HEAD GAMES
I’m a little off in my head-needs a-lot of warmth, licks, strokes and caresses. Just don’t make it ache, cause we’re full of temptatioooon…. Won’t allow sin to be my sensatioooon… I’ll just fuck you right, so I don’t do wrong and let out my frustraaaatioooons!
I'll give you kindness if you give paaaatieeeence!
MIRROR MIRROR
What age do we stop seeing fear?
When do we begin to see our beliefs matter more than other?
Why is it all so clear when we don’t have to look at ourselves?
The mind, the eye, the mirror, our key to our best self, in that alternate realm.
Mirror Mirror…
Make me great.
Help me see and stay on the path.
I believe it’s gotta be GOD talking back.
EMOTIONAL
Never approach an argument when emotional.
Unless you want to end up like Carl Thomas. Hurt by a woman who used to be your love. Now her heart pounds under a heavy weight who gives stability.
All she wants is to shake and quiver.
All you gave her was angry cries and a snotty shaky upper lip.
Dick head, you wet the wrong ones because she was never who you looked out for.
PRIDE!
GOD.
I struggled today. I was mean to some people. They deserved it in my opinion. They don’t know what I was going through, yet they behaved as if they wanted my strife to continue.
And through them, it did. I continued the wickedness and met their will.
I thought about how much it pleases me to beat a man acting like he thinks I’m pussy, until he sees red. Leave him leaking and smelling abandoned.
I thought about my promise to be better, think better, behave better. Betting one can get through the same ignorance, makes man er’ and use the power that rids families of god’s children who grow to men acting like they never experienced discipline.
GOD!
I’m just a man. I waked away trying to forgive them. But mostly wondering “were you playing a joke on me?” Hard as I’m trying, I wanted them to feel when I give up on forgiveness and peace.
I forgave myself. Now I forgive them.
Thank you for my wisdom and safety.
Thank you for not letting me suffer longer than I could take.
For The Record
Sometimes I reminisce, thinking about people I miss, ones who should be here to see how I'm raising children, so they can judge & throw in their 2-sense about how this generation raises “different” children.
For the record…
I love you.
I scratched up, repeated mistakes and broken trust. I still hear how much you want to go back to when it was new and didn't have to be fixed.
I think how good it would feel to bring them all back, then I think about breaking away from god’s covenant. It gives me less time to feel pain from never experiencing their love again
What is it about sad s songs that choke you up and hold you so you can’t turn them off.
For the record…
I'm scared to hold onto people because I never heal when they want to be let go.
WHERE IS THE LOVE
Some days I don’t give a fuck. Then I get offended when I feel the ones I love start to suck.
Bad blood flowing.
Feelings that make caring sluggish.
Had to stop watching weirdos on the web. Had me trapped on how other people operate their relationships. That’s a line real men don’t cross.
Hate comes fast when your own love ain’t the focus.
GAINS
When you gain weight, you look pregnant.
And you become pregnant with depression, self-doubt, reluctance to move-ahead, or any limb that will shed the fat. You convince yourself to be content in the world of happy fatness. Providing every reason to stay that way. Assisted by medications that make being an addict, popular and sexy.
There are financial gains in obesity, food, alcohol, drugs, (illegal ones), but especially alcohol and prescription addictions that double misery and profits.
You gain the weight of hating the way you look, stuck trying to regain moments of confidence you ate and shit out.
You also gain knowledge to pull and throw your weight around. This’ll make you believe it’s ok, maybe even sexy to be bigger than you Never wanted.
And when you make yourself into a version you Never Wanted, you make yourself hard to keep.
Wherever you are in this journey of life, work to regain your truth and respect for yourself.
Tis The Season
When she gets out of the bath, ass glistening, pussy fresh and ripe for the sticking.
Umm umm-finger liking good.
Ah-dict
We are addicted to everything. Mostly remaining in struggle, so we can feel like we are working to overcome our troubles because either we haven’t learned to believe we deserve happiness-trust and believe in our version, or, put too much importance in what others say it’s supposed to look like.
