if her status is what you call special, let my ass stay ordinary in your eyes.
if special somehow requires that you keep me in the dark pretending to be something you're not, something you think i need, please keep that shit for her. because i don't need it. i'd rather have 20/20 vision and see you for exactly what you are and interact with you accordingly. instead, you've got her sitting around thinking that you're the main character in her fairytale, fake ass Cinderalla story, and i would rather have reality. because i know that you... are no Prince Charming.
see, some would think that you might be playing me and what you don't know is that you can't be played when you're running the game. and make no mistake, it is my game. i'm just teaching you how to play. it's an upgraded version of what you're used to, and that's okay boo... you'll get there. just don't expect me to put up with your bullshit as i teach you my rules. commitment and marriage are nowhere on my radar, and i know that you think everyone ought to desire those things from you, but game recognizes game, and you like too play to much for that shit..
so, i'll use you for what i know you're good at and leave the dreams for your other chicks who don't understand the person they are really dealing with... not to mention the heartache that will inevitably come with it. that shit, is for the birds or more adequately put, your young ass girls that be riding your jock. instead i'll take your sweet kisses and good cock and just call it a day.
now, having said that don't think that i don't care, but not for you more than myself. men like you taught me better than that a long time ago. when you recognize just what's in front of you, and deem it worthy of the respect it demands, then maybe... just maybe i'll give you a chance at something you can't even begin to fathom. but since i doubt that you even contain the capacity for something like that, i'll leave you where you're at. playing hopscotch, four square, and "simon says".. and watch as they hop, skip, and jump the way you tell them to...
and when i'm done being amused, i'll call your name and watch as you come to play in the big leagues...with me. and i'll watch as you falter in your first steps and misjudge your strategy trying to figure out just what this game is you're playing with me. but don't worry... i don't mean you any harm.. i won't call you special or make you think you're the only one playing. i'll keep it real as to your true status.. that way, you can't blame me later.
now that, just might be special.
whoa...that is winter time blues
ReplyDeleteyet like columbo i detected some clues
you in site me as tho i'm juvenile an enjoy blues clues
ah on the other hand your wrong
this is real an not toni braxton's another sad love song.
your dialog is captive and mature an no doubt big league, but this is no league
far this is no game
i hurt an be hurt just the same.
i can be problamatic and profound
but my cock and love is all you want to hold down
give me that fire that burns inside you..that inferno that makes you take notice to my foolish treasure chasing ways
messing over the passionate love making with you days...no doubt she is specail...bluebird, dark window type
young nieve and ripe.
but the substance of a matured fruit is more desirable and luscioucs...i may have not pluke the fruit accordinally but doesn't mean i won't find the rite melon.
know that where she is specail and may have been biten
your greatness and shall be feasted upon.
the seasons do not effect my woes
ReplyDeletei have found the story the same whether in springtime blossoms
or winter's blizzard of snow..
the thing that you should consider
because apparently, you don't already know
is that your love is not what i desire to hold down
and your cock comes a dime a dozen
and can be found almost anywhere
i entertain you because it's something of my choosing
nothing that i'm hoping to gain or scared of losing
now, i do not doubt the fact that you can be hurt
but that is only if you were willing to risk your heart
develop something that might come close to feelings
and we both know that you want that at minimal risk to you and devastation for me
and i'm not willing to give it..
do not expect that my treasures you are worthy to behold
when trinkets and conquests are your fool's gold
see, i don't require that you embrace maturity and become pirate of my turbulent seas
i just demand that you be honest and always respect me
and while that includes me watching you deceive her in all your special ways
never think that it will cause me to let you treat me the same way..
so when you decide you're hungry
and ready for ripened fruit..
i'll then determine if what i have to offer is the right melon for you..
for my seasoned fruit of knowledge you are very foremidable...and i say that in the deepest of passion that i lay may words higher than i may be able to stack them...
