We cant understand each other because we're both listening.
Seems like your ego and my feelings get in the way of it.
Emotions run deep but your actions show deeper
and when I close my eyes into the sunrise you've fallen deeper
with closed lips pressed against my hips as the moon falls
waiting for us to finish patiently
I can't help but to need you inside of me
because inspite of me
you never seem to find a reason to lie to me
never evoked or soft spoked a violent me
you don't linger false hopes or annomacity
but your caress with my cheeks to your chest
is soooo fly to me

And a smiling straight face you can answer the "why me?"

Like butterflies pondering thoughts of kisses in the spring time
my cacoon is made of the finest silks in China
ugly prior to a metamorphises you see beauty in my final destination
I applaud Satan
for his multiple attempts to let me give in
to walking away from someone so destined to me that God promised
through his mouth
shall come to pass.

How long we last is nearly up to us.

For each measuring cup and spoon I've taken out like a cartoon
drawing sticks and figures
counting wishes and hiccups with 8 sips of warm water
like my mother said to do
I've tried to size you
up and down and each straight faced frown you've contained
rescued by fittering with inanimate objects that understand your frustrations
better than I do
wondering "why me?" too


Each moment I spend away from you
I feel further incapable
of loving that empty void
yes honey
my walls were dark and I forgot to prime before I paint
trying to swim us before I sink
what seems to be so simple to you and frustrating to me
and listening to both of us never-ending
saying the same things we've both heard since from the begining
I believe,
but I'm still exhaling while waiting

I will reframe from ever speaking your name in vain
and contain my thoughts, emotions over flowing devotions
from now on.

Your grunts and moans tells me you're a man of many words.
And every word you speak,
few and seldom possess thousands times the meaning to
Like when you simply say
I love you.

Take your panties off/how im given it up

Here's my roman's revenge: Knowing all the dedications.

I spit fire for reasons you can not comprehend
See I'm not jealous or envious but then again
It seems complicated
I'm elevated—to happiness
I'm not your magnet, to a fagot bitchassness
you're who again?
I don't have time for reasons
to synnocate your treasons
or rationate
every pretty perfect lie
for every pretty perfect try
you wound up
until you were caught
by your pretty perfect high
it seems like she had you by the balls
and you spread your legs and coughed
you fagot ass bitch
gave up your manhood
bent over did it both ways
and for the record lilmizzpoet dont have a problem wit no gays
except the ones that snitchen for richess
coppin feelins for forgiveness
nigga you cheated but you wasn't about your business
I get this
anamocity between me and her got you hot
but truth be told
you should both be fucking shot


I see how you given it up
yeah im straight
but you not raw enough
so its time to take your panties off
I see how you given it up
you mushy and gushy
warm and soft
think its time to take your panties off
I see how you given it up
you aint got time but got lies
if aint right then say its enough
I see how you given it up
your silence wise
but why try to hide
em take your panties off


its not a relationship that shyt was a castration
tryna remain your sis was a lil too frustrating
she got you on your knees
and you suck her dick
till she blows semen on your weave
the one you brought
that horse peice she call a ponytail
bobblehead lookin bitch style decoded like a holy grail
Does it hurt when you change your life
with no vasitration??
Deep in your ass to da back of your throat
dont seem to hate it...
She run your pockets and for her you'd run your mouth
But you were still fucking your ex now whats dat about???
The shyt you talking
showed your true colors
take off the pink drawers boo
im charging you twenty for your fake ass cuffing
forfit your hanes
might as well put your heels on
put your lipstick and wig wrong
cuz your thong still showin

I see how you given it up
yeah im straight
but you not raw enough
so its time to take your panties off
I see how you given it up
you mushy and gushy
warm and soft
think its time to take your panties off
I see how you given it up
you aint got time but got lies
if aint right then say its enough
I see how you given it up
your silence wise
but why try to hide
em take your panties off

Immunity to Pain

Walk a path in the darkness with Psalm 23 by your side
Hoping and praying things might end differently tonight
On top, instead of under the scrotum
thinking carefully of your words and how you choose to hold em'
But it doesn't seem likely that you entertain the thought too long
you hold on; to an immunity to pain.

I'd pay for that kind of injection
for every ounce of rejection or painful reflection
my ego chose to evade... To not ever be phased.
That love maybe present but Zaire's not quite there yet with needle in right hand
bible on the left
I walk swiftly in the shadow of death—I fear no evil
I hear no evil
I see no evil
I fear no evil
But still I fear being a slave to relentless heartache.
Like a swarm of flies to honey, I can't escape.

Reluctant to vulnerable reactions love won't let me contain.
Scars went away but on my heart remained stained.
Losing the ability to love without the immunity to disease
Never giving a F-U-C-K celibate on both knees. There was a time I love you
was more than a three letter expression.
But love is like HIV killing antibodies I can't resurrect them
killing antibodies that won't ever be replaced
and its dormant stage inside of me is inevitable to escape.

Does immunity do that? Or take me back before the insanity?

Black people have thick skin as it is... Searching for that gene I was told I'm born with
And life has been to cruel these past few years
that death has become something I've witness too often.
Yet not quite desensitized from viewing my coffin.
Nor resisting to hop in

I have a long list of pain, in vain-not worthy of my tears.
Truthfully...
There's nothing anyone else could do to me,
that I haven't done worst to myself.
So remaining unfelt in an attempt to stay away
Keep my heart at bay and quietly cry with the lights on,
immune system of a child didn't seem so wrong.

I say I love you and wonder if there's anything left to love you with?
I can find your love, you can find my love
but I wonder if you'll stay when you finally seek it
or would I spread my disease of a painful past?
Lacking the immunity to gracefully embrace
a world where a painful past can simply be erased?

Waiting for my immunity before the disease takes the world over completely.