With a Grain of Salt

There is nothing more unintelligible than the human heart. As Homer once said, at the current state of living, I too can imagine what's so difficult to understand. Mere beings as we are in todays society, the level playing field is handicapped by numerous factors. The freedom of being heavily influenced to dreadful acts themselves are easily tempted. What is to love as it cannot be seen, endowed by the ultimate individuals scheme. Run with the wild as though you dream, they shatter so fragile, unforeseen. What does it take for one to 'cling', the moral of enrichment, all so lean. Attachment, oh so taboo, I rest my anchor on your shoes. Having set my organ beneath the chest, it's kickoff, I push reset.

Once anyone gets accustomed to fall in and out, there's no telling when one has the knack to shout. Or, in this case, just write and believe in thy own words. No one person can say they've met every type of mate to have ever date, but the idea of finding that one true match, is very compelling. The multitude of personality, appearance, nationality, endearment, vitality...list goes on for the skeptical few. All that really matter is what sharing each others company will do for the two of you. No one is perfect, the thought of being 'normal' to anyone is just as abnormal to another for some. Convenience, taking others for granted, foolishness, re-branded. Life is a constant stream, without flow or practical fluvial matter, there would be nothing more, fore or latter.

To understand what the 'significant' other brings to the table is just as challenging as presenting yourself to him/her yourself. It is easy to fall out of line and mess up a few times, but the act of trying to correct wrong from right goes to show improvement. In a perfect world, our life long dream along with fairy tale love would be too good to be true to handle. Getting a grip for the moments we seem to cherish by the minute is often overlooked by the thought of what can be better or what is it that we're trying to accomplish and maintain. This is a mistake, if not, a partial problem to the demise of a blossoming relationship.

The cycle of dating never gets old, it's natural and everoccuring, then again there are several ways of finding yourself in one loop more often. I'll break it down to two distinct types as noted; 1. Singles Net and 2. Good Terms. The more obvious and low profile would be Singles Net. In this particular category comes personal preference and the value of ones self reflected upon others. Therefore, what you perceive in 'reality', reality being constant and ever changing determines your interest within the common pool. Second is Good Terms, based on how an individual sets their value and what he/she seeks may last from short term to long term given they both praise the enduring couples theory.

No Testify, No Trial

SNP LDW '09

Lucidly Elusive

Involuntarily haunted from you, you, and you. I found out the hard way, it just won't fade, no way. Dreams are nothin' but fictional plays engaged. It's like one day of a rave, everything's blurred and the focus is the feeling that escapades the nay. No matter what I do in the toss of turns, my body's burnin' up, yet it's subtle, dark, and I'm stuck. It's safe to say it was a one of many good ones, to each his own, every story has it's place, and every place that forms the story is out of a taste. Be it the subject of the matter, I think it's about time you and I should shatter. The curse is in the mirror itself, take one look and see the reason I've felt. One way or another, you keep comin' back and I'm duckin' for cover, I lie. It's good in an uncomfortable way of setting by wonder.

612L

Body is pressed against a silky finesse, she can be so raw, I call her no-no best. Cuz I don't know any better than to fucks with a miss stress. Her emotions are fully dressed, tucked behind a style that's more than a bit obsessed. Part of her wants that, a piece of her does this, first thoughts are often better than seeing it through the guess. The proportion of her mass is beyond what any other would ask,she keeps it real sweet like I'm a sucka for that. But for real though, her ass is like real dough, one smack and it will heal slow. The insatiable face she glow is the taste that I have and it won't let go. To appease her appetite, it's bite size bark, the proof is in the many works of art...

Musical Sex Partner Chair

Modern day relations, like musical sex partner chair, ones who hatin' and ones who equip that flair until it manifests itself look at who, it's you who stare. One up the next hun, she lovin' the sex and... done. The time it lapses and collapses before you know it the gaps fit. No orderly fashion, disorderly facts win, over and over, the cycle is waxed in. Keep it proper, every turn is a learning curve, every nerve is a burning verb. You know desire is much like a rush of adrenaline herb, your body is enough to make it gaudy and such, my bad, the other half is naughty by touch. I nod you a blush, mind you, we speak of a blind crush. At last, am I not in a rush, slower than a fatty devouring his patty when it comes to another lust... And gladly, I'm steady at ease,and ready when it comes down to the please... Be aware, I'm not one to, stop, look, and stare. I know these ruckus is part of the glare, picture palette, when painted I see another foul hit, but this smile never quits. Blank blank blank.

Standby on the Wire

Inmate askin' for a package I can't deliver, If it was up to me, quarter queue message is glittered. 500 cap'd shimmerin', go figure. Shakedown shackles, whisper new castle to fiddle. You lucked out, even peers are riddled. My bad, I'm youngin' to ya mid dubsters. Take my word, buck, dealin' with a young crooked cut. Paste my share even then, burnt green in the air. Is not blood thicker than fair, the fuckin' lawn mowin' threw off the snare. Eyes bleeding, can't take the request without a stance minus glares. Believe you me, I'd gift wrap your necessities and hand ship it bare. Beyond a shadow of a doubt, you'd think twice, nikka, I do fucking care. Gimme a time capsule, truth trumps thought what lies beneath your hurrrrrr. Pause, nikka, just pause for a moment....BRB. Likewise on the rebound, I expect the same, nothin' less on the me grounds (AKA: my boundries). Post Op... See you soon, deal with ya there. Peace outro ESCObarred your ass up, play the hole, I'll pray for your soul. Either that, or the streets finna eat you whole.