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She's mad at me today

Hand gesture, she  do know she will have to speak for me to understand right,  now she pasting back and forth and I surely don’t understand uh huh and mmm-

Then complete silence I can’t tell at this point if she want something to drink or at this point I should apologize for something I don’t know what I did wrong as men we reallie don’t know what we don’t wrong-

I wonder if she told her mom about me well in my case I did not have a dad so it is under stable if she did mention me-

But that look that she gives me sometime it is just unexplainable
Now “She knows” I like her in  her abercrombie jeans, tank tops and sandle devastated to be steady it would  be ecstatic if she could make eye counted,

 Now im thirsty if it is. if it may what if we was kindred spirit. all I can say is take me way-


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PICK UP GAME FIRST ONE TO 11 BY 1S

FOR ME TO WIN IT HAS TO BE SOMETHING IN IMPORTANT.

WHY DOES HE HAS RUBBER BANDS ON HIS ARMS, THAT QUESTION SHALL  BE DISCOVER AS YOU GROW WE THE GAME.

ILL STOLE IT THREE TIME IN ONE GAME, HES A BIG MAN BUT THE SCORE 7-11, COME MY PEPS DONT LET ME IMPRESS YOU INN FRONT YOUR PEOPLE, THAT COULD BEEN ON A HIGHLIGHT REEL

GETTING SHUT OUT IN  GAME TO 11 YOU KNOW HE'S NOT GOING GET A NOTHING GAME.

tHE GAME OF BASKETBALL IS ALL ABOUT RESPECT, 
THE ULTRAMENT RESPECT IS TO GIVE NO RESPECT, 
WHEN IT COME TO THE GAME OF BASKETBALL.
thats how you gain respect! ! ! ! 

AND IM HURT AND STILL TOOK YOUR MAN GAME YOU TELL ME WAS WE PLAY TO A ELEVEN OR WAS I JUST TAKE YOU SCHOOL.

talking about running the city, we talk about that later after your lesson-

BECAUSE IF IT WAS A GAME FULL COURT FIVE ON FIVE AND IT GAME BASE ON STRAGTEY NOT SKILL WHO DO YOU THINK WOULD WIN.

RESPECT IS GIVING WHEN YOU SHOW IT, CHECK IS IN, 
BALL PLAY-

Hold ON "RECAP" what was the lesson-

10 years of trading and building 
techniques and incorporations skills can one say 
it was a waste of time 
or waiting on the right time, 

just to pass the ball down to protégées  
just a pick up game first one to 11 by 1’s

Somebody read the paper.
"City That Im From",


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She Knows

The type of person I am I can come off the bench and make An A,
No scout report need it-
She knows
When you look at my eyes is you looking at the color of my eyes 
or my eye brows
Because if you are looking at my eyes then what 
you can tell about me is my personality but if 
You looking at my eye brows
You know my field of expertise even from birth if you ever heard of the saying
She knows
They say left handed people are smarter then right handed people so my 
question is do you eat 
Because you are hungry or do you eat to live 
and also it is a lot of ways to 
Burn calories so how would you know if a man would  pick you up something 
to eat? 
Or was it   
Rhetorical question If I would have to ask 
I say she can probably already tell
She knows
I’m not saying this is the army or even that I’m reserved but what I will say 
this goes out to 
Um it may concern- wondering if you would ever say ha
She knows


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A Spirtual Warrior, prayer

God of most spoken literature and default, 
muted delima, 
frozen and site as peace was the crown, 
to lead.

Light of revealing smiles, 
I as a man look to heaven above, 
Like a sonnet of defrost ice, 
that prove there something is stiill above my kinging thoughts, 
and lost material.

Last of the saints and many eyes held high, 
founder of revolve plate stand still do to lack of gravity, 
my thought grow in patient of rules, 

like the souls of the warrior priest, 
stunt and honor, 
 only to the heavens to trinty meet  this deed. 
what more can man i ask but plenty lost hands of trees. 

bless it and translation the belly of the beast from east, 
with such sand to mount a 1, ooo diease fill find beads, 
 
god where is this hand? 

bless it again to know the words of the garden
 and the creature that once live, 
 i hope that history never fold in meaning as we see fit! 
counterpart, business and chancher what wars could be for saw through man eyes, 
I question the fold of the deck of cards, 
please reap to the barrier of lost soul.

