partake in his demise

I took two steps back and glanced further into her soul

She portrayed such strength but within she lacked control

Her eyes bled the sorrows she held deep

As she bowed her head after noticing me

I couldn’t understand how such beauty could posess such grief

But I watched her dance the streets of lonely

I followed behind in purplexity and so many why’s

Her eyes, it was her eyes, that cativated my insides

But she wouldn’t let me instead she would rather forget me

Said it was easier that way, less memories to regret, see

I met her down memory lane crossing lonely drive

She danced gracefully I couldn’t help but get lost in her stride

Her breasts stood like the towers of rome 

Compases of menace…unknown

I loved her but as I foolishly followed

She kicked the dust of yesterday up forcing me to swallow

I staggered in disbelief, how could this be?

Such a QUEEN she was but she refused to see

She told me all they were and what she didn’t need

and left empty handed on a never ending journey

She told me she prays I say to who?

She said why ask a question your not prepared to consume?

I laughed but still I glared in amazement

This empress so graceful hates the thought of engagement

Who would have thought my eve would be scarred

She tried too many adams now her apple has fallen apart

Oh my love I will try my best not to be so gullible

for you are far greater than rubies yet so unloveable

Lonely made me breakfast today in bed 

two eggs of denial and bacon on sweet bread

A glass of last nights tears scraped from my eyelids

On a plate of all the time wasted of trying

Lonely washed my back in the shower today

He caressed, embraced and he cleansed my pain

Rinsed the residue of yesterdays remains

and dryed me off in his towel of refrain

Lonely helped me get dressed with such finesse

carefully stradling my heart between my breasts

Tying them tight enough so it wont breathe again

Protecting me from tomorrow in case he leaves again

Lonely bought me flowers and sent them to my job

He attached a note that read: “Don’t forget to sob”

I smiled with a reassurance that this was not worthwhile

and went on about my day harbouring my sorrow

Lonely wasn’t there when I finally reached home

I searched every part of the house but he was long gone

I stood in silence wondering where did i go wrong?

But then I forgot…even he has to move on…

I am a rose

Exposed through juxtapose

friends and foes

Lies told

caused the crevices of my stem to wilt froze

I grow

sideways like your views I suppose

the way it slows

stagnates our race as a whole

Overflows

so embedded let it implode

Poetically floetic

close like kinfolk

Yet I rise

like sunsets

between bruised thighs

through cracks of demise

overlooked

through carnal eyes

but GOD…..

still saw fit to revise

Wise

like the chip

sick like vicks

rub it on the tip of ya mic and let it sift

something like the swole of a lip

that said some shit

but wasn’t equipped

I puss over

into your mind like a lesion

increase within my roots

call me legion

of truth

muse, couldn’t fathom the contrast in my hue

See i’m a rose

internally sqoze

I leak rivers of decomposition

melted down to sniveling flows

inferiorly astute

my minds two fold

heart of a lion

still my pride stands alone

I am a rose

who has wilted within

bathed in my own sin

let me shave so I can perspire again

my fire within 

burns the vials of fabrica-tion

I stand alone in

the cement of humanity

displacement and vanity

steals from my leaves of sanity

But I am still a rose

wether green, brown, black or two toned

my scent lingers like

sperm cells in her womb 

fighting to remain the one

yes, GOD made you

alone….

I’m feeling under the weather like a feather

That passes through grasses blades im feeling severed

I leve-tate off the energies that i treasure

Never forgetting the melodies of getting better…

So sick like the suns kiss upon leather

Brain crevice filled with pus, crusted over heavy

Eyes swole with trust broken like a chevy

Combust so ready I thrust….thoroughly

My reds, greens and yellows are even blue

Kinda like the OK button on my youtube

Fuse blown zoned out in my own news

Must be a monday or the first of the month blues

Nah….it’s the you’s, them I just don’t feel like it blues

Caught up in a reaccuring thought, battered news

Raptured in the palms of yesterdays muse 

Confused…wrapped up in several what to do’s

Sick….flu like cough even in my spit

When I write i’m all like … I fault my tip

…the ink in my hue won’t cross my grip

So i toss that shit cause im more like…..shiiiit

i’m sick….in love with the felt on your buttons

Lost in my memory bank of all of a sudden’s

Picture perfect “no’s” and “I can’t remember nothin’s”

Drowned sorrows and evervescent ruckus

I rely on my faith to let me escape

Cross reference the words on my washed plate

Leftover residue of my last fate

So I escalate…watch me peak like irene’s lake

Please pass me another page to wipe my nose

It keeps drippin’ all the left over words I didn’t day I suppose

Or maybe all the broke down lies they ever told

Who knows? I just need a seditive for this cold……

I just finished reading an article entitled “The f*cking relapse: The problem with dating a reformed hoe/manwhore.” And I have decided to tackle this issue from my perspective. Here’s the link if you would like to read that one as well :

http://www.thisisyourconscience.com/2011/09/01/the-fcking-relapse-the-problem-with-dating-a-reformed-h0emanwh0re/

Alright!!! *cracks fingers* now I wanted to address the issue of “change” in a person. A lot of people change on a daily basis. We grow, we become more knowledgeable, we make mistakes which cause us to revert to making better decisions, so on and so forth. However, when it comes to men and women, you often hear “I can change” in scenarios such as :

“the hoe/manwhore”…”the cheater”…”the liar”…”the gambler”…”the drunk”…”the (verbally, mentally, emotionally, physically) abusive man/woman.”

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You know you a poet when your words wont focus

So you begin to hocus pocus your synopsis into poems

Reverbs of three words “you know when” yeah i wrote it

Jot it down like it’s your last breath spoken

You know you a poet when your variety of pens

Creep themselves back into place when your story begins

Rearranging themselves to your mood, they become your yen

Now and then when life gets low they recompense

You know you a poet when times relevance dances to your song

The beat of your heart fits within the margins of your wrongs

Death and life flow from the taste buds on your tongue

And revise a compostition that flows with the axiz of the sun

You know you a poet when my words you can feel

It’s like the flow in your veins, it’s the POP in your pill

The rhythm in your complexion that rides down your heel

The expression that captivates the essence in your REAL

You know you a poet….and so am I

Let’s make sure they know it….tell them it’s the soul in your eyes

I’m a poet, well spoken, pen totin’ lady divine

Are you a poet? Then like this poem….and speak your mind…..