i need a poem.....

i need a poem....
i need a poem that will see me when i am walking down the street and just want to stop...and come back just to tell me that it wants to get to know me.
yes... a poem
i need a poem that will express itself, giving me the sense of urgency to just listen;
speaking as though it has a passion to make sure that no detail is missing
i need a poem
i need a poem that will be as into me as i am into it.
spitting game at me with the reterick of a seductress, the only difference is, there is no bullshit.
Go ahead, i give you permission to mind fuck me........ make me wanna just melt like a little bitch
wrap me up with lyrics that will give me that ultimate erection from your dialect, and keep me that way until it hits that vein connected to my head making me so dumb founded, and that other vein to my feet will not want to do nothing but just....... sssshhhhhake.
to make the very conditioning of my loins just want to burst out with an eruption of mental stimulation

yea.... just a poem

i need a poem that will take the stress off of me so that i will not have to worry about making you continually intrigued with me, but have some of that come my way also.
Hell i need my ego massaged every once in a  while.
make me feel like a man and not a slave of ........ your beauty and sweet smell that will later turn me the hell off anyway.......
a poem is suppose to go both ways, and not only, i need, i need, i need. but what about, what can i do for you.
it is not always about you poem, but i need to be spoken to.
 i need to be ministered to,
 i may not WANT to be where you want me to be, i may need you to be where i am for a change.
don't judge me, at least give me the damn benefit of doubt, to hear what my heart has to say
i need a poem... to speak to me, not at me,
i need a poem that has placed the past where it is, in the rear view, but give me hope for the future.
i need to be able to breathe, with a poem of life, one that will set me free, allow me to be free, and allow me to know what it is to be me and to live...... free.....
it is said that when the soul feels like it is not free, it rebels.
so would you please give me a love, wait i meant a poem..... that is specially created... spoken...written.... for me
please..........

"xpressurself"

SO SWEET.... The Beast..... DAMN

There has always been this little statement made about me,
Oh wow Xpressurself... "YOU ARE SO SWEET"
In the beginning when everyone has been so busy with showing off their representative
I be who i be and i give what i am gonna give
I will do what i have to do just to ensure there is no issue as far as.....
starting any type of shit with me, showing off your ass
I know i am kinda drifting a bit, but what i am talking about is when a man and a woman first meet
no one is really themselves, everyone is sharp on their feet.
Well, this is I. I am the person that MOST ladies really do not want from the jump.
The really nice, free spirited, always willing to help and stuff....
  i.e. "AWE, YOU ARE SO SWEET"
UMMMM HMMM.....
I speak with a moderate tone, always doing something to make them laugh
laid back, always chilling....... you know free spirited, walking my own path
conversation good, keeping things going
My me side, keeping life flowing....
i tell you in the beginning, that i can be moody, but just not taking my mood out on anyone
when i want to be left alone, leave me alone, and my stink will soon be done
but some do not see it like that, they wanna come in and talk, and that is fine
but i am in a mood, meaning it may NOT be my thinking time
i will listen to you, smile, and converse back, just to keep things at bay
if i am in mood, i am totally nonchalant, meaning there is no telling what i may say
if you ask a question, and i do not see a need to massage your ego, the truth will disperse
do not ask if you do not want the truth, how many times does this have to rehearsed
so NOW you have an attitude, and you acting like a bitch
i am still in my little stink, it has only been 30 minutes, i really do not give a shit
so now you are talking to me like you have lost your mind, and LAWD KNOWS me like no other
why does he not prepare my beast...... why does he allow me to release my monster
my skin has began to peel, and my eyes spit fire from hell
all you had to do was just leave me alone for about and hour, leave me to myself
give me time to put on some Scarface, Tupac, Jay Z behind a Kanye beat
Lee Williams, Chester Baldwin, kirk Franklin, give me time to let the Lord speak to me
You truly did not like my being sweet, you insist on looking up at the Guerrilla
uh uh, do not be mad now, you asked for this beast..... Nigga
I will respect your space, and still be considerate, just to make sure you are alright
I will give you time to unwind, even vent if need be, because we all have that right
To know me is to get to know, learn who i really am
HEAR ME WHEN I TELL YOU ABOUT ME, LET ME... BE ME.... DAMN
"XpressURself"