Dividend in passage ultimately salavation, 
start which the eyes of our lords lost and barring fruit, 
hearts of all hearts look to know what a saint is but for me...,  
my self would dine last to see chance of man will and god, 
 bless me again for the words i speak once again, 
, 

Moving the crown to frowns of the holy spirt, 
dampated from the fire of the well, left with mystery of? 
or you could call it a sinner misfortune, 
rich with style, 
appeal in darkness and swim to profanation, 
sparkle as wine should, 
noise loose to up due a  crowd lookes to ruinies, 
the color of sky and sweep the wind to ashes and the sky is left roaten, 
where is the 
hand of god

fruit left by limits, 
the staff of wrath shacking to point to the direction of lost tactics, 
fitting as the back of quick sand what obsession, 
could hear this angel sing, 

This the legacy of a thosand saint march, with white horse and the immortal weapon  
where is this last son that the bible speak of, genesis 2: 13, 
the river of gihon seek sin

good grace, food and shelter, 
salt of lost throne, 
keys that hold no barrier where is a lost soul to at sea,

what men of all men would endurance such hurt, 
in the eye of the kindom it not women that knows there place but better yet the soul 
of a man, 

bless the hearts of all men....


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Moon Said To The Sun

Moon said to the Sun, 
Have you ever heard of a rising of a; Son.
Rising; like no other dynasty a sure sight to watch.

Come take flight.
Unparalleled to any dimension that decide to go Ape, 
What a species, 

Like a horizontal that meet's no parallel to meet one dimension 
In size, and or shape and left turn to speechless.
And rising; it shall come.

It shall be name Orion, 
A warrior like no other, known for such things as hunt and moon, 
Peace; grace the sky.

My son Orion; 
This shall be the beginning of a dynasty, 
Known only as the Sun and Moon Dynasty, 

Let the Bronze Age grace the heaven for years to come, 
And star to the Milky Way shall one day form, 
What is being?


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The City That I'm From

This curse ambera tundra, hell bound between a street and a corner is what i call home. 

The  gemetric figuare, it sit with no pattern or rhymetic, but yet with class. class of middle class workers and classmates that made the name home sweet home.

Come take a walk with me and just whispher, 
Come take a walk with me and just whispher.

The hollow street spike's with swallow some towers, but envy me. 
cars all park in nerby by car ways. 
sweet dreams indeed, 

excuse my French my dear, 
but down here is different customs of how, 
we speak yes em deem.

saying nothing more if it is a recession then it is a great depression coming. 
Asking as what you can see from, as to say which part of the farm is you from, this here is the country 'let it go'.

a dropp of rock, a move of a tick, 
look so touching when its nothing but land and opportunity, 
yacks! ! how do we past time? 

so for us its practice make perfect for that year of a scholarship, 
cheers in deed.

Land for sale, houses being refinance, 
and what do the youth say a book is there best friend, 

so twitter this and twitter that, 
we made something outter nothing by investing in the youth and winning games and making each donates for a club to a fine arts.

Let it be know my city sit like the tale of two city with a voice it has coming from a country to a city, 
but how big of a city only time can tell.

once again coming take a walk with me and whispher, 
coming and take a walk with me and whispher, 

because its not what you say you would do it with it's what us 
youngster did for our community.

(a movement has gotten bigger then me! ! !)   

Will a city chance or will we, 
Pick up the Daily Star will you? 

Have you every heard of Livermush and Baseball, 
Well have a seat and enjoy the game.

better known as the 'Village'
Once again come and take a walk with me.

Borgo Baby,


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Song Cry

A song of a blind bird,
stale and cry.
hymn of a song in hormony to fly by,
is sure to set  feet.

