Unity

I don’t like to use the word “hate” to express how I feel about something, but I am adamant about this. I HATE how black men and women interact with each other. In general. The way we view each other at times is disgusting. Men see women as bitches/hoes/thots/pieces of meat, women view men as bums/broke/dogs/something to get some coins out of. And we are so much more than that once we come together as a unit. We don’t know how to talk to each. But instead, we talk AT each other, DOWN to each other. It’s sickening. Social media shows it everyday. And I am disappointed in men in particular because they will get on a woman’s post and talk to her any kind of way simply bc he doesn’t agree with her. How can that make you feel like a man? If we being real, as leaders we should feel embarrassed because a tribe is only as strong as their leader. And the BOYS who disrespect a woman simply because she didn’t want to accept your advances need to grow the fuck up. Is your ego that fragile to the point where you can’t take a no? I also see a lot of women make posts about wanting a relationship. A relationship is a beautiful thing, but just because you want one don’t mean you ready for once. That’s another grown person that you have to interact with. Someone who grew up different than you, have a different outlook on life than you. It’s not going to always be easy street. Not saying that you aren’t ready, but many people think they are and then when it don’t last they just say it was either the other person’s fault or it just wasn't meant to be. But anyways, this was just something I had on my mind. Carry on. 

Random Thoughts

The mind is such a powerful weapon. It can craft a blueprint that shows you the path you need to take. Then that same mind will make you overthink actually making that move, halt you in your steps. See the only thing that stops us from achieving the greatness that we are destined to achieve is us. Plain and simple. We are our biggest obstacle. It's time to remove us from out of our way and continue on the journey that is our purpose.

Blessed

Crazy how I lose track of time whenever I'm in your presence/a celestial being, I'm convinced you are heaven sent/places I've never been, you take me there mentally/Utopia, Paradise, Ecstasy, and eventually you will see that we were meant to be/in this lifetime or maybe the next, I can tell by how your eyes speak to me/some of the best moments in life were spent with you...who would've thought I would get you

Jan. 11, 1994. 24 years ago. UNC-Chapel Hill.(Tarheel 4 Life). A day to remember. Long story short, I was a skinny 12 yr old boy prepping for his first major hospital operation. I was scared. I even put my gown on backwards. Needless to say, Nurse Eileen got an eyeful. 🤦🏾‍♂️. They took me to the operating room. The doctor put the mask over my face and said countdown from 10-1. I was determined to make it to 1. 5, maybe 4 is all I remember before blacking out. I woke up later in a room, needing to run to the bathroom. I was hooked up to an IV so I drug it with me to the bathroom. I relieved myself, then went to wash my hands. As I’m washing, I immediately started getting dizzy and lightheaded. I left the water running and tried to get back in bed. At this point everything was blurry, but I soon realized that I was trying to climb in on the side that still had the bed rails up. I know I was a sight to see. I finally made it in and I assume I was making a lot of commotion because a nurse stopped in. She cut the water off that was beginning to overflow, and made sure I was secure in the bed. Soon after I was sleep again again. I woke up the next day feeling much better. I was told that once I ate lunch I could put my clothes on and I was good to go. So I got dressed and caught a wheelchair up to the floor that housed the cancer patients. As I get inside the room, I see the bone marrow that was extracted from my body the day before being dripped through an IV into my brother. Only time would tell the result. And now 24 years later, we still outchea. An unbreakable bond. There were countless trips from Wilson to Chapel Hill on the weekends. Me and my Pops in the Carolina Blue ‘72 Gran Torino with the white hard top, Tarheel decal on the back window. Being without my brother and mother for my whole 7th grade year. That does something to a 12 year old. But one thing I can say is it made me a believer. Happy Anniversary big bruh. I love you man. We one now. F^^K Cancer!!!🖕🏾🖕🏾🖕🏾

Unbroken

Sometimes life tends to be overwhelming. Sometimes you feel lost, confused, unguided. We have all felt like this at some point. If you haven't, be thankful. But for those of us who have experienced this level of turmoil you know it can be stressful to the point of giving up. And as easy as that sounds, it's also a sign of weakness. Self-doubt. Lack of faith. It's at these times that we have to really find strength from within. Or more importantly, from up above. So if you are reading this and going through a dark time in your life, just remember that in the darkness is where growth occurs. Try to take life one day at a time. We all have the same 24 hours, so it's only right that we make the best of them. 

