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The Hatred of Skin

Deaths amongst us, emotions brutalize-n-baptize, in excited fires, the world’s 

infected from the tongues of liars, peace deprived us, eternal open eyelids it’s 

obvious, it’s the color of my skin, your women love us, so you hate our men, 

insecure racism is your hatred’s twin, pitiful, what happen 2 the African slaves, the 

Jews-n-the Indians, unforgettable, hatred at its pinnacle, this summit of a zenith, 

is identical, this diseased mind frame is plentiful, concise-n-literal, analytical-n-

political, life in America is difficult, the reason being , the color of a human being, 

deaths amongst us, you hear the demon breathing, poisonous brains still leaking, 

punctured-n-ruptured hearts still beating, pores open, venom secreting, vengeful, 

lethal, deaths amongst us, combustion lungs puncture, what a heathen, just listen, 

just listen, you hear the demon breathing, breathing on the color of my skin, 

deaths amongst us, let’s pray Amen.

Allah created all of us 
-n-all colors, we all brothers
We all lovers, let’s stop this
Sin/the Hatred of Skin

70% of the population
Wrongfully running the nation
While we the 14%, deal with 
Stereotypical racism, while 
We survive under investigation
Face it; this is what we’re faced with

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Life a Sacrificial Sacrifice

Ferocious, East Asian, Siberian Tigers purposely without a conscience, killing crocodiles to feed their children, cobras spitting a paralyzing, vicious venom, God give it, then take it, Life or Death couldn’t occur without his gorgeous, perspicuous permission, souls spacious, her heart’s vacant, blood is thicker than muddy water, possibly depending on this occasion, love without trust, kills most situations which fuels a grueling frustration, ants eating maggots regurgitation, now we run around Rich on Masta’s plantation, beforehand we got  hung upside down castrated, slave owners watching our women masturbating, raping them on purpose, to lighten this fabricated nation, anacondas sitting on clouds killing, then eating that thundering lightning, while that tiger sits -n- watches for what he sees is enticing, Life is Beautiful, yet ugly with her many faces of sacrifices, in Life we must make sacrifices, for Life, even though we subtract from the value of it, it’s priceless.

Sacrifices
That’s 
What Life is

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I Want 2 Be a Billionaire

Chilling on a Fendi sofa in some Gucci loafers, watching Oprah eating alligator-n-
okra, above my fire place on the wall, I have a picture of me -n- a vulture, I turned 
the channel 2 B.E.T., now I’m being entertained by my culture, I want 2 be a billionaire, well I better raise up of this sofa and design me a sofa or some loafers, or own me a network like I’m a Bob Johnson or either Oprah, I know how 2 survive in a room with a vulture, I got my picture on a poster, I’m here 2 revise and better cultivate my culture, I wonder will these same billionaires sit on my sofa and wear my 
loafers, and watch me on TV, we will soon see, until then I’ll be doing what I got 2 
do, tryna be what I’m tryna be, a billionaire indeed, I just need some sunlight -n- 
some water, for I’m already a planted seed.

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Japanese Butterfly

My
Japanese Butterfly
Sole proprietor of my eye
Sole proprietor of my sky
Canary, strawberry
Colors extraordinary
She lives in an orangery
In a hole under an orange tree
Her kisses are of lemon-lime
Citrus, overwhelmingly delicious
Captivating submissive I’ve made
A solicitous conscious decision
To explore, desire, love-n-adore
Till I die 
My Japanese Butterfly
Sincerely, 
Your Puffy-eyed Chinese Dragonfly

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Birds of Bliss

She’s my woodpecker, she’s my humming bird, she’s my goat sucker, my fly catcher, my skylark, my swallow, my blue jay, my sandpiper, my blackbird, she my kestrel, my petrel, my quail, she’s my nightingale, she’s my eagle, she’s my owl, she’s my falcon, my canary, my parakeet, my parrot, my bobolink, she’s my beautiful fowl, with them bushy, sexy eyebrows -n- that gorgeous rare smile, she’s worth the wow, she’s the woman I love, she’s my duck, she’s my swan, she’s my dove, my robin, my wren, my cuckoo bird, my cardinal, my oriole, my nutritious queen from whom I’m nurturing, sucking passion -n- love’s potion out both her breast, I stare into her eyes, while she’s nursing me, she’s my pelican, she’s my goose, she’s my mocking bird, she’s my loon, a bumble bee, mistaken her as a flower, from the earthly scent of her perfume, she’s my atmosphere, when we kissed, every bird I just named, artfully-n-seductively watched us make love in the mist of rocks, grass, dirt-n-sticks, denuded in God’s enormous, superb, sultriest wilderness, yes his wilderness of birds of bliss.