Gotta want to change the situation more than change other’s opinion of you.
A Father’s Culture
His culture doesn't always match the world outside of his mind, hugs, or kisses, because its opposite of his gentlemanly love in a world abusing itself to create cold-hearted alphas.
Big Nick Energy
Art from TeePublic
We got the tree up.
It sparked old thoughts of robberies. All those damn lights. I remember sirens made me run and ask for God in moments the dumb try to wise up.
No presents under the tree yet…I’m busy establishing a happy home.
Right now, the kids seem happy tho.
I’m anticipating a good morning. I pay a high price to remove sorrow from years of digging graves to be a wholesome family on their favorite day of entertainment.
And their Mama knows I do it for her Ho, Ho Holes!
Ready To Live
I’m ready to live.
As I grab my handle, head to my corner(office), ready to take on the wisdom that escapes people drugging and abusing their mental so they can make a killing over wasted potential.
I see clouds of odor, from bodies needing more love than they know how to provide and mental fog, from years of surviving the swamp.
I’m ready to die because I feel stuck. Wishing I didn’t give a …. Knowing it would make my life steady. Positive selfishness elevates people to the top percent. I’ll that high over an infestation of ignorance.
I rattle with anger and headaches because my dreams and ambition seem stranger than repeat offenders taking every turn away from the right decision.
Since I’m awake, I can’t count on greed for real change. Something in me says I gotta be better. Too many times I’ve felt worse trying to seduce life, betting her my sex and lies would make it all right.
How many days do you feel like you’re the user, working yourself to exhaustion to return to the trap because it relieves confusion?
I’m ready to live.
Being old and wise don’t pay-off the doubt enough for the wife and kids to keep the house and love tidy.
Ways & Woes
When you feel trapped at work, do you find a different path to escape or do dirt to force an end to your suffering?
Those are the choices most rely on in all relationships.
Dirt stains. But a different path helps you change a soiled life.
Wooooooow!
When your kids start thinking drugs and alcohol might be cool. Teach them that aging healthy is the drug that never gets old. That’s what they really want anyway-to escape youth, without being too old to seem or have fun.
Sit’em down and let’em have that taste.
Everyone needs to know the feeling of a life wasted. They already think they know the pool of despair- full of worries and cares for nothing that will matter after their trends end.
Life without health feels like addiction. And I don’t care what drugs are legal, no parent or child wants to care for a user and abuser.
Think on It
Fatherhood requires a selfishness everyone won't understand and ain't built for- because the self-less-ness it comes with feels like a whore's trap. A-lot of days you feel fucked and stuck, picking up the peace after your family keeps giving it up.
Wake & Bake.
Rough day yesterday!
A better night-because I allowed the love for & from my family decide how we spend the rest of our time.
Starting the day off good because that’s what I need to return the good energy spent on me!
To all the Father’s wondering “HOW THE FUCK DO I DO THIS?”
My advice is Just don’t pull out!
Dead Beat
Image from Across The Spiderverse
Is it ever ok to be a deadbeat dad when your kids gotta eat?
You have to beat excuses dead.
Take the risk you’ve been beating yourself up for not taking and blaming your family- as the chain holding you back when they’re really holding you together.
Beat yourself up a little more about your own mistakes. Scrape away the fake ego. Instead of studying anger, study someone who consistently regains control-of themselves.
That’s the beating you have to understand so you can overcome being a Dead Beat
To all the Fathers wondering “HOW THE FUCK DO I DO THIS?”
My advice is Just Don’t Pull Out!
TROUBLED MAN
Trembling.
Crumblin.
Can’t fold under the troubles of a man.
What do you do when life feels better in your head when you break your golden rule.
You’ve been against lashing out at family because relationships bleed more pain than you have time to recover.
All you want is quiet, peaceful love but your son refuses to learn any lessons from mistakes and labels consequences as an enemy that holds him under the fire of failure. The way he shoots off at the mouth, makes you think he wears the crown and vest of success, but the reality is his discipline leaves him un-polished, so his view is tainted. Fortunately, responsibility and discipline are all he’s missing. Unfortunately, these are some of the most crucial for a young man to live beyond his teens. You know because you held yours hostage by any means.
