Some times the most closest of lovers can become the most distant of strangers; turning the most sweetest kiss into bitter poison- Proverbs 5:3-“the lips of a strange woman drop as an honeycomb, and her mouth is smoother than oil: 4 But her end is bitter as wormwood, sharp as a two-edged sword. 5 Her feet go down to death; her steps take hold on hell.”

The Kiss of Death


I tried to shoulder the load keeping you covered, never exposed,


You chose a narrow vision-

Turn’ed my back to receive the deepest incision..,

Leaving me wounded–

My joy departing out like fluid.

I didn’t think you’d be the one to do it:

Then she licked her lips saying, “I had nothing to do with….”

I wasn’t looking for appreciation,

Just your understanding of the odds I’m face’n


Even that counted for little-

You still drove the dagger deeper with your words of ‘Mass-Destruction’,

Smoother than oil your words of seduction,


You where the one I trusted–

Why is it the one who promised to protect your heart,

IS the first one to offer it up to the dark…?

1st John 4:7-8 “Dear friends, let us love one another, for love comes from God. Everyone who loves has been born of God and knows God. Whoever does not love does not know God, because God is love.”

Be Mastered by LOVE


I’ve gotta get past the clicking point


pull the trigger-

I figure that my thoughts should lead to figures filling arena seats

just to hang on to every word preached,

“Love must be tested and proven”

-Apostle M. Waller,

teach’ed so I noted and quoted-

I believed therefore I spoke it;

by Gods grace my hope rests in a Promise unbreakable,

this belief produced un-feakable Love–

a word proven to be unshakable leading me to Salvation

when I thought I was un-savable.

Love broke the bars releasing my heart out of prison,

by the Grace of Gods divine enablement,

one Word became my Perfect Crisis Management:


Though they’re far and in between, I still find my moments to unleash inspiration

If I could get only a moment of quiet

I wouldn’t be in a inner riot

reaching for the steering wheel so I can pilot out of this storm

fallowing Gods Perfect Salvation waiting for paradise to form.

If I could get a moment of quiet,

commanding my fears to be still and silent;

I would spend it seeking wisdom’s key

hoping I’d find it

so I can bind understanding to my heart;

upon this quest I embark, walking swiftly out the dark..!

I haven’t had a-lot of time to sit down and drift into thought, but, right now I got some music playing in the background, feeling the urge to create-groundbreaking, let’s see where the muse will take me….





It’s Me–

Your heart seeking the escape from the darkness that travel’s

between seconds,

the pause of life  found in a choice.

I’ve seen you make mistakes, you thought, bad decision’s costing you

much but–

hear me,

You need to get back in touch with me;


I use to be full of dreams and hopes;

You would visit them at night breaking the seal of instruction,

drinking in the wonders of a LIMITLESS hope;

You captured every fruit of imagination receiving strength to lift

the heaviest burden;

But now I’m concerned,

your visits have become thin.

I sense Self is on the mend straining from the process of maintaining,

Fighting too KEEP HOPE,

from fading…..


This is your Heart,

We start waging war now!

We fight back!

To take back our Hopes, our Dreams and Visions!

It’s time–


When two friends find themselves caught in a situation requiring both of them to make a choice between equally undesirable alternatives, ignoring what they really want, together they dance atop a knifes edge. This is…




What do we do?


Do we choose to lose this friendship for a potential love forever after,


or do we risk pain-


we  may never come to this place again;


Torn from remaining friends, we walk away from each others hurt feelings


never again speaking,




Do we venture into this wondrous bliss;


should we enlist this forbidden kiss,


or do we stay-




What do we do?




I’m ask’n-



This poem draws from a place only those who’s been in the heat of love and passion can understand, a place where love’s secrets are spoken, this is….



The vision in front of me opens;

it’s division when I spread your

legs to make an incision, you’re

grab’n the pillow when entry is

given; oh, how I love to listen to

your muffled screams of ecstasy,

pillow talk’n, passionately I grab

for your hair thrusting harder as

you declare I’m almost there,

“I’m coming,

I’m coming”,

I am coming undone

as juices drip down your

legs and tingles run up your spine

you’re so fine I can’t wait till the

next time you ask me to rewind

this night, “baby can you help me 

unwind”, my reply,”only if you  tell

me who’s does this treasure

belong too?”  “Tell me that your

soft carmel skin is all mine for the

taste’n”; I know I’m up to the task

as I confidently ask you to do one

thing when I make your body


“All  I want, is to hear you–
scream for me”….

A place where poetry has it's own expression


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