What A Day
The heavens open up for me every morning.
I see the great sky and the sun, shining on me Because I AM the one for my family.
The Fair One.
I'm from a time where rules and discipline kept you alive.
Being immoral meant you were disloyal.
Being gay wasn't a fad. Men didn't switch to get a bag.
When someone tried to run game or test your balls you shot the fair one first. A warning before your love one’s heart hurt
In Sync
What's your address, Misery Lane? I'm just playing. I stay out of that hood. I don't want my neighbors to hold grudges like me. I'm learning how to behave. That old American way.
I was told by a rich man: "Blacks don't get to the billions because they're greedy for the wrong things."
We have to address these issues before we move, because careless living turns dream homes into wastelands.
Intimacy is fierce and angry, like a man trying for a woman who cries wolf, then opens herself to be wounded. I'll give you my marrow, hold it in your life source, and help heaven come to earth.
Real men hold the motherload, and still uplift until you sneak and shift to loosen our grip. When we let go, you say it's our fault.
I want nothing more than to respond and take account for the mess. The dinner table is full, but everybody eats like they want to be somewhere else. Closed by distance of laying near empty love. I want good pussy and a tender hug, like your caring ain't just for show.
Artificial Insemination
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Mormon wives act sexy and ratchet, to promote lust and sin they finally found their way back to being culturally inappropriate. Every race and gender sells trauma, they just pretend their version aint hell on earth
The president and his business escorts are finding ways to make themselves rich again. The king’s disease of glutton and waste, like the glory days of England.
We’re watching the porn like its a live action we should aspire to. Self-mutilation through mental sensation. The world is wide open, welcoming the diseased penetration.
Stolen intelligence telling everyone else they will be jobless and poor. They give America aide by deporting families before they can settle the score.
Fake intelligence says, “Keep breaking the bank for college degrees you will never profit from.” AI will help you be a happy and focus on what they want you believe.
We, Us. Me. You. Have the power to do it different and make a difference. We have to get rid of the mentality of peasants. Stop submitting and giving away power to people who work for us.
The Worst of Times.
Phone getting more FaceTime than you in the bedroom. Smashing more likes for strangers than the love at your side.
Go’ head and call it. Throw in that towel used to wipe your fingers,palms, and thighs clean.
Ain’t no way you holding each other the right way now. You’re too sticky with greed and for personal pleasure.
Limits are long gone. Been surpassed by every lie that looks better than who you have.
They were once IT. Everything you wanted.
You aged them when you changed from damaging lust, that set traps back when being stuck and coming back was fun.
Cut-Up
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Men think they are the gods who create life, so you must have the consciousness to walk a path that builds and strengthens your purpose, intelligence, and bank account, more than your body count.
Loose women cost you everything. Their only stable benefit is changing their mind to get ahead. And all it does is drain you
SpreaDAMMMM
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When your lady puts her soft feet on you, do you want to throw them over your shoulders?
You like them to flop and shake like she's getting mangled.
When she has what a man needs... Pretty face. Phat where it's satisfying.
Eyes that make you search for compromising positions.
Mind that makes you ambitious.
Ass that takes your breath away and stops you in your tracks so you can watch art in motion.
You can't wait to dive in. Pound, smash, see the ripples, watch her bounce and wave, as y'all splash.
Scarface said 1 leg down, 1 leg up. I like them both on my shoulders.
I call that coming for punishment.
THE DARK AGES
Art by Paul Laurenzi
Step out of the era of repeating mistakes. Life is a tussle. You fight and hug. Maneuver in ways to experience love instead of getting slugged or fucked.
You ever go to the chapel for a lesson taught through a blessing. I met the daughter of a man teaching God’s word. She wanted to get away from her father’s unholy union. She said “men experience heaven from a woman’s hell on earth.”
She said she gave birth to an angel. A boy whose tail grew in the front, and her father was the reason for his horns. He grew to speak sharp and cut deep. She gave him all the love in the world but all he carried was her grief.
Huntin’ Season
Parents, virgins, young and inexperienced, beware!
