Tuesday, August 11, 2015

"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”