Perfect Imperfection

Many days praying for rain, trying to hide my tears/giving fake smiles to cover up the pain, shallow laughs to hide the fears/they call me weird, and honestly I'm starting to believe them/goals seem opposite of near and obstacles making it hard to achieve them/but they say if you believe Him then all things are possible/I'm determined to be that freight train with no brakes, yeah that's right, unstoppable/a success story? It's probable but first I gotta give this work/meaning if I want something to work I have to work at it, gotta get it out the dirt/by any means necessary.....

Lost & Found

I lost myself. Somewhere along the way I stopped recognizing the face I saw in the mirror. Initially it scared me, but the more I paid attention to the image staring back at me the more it all made sense. I wasn't being me. I had strayed away from my cemented beliefs, deviated from my normal way of thinking. I was no longer the person I had grown to be. I lost myself. Because I found you. You. The one who I desired. The one who I cherished. I found false hopes and fallacious feelings. I found shallow words and superficial actions. I lost myself. Because I found you. But now I have to lose you to find myself. 

Metamorphosis

My arms wrapped around her, like a cocoon embracing a butterfly. She's in an environment to become who she really is, she's protected. She's cherished. She's welcomed. See people feel that the cocoon is what makes the butterfly. Truth is, they need each other. For one can't exist without the other. We aren't there yet. Hell it's still just a dream to me right now. But in this dream I experience bliss like no other. She stays in my arms for what seems like an eternity. And I hold her close to me, basking in the pleasure that she bestows on me from the mere touch of her fingertips on my arm. Tightening my hold on her, not wanting to let go for fear of this dream suddenly coming to an end. She feels my heartbeat thumping against her back, the bassline soothing her nerves as it's been awhile since she's been in this position. But my goal is to secure, not seduce. Comfort, not contort. I want her to be happy and comfortable. To be able to let go and know that she has a safety net. One day....

Wish Upon A Star

Mesmerizing. Hypnotic. Enchanting. Spellbinding. Engrossing. I could go on and on until Webster's vocabulary has been depleted, and still it wouldn't be enough to describe this living artwork. She has been flawlessly illustrated by God's paintbrush. Unparalleled...Her Beauty. Melodic...Her laugh. Her physique is perfectly sculpted.  Her lips call out to me, beckoning me to join her in a dance of orgasmic bliss. And I oblige with kisses of ecstasy. My arms wrapped around this chocolate goddess, our bodies so close that her heart locks fingers with mine. One beat. In sync is our desire to never let each other go. I inhale her, hold her in my lungs for as long as possible before exhaling, watching as she slips out of my grasp. Leaving me standing there, hoping for the day where my yearns turn into my realities. 

Footprints

Where were you when I needed you? I called out to you but you didn't reply. I knocked on your door but you didn't acknowledge me. Instead you left me outside with no direction. Forsaken me. Abandoned me. The more unloved I felt, the harder my heart got. The further I stepped away from you, the more the ice began to thicken. A glacier formed, residing on the left side of my chest. And I loved it. I loved the fact that I couldn't love anymore. No longer did I have to abide by the regulations placed on those who used that ugly piece of meat as their guidance. I was free to do what I felt. Free to make my own decisions. And I had never felt more alive! But something within me was dying. As a rose withers after it no longer has the life source contained within its roots, so did I. I cut my myself off from you, the very essence of my being. Not even knowing that my detachment was the cause of my darkness. See you didn't leave me, I left you. You didn't respond to my calling because you showed up at my doorstep. Wanting to see me in person. You didn't respond to my knocking because at the same moment you were knocking on my door. Trying to make yourself at home in my life. All I ask is that you forgive me Father, for your child is wanting to come back into your welcoming arms. 