Note by dexter fold arms to sheeps,
foil and cope,
with the mild do throttles to thirst,
seminary.

like symantec of dirtection,
as the heaven snips to the moon rites of memories,
learning time motion of tears,
my heart flirts with literature ,
like hope to a good well.

note of notice,
just luck of verbal communication,
to conscience of intelligence of just words,
and tone turn to lust,
and lust turn to light moods,
where did i leave my capitavite?
in this room.

like a flower to dawn,
we rise together, 
morning to sweep of shore,
like a pastor store in barrels, 
for the fruit of yesterday to pour,
for todays taste ,
of years to past,
of course it was a good year.

like tinkle bell to a warm  berry,
my wish is sit next to you.
to reach is to bring towards,
 to be patient is to remain of stone.

i'm pasting my self with this meal.
to bring friendship to a new conclusion.
will you sit eat with me and bring in the New Year.
or will be know as our anniversary a reason to write.
I mean a reason to continue to write was left to be written!!!


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Girl Next Door

Question Have you ever seen a woman you like blush, now that is attractive I never reallie understand woman in till I got out of school It was this one girl that for some reason like natural selection I would just stare at And she would just fall to sleep during class intend of thinking of class I wonder what is she dreaming About I said to myself officially she does not know notice me in the very last day of class and schedule Class she blurt out Louis are coming back and I’m think to myself I’m a senior officially Not but did again she was just a junior how was she to know if she did not ask? All I know I treated the girls I know with respected and gave them candy I do have older sisters you Now and All I know guys hate me and the girls was just mean girls glad school was out Well to my delight and shock and relieve high school being over and life goes on and A few years later I rent an apartment and year or two years later and odds of all odds she move in my Neighborhood and next door (snake eyes) I don’t mean to role play but Think Like A Man If only if it had sequel it was like She was the “Single Mom” and I was “The Momma’s Boy” but to straighten out the facts About a momma’s boy well in my case I know how to Cook, clean, wash, dry, fold and hang clothes all I would need to know is Would you like cream or sugar with your breakfast because I came here sever And yeah I get it and no it is no such thing as a perfect man if it was how would We show growth to age of age of maturity my good mate But to clarify a detouring I could not imagine she was more shy then me First look and words that come to mind is still gorgeous- And one day I was walking back from the mail post and just when she was coming Out I bump into her and ask her how was her day and the impression of words to found Words of her to say was sensation and a vibe when down my spine when she said good and You that’s that’s good real good I’m still question today did she stutter when she said that must been The heat- Then next week her car broke down on her and I said to myself it’s The battery, engine, or the sensor sense it hot outside Then I seen her son couldn’t be no more than the first grade went to the back of the car And try to push the car it was the most hilarious thing I ever seen But it does build character and he does have his basketball I’m sure he will do just fine By the following week she had another car I notice I never seen a father around and I also Notice she work so hard but how would I ever get odds of asking how was your day ever again And I did not want to be one of those guys here now and gone tomorrow I remember when I was her son age that was the last thing I won’t it so I left it alone knowing I would be leaving to finish my degree in a prestigious university (with god blessing) I stay up to break of Dawn With school work and trying being an entrepreneur and looking outside And she would have back light on For whatever reason thinking doesn’t she have to go to work tomorrow But the question I ask in few months if I would have knew the girl next door but I said to myself I only what the best for you and for some reason When I think of woman I think of Lyrics It’s the weekend of the fourth of July and if it has been like any Other year since I started college than the one place I go on Sunday with my Father I’m sure she know where I will be just my way of trying to say hi but this is a New millennium of woman I don’t think the day I bump into her was an innocent and I don’t Think that she kept the back light on for nothing but I bet she know that “love so many people used name in vain for better or worst I still would put you first”, If only if I had knew The Girl Next Door- 7-5-14


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Money Or Value

Money is a Asset but to the demeanor can it be that of accessories

Money define days declined,

 Value raise quality potential of wanted items or is that of itch of 

 A better quality of life

Money define days declined,

But the question that tanks is the demonor of the structure of a social 

 Class-

To much of a demeanor what is the current of a dollar from where you    

 Are from-

Money define days declined,

Today i read a interesting artical about "basic income" or

  Universal income is it a lost voyage to mention 

  But of today as of fine wine of a barrel it was something to a less 

Mention

Money or value-

To insulted my intellgience is to insulted your intrigued

  Why much you feel so inferior-


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Winter

melting of ice soup warming,
heart is where the ring should be,
Termites joy wait for it,


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