ReplyDeleteknow this tho..i shall tailor your challenging words and contort some sort of hem...
as you may not know the season of your pain or wether it be daylight or rain...
i do sense your strain..you cannot deny your pain.
although bravado lays not only with man...but woman as well..i'm understanding that a heart can take o so much before it swells
your words don't affect me as they should...for if you figure they are the hands you use to reach down and pull the weed up and out
i shall not scream and shout...you pull me not to pull me out but to pull me up...my root lay buried in your soul of gold..each pull you tugg extends me further like a mothers hugg..
your passionate heart that i once walked on did not crumble..only solidified for me to have a stronger base...
as now you don't want to even see my face...your pain still holds me in grace...you haven't let go only tied your hands...a dime a dozen i may come...but a dozen dimes can't hold me down as you do thru the test of time.
my sweet i deceive no one but my self while you become more bountiful like a aged wine.
as you say once i'm hungry which i'am i shall peal upon my melon gently, i shall squeeze upon my melon softly, and i shall sip upon my melon passionatly.
Im lovin it- Floetess
ReplyDeletewords are building blocks
ReplyDeleteand your reach is too short to reach the top
of the mountain of truth on which i stand
you mistake strength for denial of pain inflicted by a man.. and woman..
for that is my history
you are not the first to attempt to afflict pain on me
but i'm still standing and i don't plan to fall now
so understand that the swelling of my heart and palpitations of discomfort
come from history that exceeds much longer than the short history between us..
and you're correct in the observation that crumble my heart did not
nor will i fall apart
but not to be a foundation on which you are to walk
but to be strength for myself and my two daughters
i have survived much tougher than you and decided long ago to let my words spew
nothing but truth and sometimes that's passion.. sometimes pain
but on ears like yours i have found them both to be vain
because for all your talk about hunger and a desire to eat
you are like a man who wants food but is unwilling learn the feat
of tending his own garden,
cultivating that which is good for the body
mind, and soul
you're still looking at my melon wondering at its taste instead of what it would take to make us whole.
so stay in the boat.. or better yet, on the shoreline and watch me float
because eventually, i'll have outgrown the desire to pluck your weeds and give you instruction from lessons learned that you do not heed..
and when that day comes.. i'll watch peacefully
as you, young David, are put away from me..
Well the duel is on. Seeing your level of astute comprehension ,say's Dani, you can more than handle your own .
ReplyDeleteContinued Blessings and Brilliance, from one of Chase's friends,
Andrea L. Rosser-Gaye
Andrea..thanks lady! Hope to see you around.
ReplyDeletei confirm that the words we lay our mortor in to lay a foundation is that one of great creation. as the matrioch eagle atop the mountain saden by my childish ways..i wish for more better days
ReplyDeletePain is a stain, in which a stain is a badge of battlefield tested love and sacrifice. as one on the outside looking in and flicking tv channels forgive me for stopping in on the history channel
it is not my intended viewing intent...so going to deep below the surface is not me...for i'm not twisted and bent..
tho i shall bend...bow before thee on one knee and profess that i feel you have been put forward and past all test...
tho your heart not suffer but got stronger...always know a strength can be one's greatest weakness....trample me not as tho you are the winning horse in the preakness
i'm a man but not one of overall's and pitched fork...a bad gardner of your love i may have been...i'm i the only one without sin...fruit has been beared and there is no turning back...you have done the best you can with your two baskets of fruit and not lay them next to the river...which shows the courage and will that lays within you...
for life's faults have cause pain...the hand of the spirit above have molded that into instrument of graceful words in which you spew...
i conside my fair lady and gracefully bow to thee so until next time we meet. you stay strong and reseilant on your feet.
let it be known you are one mighty delightfull treat...where you stand may your enemy kiss your feet...
stay they voice of the mute and hurt
stay they will of the strong and brave
stay the light in brightness of blind and defered dreams
as i watch you from a distance in all your gleam.