Power Of The Tongue

That pretty pink wrapped in pretty pink. The visions I captured of you makes it hard to think. I'm in awe. Am I wrong for staring at your thong? See I've been thinking of playing a song on your clit using only my tongue. Them pretty thighs wrapped around my neck, commanding me to make you cum.  And when it gets too sweet to speak, don't fret, I know how to hum. I've had fantasies about pleasing you. My fantasy? Shit, to get you wetter than the kitchen sink. Thirsty? Nah not quite but I'll definitely take a drink. It's been said time and time again that you can speak life or death with ur mouth. So with mine I speak life into this feeling of ecstasy that will dwell in you down south. I don't mean to disrespect, and I see more to you than sexual feelings. But a beautiful woman always deserve sexual healing. And I'm willing to let my kisses flow all over. 'Cause inside, outside, you beautiful all over. I know plenty of people have told ya. But if they haven't, let my tongue write it on your walls..sometimes it's better to just show ya.

Untitled

Sometimes I feel like a nomad, or could it be that I'm a rolling stone/I find myself grasping for something I never had, maybe that's why I struggle with holdin on/one day I'm here, the next I'm gone/don't wanna be a burden, that's why I prefer to be alone/they say crying is a sign of weakness/ but if that's how I voice my pain, I guess I should just remain speechless/if the meek shall inherit the earth, I'm just trying to be the meekest/there's a lesson to be learned in all things, we just have to be receptive to what He's trying to teach us/lost in the world, God please be my compass/looking back on my life, just what have I accomplished/a whole bunch of nonsense, getting praises from the ignorant/If I had taken the red pill instead, I wonder if it would have made a difference/how would it have affected my survival/armed with a bible instead of an assault rifle/love being the new weapon I aim at my rivals/but it seems that the enemy keeps trying to destroy what is written/My Father said He will never forsake me, but somehow I keep on forgetting......

Y.O.U.

You do something to me
You see through me
You complete me
You never let anything defeat me
You are my everything
You are my wedding ring
You are my four letter word
You are the noun to my verb
You are the yin to my yang
You are the one I'm hoping for everything my phone has rang
You are my beginning, you are my end
You are my homie, my lover, my friend
You are the variable to my equation
You broke the mold, there is no replacing
You are my heartbeat, you are the food that I eat
You are my destination every time I move my feet
You are my rainbow after the rain
You are the Oxycontin to my pain
You are the one that saw the best in me
You are my fate, you are my destiny
You are my fraction, you are my better half
You are my comforter, you are the one that makes me laugh
You are my heat, you are my "BRR"
You are the one men dream of when they talk about the perfect her
You know exactly who you are
You are the one for W.E.S. J. R.

The Devil Is A Lie

It seems like forever since I wrote anything. 2013 took a toll on me mentally and physically. But no need to dwell on that. It's a new year and a new chapter. So I figured what better way to signify change than to start the new year off with my passion, my joy, my release: writing. The title to this piece came from a song by rappers Rick Ross ft. Jay-Z. The song may not go with the words, but oh well! I do what I want. Lol. No seriously. Anyways, sit back and enjoy while I sip on this Twenty Grand and put my words on "paper". 

My men-tuition kicking in, my head is feeling light

Spider senses are tingling, something just isn't right

Can't quite put my finger on it, but I know it's a feeling I've felt before

Too afraid of the pain, I refuse to explore

Not wanting to know more, I make preparations to ignore

But this sh*t is knocking loud, as if the police are at the door

I'm trying to give my mind "a-rrest" but my heart is handcuffed

Looking to the heavens, hoping God says "ok, that's enough"