Older men and women are on the hunt. Older boys, pretending to be men, coming back from college, and woeful adults with full-time jobs whose minds and bodies are as soft as Jell-O shots. Their own kind, their class, see them as worthless, dead weight, so they promise pleasure in a scheme to dump their pain on young and tender asses.
Older girls and women, performing witchcraft. Making suckers chase and fight to keep something that's been run through. Holding onto the wounded is like sacrificing your own flesh for mutilation, a ritual of self-destruction to prove how much you love them. You're now part of a collection, trying to resurrect the good girl she violates to forget.
It’s called the soul snatch. A communion of the broken. Sick whispers and acts, completed where the only light shined is when you open your eyes.
Imagine the nightmare. A loving future with a woman who comforts men, sucking and snatching minds to conceive a good life.
Imagine the nightmare. A man who preys to be your idol. He refuses self-discipline and master’s what a broken girl and her family worship.
Get your armor ready. Think about and carry yourself with respect, leading to discussions about your intellect instead of the price for your head.
MY Health Insurance Is Killing Me! (And my pharmacist is their hitman)
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I fought for the blessing, to have American insurance so we can live and thrive. Instead, I’m praying for a sign to show I’m worth living.
The entertainment industry isn't the only one marketing death. Insurance companies keep you alive to engineer extinction.
If you’re human, beneath what society considers elite, you are a peasant—an insurance company’s blessing. Drinking your tap water, making less than $200,000 dollars, kids eating free school lunch, living near fast food restaurants and more weed stores than healthy food grocers. You don’t understand how to use banks, politicians, and suckers who have bad credit for profit—you are a peasant, and a mistake they want erased.
I have an adolescent son with type one diabetes, dying after his appointments because of my new insurance I can barely afford, since I make pennies more than the poor.
They call it the gold standard.
They charge us as the broke middle class, because we are molested by Molina. A repeat government offense, jerking profits from the dead. Cashing in their identity. Specializing in youth movements—brainwashing poison as a fun-loving option.
Insulin is supposed to cost $35.00/max in Washington State. Diabetics cannot live without it. Pharmacies won’t honor that price and tell you, "saving your life is not our responsibility or priority."
They say “Broke ass, your health ain’t my problem!”
"Just pay me the $287.00 dollars or GO… Die. Suffer in silence. That’s the Gold standard price to be raped by Molina now and after life. Take it or leave it."
My adolescent son has type 1 diabetes. He was diagnosed in elementary school, which is also when he testified to pass Senate Bill 6087, which was superseded by Bill 5546, capping the cost of insulin at $35.00.
Molina Gold is the insurance my wife and I had to switch our children to because we make $6,000/yr more than we did previous years when my children qualified for state insurance.
Now health insurance plus dental insurance cost $720.00/month = $8,640/yr—which is obviously more than the extra $6,000/yr we worked so hard to earn. And if that wasn’t nearly fatal, the death blow Molina insurance and CVS pharmacy present is hundreds of dollars in extra out-of-pocket costs for appointments, including the $287.00 for insulin that costs between $2 & $6 dollars to make.
That’s right, single-digit dollar amounts is what it costs to make insulin, and people who require it like breath are dying because they can’t afford the seizure-inflicting prices legal dope dealers sell it at for a profit.
If you are wondering why we stay in this abusive relationship, it's because it was the most affordable and only one that kept our son's doctors. We shopped around, even used an insurance broker and were told none of the other insurance companies had their doctors in network, and Molina was the only abuser that also covered his insulin.
My wife and I have veterans’ health insurance, which doesn’t include dental because we didn’t retire from the military, and neither of us have a qualifying disability to be eligible.
We are healthy and smart enough to continue educating ourselves, to earn more income, so we thrive. But it's the scary hours when you're struggling to pay the reaper for medicine, so he doesn’t present you with his favorite gift. He knows you will return the favor, so he never gets old or tired of it.
Makin’ Moves
Before you make a move, size up every option. Make peace or argue how relationships will decease. It all revolves around the law of prosperity.
JUST MY LUCK
I see you. We share the same pain, and the same joy. So I know both are a choice.
Remember that when life feels like an attack, you won’t always feel happy. We know better than to say can’t because plenty of day’s we learned to make it happen.
You’ll ignore the luck when you have love. The days without can feel cursed, so think lucky and you will always have enough.