He sees the rules of the father as bullying, and children hate bullies. Everyone hates bullies. Bullies hate their own lives. So much they do everything in their power to tear it apart- from having a place in any others. Every second of life feels like a lonely night. Walking in weather that whispers hellish memories and makes you wonder how fast your blood would wash away. How fast your body would decay and if anyone else would miss you and your pain. You want them to feel it and face it without you because you don’t want to be reminded of your trouble. Some is cool, which is also how you played your high school days.
Went from braids to a cut so sharp, you were slicing through hearts and draws. leaving heads spinning like the waves on yours. You grew up loved but feeling hurt, so you kept yourself ready and willing to return it-confused because you believed love was always supposed to feel good. You never imagined you could love a child so much it hurts. Damn son. If you only knew.
Your daughter celebrated a birthday of her first official adult age. She’s been trying to act it for so long it drove her crazy.
She reminds you of how serious you were. Everyone thought you were crazy because you didn’t agree to their version of sense. But the sense you made didn’t pay enough to make you popular-but you were cool to those you thought mattered, until you graduated and realized adults only care about celebrities and gangsters that are untouchable. You were neither, so finding your way sent you deeper into the in-sane realm of learning about yourself.
When you’re lost and raising others to find their way, every direction leads to being blamed and blaming yourself.
Your daughter smokes weed now for anxiety. You were raised with addicts and never dreamed of raising your own. Now your son is itching to find out how it feels. Sure, they say weed is natural, but when your little girl looks like she’s gained weight consuming a life she wants to escape, you drop hints for to work out. She’s a feminist and reminds you that you raised her to know and believe she’s responsible for her own body. You let her know to lay off the body shaming smoke because being in shape is better for mental health than any drug that has or will ever be created or sold, and if anybody wanted to be overweight, the world might be a happier place.
You also don’t talk to her when she smokes, because although she’s grown, and will always be your little angel, you're not the kind of father who will ever be comfortable with your kids on any drugs. And you’re from the beautiful world of ghetto wonders, woes, and magic, where success and addiction never withdrawal from a consistent habit.
Your youngest son told you he was only average and became emotional when asked what made him that. He said people who aren’t average are smart. You wanted to massage his brain and heart and stop your own because you’re responsible for these thoughts,
Although you instill in them the greatness, knowledge and wonderful belief that positive thoughts, attitude, and actions along with consistent discipline give you the capability and belief of creating the life we want like God.
Then you realized you’re basically creating a trap house. Similar to the crack house of your youth. The only difference is the family’s stuck watching the blood and smoke of youtubers instead of pipes and needles. You know the feeling of wanting something different, but you feel so attached to an instant escape from what you tell yourself is a present prison you make more effort to stay the same. So you keep someone and something else to blame.
Gotta do something different.
It’s time for a Troubled Man to end it.
Pain heals different when you face it. You stop suffering.
To all the Father’s wondering ‘HOW THE FUCK DO I DO THIS?”
My advice is “Just don’t pull out!”
TRUST
Trust everyone to do what's best for them and concoct ways to believe it doesn't affect you.
Trust people to choose the easy way because they ignore the hardships facing them.
Trust…
For a teenager is not being reminded to do their homework, chores, or routines they know introduces a future so bright they choose to hold on habits that hold them back—sometimes.
Trust is asking them, is there anything you feel like I should know? This is better than grilling them with questions they probably won’t answer to your satisfaction. Because you think you have the perfect question to confuse them, and you believe confusion proves you right.
Teenagers are always confused by adult questions just like adults are confused by teenage-mostly everything.
Trust one man's hang nail is just as important as your cancer, diabetes sudden death of a parent sibling or child from an overdose or driver under the influence of selfishness and greed. Fuck those fat purposely ignorant retards.
Lord. hear my prayer that they along with their family’s suffers
You can't send the driver or the dealer to hell so you have to keep a special place in your heat and find outlets when it swells.