But He allows the devil to continue to administer the pain

My eyes are slowly becoming nimbus clouds, the forecast is expecting rain

I try to keep it together, hoping to change the weather

Praying for sunny, clear skies; anything to make it better

But to no avail, it's slowly starting to sprinkle

Out comes pain that's been sleeping longer than Rip Van Winkle

Now my stomach is churning, a peace of mind is what I'm yearning

And somewhere in the background Usher is talking about something burning

I'm losing the battle, but I'm more focused on the war

I cry out to my Father, not able to take the pain anymore

Right before it becomes unbearable, He sends His angels to protect me

Reminding me that as long as I believe, He will never neglect me

The war is over, now I'm something like a veteran

And having gone through it, I think I came out a better man

The lesson learned is to believe, no need to cry

And no matter the adversity, the devil is a lie

Finish Line

So u walk in, hips swaying as only u know how to do. I embrace you in my arms, your scent intoxicating. We kiss, slow and sensual, our bodies heating up instantly. We attempt to hold a conversation but it sounds like a bunch of gibberish as our minds are really focused on what our bodies are telling us. I stand u up before me and start undressing u. First your beater and shorts come off, revealing a matching orange and white bra and thong. Coupled with the tangerine colored heels, you present an image of flawless beauty . Pulling u closer to me, I start kissing you on your stomach as I wrap my arms around you and squeeze your round mound of brown. Instinctively my hands unhook your bra and I immediately start sucking on your pretty titties. Nibbling, licking, sucking from left to right. Simultaneously I slide your thong down, which is now drenched with your juices. Not wanting you to feel left out, I take my clothes off until both of us are naked except your 5 inch stiletto heels. Lying back onto the bed, I pull u onto me. You hover your sweetness above my dick, but it's too soon. I pull u up further until u are directly above my mouth. Slowly descending onto me, you spoon feed me with that goodness. As the feeling starts to evoke a pleasurable sensation, you find yourself grinding on my face, trying to hit that elusive spot with my tongue. The excitement is building up, causing you to go faster, as if my tongue is a raging bull that's trying to buck u off. Suddenly your legs shake uncontrollably as you release yourself, with me lapping up your juices that taste better than any kool-aid I've ever made. Climbing down from your personal wet'n wild ride, u slide down until your body is lying on top of mine. Reaching behind you, you put me inside of you and my body shudders from the sudden ecstasy that is permeating throughout me. Slow, deep strokes inside of you has me on edge, a feeling that can't be imitated anywhere else. I place my hands on your booty, squeezing it as u rise and lower yourself onto me. As the intensity increases, I speed up, desperately chasing a feeling that seems to be out of my grasp. You have now assisted me, bouncing on me as I'm temporarily paralyzed. As my breath shortens, I tell you not to stop. You can't hear me though because your body is sending signals telling you that you are close to the finish line. I tell you I'm coming. You tell me you are too. As the pace quickens, we both cross the line at the same time, holding each other close as the electricity continues to send sparks through our body. I kiss you, I hold you, and I thank you for a feeling like no other.

