late night mind wonder......

So its this chick. She floods my mind effortlessly leaving me daydreaming her presence. In & out my thoughts robbing my attention. Holding it captive as I close my eyes & start to feel subtle kisses from her lips on my neck. Her waist in my grip as we sway to the sounds of Coltrane. This sentimental mood arouses more kisses, stronger embraces, turning this tango horizontal.. I lay her on a bed of white tulips, preserving her purity. I kiss her temple sending my intentions straight to her brain. hesitant but shes overtaking by her physical needs and becomes willing. we explore each other. Her skin slightly moist from our perspiration, soft as dew on the flowers she laid upon. the fragrance of this encounter fills the room... the aroma intrigues me. i treat her body as a majestic garden searching for the source of this perfume. This has to be real. Each one of my senses being satisfied as the sweet nectar of her forbidden fruit ignites my tastebuds to savor every piece of her. we both get our fill and become satisfied. She lays there, blushed face, biting her lip. I admire her beauty not to intrude her. for she is perfectly pure.

Writing: The Artist

I found a very unique writing i did which was part of a two piece observation piece. Me the Writer, her the Artist we both depicted what we seen throught our own outlets and the outcome was dope to me!
Enjoy~:

The Artist

Engulfed in her Work, she carefully molds the white paper into a caption of her day. Studying every dimension of her specimen, leaving no detail lost.

On-lookers grasp in amazement, but she doesn't notice.
To her she stands alone in the Gallery of her mind observing art as the canvas paints itself.

But in reality she sits on a bench in a semi-crowded park in the middle of downtown. As five o'clock traffic commuters honk horns as if it helps get home faster, the hound tied to the tree barks at every passing jogger, and the b-boys boom box blasts as they execute head spins.

But some how she tunes it all out and only hears the colors & contours of life's art.

*the sketch was done with charcoal and the mouth rubbed off but check out alot more of the artist amazing work HERE*

The story Of Craigslist

Craigslist
The Story of Craig Keshawn Jackson:Hustleman turned Entrepreneur
April 23rd, 1995, after being released from prison for the third time onto the rough streets of south Compton, 20 year old Craig Jackson set out to change his life and get an honest job. Unfortunately, Craig could not escape his past. Being unemployed for 3 months Craig decided to take matters into his own hands. Not wanting to sell drugs the next best thing he could do was sale Cds & Dvds. Offering the lowest prices he started building clientele in barbershops & hair shops all throughout Compton and eventually spreading to a few shops in Inglewood and Long Beach. Overtime Craig made a Bootleg Monopoly in his community. Being in such high demand the people at the barbershops would write a list of wants and it was deemed “Craigslist”. First solely asking for different movies & cds, but every once in awhile he would get inquiries on TV’s, furniture, etc. Being the entrepreneur he was he decided to expand his hustle to whatever the people needed.
In Early 1998, Craig’s best friend Rashad was released from county jail in connection with the same charges as Craig. While incarcerated Craig’s friend had taken a few Computer classes and decided that it would be beneficial to Craig’s “business” to start a message board for people can post from anywhere what they needed. It was first called “CraigGOTit” but didn’t really go by as well as they wanted. But Craig still made his rounds around the shops to pick up the “Craigslists”. On one unrecorded day one unkown young boy suggested “Aye Homie U should Call your messageboard Craigslist that would make you an OG!”. Something must have clicked in Craig’s mind because he immediately changed the name. And luckily the messageboard caught on and his audience literally grew over night! And ever since then its Been History~
This message board eventually grew into the 8th most popular website known to date www.craigs list.com.
Craig & Rashad are both mutli-millionaires………………………… still living in Compton.

Speech To the "Fly"

Found yet another one of my writings. This might be one of the oldest being dated in mid 2006. Pretty much a speech or letter if you will to the "fly" people. Even tho now fly is a term id rarely use to describe a persons fashion sense nowadays but back then it was all i knew lol
enjoy-

En light of the commencement of a new day, A man rid of the pressure of fitting in but equipped with the mind of being peculiar. No longer wanting to be the missing piece of the puzzle but the image in which the puzzle is molded after. Not conforming to the Ideal, but revolutionizing the Prototype. So now odd becomes in, and what out becomes trend, Until the world is in so much chaos it seems perfect. Where the clouds are the new ground, and for us distant stars seem close, Because it is us who can formulate an attire to defy gravity.
See you on a Distant Cloud,
My Flyy People

photo from '06

Writing & a Song......

This is kind of a concept. A writing inspired by a song. so watch the video first then read the poem. hope u like.
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You know how they say you don’t know what you had until its gone.
Well, that’s the empty feeling that lingers between my Arms.
Longing to hold my Angel close to my heart and never let go.
To pass through this life and majestically enter the heavens
Finding the truth in this Religion of love to be inscribed by God on my weary pupils through your Divine Beauty
Feeling you in the innermost part of my soul
As I count every strand of hair on your head to symbolize how many times I want to say I love you.
Wanting to clutch your angelic frame as a multitude of cherubs sing the purity of your name
Glorifying the perfection of your being
so Bless me, and fall so deep into my arms…………… Love

New entry in my book. thnx to TempAss

I awake to my alarm being drowned out by the sirens of the night past
As the rising sun leave the sins of the dark unmasked

Interrupting my dreams of riches and tranquility
To bring me back to my reality of poverty and iniquity

Outside hopscotch lines chalked over by police
As blood and tears drenches another mother’s fleece

And no one to console her, because its time for work
Needing the money to soothe their kids empty tummy hurts

Making enough money to survive but die inside
Not enough money to morn but still cry inside
As I sit observing the moods
creating my no money blues……

Critically acclaimed.... The Poet Bake =]

this is just a quick writing that turned out to be very good (say the ppl who read) it so i decided to post it..... Untitled as of yet tho. SHOUTS OUT TO TempASS!!!