WELL Well well
If you're immortalizing negative living experiences, you open the realm of nightmares, where smiling out of fear and thinking truth kills is the drug of choice.
Positivity seems like sucker shit when your purpose is pursing pleasure.
You become open to addiction. The most important parts of your life get the casket treatment. So many people live a life of suicide without the weapons considered by the doctors as fatal.
Collection Plate
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A mentality full-time sinners use to congregate. Spirited therapists using their god to promote love, using payment as a guide to yours.
Hands out and up. Begging. A drug perfected by human indecency. Poverty is a beautiful sight for those who profit from birth and extinction.
An empty man digs depths that produce blood, sweat, and tears from women he holds in place of worship, so what he built don’t sink. Long enough to enjoy the distance he created after penetrating hearts and minds, he uses to escape.
Misdeeds have a wealth of collectors. The cost is a lifetime of debt you can’t afford.
A wise man pays all it takes to overcome mistakes that keep his ego full. A rich man invests in being loyal to a truth that spoils.
Secret Recipe
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Have a steady mind. You can’t hold or create what you need with shaky hands.
Sugar: be sweet to those you care about. Set a limit, because too much rots self-control.
Butter: Tenderness transforms the taste your comments and behaviors give and leave behind.
Water: Be able to move and form comfort. Be available when those who ignore safety want it. Lubricate scars of the heart so love doesn’t shrivel up.
Salt: The necessary cleanser. Regulate the body to avoid and heal a bitter end.
The will and freedom your God gave you to create the life you desire will remain an illusion unless you make this recipe your standard.
Bout That Life
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Didn't know I was about that life till ours was over.
Life is long. Don' t fall for the con, that it's short and the good die young.
They don't get a chance to forgive and outshine their darkness.
When you feel nothings left but giving yourself the right hand that holds the power of God's wisdom he gave man to control--- sending souls on,,, Making bodies dance for life and death. Showing off their last breath.
How do you pay your respects?
A grave life is what those who were never given a chance expect.
Be about a life that makes a difference.
Stand Bye Me
Image from the movie Dead Presidents
So many of us grow up with the fairytale fathers.
Chasing loot and pussy, paying to keep families separated from intimate dinners and still gather where they can be alone together.
Cook outs where drugs and alcohol flow. Everything for the soul to be exposed. Dancing and shouting to resolve issues before the fights and shootouts commence. Now we're holed up, holding hands, spirits closer than they've ever been.
We asked to be taken home long before.
Ain't enough talking to God, meditating or deep breathing, to control. Hoping social anxiety doesn't cripple me because I haven’t figured out the best version of me yet.
So yes, I guess I am always the biggest threat.
Stop Fucking Around
No man can hide from life. Whether fully or ill-prepared, your fears and cares will be exposed.
Are you preparing to live out your dreams or nightmares?
Nitty-Gritty
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Whenever I can’t help, I feel like I lost respect. I know better, but thinking the worst is like giving birth. You know the pain and think raising love up and better than our youth makes you too mature to feel the same hurt.
They say you pay to play; at my age the only game I’m running is making sure my wife’s still willing to get down like she’s in heat, sweating like the raw spice we used when we were young making tasteful porn, without recording the moments and movements that would make desire last.
When you’re young, you can make it feel good. I’ve always been hard to deal with, but I never wanted anyone to feel like they have to make up love.
I’ll take it in truth and power because it’s a requirement for my bloodline.
MARKED MAN
Relax
Go get a load off. Make your lady happy. Make your children smile. The abilities of a blessed seed sprouting growth for his world. But... What if all that fills you with dread because of living a life you never wanted?
Some say there aint a problem love can’t solve. Unless love is the problem. You know… When it feels different. Warm hearts and bodies that give you comfort are stripped, for a stranger’s entertainment.
Conversations too friendly to remain that way. When you make yourself comfortable with distance in your relationship, you nurture and become the danger.
Ain’t that a bitch-or, as they say now a days when a man’s sensitive. Showing a softer side is how we slide. Isn’t it ironic-being hard is what women want and what makes them feel like they’ve had enough.
Who can relax knowing it’s always a war!