"Say goodnight, motherfucker"
*Pow* Pow* Pow*

I awaken in a cold sweat, trying to catch my breath. Another nightmare. Fourth night in a row this has happened. I say a quick prayer and roll over on my side. Laying next to me is a different type of dream. My sweet dream. As I admire her sleeping frame, "he" awakens also.  Stretching, "he" looks over and sees that beautiful ass in a thong. Such a lovely visual it is. I try to roll back over but he wont allow me to. Something about this sweet dream he just has to explore. Flashbacks of previous sessions causes me to not fight the urge. I reach over and touch her back. Sexy. You ask me how can a back be sexy? If you saw it, you would understand. The arch in her back reminds me of Miguel's "Arch & Point" song, because when I see her "arch" he "points" in that direction. I try to respect her sleeping, but knowing what lies dormant in her I refuse to deprive myself. I'm lucky that she is laying in an awkward position. Right leg bent up to her stomach, left leg straight down. This allows me full access to her sweetness. I take a deep breath, as if I'm going down under into the sea of abyss. And to be honest, it's kind of the same thing. Her light snore lets me know that my movements haven't interfered with her dreamworld. Moving her thong to the side ever so gently, I stick out my tongue, my taste buds receiving the shock of their life. Never have I ever tasted something so sweet. Fear overcomes my body briefly, afraid that I will contract diabetes with a few more licks. 'We all gotta die from something' I tell myself as I slide my tongue inside her. After the third plunge I hear her moan. Almost instinctively she slides back into my face, and I gladly accept her offering. Now that she is awake I turn her onto her back so I can put on my best performance, and thankfully she obliges. I start off with slow, long licks up and down her pussy. After the sixth lick it's as if the knob was broken on the faucet because her juices are now all over my face. "Aaaaah, tastes like kool-aid" I think to myself as I continue to alternate between long licks and plunges. By now she is fucking my tongue and I am trying to touch all of her spots. Her hand on my head, she pushes me in deeper, trying to direct me to that one spot that most guys don't reach. Her hips are rotating, her clit is pulsating. She tells me don't stop and I obey her. Her legs start to tremble, fueling my passion to please her. She gasps for air, arches her back and begs for me not to stop. "I have no intention to" I secretly tell myself as I crack the access code to her fountain. As a kitten laps away at his milk in order to survive, I drink from her nectar as if its the key to life itself. She empties her honey, her body drained at this point. I grab ahold of her, pullin her close to me. I tried to just cuddle with her but "he" has a different agenda. Without any assistance from me "he" enters her, as if he's an anaconda gliding into a pool. The way he feels inside of her evokes emotions out of me that have been dormant for a long time. Feelings that no other woman could conjure up. Am I complaining? Hell no. I'm in a land of ecstasy at this point. Just as soon as I start to feel the rumble deep within me, he exits and sends a message to my brain to pull her on top of him. Not wanting to be hardheaded(which is ironic at this point) I obey his orders. As she rides me I can't help but think about how much I love her. And as my heart starts to swell, this feeling starts to spill out into the rest of my body. Following my blood stream, it heads down south. I feel it moving slowly like hot lava running down the side of a monstrous volcano. Unable to control it, I find myself erupting. As the lava spews out into her atmosphere, she releases her own combative juices, causing me to spasm inside of her from the feeling of complete fulfillment. She falls on top of me, exhausted. I wrap my arms around her as she falls asleep. He starts to slowly withdraw himself, as a feeling equivalent to nigga-itis overtakes him. No longer able to hold on to reality, I fall into a deep sleep, thinking that the dreamworld could never compare to my reality.

Dinner Is Served

Okay so I have decided to share a few short posts that I have wrote. As I have stated before, I tend to do some erotic writings so if that's not your cup of tea then please don't judge. With that being said, enjoy.


Walking into the house, all the lights are off and I hear the faint sound of Luther's voice wafting through the air. "If This World Was Mine" tickles my ears as the candlelight burning on the table guides my path. As I ascend the steps another candle is burning at the top, as if reminding me that she is my Agaliha. As I enter her queendom my heart skips a beat and my erection skips a few inches. Before me is the most beautiful creation known to man and I'm sure rivals most of the creations in heaven. She's laying on the bed, leaning back on her elbows, right leg bent slightly at the knee. Her 5 inch heels attached to sexy feet. The baby oil glistens in the candlelight beside the bed, her legs mirroring the track stars on tv. Her hair is in two braids, looking like a modern day Pocahontas. The red lace bra she has on is mesmerizing. But the crotchless thong she has on is the final straw for me. I spread her legs apart, not wanting to wait any longer for the meal that has been prepared before me. Starting at the entrance of her pussy, I stick my tongue out as far as it can go, searching for that spot that I have been yearning to touch, that spot that has been calling my name since I first laid eyes on her several years ago. And it's as sweet as I could have ever imagined.  She grabs my head, forcing my face in deeper and I know that I have touched her where her body loves. Her kitty purrs for me, and her juices quench my thirst for her. Sliding my tongue out, I attack her clit with a vengeance, licking, sucking, nibbling on it. Caught in the moment I lift her butt in the air so I can now feast exactly how I want. Her soft ass in my hands has me poking a hole in her bed with my hard dick. I suddenly zone out and everything moves in slow motion, her moans sounding like the most harmonious songbird. Her pussy tasting like a death row inmates last meal. I savor every drop as if its my MY last meal. I am brought back to reality when she screams out my name and tells me those three words that I always long to hear: I am cumming!!!

