"ArtOfLove"

I be praying for that old skool, just because love

We really do not have to do nothing but show each other love

Where the man is the man of the house,

and the woman respectfully knows her place

 in the relationship, and with grace

She is the nurturer, the backbone,

the not today with that shit, you better leave me the hell alone

the baby I got your dinner ready, are you ready to eat

the, you better go and get them kids, they all are about to get beat.

The winner of the soul, her sons first love

The daughters life model, the husbands all of the above.

The lover, the tease, the sexy business minded professor

The one that makes damn sure, her man is never thought less of,

Gentle rub on the back of the neck, loving her mans skin

And takes good care of her man, so he can continue being

The first line of defense against Satan and his tactics.

The first line of communication to God, The teacher of Christian practices

The provider, the disciplinarian, putting his foot down to all that fall under his lead

The strong arm of affection to his Wife, the last of a dying breed.

having to be the master of everything, The jack of all traits,

Baby go get dressed up, let’s go out on a date

A straight bulldog in the eyes of anyone that oppose

A melted pc. Of butter to his lady, as gentle as the bud of a rose

He protects her, and his family, provides all that is needed

Man of one God, one woman, a man of his word and responsibilities

He appreciates even the smallest of her efforts, treats her nothing less than a Queen

Honors her, cares for her, LOVES her as Christ did for me

“xpressurself”

mind escape...

Someone said I caused a bit of havoc
But they would not let me out.
With every vein in me, I decided to push
Even with doubts, of making it without
My whole reasoning of existence.
This is my conglomerate.
The black birds that cover me
From the individuals which act together
Forming this corporation of blind deceit.
The biggest conceit ever plagued against
Any human being.
Myself… My own.... it was me
I hold tightly to this vine of
Strength, close to my heart
the power to induce the
taking of a course of action: mindlessly
Sometimes I act without me knowing: blindly
But I was able to get away.
Although broken, and damaged,
leaving this
Place of confusion.
We had to do it
We blew that bitch up
Just me and my conglomerate.
My black birds they covered me
And protected me
From me.......
“xpressurself”

"In My Eyes"

I need you to look into my eyes
Do you see me?
Not the residue from my sleep
Not the tears that I hold in day by day
Not the reflection that I see of you when I look into your eyes
But do you see me?
Words have their own separate meaning each
time they are spoken
And I hold them to high regard
Words have made me think the way that I do
And as I hear them, I see things, probably a
bit differently than you do
Some may call it a word play
I call it the other side of a magnifying glass
Depending on how it is used, and what angle they
are coming from, those shits burn
I have a whole in my heart that I am trying to hide from the
rays of the sting before
It gets to my soul.
Again, you may call it a word play, but if you
Look into my eyes, you will see the
physiological functions augmented that has been replaced by
deception from several years of manipulation
as it has been said, you cannot un-know
what you already know.
Am I holding it against anyone…. No
I shall never again be the one to only see you
If you are not able to see the man that I am…
That I have become.
when i speak, my words tangle, and are
misused or my meaning is not clear
which is why i do not talk much
nonetheless
I see you because I want to see who I
Am dealing with.
Not from what you say to me,
But from what I see.
I only ask the same in return.
It isn’t too good to be true.
The truth needs no proof
You just have to see what is in front of you
my actions are real..... and true
“xpressurself”

Window to the Soul

The eye is the window to the universe,

and some would say they are also windows to the soul..

but look deeper….. search within.
what you see just may creep ya out, depending where you begin and end.

come on… try it… look deep inside my eyes

look beyond the dancing giggles. 
you gotta go robotic, bionic even pass the lies.

look at the bars and the scars, the cracks the bruises,

yea even far beyond hopeless and useless.

if you look far enough you will start to see

what truly makes me…….. ME

 I got some peach cobbler sitting on that table

That german chocolate cake that is about get fabled

Some mac and cheese, jerk chicken, and rice

That crack tea is still calling me, turnip greens and ham....

If you look deep enough in my eyes,
 I am looking forward

To the future, 
when it’s time to hang back out with the fam.

My belly is getting a bit jelly, and that is his #1 goal

They talk about food is good for the soul

My eyes was just trying to show you…

“xpressurself”