Every bird I named represents our bliss, represents
The way we kiss, the way her vagina hugs this d*ck, each bird
Represents every stroke, every inch, 4 this woman is
My all that exist, 4 she’s my bird of bliss, that 
Will fly North, East, South, or West, 4 this d*ck denuded
In God’s enormous, superb, sultriest wilderness
We represent birds of bliss

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A Gift Never Opened

I guess I was a gift that was never opened, a question that was never answered, 
a clever thought that was never utilized, a blessing from God, never realized, 
only criticized and recognized, through the temporary owner of the devil’s eyes, 
lies vividly visualized, and analyzed, through those who socialize, just listen why 
my soul cries, love unveils, hate’s disguise, my heart’s been floured-n-fried, from 
those who used it to capitalize, like the ocean’s tides, my temperature rise, even 
though I am alive, a part of me just died, that part of me, was a gift that was 
never opened, a question never answered, a clever thought, never utilized, now 
through severed ties, your blessing from God is realized and recognized, this is 
what it sounds like when love dies.

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Death of a King

A brutal homicide, a death of  a king, a regicide, Jupiter witness closely with 
one of her open eyes, the Sun had a heat stroke then died, the Moon cried 
while the stars and all the rings of Saturn lit up the sky, Pluto put a hole in the 
Earth, the size of the Sun, when it was alive, the devil was castrated while his 
wife was circumcised, the Hell fire was completely extinguished-n-neutralized, 
souls giggling for their breast-n-Adam’s apples survived, the Earth’s now 
healed, so his temperature rised, the  clouds sing, the sun’s revived, the 
brightness of the Sun, open up every planets eyes, in the sky they all witness 
a homicide, a death of a king, a descry of my demise, seen by the world’s 
eyes, the Earth stop breathing, until he realized my soul was still alive, in my 
death I’m still alive, my flesh died, but my soul survived, I died, but I’m still 
alive, a death of a king seen by the world’s eyes.

Even the planets
Underneath the Earth
Seen me die, I survived
Now my soul resides on the 
Other side of the sky
Where I’m still a king

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My You

A sophisticated, splendiferous honey of almond, highlighted pecan hue, an intoxicating love, a gorgeous tableau and even sweeter taboo, my you, a resemblance of a semblance, my you, precious-n-private eternal open eyelids, the pinnacle of love, the essence of my being, all I see is you a soul within a soul, a soul within my soul, even in death I couldn’t live without you, from the pain of wisdom ain’t an emotion that can describe how I feel about you, I love you is an understatement, 4 I love you more than love you, a sophisticated, splendiferous honey of almond highlighted pecan hue, the lover of my soul, my soul mate, my partner, my woman, my missing rib, my you.

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Half My Life, My Wife

Rare, essential expensive minerals embedded deep down in the core of 3 
dimensional mountains, silver owls, platinum falcons, waterfalls-n-streams, 
poisonous leaves tufa fermented into stream, a tongue less unfrozen tundra 
evaporated from hunger, copper chocolate-n-brass coconut cream from 
copper-n-brass coconut trees, pink roses, white butterflies-n-orange bumble 
bees, islands, oceans,-n-seas, a voluptuous life mix with the briskness of a 
Saint Lucia breeze, onyx-n-rubies inhale the panache of centipedes, 
outlandishly eating at my vanity, grails of golden milk, the riches of snail-n-
spider silk, colorful canopies draped over killer Brahma bulls exhaling my 
sanity, I allowed this earth to breathe, you see lightening only when the 
Heaven’s are allowed to sneeze, ain't a moon, earth, sun, or galaxy worth 
more than me or worth more than she, priceless my wife-n-me, I bow down 2 
my missing rib, for my wife’s worth more than me, ain’t a mineral in this earth 
worth more 2 me than she,  priceless my she, my better me.

Half my 
Life
My wife

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A Million Miles of Faithful

Venice, 2 Milan, then 2 the Congo, then 2 Cape Town
Then Hong Kong

I stay being a faithful husband, with my ring on my
Ring finger, on Baghdad, 2 the Bahamas, 2 O-ka-ya-ma,
2
O-kee-cho-bee
2
O•ke•fe•no'kee

2 the United Kingdom embassy, on a private jet 2 Bairiki, 2 Bu-run-di, 2 Burgundy, now in a helicopter landing on a yacht, traveling the speed of a 1,000 knots in a thunderstorm, going 2 Sheffield, England, then 2 Tahiti

I have an emergency, well a sense of an urgent urgency, I’m horny and so is she, my wife-n-me, so I travel home -n- turn our bedroom into a successful, gorgeous, tragic tragedy, while we climax from a sexual, exotic catastrophe, my wife-n-me, I make love 2 the only woman who owns all of me, 4 I never cheat, so no matter where I go, or who I see, in my mind, heart-n-private parts, it’s all about she, it’s all about my wife-n-me, until the death of me.

2 her I’m faithful
-n-
Tranquil -n- 4 her
I’m thankful, what’s up baby?