I sit lifeless as the lethal smog fills my lungs, killing me inside just to match my outward persona. My soul has left, leaving me dormant to this world. No desire to eat with the foul taste of sorrow infringed on my tongue. Can’t sleep, as thoughts of you flood my nightmares, re-living the day I loss you. Even breathing becomes hard as every breath I take only bring back the moments you took them away. Now all that’s left is a soulless corpse, glaring into the window awaiting……. Nothing.

All i can do is think of the Endless laughs and smiles we shared. The thoughts of New born babies, marriage, anniversaries with you. The Sultry kisses and intimate embraces under the many sunsets and sunrises. Every part of us was absolute ecstasy.

Being with you was like a step into the majestic playground of mother nature, blissfully indulged in satisfaction. Inhaling the sweet air, as the fresh fragrance of flowers filtrates the fields. Breathing you and becoming high. Carefree I dive into the Sea of Jasmines to only drown in the vibrant colors of love as I float in the soothing breeze of your existance.

an old writing from the vault 2005: Thoughts in da Night

Cool nights alone with memories of what I once had
Leave me hot in the sheets of a lost path
Thinking of the girls that I once provoked mad
Broken hearts shattered feeling with not a feeling of being sad
They say Im careless and content wit the feeling of being that
Mind of a fashion diva that was way more than a seein fad
Or of a girl whos hair flowed gentle down her back
All agreed that nonchalant is how I act
Confused when confronted wit this fact
Contemplating a way to make this emotionless wall fall and collapse
Now on my back
Empty glaze into the ceiling
Feeling as if Im starting to feel feelings
These feelings transform into infatuations
My Minds movement provokes my imagination
Out of the closet comes the one Ive been chasing
Seeing that Im being patient
No pursuit got her waiting
My heart starts pacing
Her hand starts shaking
Then she approaches without word but much is being said
Thinking of all the times that she fled
She brings life to a part of me that was once dead
As if my heart was being read
Now her lips become close to my head..
Suddenly I wake up alone in my bed DAMN


[very elementary in rhyme scheme but one of my first stabs at imaginary poetry and i still rock with it lol]

from my book: The Rebound Girl

A few years ago I met this girl. well she's been there ever since i could remember, but i always overlooked her until one day we had our first encounter,Ever since that day I've loved her.
She's been there to experience my frustration with females & love, listening to every poem I've ever written about another girl, unselfishly knowing until now, I've never wrote for her. As she listens without casting judgement.
With her i was able to be true to myself, discovering love, even if it was not with her. It seems even when i neglect her for someone else, as soon as i come back to her, her love for me is just as strong as the time i left.
Though sometimes i get frustrated not being able to formulate what i want to say to her, she sits patient, knowing it takes time to get back in the swing of things. But as soon as we are back good, every second becomes better than the one before, as i work myself down her body utilizing every part of her satisfying myself as she becomes complete.
Now tattooed with the words of my heart, displaying my thoughts for the world to see, devoting her whole being to me. No matter what everyone else says, she treats all my words as her reason for existence.
Spoiling me with her love, knowing that i will always have her, because to her only i exist..........

came across a writing............

Imaginative

I just seen my first love. Still as naturally beautiful as I remembered. Plushed face as if she just woke up from the best sleep ever. Each hair seemed to just fall perfectly in place.
Both kinda shocked to be in this predicament as if we didn’t plan this….
We sit and converse about how our lives are going. In the midst of conversation our eyes connect for the first time in so long, a sudden pause as I feel her enter my soul exploring the galaxy of my iris to find that the twinkle in my eye was still her. She smiles slightly and proceeds talking….
At that moment a sudden anxiety over takes me as if I fell in love for the first time twice, blissfully hypnotized by her eyes, becoming intoxicated by the soothing touch of her hand, reaching total euphoria through the tone of her voice, feeling her in every inch of me.
I become overwhelmed as my heart pumps vigorously, filled with unbearable excitement wanting to yell I love her to the end of the world, but I try to keep my cool to not let her know something’s wrong, but only if she knew how I felt at that very moment……
Finally, I gain my composure to try to re-instate myself back into the conversation. But so depleted of energy, all I could do is sit there and look at her as if the clouds were pushed away and my sunshine has returned after what seems like a decade of darkness.
Slowly coming to my senses I try to figure out what took place for those several intense seconds. Unknowing of how long I could keep my poise I get up to leave.
Almost home free til our eyes meet again at the door as we say good bye. Again overtaken, this time by the urged to charge her lips and make them mine, to endlessly caress them passionately with my own…………
I move in but hesitation over takes me and I just give her a simple hug and walk out the door..
As I flee her my mind becomes flooded with thoughts of how we use to be, bringing a smile to my face and warmth to my heart, I laugh it all off and think to myself…”Cant say it was perfect, but can say it was first, love.”