a smile says

no matter how the day has gone

how it has been
good or bad, a person can always depend

on a smile, to brighten the day;

a warm smile says pretty much anything

a person wants it to say.

like a defining moment, a smile shines brightly
especially when it's natural and comes from one's spirit
the place where it's impossible to pretend;
the space where one's flesh ends and their soul begins

a smile says, i am a frown turned upside down

which is definitely needed in this world gone backwards

where heartfelt laughter,

it has seemingly taken a backseat

and people, well,

they simply stare

as if they are afraid to be happy
or show how much they truly care

while this is true,

for some reason, it doesn't appear to be the case with you.

this is what your smile says

a gentle breeze

a gentle breeze

it arrives from nowhere, least expected,
in such a calm and inspiring manner
our nature is unable to reject, only receive and respect it,
allowing the breeze to do what a gentle breeze does

while sitting quietly besides an open window
staring outside, completely lost in thought,
i recall something or someone far off
who made me feel so alive

when life arrives at pleasant memories
i simply go with the feel,
i mean, the moment certainly appears real
unless my eyes, they lie

i could never deny, a gentle breeze
nor it's immediate temptation.
a soothing relaxation needed within my life, in the worst way
a smoothness which i can both appreciate and emulate,
considering how past storms left me somewhat torn

like a badge of honor, a breathe of fresh air is worn with pride
it clarifies, reveals the person inside,
it rejuvenates, wishing i could escape to the very place
which gave birth to the breeze,
even if it isn't remotely possible

so, all i can do, now,
simply close my eyes and exhale,
thankful for the moment itself, everything learned

then hold firm, awaiting its expected and divine return

forever has gone away

rest in peace, cookie & reese.

unfoolish

i'm sorry, but

i am not a big fan of people who

come to me seeking help with their struggles,

then, once i've gone thru the trouble

became a helping hand,

they trusted to have an attitude

when i could not or choose not,

to, help them again

made me realize how they weren't satisfied

with the fact that i'd already inconvenienced myself,

by bending over backwards

apparently they wanted me to break my neck,

suffer disaster

maybe even become paralyzed

and it's always the same people

guaranteed to turn their backs on me,

the one and only time, i knock on their door

during my time of desperate need,

leaving me standing there, all alone

playing the role of the fool

a humiliating feeling which has led me

to promise myself one thing i shall never do;

i will never give anything for free,

i have nothing to give you

unless you have something to give me

tongue game

i remember the times
when i’d slide down below
close my eyes
and rush thru it,
see, i was hardly up to it
or should I say it was never my thing

then, after hearing the joy it brings women
i had to re-think my stance
especially once a woman informed me how
the memory of good tongue game made her change her panties

any woman, no matter who she is, or isn't
will eventually open her heart
once the man masters the art of giving head
as if he himself invented it


i remember those times
where i would rush to enter the woman
before she had a chance to ask
i would have ... but you never said anything, i'd say
and quietly laugh


then, after seeing how it accomplished every mission
i quickly changed my position
and became one licking and sucking motherf*cker
after she claimed, what you won’t do... another will

so other men can act all chill talking about
they don’t eat coochie, if they’d like
but while your mouth is running
there’s someone sitting in your woman’s ear
talking about how he or she will eat it all night

and,
believe it or not,
your woman is listening

what God loves

rather innocently, i stumbled across an injured bird
it had damaged wings,
as i approached, i noticed the hurried and frightened manner
in which it attempted to fling, its tired body

and soar effortlessly into the clear blue skies,
breathing its own personal air
without much needed and accustomed strength,
the anticipated flight just wasn't there

immediately, i knelt down and cared enough to see
if there was anything i could do,
perhaps apply first aid to a feather or two
of course, i perfectly knew

the helpless bird, it could not do the same for me,
but something in my heart was certain
upon how some things in life
are simply meant to be