what grips us to enjoy this bitter bean juice? the strong hot smooth taste that sips its first drip on our tongue. It tingles and Slightly singes the tip making our lips pull back but crave another hit. Is this addiction? love, or lust every day at the same time l go to her house looking to hold her warm body It electrifies my hands With pure heat! Im barly awake She smells so good. Enticing enchanting A strong black woman’s Savory Sweet water. And Like any good woman She keeps me goin her motivating flow takes control whether She be hot or ice cold I need her Sweet. The best in black, but I love her carmal skin, hazelnut, vanilla White chocolate Creamy half and half. Im Fully committed. The best part of waking up is… No, ill take her any time of day! I don’t need anything extravagant Im a simple man that knows what I like Ive seen her with other guys and girls they pervert her goodness With gallons of sugar And pumpkin spice for the season She struts Festively in her eggnog robe She knows and I know I want her I need some Coffee.
Let us raise up kings; turning boys to men! Why have we celebrated weak men?
MEN of God, that are as bold as lions. Who should they fear?
Listen Kings, understanding is Strength. Fools promote feelings!
Knowledge is power; questions reveal truth. listen before you speak!
Don’t get discouraged WHEN you fail. Persistence is key.
There is only the Truth; the name, the way! Everything else is opinions!
True kings look to serve their people; Wisdom guides leaders!
Shunning evil IS wisdom; fear the lord! Salvation is THE name.
Salvation directs kings, guiding in the way. But will you listen?
Was I ever a blank slate? No Even from birth I was a beautiful canvas. The combination of thousands of lives, uniting into two specific beings, that would be my mother and father. Let’s not forget the divine guidance of love, that would allow the pieces of my parents to join together to Create me, let no man put asunder. Our ancestors names are a mystery buried in time, Yet here we are, So they must have been, right? So I Spit in a vile to figure out the intricate details of my Simple life. I wait, then I receive the results. thinking it wouldnt be much, I was surprised, my life’s history covered more than eighteen counties and seventeen that I have never set foot on. What an extrodinary realization. The tale of their lives Continues in my blood. The big Picture is Still being revealed, and me just a piece; I am, but a puzzle.
Buildings are dipped in ink. The sky a warming violet with diamonds; Twinkle twinkle Oregon night, dark blue partly cloudy is alright. I see Luna peak around her veil, soft orange-yellow; her deep dimples swell. She illuminates the darkness, as the lesser of two great lights, but the sun never intrudes on her dominion even with all his might. I watch her reflection in the river as she crystallizes the waves. Evening breeze puts me at ease, I zip up my jacket, and walk through the vibrant shadow of obscurities.