My World

I lay awake beside you, admiring your ass in this thong as I listen to you snore. My body temporarily short circuits, slightly overheating from the visual I now have. Mere words can't describe what I feel, to cure me no doctor can prescribe a pill. No firefighter can put these flames out. So I say burn, let that motherfucker burn. I yearn for you. Something deep within me is being pulled as if your heart is my opposite polar attraction.  It's funny how things all come together. One day you're trying to "fuck every girl in the world" and the next you're screaming "fuck every other girl in the world". I just want my baby. She doesn't believe me, so unabashedly I state that I will scream how i feel to the world. "Go ahead" she says. So I whisper in her ear "my love for you is deeper than the ocean, higher than the mountains, hotter than the volcanos, and stronger than the glaciers". She looks at me, tears of pain running down her cheeks. As she gathers her things and start to walk away, she turns around to face me, a look of confusion on my face. "You can say all of these sweet things to me, but what happened to you saying them to the world, as you proclaimed you would, instead of whispering them to me?" With love in my heart and truth in my eyes, I responded "I did exactly what I said I was going to do. I told my world exactly how I feel......."

Rambles, Mind in shambles

Am I different? Am I weird? Crazy but these are questions I tend to ask myself from time to time. Why don't I function like others? Why does my mind always move, always analyzing things to the minuscule of details. Sometimes that works to my advantage and I love that. But then there are those moments when my mind needs 20mg of Ritalin. These are the times when my mind's speed in which it runs would put to shame any world class athlete. I wish I could help it. Wish I could calm it. I am debating on trying to pick a time out of my day to meditate, allow me to control my mind's focus. My mind is my best friend and my worst enemy. One moment I can be composing a uniquely written piece for my blog, the next I am lost in a trance, causing my sunshine to become eclipsed. I have to get it together before I lose it....

Looking For Love

Have you ever seen an elderly couple and they look like they are just as much in love now as when they were youth? Have you ever seen this and wondered to yourself "where is that love at, and why haven't I experienced it yet?" Nowadays finding love that will stand the test of time seems to be eons away. I look at my parents and I am amazed by their strength, their consistency, and more importantly, their love for each other. They have shown me time and time again that love is not just a word, that marriage is a commitment, and that with God all things are possible.

Many times we want that feeling so bad that at the slightest tingle, we are quick to label that person "the one". Never mind that the tingle you felt inside could have been God pinging you, saying "RUN!". Nah, we do what we can to make sure everything goes right with this person. And the more it seems like it's not going to work, we throw another batch of coal onto the fire, hoping to spark something else in the relationship. But sometimes you have to step back and observe the situation from a third-person point of view. Maybe the reason that there is no fire is because the oxygen is gone. Meaning, the life is sucked out of the relationship and you need to move on. It's dead. Maybe it wasn't meant to be in the first place and no matter how much coal you throw on that fire, it's not going to turn into an inferno. It's dead. Or maybe, just maybe, you being with that person was for a reason, and now it's time to take what you learned and move on. The flame provided heat through the winter season, but now it's time to continue on your destiny. IT'S DEAD! Sometimes we don't see it as such though and keep delaying what is in store for us until we are so fed up with failed relationships that shouldn't have been in the first place, that we have now grown cold to someone's feelings and miss out on the blessing that is right before us. It may be genuinely our time to love, but we so focused on what didn't happen with the past that we not even focused on our future.

Love should never be something that is forced. Love should never be something you are looking for or seeking. Love should never even be something that you are waiting on. When it's time for love, your love, to show itself, it will. If you prepare yourself for it mentally, emotionally, and spiritually, then you have nothing to worry about. You too will be able to show a young person what it's like to be an elderly couple and still in love with the one that was meant for you.