The Aphrodisiac of Power / Volume II

The Aphrodisiac of Power / Volume II

She was looking for a thug and she found one/ Amazed at how quickly her toes pointed to the ceiling above his bed/ Or should I say HER bed since she paid for it and he never gave her the money back like he said he would/ She was on his layaway plan/ laying a […]

The Aphrodisiac of Power/ Volume 1 #REMIX

The Aphrodisiac of Power/ Volume 1 #REMIX

Power… When a woman tastes its sweetness, she soon becomes addicted to the many flavors and selfless favors of a sexual slave/ His balls securely in her purse, he is a man in flesh only/ Marionette is his true self and she is his Puppeteer/ Her pedicured fingernails are laced with strings connected to his […]

the nasty

The Nasty

As I think of the nasty there is to cum/ I think of the verses that have cum before/ Like flashes of wetness between skin on skin when pelvis meets pelvis/ How I learned through a variety of lovers that no woman is the same/ Flavors of ice cream dripping down my tongue in liquid […]

Once Upon a Time…

Once Upon a Time a little boy was nine/ with a brain still soft intellectually/ His young perspective being shaped like freshly blown glass/ The little boy’s heart glows with passion in the same way/ he watches his elders entertain themselves with philosophy and tales of the times that were/ his little face beams with […]

Dildo Days

Graffiti Bleu

The poet said: “Dildo days/ She can’t deal with wish wash ways She knows where its been because she knows where it lays” My reply… Interesting that a creature with so many dimensions/ can compare a dildo to a man with such conviction/ Female, as spontaneous as the winds that usher in the chill of a […]

The Horse & the Carrot. #REMIX

Use your mind for a moment and picture a carrot and then picture a horse/  Imagine the carrot represents wealth and the horse represents the citizens of the world/  Use your mind and place that carrot on a string which hovers just over the horse’s nose/  Now attach the string to a stick that hovers […]

In Her Time… A Guest Blog From Poet David Reaume Demola

In Her Time… A Guest Blog From Poet David Reaume Demola An old woman once told me that life was so much more simple, in her time. Because all she ever learned was reception, working the front desk for a local businessman, welcoming guests into the house of her husband – She said she can’t […]

I’m Too Pretty to Fight…

I’m not speaking in terms of perfect skin afraid of the inevitable scars of life/ Nor am I speaking like a man who carries guns after his previous loss in a fist fight/ This isn’t the fast talk of a pimp with Jedi mind tricks that depends on clean suits and verbal abuse/ This is […]

I’m Done With You

Sometimes you have to lose your mind before you come to your senses/ Life lessons are expensive/ Especially when we try to make sense of the senseless/ My wisdom was Cazals with scratched up lenses/ Can’t accept how you got past my defenses/ Even though I know that the Devil’s relentless/ Engine running good/ here […]

She Fascinates Me…

She fascinates me with her relentless exploration for the flavors of passion/seasoned with the syrup of joy/ She tastes life with me just before dripping wisdom on my core self/ from balls to bone marrow/flesh and spirit we dance forever/ Like the edges of 2 galaxies spinning besides each other/ Harmonious we are beyond what man can […]

Who He Really Was… (Sincere)

6 foot, 2 inches/ long reach/   Orthodox or southpaw with his speech/   The type to lay silent and make noise/   The type to get challenged and stay poised/   A fighter/ a graffiti writer/   Similar to me he was an outsider/   Not afraid to scrap/ but afraid to fail/   […]