If your walls could talk

If your walls could talk,

What would they talk about?

Would they gossip about us

And the things that we’ve managed to accomplish in this very moment,

As silently they witnessed?

Would they tell of how I would anxiously shove you

Face up against them, as soon as you step through the threshold,

My left hand holding your neck firmly, the right dropping your defenses to your ankles,

Fingers exploring from head to toe, soaking in your delight, as it roams your body?

Would they express with regress how I made you writhe and squirm,

And burn like a forest fire with an uncontrollable desire, with much to be admired;

How you would moan for me to go deep inside,

your swelling lips begging to be hushed, but alas theres no rush?

Would they disclose how I forced you to the floor,

Down on all fours,

As you whimpered, begging to be played with some more?

Or tell how you pleaded with me,

To drive in from behind,

As they observed without a sound,

Us imitating two animals in a mating ritual?

Would they voice how I raised you from the ground,

Thighs straddling my waist,

As I slipped inside, legs wrapped around,

For a ride to my bedroom,

Leaving them to wonder what came next?

Wondering if is all that they hope for or something they didnt expect

Leaving unanswered questions....and much to the imagination

Life: A dedication

Life is an ever winding road;
One that we build upon it as we go though our stages of life,
We are constantly laying the foundation that will become further cemented in the future,
in order to illuminate the vision for those who come after us
The journey can be warm or cold,
with every action causing a roadbump, yield sign, or traffic light,
as every decision paves and plows in the distance.
When we’re young we try to race,
rushing to success without leaving a trace
In order to see the next event along the way.
As hard as we try though we can’t change the pace
that time and fate passes in a day.
And when we become wiser the days rush by
as we desperately try to hold on
to each passing minute as they fly
like the sands of the hourglass you sit
knowing that they soon will be gone.
We have our up hills
when it seems so hard to get through each day.
We have our down hills
when carefree happiness washes our troubles away.
There are gorges and pitfalls along
that we must make every effort to bridge.
Failure will mark our last day,
and we’ll topple off that ridge.
Should we avoid the falls and the break,
our road will wind as we choose.
In the end it is the steps that we take,
and not the price of our shoes.

So what road will you pave as you leave your legacy?
Remember that what you leave behind will become your greatest memory
The road that you pave will essentially be followed by others,
As they pave their own roads, finding their own aspirations and wonders
Today we honor a man who has left his legacy of servant leadership
Paving his own road so others can have an easier trip
He was a loving father, community leader and pastor,
with the uncanny ability to touch others,
He was a bishop, a man of God, a husband and a brother.
So when you look up and see that this street bares his name,
Know that this man didn’t do what he has done for adoration and fame
Think about your legacy, and which road you wish to take
And think about the future, and how your decisions in your past can alter the decisions
that the kids, our future, will make.

30in30 Post 1.....Casette Life

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Curtains had never carried a voice so serene;

a frequency of precious gems glisteningto my ears,

wrapping a most beautiful hour-glass,

yelling with the sharpness of tropical pink and orange;

you looked good as hell in that dress.

I had many fantasies of lust and of love,

and of us dancing in a fairytalelight,

marking our path through the eyes of admiration:

Communion rarely spewed forthsuch extravagent life -

each stride being a new bursting heart.

Then the dance was over…Once again you was gone

I loathed Him, and hated that dress.

Only I should be the one to touch grace;

to gingerly caress those pink blossoms of silk,

and feel the sands of time slip between my fingers,

and out of my hands forever...

The last drop of Vodka spilled,

I wiped my mouth in spite.

The burn alone wasn't enough,

I found no pleasure in inebriated senses.

Contemplations told me to move on,

but past videos of you kept me paused -

and I thought I had control.

Rewind.....Play.

I won't stand alone

I'm standing up tall
But not to be brash or arrogant
But to issue a challenge
To those independant women out there

Will all the good women....please stand up?

If you are a real women then you know where I'm coming from
When I tell you that I am not the one..
I am not the one to spend money on you
Buy you those designer shoes
So you can walk and hold the hand of another dude
While I am at home calling your cell like a damn fool

Please stand up
Those real women who are not influenced by Destiny's Child
Those women who want to stay at home to chill instead of going to the club and acting wild
And even if you DO go to the club, you keep a low profile, instead of wearing a hoes uniform
trying to hustle me out of a drink with a little ass shake and a smile

Please stand up
Because these songs have gotten be to believe that you are all dead
Can't even give you a simple compliment without it going straight to your already big head
And I cannot have a conversation with you without it leading to the bed....I dont mind, but sometimes its cool to be deep and intellectual but your,
too busy paying attention to the shoes on my feet instead of the words I just said

Please stand up
Because these songs have gotten you to believe that you NEED a
Timberland wearing, du rag having, pistol packing, pants low to the ground, cant pay the rent but can buy the new Js, car stop but the wheels spin the other way, living at home with his mother ass brother.

Please stand up
If you can comprehend that I am a brother thats able
To keep a job, pay my phone, lights and cable
remain financially stable and still put off on the table, because you know I can throw down

Please stand up
If you are not going to spit game
Wait for me to trick out change
While believing that niggas aint shit and we are all the same
And love is the only thing that you are trying to gain

Please stand up
If you can go through the hardship of a relationship
Instead of skipping out like a....

Please stand up
If a good man is somnething you can value
If you are a woman that always stay true
Who doesnt listen to their single friends but focuses on whats best for you
Then this poem is talking about you

Please stand up
Because this is the WOMAN that I wish to pursue

All to all you other GIRLS...who are in their own little world...remain seated